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Some husbands just need common sense

This is a rerun while my computer is in the shop. I still enjoy listening to this woman. There are several other you tube videos about her if you like her humor as much as I do.

I received this video a few weeks ago, but I think it’s so funny that when I received the same video in another email, I decided to share it with you.
This woman is the kindest comic I have heard in a long time. She’s telling a story on her husband in detail but she’s handling it in a very nice way.
Now I never had a husband who ever did the grocery shopping, so I doubt this could have ever happened to me. My ex would have taken one look at the list and say something like…”Get it yourself!” and thrown the list right back at me.
The reason I think this is so funny is that twenty years of my teaching career were devoted to teaching gifted children. If this man had a PhD you could bet he was probably intelligent. Some of the kids I taught were the same way. They saw the world in black and white and could not see outside a box to save their souls. If the list said 2 bottle of vanilla, I can see them doing just the same as this husband. They would not pay attention to the fact that the word bottle was not plural or 3 1 dozen eggs.
There were others in our classes who couldn’t even find the box in which to see outside of. They were kind of our lost souls.
There were still others who knew where the box was but chose to ignore the box and strike out on their own. Society calls them the creative children. They are the ones more than likely to see to it that the boxes are decorated with bright colorful designs on their way to finishing projects.
I am glad this woman has a strong enough marriage to survive a trip to the store like the one her husband made. I thought it was great that he was big enough to admit where he made the mistake instead of blaming it all on her.
On a personal side, I had about an hour of panic. I bought something at Home Depot. My credit card says ,”See photo ID” where the signature should be. I don’t know how often I have handed that card to cashiers but it is extremely rare for them to even bother looking at the back. This one did. I looked in my billfold and my driver’s license was not in its proper place. The whole bill was only about $35.00 but she claimed she needed to see a photo ID like the card said. I couldn’t produce it. I did show her my AARP card, insurance card, and a few other associated cards but I didn’t have another photo ID. Since the bill was so small, she decided to take my word for it that I was the person named on the card.
I got home and looked around and could not find the driver’s license. I knew the last night I had seen it was Saturday evening. I called the club where the gala was held…no DL. I called the church where I was the next morning…no DL. I checked the purse I carried that night…no DL. I checked out the DL bureau and found out it was open until 5. I was all set to go get a new DL when I decided to check the dress purse again. I remembered I had taken not only my DL but also my doner’s card. Both were missing. When I reexamined the purse I realized I had overlooked a small zippered pocket. There, tucked inside safe and sound were my cards. The lost had been found. My stress levels could now back down again. I am so glad I found them. Now I have to remember to take the time to make copies of them and the credit cards in case my billfold is ever lost.
Take care. Namaste. Attic Annie


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The Somer Story revisited

Darling Little Angel

Darling Little Angel

By now you probably all know about Somer Thompson. She’s the little girl who disappeared down in Florida and was found when detectives were wise enough to follow garbage trucks from the area to the landfill. I congratulate the person who thought of that before her body was buried under tons of garbage. My heart goes out to her family.

Of course we all know that there never really is an answer to “why?” You can whisper it in strained muted voices or shout it from the highest mountain in town, tearing your clothes in anguish, but you’ll never get an answer. One of the cruelest things one can say to a bereaved family is, “It is God’s will” or “She’s in a better place now.”  Parents of darling little girls and boys don’t want to hear that. They don’t want to think that God planned all that and specifically yanked their daughter from their arms. They want to think that their home was the best place she or he could have been. “I feel so sorry,” is often all they need to hear.

One does not want to hear it, but there are those who say that great good can come out of great tragedy. “You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.” Genesis 50:20. That was Joseph talking to his brothers about being sold into slavery. I’m not sure it applies exactly to a death, but we have all seen good at times coming out of horrible situations.

I wouldn’t immediately relate that verse to parents either. Perhaps they would be more willing to accept it after they have had time to grieve in order to motivate them into action on the behalf of others.

This kidnapping and murder is similar to that of Amber Hagerman from Arlington, Texas in 1996. She was only nine years old. She was riding her bike close to her grandparents’ home when she was abducted. Her mother and father were able to rise above her grief and convince the police to start The Amber Alert System to catch kidnappers, molesters, and child killers before they can cause harm. Their work was based on ideas and in cooperation with Mark Klaas following the abduction and consequent murder of his daughter, Polly. AMBER now stands for “America’s Missing: Broadcasting Emergency Response” but it was originally named for the young girl. The alert is called by various names in different states but it is always an AMBER alert.

A Life Saved

Laura Bush and Rae Leigh Bradbury Wednesday, April 4, 2007, in Austin, Texas, after the 8-year-old introduced Mrs. Bush during the announcement of the future opening of the Texas Regional Office of the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. Rae Leigh was the first child in the United States to be recovered as a result of an AMBER Alert when she was 8 weeks old in November 1998.

The U.S. Department of Justice  issues the following “guidance”, which most states are said to “adhere closely to” for the Amber Alert:

  1. Law enforcement must confirm that an abduction has taken place
  2. The child must be at risk of serious injury or death
  3. There must be sufficient descriptive information of child, captor, or captor’s vehicle to issue an alert
  4. The child must be 17 years old or younger.

“Many law enforcement agencies have not used #2 as a criterion, resulting in many parental abductions triggering an Amber Alert where the child is not known or assumed to be at risk of serious injury or death.” But even if the kidnapping is done by the parent, we can never be absolutely sure that the parent means the child no harm.

That is a good thing since one of the movies that really moved me was the true story of a boy called David who was kidnapped by his father and set on fire. The boy was badly scarred, but he survived the ordeal.

I have been so blessed with protection from my guardian angel during my childhood. I walked home alone just about a mile from grade school most of the time from the time I started third grade, although some of the times my older cousin walked with me.  Sometimes I would stick to the sidewalk, other times I would climb the hill through the woods. My sister was only a student at my school until I was in school in third grade. She graduated and went to high school. I remember a time then when a boy invited me to his home to see his new baby sister. He lived in the opposite direction from my  home. From his backyard I could see houses up the hill. I thought one of them belonged to a beloved uncle so I took off up the hill to find him. Of course it was not his home. I arrived home about two hours late from school and the neighborhood kids had just begun to look for me when I walked down the street. Nobody in my family said a word to warn me about the dangers. When I got my bike in fourth grade, I would often ride it long distances by myself, completely oblivious to my surroundings. No one asked where I had been. When I was in Girl Scouts in fourth and fifth grade I would walk all over town by myself selling cookies. I went to some very seedy apartments  down by the steel mill about three to four miles from home before I was aware of my location and how far I was away from my house. When I was thirteen, I volunteered at St. Francis Hospital in the city. I didn’t want to attend a wedding my family was going to, so I decided to walk seven miles home through some really run-down areas of town. In high school I rode the bus because we were too far away to walk. There were numerous times I walked home by myself when I missed the bus.  I had no fear even though in high school I had to walk right past the state hospital. I could have been gone in a heart-beat on any of those occasions, but I was not aware of kidnappers and molesters. I pretty much reared myself. No one ever issued any warnings to me about the possibilities of taking off on my own.

Perhaps I lived in a safer place in safer times, but there have been kidnappings in the US long before I was ever born. Is a child a fool if no one ever tells her the facts of life? That is not something a child thinks of. Somer may have been warned to not talk to strangers, but what if she didn’t even have the chance to talk? What if someone pulled up next to her and threw her in the car before she had a chance to scream?

Parents live in fear that their children will be kidnapped. Statistically, the number kidnapped each year in the US is  small. But statistics [also] show that lots more children are taken by acquaintances or people they know, primarily for the purpose of sexually assaulting them, so the parental fear may not be as overblown as it seems.

We live in sad times when children are abducted and often molested and possibly killed. Perhaps I am wrong, but it seems we are hearing more about this every day. There was an amber alert on the highway today stating drivers needed to be on the lookout for a maroon car. A child had been kidnapped somewhere in Texas. I sighed a heavy sigh and said a prayer while I was driving. Maybe we should all pray for our nation’s children more often. They certainly need it. Namaste. Attic Annie

Since I wrote this there have been several more updates. I’m just going to list the web sites instead of linking them if you care to know more. 10/26

Nothing seems to be newer than that. I continue to pray that justice will prevail and the her killer will be caught.

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Sunday Morning Thinking in the Rain again

Good morning. Unfortunately my computer is ill. She just won’t let me do a whole lot of things any more. Until at least the 30th she will be in the shop in the competent hands of a great computer guru who swears he will strip her down, tear out her insides, and return her to me as good as new. I’m counting on it. In the meaning, I’m recycling blogs for the next three days that I really liked writing. I hope you like them too if you are new to my blog. Namaste. Attic Annie

Sunday Morning by Maroon 5

Good morning. I know that today is Monday but I’m writing this on Sunday morning and I can hear the rain outside my patio door. The sounds of rain and early morning coolness gives me opportunity to think on a different level before I head off to church…my own meditation time so to speak.

Here are the lyrics to this song:

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I’m calling out to you
Singing someday it’ll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow?

Now I know this song is about a man singing a love song to a woman, but it’s Sunday morning and it’s raining like I said. So I’m thinking about another interpretation for the lyrics. Just as many Christian commentators interpret the Song of Songs (of Solomon) as a picture of the Church as the Bride of Christ, I’d like to interpret this song as a picture of me and my relationship to God.

Doesn’t God invite us to share covers? Covers keep us warm and give us comfort and a sense of protection. S/He is there to provide the covers for us. There are times when we need to get “skin to skin”…to be with God without the barriers that clothing and external accoutrements provide. Nothing around to hide us…just us and Her/ Him.
God made woman
6. And a mist ascended from the earth and watered the entire surface of the ground.
7. And the Lord God formed man of dust from the ground, and He breathed into his nostrils the soul of life, and man became a living soul.

Doesn’t God continue to form us out of clay? What else are we but the food we eat grown in the soil, the water we drink, and the air we breathe? We continue to be clay formed by the “hands” of God. What is clay but earth and water? “Fingers trace our every outline, paint a picture with My [God’s] hands.”

Gen. 2:25  And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed. God did not intend us to be ashamed of our nakedness. Clothing was invented by human hands, not God’s.

Romans 12:1-2 “And so, dear Christian friends, I plead with you to give your bodies to God. Let them be a living and holy sacrifice-the kind he will accept. When you think of what he has done for you, is this too much to ask? Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will know what God wants you to do, and you will know how good and pleasing and perfect his will really is.”
Doesn’t God invite us to come to Him/Her to “rest our bones” so to speak? Matthew 11:28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

Life is hard. There is no one in this world who can go completely through life without some trials… “things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I’m calling out to you
Singing someday it’ll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself home to you”

When we leave God…because we are the ones who do the leaving…we always strive to be brought back home again. To find ourselves once more in the arms of God. We call out to God. S/He is all we can see in the darkness.

Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm. When the storms of life hit us, doesn’t it give us comfort to know that God is there swaying with us, and is still with us when the weather changes and the storms end?

When we leave God, and most of us at some times in our lives do just that, we can rest assured in knowing that road we take can lead us back again. The Prodigal Son left and went out into the world, but the same road he left on was the same one which led him back home again. I know now at this point in my life, there is nothing I have done (or hopefully will never) do in the future that keeps me from the road back to God.

I am sometimes saddened it has taken me this many years to begin to come to this realization. But I am thankful I at least have arrived back home after so many years thinking I was by myself out on the road. I rejoice that I still have the rest of my life, however long or short it may be, to know my road is now near the end where it began on a strong spiritual path. Have a good Monday morning. Namaste. Attic Annie


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Living gluten free with celiac disease

As I may have mentioned previously, my son lives in Japan. He and a friend occupy a four room  apartment that is about 100 square feet larger than my two car garage. As a result, there is not a whole lot of space for him to store very much as far as personal items. That makes sending him and his girl friend any kind of gifts a real challenge.

What do you get a son in his 30s who has no room? He claims he has plenty of clothes. He can download almost anything he wants from his computer. There is no room in the apartment for much hobby equipment. What’s a gift giving mother to do? He’s never really been all that good at offering suggestions.

He finally decided what he wants for Christmas. Food! Of course it’s not just any food. He was diagnosed this summer after many years of intestional problems with celiac disease. That means he can’t eat any food product containing gluten. That means he can’t eat foods containing wheat, barley, rye, and possibly oats.

Celiac disease affects the small intestine. He has had problems with his abdomen for several years. He finally was able to find the root cause last summer when it got bad enough for him to seek medical help while he was instructing at summer school here in the states. It is not easy to detect this ailment because of a wide variety of digestion abdominal symptoms. It is an autoimmune disease. What surprised me is that it it is inherited. In doing this blog I looked up symtoms. There were several on the list that I have experienced for years and seem to be getting worse. Just to be on the safe side, in a couple of weeks when I go for my semi-annual check up I think I’ll discuss this fact with my doctor. I have enough on my plate with other things going wrong with this baby boomer model. Until I find out otherwise, I’m going to be doing a lot of affirmations that I am in perfect health. I guess I won’t ignore it completely because it says that it can lead to certain kinds of intestinal cancer. I certainly don’t want to go there.

Back to the gluten. It, like corn syrup, is found almost everywhere. Fortunately, there are gluten-free recipes and gluten free products becoming more available.

Gluten is hidden in many unsuspecting foods such as licorice, soy sauce, malt vinegar, some flavorings, most processed foods, self-basting turkeys, some cold cuts, and many prepared stocks and soups. Vinegars and alcohols that are properly distilled should not contain any harmful gluten. However, if additives have been added after the distillation process, they may contain gluten. Gluten is also used as a binder in some pharmaceutical products and can be the starch in unidentified food starch, modified food starch, caramel coloring, hydrolyzed plant or vegetable protein. It’s also important to avoid products where the ingredients are of questionable origin or are listed as simply “natural flavorings, flavor extracts, or spice extracts” as gluten may be used in processing them.

Imagine my surprise when my son told me that he cannot use Japanese soy sauce. There are other soy sauces available such as those from China.

Chinese soy sauce is primarily made from soybeans,  however there usually is still some grain component……Japanese soy sauces are primarily made with wheat and some component of soy.  Therefore, to be totally gluten free you will have to hunt down gluten free soy sauce – which does exist.   Many people don’t know this and why should they….when you choose soy sauce…you would think that it is all soy, but no…………that would be too easy!

The list of foods containing glutin is too long to post here. Thankfully, there are now lists of foods that are glutin free. What is even more disconcerting is there is a long list of medications that contain glutin. Fortunately, there is an equally long list of vitamins and medications that are glutin-free.

There is one store in town which has, as a service to its clientele, created a glutin-free section of an aisle. That is where I went to purchase the pasta and soy sauce that he requested. I even grabbed a bag of chocolate cake mix. When I got home, I remembered he’s not that big a fan of cake. Next I had to go to Walmart to get the large bottles of OTC allergy and pain meds. Finally, I went to CVS to get his vitamins. I still have to get a big jar of French Vanilla Coffee Mate before I’m ready to deliver the presents. Nothing like running all over town to do my Christmas shopping!

It sure would be easier if he’d stopped his world wandering ways and come back home to America. Gift cards are SO much easier to send and I would no longer have to worry about Swiss francs or yen.

Hopefully, if you have problems with celiac disease, I’ve done a little research for you to help you on the way to a long, healthy life.

The disorder is most common in Caucasians and those of European ancestry. Women are affected more commonly than men. If you fit into that category and have been bothered with intestinal problems, maybe you should make an appointment to see your doctor as well. Oh, and if you like to drink, as my son does, he gave up beer which made me very happy. He now drinks rum!

Namaste. Attic Annie


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Happy Thanksgiving Day

For what you are about to eat be thankful.

If you have spare change lying around in a jar and don’t have to spend it, be thankful.

If you have a roof over your head, however modest it may be, be thankful.

If you are gathered together with your family and everyone has shown up and you are all speaking lovingly or at least civilly to each other, be thankful.

If you all have your health, be thankful. If someone is ill but is getting appropriate medical care, be thankful.

If  you can walk, talk, and use all of your God-given five senses, be thankful.

If your community has not been damaged by storms, floods, fire, chemical pollution, drought, or anything else that can cause the bonds of a community to weaken and break, be thankful.

If you are able to take the day off and have a traditional Thanksgiving Day meal, whatever that may be, then kick back and watch the games, or play the games, or do what you traditionally do, be thankful.

If on your day of worship when you choose to go,  you can do so without taunts from your neighbors, be thankful.

If you are not a turkey, be thankful.

Be thankful, be thankful, be thankful, be thankful. And if your memory is good enough to realize the blessings you have BE THANKFUL!

God Bless. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving however and with whomever you may celebrate. And in some instances if you aren’t getting along with your family and have an excuse not to be with them, be thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy  Thanksgiving!!!




May your stuffing  be tasty
May your turkey be  plump,
May your potatoes  and gravy
Have never a lump.  
May your yams be  delicious
And your pies take  the prize,
And may your  Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your  thighs!  

Happy  Thanksgiving Everyone!

Namaste. God bless. Attic Annie


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God gave us the right to own a gun??!!??


This is one of those ahhhhhhhhh videos floating around that’s supposed to make the viewer feel good. For the most part it did make me feel good. I am a sap for things patriotic. I fly my flag and am present at every Fourth of July parade our village sponsors. I sing the National Anthem as best I can at public events, even though I wish it would be changed to America the Beautiful to get away from its war theme.  I agreed with everything until it got to the place where it said, “I have freedom of choice, I have GOD given rights.” One of the rights was for the truth from those who command, probably referring not only to our elected officials but also to those in the military since technically we, the people, are the ones who supposedly employ all government and service personnel. OK I can live with that. It’s scary to think of a military take over of our government.

It said I have freedom of religion that birthed the land. I began wondering if the artist who wrote and sang this  meant ALL religions which are practiced in America. Or was he just singing about the practice of  HIS religion which should be accepted by ALL Americans? Does he feel everybody should have that freedom? I wonder. If he truly meant ALL Americans who follow a particular religion of their own choosing, then I agree with that too. Is he talking about the 21% who do not practice the predominant religion? Does he include atheists and agnostics, the unaffiliated among us? At one time in America it was against the law to be unaffiliated in some communities. I’m just wondering.

Major Religious Traditions
in the U.S.

Among all adults
Christian 78.4
Protestant 51.3
Evangelical churches 26.3
Mainline churches 18.1
Hist. black churches 6.9
Catholic 23.9
Mormon 1.7
Jehovah’s Witness 0.7
Orthodox 0.6
Other Christian 0.3
Other Religions 4.7
Jewish 1.7
Buddhist 0.7
Muslim* 0.6
Hindu 0.4
Other World Religions <0.3
Other Faiths 1.2
Unaffiliated 16.1
Don’t know/Refused 0.8
* From “Muslim Americans: Middle
Class and Mostly Mainstream,” Pew
Research Center, 2007
Due to rounding, figures may not add to

He mentions the rights for his taxes to be spent responsibly. I totally agree with that, but then again I wondered who determines whether the taxes are being spent responsibly. I am definitely against the Medicare and Medicaid FRAUD that has been published in the papers lately. I am not against the attempt to help those who honestly cannot afford health care. Have you seen the stories of the homeless veterans who, because their health issues are not service related, cannot get help? Or the devoted couples faced with mountains of medical bills for their children or spouses who are divorcing to lower their joint income to the point where they can get some medical relief? Or the fugitives who are accused of swindling the system in Medicare schemes to the count of billions of dollars?

What about the bloated Department of Defense budget that has grown at a rate of 9% a year for the last 11 years?

The United States and its closest allies are responsible for approximately two-thirds of global military spending (of which, in turn, the U.S. is responsible for the vast majority). Department of Defense spending accounts for 21% of the United States’ federal budget, and approximately half of its federal discretionary spending, which comprises all of the U.S. government’s money not accounted for by pre-existing obligations.

According to the Stockholm International Peace Research Institute, in 2003 the United States spent approximately 47% of the world’s total military spending of US $956,000,000,000. Did you catch that? I’ll repeat it. The United States spent approximately 47% of the WORLD’S TOTAL MILITARY SPENDING. Isn’t anyone questioning the necessity of that spending? That was six years ago. I wonder what the percentage is now. Is that responsible spending? I’m just asking the question. I don’t know for certain.

What about the citizens of the states who gladly reap the benefits of pork barrel spending by a Congressperson who in essence is buying their votes to get reelected? Is that responsible spending?

I’ll let the views on truth, religion, and responsible tax spending slide. I can see God as being on the side of truth, freedom to worship God and responsible stewardship.  What I CANNOT let slide by as a GOD GIVEN RIGHT is the right to own a gun. I cannot, in any stretch of my imagination, figure out how the artist who sings this song can consider that the right to own a gun has ANYTHING to do with GOD. Next he will be saying that the Constitution was written by God just as many say God wrote the Bible in the language of old English in the King James version.

WHOA, Nelly! First of all, an argument which has been brewing forever concerns the second amendment itself. For those of the Americans who run around shouting, “I have the RIGHT to own any weapon I can remotely call an ‘arm’ regardless of its fire power.” As far as the God given right, tell that to the mother of a sixteen year old girl that the gang-bangers shot this month three miles from my house. They claim “The CONSTITUTION says so!” The second amendment states:

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

I ask you. How many gun owners in the United States belong to a well regulated Militia? When the Constitution was written, there were no standing official armies or navies. There were just country folk who had to be called upon at a moment’s notice when the people were being attacked by the natives or the English. It would not have been prudent to take away the simple single-shot guns of these citizens who formed The Concord Bridgemilitias when necessary. Remember the Concord Bridge? Paul Revere’s ride? These are events that have captured a place in American lore. Those that claim a Constitution given right to bear arms never take the time to read the first thirteen words of that amendment. They only read and claim to  know the last fifteen words. That is all of the second amendment that they are concerned about. God has nothing to do with the following weapons that some Americans claim as their right to own.

Military firearms

Machine guns



Artillery guns

Tank guns

Hunting guns

Guns for training and entertainment

This song is catchy as far as its tune goes. It’s meant to rouse the sleeping majority of we, the people, to become actively involved in their government. I totally support that. We, the people, in many ways are getting royally screwed and have a right to protest. But let’s not say we have the God given rights that this artist says. We have the rights written by men, human beings every one,  and contained in the Constitution. We have the right to elect the most powerful world figures as the leaders of our government. We have the right to stand before the Supreme Court. We have the right to fair laws. But God didn’t give us those rights and its time that we recognize the separation of church and state. Namaste. Attic Annie


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Appreciating non-important days!

November blue sky

What a wonderful day! Did you ever have a day of running errands that was just plain enjoyable? I did today. The first thing I did this morning was look out at a beautiful clear blue (as blue as the metroplex sky is going to get) sky.

I had a lab appointment this morning about ten miles south of me. I’m glad I bothered to check the temperature before I went outside. I thought a denim shirt over a tee-shirt would be warm enough. Boy was I wrong. Out came the winter coat and gloves. It was a crisp 46° out there and the wind was blowing. OK. I know. If you live in the north, 46° can sometimes almost be swimsuit weather, but not so down here. It was COLD! I cranked up the heater full blast in my car. It seems I’m at the age stage when I start feeling colder more often and longer. I’m just going to HAVE to start revving up my metabolism somehow.

I had a valve job done on my heart about five years ago. They didn’t tell me I would be on blood “thinners” the rest of my life before I had the surgery. I think I might have just opted for my murmur for a few more years. I was considered too young to get a pig valve so I got one those mechanical gizmos.

When the room is entirely quiet and my pressure is just right, it can be heard clicking across the room. I know that for a fact. When I had the valve replaced and was still in the hospital, I woke up from my drug fog. I lay there until I could focus. My son was sitting in a chair by the foot of the bed. He was using his finger as a metronome. “What in the world are you doing?” I asked rather groggily. He said, “I’m keeping time with the click of your valve.” I grew quiet and focused. Sure enough, every time my heart beat he moved his finger back and forth.

I’m digressing. Warfarin (Coumadin) is necessary because heart valves tend to cause the blood to clot. Any little thing can throw the appropriate dosage off, so I am requested to have my blood checked monthly. That’s why I had to go to the lab. Fortunately for a change there were no other people in line before me so I was in and out within 15 minutes. I think that’s a record.

I left the office and went to my church. The church had a silent auction in September and I offered a personalized framed  poem. One of my friends made the only bid on it. It came to me when she gave me the topic of her poem that a picture collage would go great with it. I think of it as a bonus for her thoughtfulness of not making me feel badly for offering something nobody wanted. I asked the graphic artist at the church if she would help put everything into a collage. She agreed thinking it would be an easy job although it had to wait several weeks because of all the work that was coming due for her. My friend sent me a Kodak gallery of the pose I asked of her for the center print. Kodak will not let you copy any of their prints. They want to sell them to you for $0.09 each. The artist couldn’t get anywhere with it. The rest of the photos my friend sent were just fine. My computer is probably, like a tired horse, being beaten to death, but I can’t take her in to be repaired for a few more days. I hope she lasts that long.

As a result of the computer’s aches and pains, she is contrarily accepting and rejecting email. The artist couldn’t get the collage to me. It kept getting rejected. It was worth the trip over to the office though, so I could give my OK to the final collage. It turned out great. I’ve been promised the completed project tomorrow night. I am getting to know the office staff and enjoyed spending a few minutes with them before heading off again.

I am going to meet my son’s Japanese girlfriend’s parents  next week. I was told it was appropriate to give gifts, so my son suggested all things Texan. He said bar be que sauce, and beef jerky. I got that and threw in a jar of chili con queso for good measure. I thought it would be fun to also give bandanas to them. I combed every inch of Walmart and none could be found. Someone suggested a craft store which I wouldn’t have even thought about. Sure enough I found just what I wanted. I also bought his friend a Christmas present. She is so small I found a jogging outfit in the children’s section. There was another very petite woman there although she is taller. I got up enough nerve to ask her her size. I had no clue as to how to translate children’s sizes. I don’t even think his friend weighs 100 pounds and I know she isn’t five foot. It will be hard to take the gift back so I hope it fits.

I love their veggies

From Walmart I went to Boston Market for lunch. I absolutely love their creamed spinach and squash casserole. I ordered a breast and wing to go along with it plus their delicious cornbread. It was past rush hour so I sat by myself near the window and forced myself to eat slowly.

If you teach as long as I did, you develop the ability to scarf down lunch at an astounding rate.  Even though there is no reason to hurry, five years after retirement, I’m still eating all meals much too quickly. I was determined to actually enjoy my meal today so I consciously took my time. It was really a great experience.

So comfortable I wore them out of the store

The next thing on my agenda was buying new shoes. Now that is something I try to avoid as often as possible. My walking shoes were old and I needed new ones so I went to my favorite SAS store. Those are sensible leather shoes made here in Texas. I am a firm believer in comfort. I don’t consider it wrong to be sensible. My more stylish friends who have worn high heels with severely pointed toes in the name of fashion, have developed foot problems I don’t have to worry about. The shoes I tried on were so much more comfortable I told them I would wear them out of the store.

From there it was a short walk to get my hair cut. I have found someone who is able to make the thin, fine hair on my bowling ball head look good enough for me to be complimented on it. She has wonderfully strong fingers to massage my scalp. When she was done, it actually looked like it had great body. Unfortunately she gave me a mirror to see the back. There is a wide swath that is getting much lighter. Even that didn’t kill my mood. She is a master artist.

This blog is getting long. Those were the highlights. There was more but length doesn’t allow any more. Isn’t it great to be able to appreciate days such as this? I am blessed. Namaste. Attic Annie

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