This morning while I was reading I came across this sentence; "In an awe-inspiring way I am wonderfully made." I found that statement to be quite profound and that got me to thinking in what way was I wonderfully made? I had to go back to my beginning, a l-o-n-g time ago. It was true, I was wonderfully made. When I was born I had ten fingers and ten toes, each one had a tiny fingernail. I've been told I had very little hair and that what I did have was blond and not easy to see. I'm sure my mother was reassured it would eventually be 'see-able'. As I grew I was reasonably healthy, except for my tonsils which eventually had to come out, thereafter I seldom had much about which to complain.
As time moved on I found it was indeed awe-inspiring that I managed to escape any serious damage from injury I succeeded to inflicted upon myself...not that I didn't try. Considering the flying leaps I used to take from the family swing and the bent fingers I permanently have from having mush balls bounce off the tips of my middle fingers. And, I've broken one of my little toes, have bits of gravel still embedded in my left knee from falling off a bicycle and scars from run-ins with blackberry brambles.
I've received bonks on my head from open cupboard doors and kitchen counters from leaning over to close to said counters. I've sprained ankles and wrists and cracked a couple of ribs from a horrible cough that would simply not go away. Oh, and occasionally, painfully, I've pinched fingers in various objects. I think you'll agree I've definitely not been kind to my awe-inspiring body.
However, how great is it that it is wonderfully made? I've actually survived all of the above with very little physical evidence of the havoc I have inflicted upon myself. I think it is fantastic my body has been made to regenerate and heal itself, and except for a little first-aid, my body has done all the work all by itself...face it...that is wonderful. And, yes I definitely find that to be awe-inspiring, although I didn't give that the respect I should have over the years simply because it took till this morning for a simple 'awe-inspiring' sentence to call that to my attention.
I've no idea what the future holds for my awe-inspiring, wonderfully made body, I just hope I treat it better than I have in the past. I'm going to try to be more careful in physical activities and not try to do foolish things. I'm going to try to keep off my excess weight and be more careful about what I eat (hopefully). I'm going to try to get more sleep, keep my mind active and set aside time for myself.
In the end I want to be able to look back and ask, "Hey body, did I do you proud?"
"Oh, and thanks for an awe-inspiring, wonderful life."
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Dutch Bros
Okay, I know I've been behind on many things, and Dutch Bros has been one of those things. I've been a fan of and visitor to Starbucks for years and years so I'm not really THAT far behind the times. And, I'd heard of Dutch Bros and have seen their little kiosks around but never had the opportunity to go to one until several weeks back. I'd been told I would not be disappointed and believe me I was not. I had a great coffee drink, and I was told their fruit smoothies were likewise fantastic.
Yesterday my granddaughter came to spend the day and she suggested we go to McDonald's for lunch because there is a Dutch Bros kiosk halfway between McDonald's and where I live. Her thinking was, we could eat but not drink while having lunch and then stop at Dutch Bros on the way home for some smoothies. Now...you have to consider...we were walking...wanting to go through a drive-through which in itself a very unusual thing to do. So, there we stood next to the building while a customer in a vehicle was being served; all the while I'm hoping another vehicle would not pull in behind us. One did not.
It was finally our turn, one of the girls asked what we wanted and I said six smoothies in different flavors. She seemed astounded, but the team worked together and in a jiffy our order was complete. I could tell she was curious as to what I was going to do with all the smoothies so I explained I was going to attempt an experiment and freeze the smoothies then use them as 'desserts'. I also told her if it worked I would be back to do this all over again. I think we might have been the best sale of their day.
When we got home my granddaughter and I each had a smoothie as we watch a movie.
After my granddaughter left I went to the kitchen and pulled the remaining smoothies out of the refrigerator, pried off the tops, then took a spoon and mixed the whipped cream in with the rest of the fruity part of the smoothies. Finally, I sat them in the freezer and hoped for the best.
This morning I checked the freezer and discovered the smoothies froze without the cream separating and rising to the top. Curious I took one out and scraped a spoon across the top of it. The consistency was harder than sherbet, but still very tasty, however, I think rather than treating it as an ice cream treat I'm simply going to set the smoothie on a counter for about half an hour, and slowly drink it as it was intended. I like this idea especially with summer on the way.
Oh, Frankie just had a terrific thought...she wonders what a shot of vodka or my favorite whiskey would do for this tasty treat...hmmm...oh yes, I'm...we're...going to like this summer treat. Thanks Dutch Bros.
Yesterday my granddaughter came to spend the day and she suggested we go to McDonald's for lunch because there is a Dutch Bros kiosk halfway between McDonald's and where I live. Her thinking was, we could eat but not drink while having lunch and then stop at Dutch Bros on the way home for some smoothies. Now...you have to consider...we were walking...wanting to go through a drive-through which in itself a very unusual thing to do. So, there we stood next to the building while a customer in a vehicle was being served; all the while I'm hoping another vehicle would not pull in behind us. One did not.
It was finally our turn, one of the girls asked what we wanted and I said six smoothies in different flavors. She seemed astounded, but the team worked together and in a jiffy our order was complete. I could tell she was curious as to what I was going to do with all the smoothies so I explained I was going to attempt an experiment and freeze the smoothies then use them as 'desserts'. I also told her if it worked I would be back to do this all over again. I think we might have been the best sale of their day.
When we got home my granddaughter and I each had a smoothie as we watch a movie.
After my granddaughter left I went to the kitchen and pulled the remaining smoothies out of the refrigerator, pried off the tops, then took a spoon and mixed the whipped cream in with the rest of the fruity part of the smoothies. Finally, I sat them in the freezer and hoped for the best.
This morning I checked the freezer and discovered the smoothies froze without the cream separating and rising to the top. Curious I took one out and scraped a spoon across the top of it. The consistency was harder than sherbet, but still very tasty, however, I think rather than treating it as an ice cream treat I'm simply going to set the smoothie on a counter for about half an hour, and slowly drink it as it was intended. I like this idea especially with summer on the way.
Oh, Frankie just had a terrific thought...she wonders what a shot of vodka or my favorite whiskey would do for this tasty treat...hmmm...oh yes, I'm...we're...going to like this summer treat. Thanks Dutch Bros.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Education
I hated school. I know, that's a terrible thing to confess, and sets a bad example for all the grand-kids and great-grand-kids in my life. Most certainly I should never, ever admit this to them or any other kid I happen to come across sitting for hours at a dining-room table trying to get through the evening's homework. But...I do...and sometimes with graphic illustrations making faces and disgusting noises. I not only tell them I hated school, I show them my report cards that I've saved all these years that prove I was a C-D-F generally all-around lousy student.
My mother knew I hated school, but she insisted she paid taxes so that I could have a 'free' education and I was going to go to school. No, she would not allow me to play hookey and no I could not pretend to be ill. I had to go to school...."it was a law". So, I went trudging through snow, sleet and hail (just like the postman used to do...now he has a truck) five days a week to the bus stop blocks away. There has never a student so thrilled to get a diploma and walk out of school for the very last time than myself.
However, here's the thing. Now that I am not 'required' to learn, I love learning. Seldom a day goes by that I am not learning something new. I think sometimes learning, like love, is wasted on the young. We don't really appreciate either until we are older and WISER. So, most days I can be found my nose buried in a book, or thumbing through my 'big book' dictionary, or researching something on the wonderful Internet. I have been known to explore the universe or to look at the most tiny insect under a magnifying glass. I often wish I had a microscope.
I enjoy taking on-line educational classes. I've taken 13 so far, dabbling in writing, law and even beginning French. I keep checking in with Auburn University that has numerous six week classes in a multitude of courses. They are quite reasonable in cost which is fantastic for someone on a limited budget. True, they are pass/no pass classes and you don't actually get 'credits' toward college degree, still they look pretty good on a resume. And, they are fun times, fun times.
But I digress.
The point I'm trying to make is, that there is hope for any mediocre student, who dislikes a structured classroom. Being 'self-taught' can be a brilliant way to become educated, and as you excel in the things you enjoy you will find the knowledge attained stays with you. I've discovered as I've moved through life and my interests have changed my wanting to learn has given me knowledge in a multitude of subjects I'd have otherwise missed. Considering the age in which we live, there are no boundaries to learning, the box we build for ourselves and wanting to stay safely inside its walls is the only thing that keeps us from further educating ourselves.
The thing is, even the youngest child expects something to 'happen' every day, and thereby learn from that 'happening'. Happenings never stop no matter what your age so GO, EXPLORE, and ask...Who, what, when, where and why? You will be amazed at what you will learn.
The above does not mean that you should not attend school...it is a privilege...and a diploma or GED is helpful no matter what course you chose to take in life. You don't have to like or necessarily enjoy school...but stick with it...then get out there...and educate yourself in the things you love and enjoy.
Remember, start where you are, with what you have; then go make something of it. NEVER BE SATISFIED!
My mother knew I hated school, but she insisted she paid taxes so that I could have a 'free' education and I was going to go to school. No, she would not allow me to play hookey and no I could not pretend to be ill. I had to go to school...."it was a law". So, I went trudging through snow, sleet and hail (just like the postman used to do...now he has a truck) five days a week to the bus stop blocks away. There has never a student so thrilled to get a diploma and walk out of school for the very last time than myself.
However, here's the thing. Now that I am not 'required' to learn, I love learning. Seldom a day goes by that I am not learning something new. I think sometimes learning, like love, is wasted on the young. We don't really appreciate either until we are older and WISER. So, most days I can be found my nose buried in a book, or thumbing through my 'big book' dictionary, or researching something on the wonderful Internet. I have been known to explore the universe or to look at the most tiny insect under a magnifying glass. I often wish I had a microscope.
I enjoy taking on-line educational classes. I've taken 13 so far, dabbling in writing, law and even beginning French. I keep checking in with Auburn University that has numerous six week classes in a multitude of courses. They are quite reasonable in cost which is fantastic for someone on a limited budget. True, they are pass/no pass classes and you don't actually get 'credits' toward college degree, still they look pretty good on a resume. And, they are fun times, fun times.
But I digress.
The point I'm trying to make is, that there is hope for any mediocre student, who dislikes a structured classroom. Being 'self-taught' can be a brilliant way to become educated, and as you excel in the things you enjoy you will find the knowledge attained stays with you. I've discovered as I've moved through life and my interests have changed my wanting to learn has given me knowledge in a multitude of subjects I'd have otherwise missed. Considering the age in which we live, there are no boundaries to learning, the box we build for ourselves and wanting to stay safely inside its walls is the only thing that keeps us from further educating ourselves.
The thing is, even the youngest child expects something to 'happen' every day, and thereby learn from that 'happening'. Happenings never stop no matter what your age so GO, EXPLORE, and ask...Who, what, when, where and why? You will be amazed at what you will learn.
The above does not mean that you should not attend school...it is a privilege...and a diploma or GED is helpful no matter what course you chose to take in life. You don't have to like or necessarily enjoy school...but stick with it...then get out there...and educate yourself in the things you love and enjoy.
Remember, start where you are, with what you have; then go make something of it. NEVER BE SATISFIED!
Monday, May 9, 2016
I'm disgusted with myself
I've been trying so hard to stay on track with my writing. No joke, I really REALLY have. I think about it every single day. I talk it over with Muse all the time. Frankly, I fear she is about ready to repack her bags and take off for parts unknown, so I've got to get a handle on this.
Yesterday she grabbed me by the arm, dragged me into the office and pulled open the drawer that is filled with old and unfinished fiction I have done over the years. Some, I did while attending writing seminars and some are from online classes or books with writing exercises in them. Muse then suggested I start by posting some of those...hmmm...perhaps that's a good idea.
So, here I go.
The lesson was to create a beginning to a short story, so this has no end...you must imagine one for yourselves.
The Elevator
“The elevator lurched fell rapidly, and then jerked to a stomach churning stop. Everything went black. It seemed like an eternity until the lights dimly flickered and came back on.
An older Nun in traditional habit stood in one corner hands folded under her apron and she was almost whispering. I think she might have been praying.
A tired, weary looking young woman holding an infant knelt to hug and reassure her whimpering little boy.
A tall man in a black, hand tailored suit looked angry and annoyed. He glanced nervously at his watch, moved his briefcase to his other hand and rolled his eyes at nothing in particular.
However, it was the boy with the half bald head and earring-ed nose that piqued my interest. It was hard to tell if he was amused or concerned. He took a pocket knife from his jacket pocket and began to dig at his nails.
Oh shit, I thought, ain't this a fine kettle of fish.”
(There you have it, who are these people and how long will these people be trapped in this elevator? Where were they going? Will someone take charge? Will emotions boil over? Will something bad happen? It is up to you to fill in the blanks.)
Hey, this might be fun.
Yesterday she grabbed me by the arm, dragged me into the office and pulled open the drawer that is filled with old and unfinished fiction I have done over the years. Some, I did while attending writing seminars and some are from online classes or books with writing exercises in them. Muse then suggested I start by posting some of those...hmmm...perhaps that's a good idea.
So, here I go.
The lesson was to create a beginning to a short story, so this has no end...you must imagine one for yourselves.
The Elevator
“The elevator lurched fell rapidly, and then jerked to a stomach churning stop. Everything went black. It seemed like an eternity until the lights dimly flickered and came back on.
An older Nun in traditional habit stood in one corner hands folded under her apron and she was almost whispering. I think she might have been praying.
A tired, weary looking young woman holding an infant knelt to hug and reassure her whimpering little boy.
A tall man in a black, hand tailored suit looked angry and annoyed. He glanced nervously at his watch, moved his briefcase to his other hand and rolled his eyes at nothing in particular.
However, it was the boy with the half bald head and earring-ed nose that piqued my interest. It was hard to tell if he was amused or concerned. He took a pocket knife from his jacket pocket and began to dig at his nails.
Oh shit, I thought, ain't this a fine kettle of fish.”
(There you have it, who are these people and how long will these people be trapped in this elevator? Where were they going? Will someone take charge? Will emotions boil over? Will something bad happen? It is up to you to fill in the blanks.)
Hey, this might be fun.
Thursday, April 28, 2016
I'm bound and determined!!!
Yes I am! I'm bound and determined today is the day I am going to devote to filing. This is something I should have done months ago. You know what I'm talking about, the binding up of 2015 files as I prepared the necessary papers for tax purposes. Some of those files I simply threw away at that time; while others (the ones some say you should save for 7 years...some forever) I carefully stapled together and placed in a manila folder to be filed...someday. Well, that folder is still on my desk, along with an additional white and green folder marked H & R Block which also now needs to be filed.
A few days ago I WAS going to file everything in these folders; I even moved them across the room to the file boxes they were going to go into. They laid there all day, as I got sidetracked updating my 2016 monthly personal budget. It seems I had neglected this chore so long that the pile of weekly receipts had grown so high it had flopped over. Since I was devoting the day to filing this seemed like the easier part of that activity. It was easily accomplished. I was encouraged to move along, right?
Not so much! It seems one thing led to another...the dog needed to go out. The phone needed to be answered, the mail needed to be retrieved, etc, etc. Swish, the day was done. Around 11 PM I finally got back to the office to turn off the computer and there....exactly where I had left them in the morning were the files I intended to file. I picked them up and put them back on the desk. They have been there ever since.
That's why I have devoted today to filing; I AM going to file all those files. I don't care how boring and uninteresting this job is, today is the day, I am going to file those files. I'm getting ready right now. Really! Seriously! Absolutely!
Maybe?????
A few days ago I WAS going to file everything in these folders; I even moved them across the room to the file boxes they were going to go into. They laid there all day, as I got sidetracked updating my 2016 monthly personal budget. It seems I had neglected this chore so long that the pile of weekly receipts had grown so high it had flopped over. Since I was devoting the day to filing this seemed like the easier part of that activity. It was easily accomplished. I was encouraged to move along, right?
Not so much! It seems one thing led to another...the dog needed to go out. The phone needed to be answered, the mail needed to be retrieved, etc, etc. Swish, the day was done. Around 11 PM I finally got back to the office to turn off the computer and there....exactly where I had left them in the morning were the files I intended to file. I picked them up and put them back on the desk. They have been there ever since.
That's why I have devoted today to filing; I AM going to file all those files. I don't care how boring and uninteresting this job is, today is the day, I am going to file those files. I'm getting ready right now. Really! Seriously! Absolutely!
Maybe?????
Monday, April 25, 2016
Gemme a"C",
gemme a "R", gemee a "A-N-K-Y!!! Cranky, cranky, yessiree...that would be...little ole' meee!!!!!
I don't know, maybe I just got out of bed on the wrong side. No, I know that's not true because I was cranky last night, too. I snapped at everybody. I was growling around the place like nobody's business. Frankie told me to "Take a pill." She then grabbed Muse took her to their room and slammed the door.
Poor Zorro then had to bare the wrath of my 'snit'. Oh, he was such a pest, up and down off the sofa wanting to go out...in and out, in and out. Grrr, that got so frustrating and time consuming. I've no idea what his problem was but I felt I could not ignore his pleading in case he would have an indoor accident. Finally at bedtime, as he began our bedtime snuggle, chatty, pet-a-thon I apologized profusely.
I did eventually 'take a pill', turned out the light and immediately fell asleep. And, a good night's sleep it was.
Now you would think after having a wonderful slumber I would have awakened this morning bright eyed and bushy tailed. Sigh. Sadly that did not happen, for some unexplained reason I was still very, very cranky. Frankie and Muse refuse to be in the same room with me, while Zorro is afraid to peek his head out from under his sofa blanket. Surprisingly, CC seems to be the only one who understands my mood. She curled up on my chest and began to purr. She actually looked me in the eye. She even gave me kisses, not only on my cheek...but my lips.
Gasp!
You don't suppose she thinks I'm going over to her side? Cats are so, so...oh my...aloof, standoffish, detached, uninterested, uncaring, self-centered, egotistical, CRANKY. At the moment she is the only one to have any interest in me whatsoever. Whoa buddy, that's kind of scary.
Wait a minute! I just have to get a grip, shake those grey clouds out of my grey matter and move on. What I need is to get one of those perky little songs stuck in my head. Perhaps one like "Put on a Happy Face"....yep that's the ticket, 'I'm gonna spread sunshine all over the place and put on a happy face'. 'Gemme' a "H" gemme a "A", gemme' "P-P-Y"! Happy, happy yessiree, that is what I'm gonna' beeeee!
That's all from Ramblings......................................have a nice day!
I don't know, maybe I just got out of bed on the wrong side. No, I know that's not true because I was cranky last night, too. I snapped at everybody. I was growling around the place like nobody's business. Frankie told me to "Take a pill." She then grabbed Muse took her to their room and slammed the door.
Poor Zorro then had to bare the wrath of my 'snit'. Oh, he was such a pest, up and down off the sofa wanting to go out...in and out, in and out. Grrr, that got so frustrating and time consuming. I've no idea what his problem was but I felt I could not ignore his pleading in case he would have an indoor accident. Finally at bedtime, as he began our bedtime snuggle, chatty, pet-a-thon I apologized profusely.
I did eventually 'take a pill', turned out the light and immediately fell asleep. And, a good night's sleep it was.
Now you would think after having a wonderful slumber I would have awakened this morning bright eyed and bushy tailed. Sigh. Sadly that did not happen, for some unexplained reason I was still very, very cranky. Frankie and Muse refuse to be in the same room with me, while Zorro is afraid to peek his head out from under his sofa blanket. Surprisingly, CC seems to be the only one who understands my mood. She curled up on my chest and began to purr. She actually looked me in the eye. She even gave me kisses, not only on my cheek...but my lips.
Gasp!
You don't suppose she thinks I'm going over to her side? Cats are so, so...oh my...aloof, standoffish, detached, uninterested, uncaring, self-centered, egotistical, CRANKY. At the moment she is the only one to have any interest in me whatsoever. Whoa buddy, that's kind of scary.
Wait a minute! I just have to get a grip, shake those grey clouds out of my grey matter and move on. What I need is to get one of those perky little songs stuck in my head. Perhaps one like "Put on a Happy Face"....yep that's the ticket, 'I'm gonna spread sunshine all over the place and put on a happy face'. 'Gemme' a "H" gemme a "A", gemme' "P-P-Y"! Happy, happy yessiree, that is what I'm gonna' beeeee!
That's all from Ramblings......................................have a nice day!
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Where the heck...
...did last week go?
I've come to the conclusion I am probably the best time waster in the whole wide world. Seriously, I looked around the place this morning and can't remember a single thing I did; nor find one thing of significance accomplished. Seriously. That made me terribly embarrassed.
I confess I have made the excuse that the weather (some days) was too lovely to be indoors and that soaking up natural vitamin D was important, that should not excuse I wasted a lot of time sitting on my 'keester' nose buried in a book doing nothing. Instead I should have been working in my Zazzle Store, I should have been making 'thinking of you' cards to send to my friends, I should have been cooking nourishing meals for my quirky family, I should have changed my bed linens. Did I do any of those things? Those things would have been memorable.
It was not until this morning I realized just how un-memorable the week had been until I finally got around to checking what was new on Facebook and in my e-mail. I was shocked to find I had ignored both badly, all week. Even worse, when I checked my blog I could not believe my last entry was dated April 19th. I was shocked. How can that be? It was at point I tried to figure out where the week went, and what the heck I had done...I mean the actual "look, see what I did" kind of things.
Monday...that day is so far in the past and so foggy it might as well not have happened.
Tuesday...well, it least it was not as foggy.
Wednesday...at least I can remember parts of it. Two of my grand-kids spent the day here: they did some garden shopping and garden tending most of the day. I bought some soil and we filled in an ankle twisting sidewalk hazard. My grandson also bought 8 good sized planters and filled them with better grade soil so I can seed-plant veggies for the summer. He also bought some starts of tomato and zucchini squash plants, too. (I know I know, I should have only bought one of the zucchini's, but what if the one I bought died...I would have none.) (As it is, it appears all three are going to survive so come August I am going to be desperate to give squash away. Get ready I will be leaving them on your doorstep.) I then ordered pizza for lunch and sent the kiddos back to the store to buy some ornamental shrubs while we waited for the lunch delivery. The ornamental shrubs are going to be lovely. I ordered six white plastic urns for them to sit in.
Thursday...I decided no one was coming back to pressure wash around my unit so put all my patio things back where they belonged. That took quite a while because I kind of pressure washed it myself using the 'jet' setting on my hose nozzle. I also un-buried an exposed cable my grandson had temporarily buried under some bark dust so I would not trip over it and fall. It seems as though FINALLY somebody is going to professionally take care of this hazard. I am confident to say this because I saw guys in yellow vests using spray paint to point out where utilities are buried, and where the new cable is supposed to go. However, when the physical work will be done is still rather vague. Oh, and I ordered lots and lots of vegetable and flower seeds for the planters my grandson bought and some rhubarb and horseradish starts, too.
Friday...I woke to find my ornamental shrubs lying on their sides; the wind had blown them over. I also discovered the rain had washed away some of the soil from my hazardous sidewalk corner. I was able to salvage most of soil, sweeping it back into the corner. Then I spent most of the day resetting my shrubs upright as the wind kept knocking them over...and also stomping the new soil more tightly into the sidewalk corner. Originally I was going to buy a 24"x 24" concrete block for in the corner then changed my mind; I'm thinking perhaps the concrete block might have been a better fix...indeed, which is still an option.
Saturday...I actually DO REMEMBER yesterday. The day started by going to my granddaughter's volley-ball game. As when she was playing soccer, this was the first volley-ball game I had ever attended. Hmmm, is it actually a game, or is it a match? Anyway, I found it interesting, fun and fast moving. I'm kind of glad she finally made up her mind to play. I can see this is a sport, if you are really interested in learning and becoming good at, you definitely should learn young. I could see their main shortcoming was trying not to be afraid of the ball as it hurled in their direction. It took me back to high school and the few times I played the game, I was terrified when that ball zoomed toward me. I could also tell some of these 4/5th graders had the skill to be really good at volley-ball, and by the time they hit high school they will be good enough to play on their school's team.
After the game, the same quartet as last time headed north and to Ikea...yes...I did say Ikea. We had to make a few returns and a few new purchases. My granddaughter and I went one way, my daughter and grandson another...did we ever meet up again...NO. We looked for them, they looked for us. I hate to say it but after the third loop around all the departments I was pooped and this time it was me looking for a place to sit. Unfortunately, the place is built like a bomb shelter and we had no phone service so could not reach each other. My granddaughter checked her facility map and discovered there should be phones by the entrance/exit and we headed there. There were no land-line phones (of course), but at least I finally got reception...unfortunately my daughter didn't. After the fourth try I finally got through. Now the only one missing was my granddaughter who went looking for her mom one more time. Remembering the rule of thumb, "If you are lost stay where you are.", I did exactly that so at least those that were LOST knew how to FIND me.
As I was returning our cart the cart corral, a young woman was just started toward the store, she asked me if it was a madhouse in there. I told her yes, I could tell by her face she didn't really want to go in, but she told me she had promised her two daughters and young child already nestled in a stroller an outing, so she had no choice to proceed. I wished her luck!!!
Gluttons for punishment that we are we headed to the mall. That's right I said 'MALL'. It too was a madhouse. Again, I hate to say this, by now I was even more pooped. Well, actually what I said was, "Smart is the woman who stops shopping just before she drops." We had a good laugh over that. We finally headed home. It was a great afternoon.
There you have it my week in a nut shell. I've come to the conclusion it isn't so much the fact I didn't do anything the first part of the week...I simply can't recall whatever the heck those things were. I guess I can chalk that up to old age. If...I say 'if'...I write more frequently perhaps I will not be subject to old age block. I can only hope, I can only hope.
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