Around the Corner

Published on 16:13, 07/08,2008
My birthday is just around the corner. In fact, my brother has already sent me the traditional ugly card. It reads: To my sister who has always had a mind of her own ... and has never been afraid to share it with everyone. Knows me pretty well, doesn't he?

He called a little while ago and sang Happy Birthday. Yeh, he's 5 days early, but he'll be in Kiev on Sunday. Navy guy protecting our country. Go, Lt. Cmdr. Bob!

I sent my friend Renate an email today that read: Just a reminder that there are only 5 shopping/baking days left until my birthday. Wanted to give you plenty of time to buy/bake me something nice. To which she replied, What aren't you going to tell me what you want? No, I said, that'll spoil the surprise!

I had the most BIZARRE dream this morning. Dreamed I was pregnant and I mean GREAT with child. In fact, it was time to go to the hospital. I couldn't get Ed to answer his cell phone. It happened to be a Wednesday night and he was at church. Knew no one was in the office to answer. Thought about calling Ann, but I thought she kept her cell phone in her car and not on her. But I knew David, our minister of music, always had his on him. So I called David and told him to tell Ed to go to the hospital NOW. I was to the point where I needed drugs. I drove myself to the hospital and suddenly was lying on a gurney. I thought they were going to insert an IV (for pain meds) but instead this nurse was hooking me up to donate a pint of blood. I remember saying that this was no time to donate blood. I was about to give birth.

Weird. I'm going to be 54 in a few days. I've been out of the baby business since I was 39; Ed's been out of the baby business since I was 26. That was after a false alarm that baby #3 might be on the way. Close call and about made him a nervous wreck. All I could think was, "These babies will be 13 months apart." But there was no baby and Ed went to the chop shop ... the week before his 10th high school reunion. He insisted on going anyway and the crazy man DANCED ... not with me. I don't do that. But with his old girlfriend. And he paid for it ... physically. That'll learn him. 

 

To Market, to Market

Published on 11:36, 07/08,2008
Umm, umm, umm. Made a trip to the local Farmer's Mkt at lunchtime today. It was a beehive of activity with every homegrown, fresh veggie and fruit you could imagine: tomatoes, corn, melons, peaches, peppers, squashes, potatoes, beans, okra, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries. I could have spent a paycheck but opted only for tomatoes and corn. I bought enough to take some by for Daddy and Sandra to have for a couple of meals. Also have some cukes for them. Personally, I don't eat those nasty things, but they enjoy them. More for them.

Penny update: Bro. David is large and in charge. My hero! He emailed her parents, reminded them of our previous agreement and how they are not holding up their end of the bargain. Asked if they wanted to take care of this problem, if they wanted him to (you go, David!), or if they wanted us to meet again. I'm open to WHATEVER, as long as she is muzzled. That girl is a loose cannon. Dangerous. My daughter is about ready to come to my aid, and that, friends, would not be pretty.

Last night's intention (to sit on my good intentions for 3 hours and watch TV) did not pan out. Ed was working on the rails for the deck and needed my help. So I relented, BUT I brought the small b/w kitchen tv outside so I could at least listen to it. We worked on the rails until after dark. Finally, about 9 pm, I went inside into the cool air conditioning and my comfy chair to watch the last hour. I KNEW she'd choose Jesse, but I swear I don't know what that crazy girl was thinking. Don't see this relationship lasting long, but I have been wrong before. She sure let some good guys go by the wayside.

Here's my cute (but sweaty) handyman working on our "new" deck.