Necessities/readiness

New set of 700 thread count sheets, Queen size......check

and....On the Second Day

With the energy of a 50 year old I excitedly got up and organized myself to plant my first garden in 8 years. Happy face times 10 and reacquainting myself with my tools, I skipped next door and began to plant my summer garden. Don't visualize a 120 by 180 foot garden, Dear Reader. This is a little plot of maybe 16 feet by 10 and I worked for a good 4 hours,weeding, planting, labeling and supporting my little dream. As the window of bendiness closed, and I addressed the copious sweating as what it was ....my unique response to pain I...cleaned up and went home to take a shower.The Dude stopped me before I actually got wet. "I will help you dig out the weeds and dig holes for the bedding plants", he said."Not to worry," I added, those sweet girls weeded and the garden is planted, right down to 3 of your tomato plants. Ahhhh! says he, never a positive Affirmation, you didn't plant the garden at the front did you? #@$%&%$#@.

Sanity Lost

I can't stop thinking about country living.....the real thing. Not being able to ever sleep in because chickens, turkeys, cows and horses always get first dibs on the daily energy pool. The never ending WORK that is always yelling to get done. The resignation that weather always wins and the race to get the gardens in before the hail hits. Country living marks the happiest and most exhausting days of my life but how I LOVED it all. I sit this morning 5:45 AM on my deck overlooking the golf course and Okanagan Lake sipping  my first cup, reading the newest selection of library books, admiring my fresh manicure and wish I could have those amazing years back to live again. I know....DEMENTIA has finally arrived.

Here it is the site of the Annual Humiliation. This morning before coffee, I will have bared all, and withstood the annual grope and probe. Heard the message of weight loss, exercise and surgical weight list excuses, refilled prescriptions, and asked for a script for Medical Marijuana.....AGAIN! Hope powers that be remember I DO NOT assume this position without Dinner and a Movie.

Blanket Apology

To the lady waiting impatiently behind me in the checkout line at Zellers:your loud sighs were heard and I apologize for making your wait longer but I needed to pick up all my change and credit cards I had flung across the floor. Your staying out of my way and allowing me to pick up all my change alone was much appreciated. this lack of empathy was only upped by the gentleman who stepped over the 24 bottles of water I had set free while trying to open my car door. Thank you for kicking the bottles out of your way. I would have felt terrible had you tripped over them. Last but not least my apologies to the neighbor who gazed awestruck as I exited my car through the obstacle course that is our garage much like a snake exterminator navigating tall grass. Your concern for my well being was appreciated. The vision of a sweat soaked, red faced,package laden woman I'm sure was a shocking sight and my response of fantastic was perhaps perceived as less than neighborly. Cranky, frustrated and sweating no longer, I have showered, eaten and embibed. Tomorrow will be better.

 Across the room stood the blond, muscular Adonis I have adored for all these years. Still the beautifull body, the agile intellect, the romantic soul I married many years ago. Come here, he said, in his deep manly voice; his piercing blue eyes promicing me an ecstacy I have only fantasized about.With barely a flick of his powerfull deep veined forearm he thrust toward me the aromatic pizza box. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes, emotionally overwhelmed, unable to speak the words of adoration caught in his throat. Words were not needed. Was it but a dream, I wondered wistfully, drifting off to sleep. I choose to think not. Sleep deprivation dream. Could not sleep again last night.....and went to bed hungry....could have it's perks???

A girl gets a bike

 She probably walked passed it in the garage for 3 weeks and never saw it. It is the brightest yellow.

 She was so surprised. Then said "see ya", and was off down the lane, giggling the whole time.

Her bike partner(dad) was waiting anxiously. She had left him behind. Will she return and invite him along? Of course she will, plus she needs to change into coordinating flowered dress, shoes and bag. She feels this is a "dress" bike and it must be ridden leisurely in case photo ops happen. She needs a hat, carries an umbrella in the bikes perfect vintage wicker basket and has purchased matching bike lock and helmet. She's a gem alright.....girl not bike. The bike's pretty cute too.