pickin' and grinnin'

The dining room has got to be cleared out for art.  Period.  Thus, I have a tentative appointment with some pickers tomorrow morning for a private viewing.  I will be smudging the room for blessings.  

Today was one of those go here and go there days.  The life of an errand girl!  If it wasn't so damn hot things would be more pleasant.  I see a long range forecast of 70s and 50s on the horizon.  Bring it.

Pretty soon they'll be cutting beans up here.  They are just days away from being primo dry.  As for the state of our union, who the hell knows.  I'm just faithful enough to believe that it will all play out according to God's plan.  We may have to go back to Babylon for a minute.

I'm trying to focus here and doing a terrible job.  Squirrel!  I don't juggle well but I'm learning.  I'll not be taking Ritalin or that other stuff.  Bad Juju.  

Y'all prosper.  Plant some seeds and see what grows and I'm not talking strictly agriculture.  I realized today that in 16 years I will be 80.  I hope I'm still kicking ^j^

high cotton

Crockett County fields are pure white now as well many in the southern part of Dyer county.  I got a 5:30 alarm and wakeup reminder from Lauren to make sure I got to Jackson in time for her work.  I had forgotten how pitch black it is at 6AM so it took me a little longer since I can't see crap in the dark.  The sun was coming up when I got there.  Reaves was already awake and yelling "Gaga!" when I walked in.  Lauren was a few minutes late but her friend covered for her.  We played hard all day going from one room to another on her whim.  I tried twice to get her to take a nap and guess what.  No go.  Our friend TT came over to relieve me unexpectedly so I rolled out about 2.  It takes a village.

I got this free, kind of sorta', tablet with my last phone upgrade.  Reaves has inherited it and she is learning all kinds of kiddy stuff on there.  Lauren has to keep it hidden to keep her from staying on it all the time.  I had to find YouTube for her a few times, but after that she knew what to do.  She touches that screen like a pro.  She had this giant zipped up case of letters that punch out and put together like a puzzle. I noticed it hadn't been opened and we were bored with "cookin" so I opened that sucker up and lo and behold we had letter lessons.  She know A,B,O,R and P.  Also star and 123.  I'm pretty sure she's going to be a nuclear scientist or brain surgeon.  In all of her two year old beauty and sass, she has my heart and all the drama of getting her here seems long ago.  This is why I am against assault weapons.  Back in my day they weren't weapons of random mass murders.  

I missed church again today but there's always the live stream.  Jesus understands, I'm sure.  Y'all be nice and kind and tolerant.  Each of us have our battles and we're all in it together.

Peace~

what day is it anyway?

One of the coolest things about being retired is that you often forget what day of the week it is.  I have a Mary Englebreit calendar to help me with that thanks to the 'zon. I stayed up until midnight last night which is unheard of for me but I didn't get home 'til 6:30 so there ya' go.  Gotta wind down.

It's still hot, dammit.  I want me some 50s at night to cool things off.  We can't always get what we want.  I went Krogering today and got hit up by some boy scouts selling popcorn out front.  Kroger is good about that sort of thing..  They also let the Salvation Army bell ringers hang out.  These dudes were all over and when I rolled out they approached me again.  I pointed to the bag of caramel corn in the buggy.  Their leader was pleasant and had them working like pros.  

Inside the store I saw various friends and neighbors and knew exactly what I wanted.  It's pretty standard now:  spring mix, turkey, eggs, butter, Sara Lee artesan bread.  Oh, and hummus.  I know I could make my own but I don't have a food processor.  

My friend Lew Jetton played the BBQ on the river gig in Paducah last night.  He is one helluva player and blues singer and I put him in the top ten along with Joe Bonamassa.  That, my dear, is a sincere compliment.  

Onward!  

a full and happy life

I can honestly say that it took me a full year of living in a cave to begin baby steps toward a new life.  Every time I go to that hospital people hug my neck and look enviously at me when I say I have no regrets.  That first year I spent damn near in a coma sleeping 12-14 hours a night and not doing squat but staying on the computer.  Even though it was a good thing, it was a loss and it had to be grieved properly.

Since then I have begun to look for ways to have fun, give back and make a few bucks on the side, not necessarily in that order.  There is no giant schedule telling me when I have to be somewhere because I'm in charge of the calendar now and I'm picky.  As a co-dependent I have a tendency to overload myself.  Luckily I realize that and choose wisely.  

I have Reaves for 8 hours on Sunday so I'm sure that will be both a test of endurance and a chance to bond.  We don't see each other that much and not for long periods of time.  

Impeach away y'all if that's what is going to happen.  Don't drag that shit out until it becomes a "nothingburger".  Dave Hahn invented that word, BTW.  

Don't worry.  Be happy :)

icing on the cake

So much of what we hear from the Trump camp is not about how he can help the country but placing blame on others in the past.  Like, ummm.  Hillary and Obama.  Wake up y'all.  They're out of office and at this point using them as scapegoats to avoid current issues is an insult to our intelligence.  I do believe this whole thing is about to crack wide open and we will find out the extent of things we "really didn't want to hear."  

I was up early this morning to support a candidate with my signature on his petition.  Talk about last minute decisions!  He's a good guy and will work hard for the party.  Then I picked up my buddy Joy and we went running all over the place ending up at Coby Joe's for lunch.  This is the place to see EVERYBODY and their mama'n'them.  I got my strawberry cake to go.  We'll have another day in paradise tomorrow.

Finally we got rain, about an inch slow and steady.  The dust on the lane has settled for now.  In Washington, it's just getting stirred up.

Compromise ~

the dog house

I'm kind of being a surrogate Sanford for a few more days so I went to the kennel to visit Sparky today.  He was busy playing with some huge dude who scratched me and he got sad when his buddy got put in the cage.  Our first rain in a month started while I was driving around lost.  I finally found the dog statues!

I was glad to see the rain because my windshield was covered in gunk again because I park under a tree.  You know, shade and all.  It is now clean as a whistle but my house is a wreck.  As usual. One of these days.....

No political rant today.  I think the current state of our union speaks for itself.  I have learned so much about politics lately that it is astounding.  Everybody plays dirty even to the point of deceiving potential voters.  That's where digging down comes into play.  

I missed exercise because I forgot it was Wednesday, actually.  There's a couple of busy days coming up so there you go.  The Lord provides.  Be safe and happy.  And please don't drink the koolaid.  

why i am an indie

Unlike many people I don't vote along party lines.  Each vote that I cast is for someone whom I believe would be good at making change in government.  I identify with the core beliefs of the Democratic party and what they have done for the working class.  I am pro-choice.  I am anti-automatic weapons.  I know that global warming is real and that Greta is a hero.  Trump's administration just showed their asses big time yesterday at a time when he is particularly vulnerable.  Pass the  popcorn.  

Looking back, I think the beginning of the end was the exit of John Boehner.  While the rest of them are still fighting it out on the floor, he's growing pot.  Shrewd businessman.  Plus, you could feel that he saw the whole thing spinning out of control.  I certainly don't want this country in our fragile state to go through an impeachment but that is probably what's necessary to deal with somebody who makes his own rules and truths. The man is a poster boy for a number of mental health classifications.  

Here's the thing.  We all have daily opportunities to be kind and do good things.  It doesn't even slow you up a beat to smile and say hi when you pass a stranger.  I officially felt like my mother today having lunch with our crazy class reunion crew.  I was talking to somebody yesterday about her upcoming 50th and she said they were doing it up big because they knew it would be the last one. 

The DHS class of 1973 is scattered all over the country but I'm in touch with most of them, believe it or not.  The wonders of technology never cease to amaze me.

Hold 'em close and keep a poker face ^j^