Be prepared, be accommodating!

My first teacher (and family pastor) has had his " homegoing" as his daughter puts it. We will have his memorial graveside this Saturday with all of his family, 25 of them are flying in to attend, making it a family reunion and memorial together. It will be nice to see them all again.

Last night I asked Spring where she would like us buried when the time comes. "Oh, somewhere convenient".

"Maybe next to Walmart? Would that be convenient?"

"Between Walmart and Lowe's would be good."

We just want to please the kids but we're thinking sprinkling the ashes in 4 states might be better!

How to get gifts you don't know you need

We've been married quite awhile...sometimes it's difficult to know what you should get for a person but my husband does a marvelous job of knowing just what I need.

This was back in late April, early May, getting near Mothers Day, and we were out walking as we do nearly every day. I mentioned a commentator I heard on the radio that I didn't agree with....(perhaps I'll tell about that at a later date....I don't want to get worked up again.) Well the more I told it over, the quieter Bruce was and the more upset I got....more so than when I first heard the guy..I think I preached a sermon on the mount and valley.......I went on and on as we walked first up one hill, then back down and up the next. Bruce hadn't said a word.

When we came to the point where we usually cross over I said, "I'm not finished yet!" and kept on huffing up to the top. "Okay", he says and follows along.

Part way down on the homeward loop I finally said..."what do you think about that!!?"

"That's why they have off buttons on radios, you can just shut 'em off", was his wise answer.

"Well he sneaked it in so fast before I could get him shut off", I explained.

So for Mothers Day I got a little package...I wasn't sure what it was at first but then realized it was an MP3 player...so we record the relaxation music off the cable tv now and I play it in the car to prevent these things from occuring again. I didn't know I needed an MP3 player but I guess I did! Was that gift for me or for him?

It's taking over

I'm not sure how this is developing, this urge to "reshape my world" ....is it something I always wanted to do and didn't dare or is it that some things just irritate me on certain days and so I act....or re-act.

Like a couple of weeks ago, I was sitting with a friend having a nice long relaxing lunch and visit at a sandwich shop that overlooks the side parking lot of my restaurant from across the street. (Yes, I do visit the competition...so I can eat in PEACE!) hahaha

All of a sudden this guy drives up to our dumpster, gets out and throws two bags of trash in my dumpster. That has always irritated me in the past, a fairly regular occurance really, but this time I just couldn't stay in my seat. I bolted for the door leaving my friend, my lunch, my purse behind and ran down the hill, across the street and toward the guy.

Well he saw me coming and drove out to the back of the property along a side road, and I just kept on acoming! It's a dead end so I had him cornered. I was gloating..... He zigzagged back and forth and so did I....up hill, down hill...it was like a bull fight...... he sees the futility of it all and finally gives up and drives up to where I am. Then I felt like the dog that chases cars and finally catches one...Oh great....what do you do with it?

In my firmest yet nicest voice, I informed him that such activities were illegal....I have no clue if it is but I didn't think he knew the difference. He is an elderly occasional customer ...maybe former customer...he took my hand and patted it and said " Yes, yes,I know, you're right" and drove off.

I think that is something everyone would like to try at least once...bullfighting with a car in a parkinglot....what was I thinking???? But I just couldn't stay in my seat!

Remembering Grandmother

There are certain things that stand out in my mind about Grammie Day, she was the fun grandmother. Always pulled out the games and toys for us, made the best poached eggs ever and kept Reeses Peanutbutter cups in the fridge to hand out on the short visits.

But the day that I thought of recently was when I took my kids over for a visit and she said, "I have something for you, I know you'll like it". At that, she went to the fridge...we're thinking peanutbutter cups...and she pulls out a little bakery bag. She carefully opened it up sideways, reached in and pulled out a napkin wrapped around a .....dead bird....."Found it by the road, must have been hit by a car...I knew you'd like it".

We politely declined to take it home.

Spring is creeped out by stuffed artificial birds and recently turned down some beautiful free wallpaper because it had birds on it...wonder if it has anything to do with that dead bird thing.

Not ready to be a spy

So here I am in the technology age and I can't figure out my own computer half the time. How did I get here?

I haven't been writing for a couple of weeks because I lost the piece of paper that I had all my secret codes on it to get into this website....and I couldn't remember them off the top of my head! Who Could? Can you imagine being a secret agent (btw, I'm very excited that alias is starting back up next week) and sitting at the computer for HOURS trying to remember all your own codes and how to contact the good guys? Scary!

This website makes you come up with 4 different special titles and codes and passwords and user names ...that's a little much with the slight dulling of the little grey cells that accompanies the down days of menopause. On the up days, it's all so clear! Yes. On my updays I could be a spy.

So I complained to my husband and come to find out, he had moved my papers over to the other side of the room...so I'm back. And no more comfortable with the web/computer world than I was before. Maybe I should write them on the desk itself....heard of a "desk top" ? My husband says lots of my stuff is there....but I can't find it.

Beauty is in the eye of your grandchildren

At dinner last night Phoebe, grandchild #4, started playing with my hair, pushing it around over my eyes and said, "you need a haircut". my grandson chimed in, " oh no mummi, your hair looks good hanging like that. You look great. You look like a rock star, it makes you look younger!" Thank you Levi for your clear vision and frank assessments having nothing to do with your birthday coming up in 2 weeks!