Yes, my darling ones, I know I have been less than timely with my musings but I have good reason.  I haven’t felt like it.  No, I am not sick…just whiny.  Mother has decided to move to a different apartment complex and that is taking some of my time.  The anniversary of Dad’s passing is coming up.  Easter is a rather big event here at the hacienda, and I am (as you might have guessed) a little depressed that all of my chickens aren’t going to be in the nest for this holiday.  I realize they won’t be in the nest frequently now that they have lost their pin feathers and soar the friendly skies…but that doesn’t really make me feel better.  Sometimes I just need to see all of their faces in one place.  So without any defining reason, just a bug up my butt, I have been avoiding sitting down and putting words to key board for fear of spreading this malaise across the kingdom.

The precious was here tonight.  We baked sugar cookies for his school party tomorrow.  Then we frosted them with pastel frosting.  He had a great time licking frosting off of the one cookie that he was using as a frosting container.  He saw no reason to eat the cookie.  As far as he was concerned, it made a perfectly wonderful container for his frosting and as long as I was willing to reload it (once it was licked clean) there was no problem.  He had to have a bath after that little adventure.  When I took him upstairs to bathe him I found frosting in places that only God should know about.  The other curious thing about bathing that child is how when he is the one actually in the water…why am I the one who is getting wetter?  It is a mystery that my never be solved.  Another little mystery is all the places I found pastel frosting handprints after he had gone home.  Hmmmmmmm????

I think I have my very dear, very southern friend who lives down the street taken care of for a while.  All of her test results have come back and it appears she is doing well.  The infection that occurred in her eye post-surgery is gone and she is healing well.  She is brash and sassy, and that might be a problem in someone else, but for her it just means she’s back to normal.  She and I went shopping together one day this week and we had a great time.  We went to a bargain store and found so many good deals she just nearly whooped out loud with joy!  There’s really only one thing she likes better than a bargain and that’s peanut butter.  Well, maybe Aldi’s.  It would be close. 

I think I need to get out more.  It’s when I get out that people piss me off and I have something to talk about.  Or when I got to the doctor’s office.  Lord, knows you run into the cream of the crop there.  But when I went in on Tuesday, I was the only one in the office.  Usually, there is such a smelting pot (that is not a typo) of humanity you can hardly breathe.  I have actually left the doctor’s office sicker than when I went in.  I use them (the others)  as reference for my blog.  I people watch.  I always have.  It irritates my husband.  Please, like he is too good to people watch.   One of these days when he figures out that people have been trying to figure him out his whole life he’s going to give up the pretense of not caring and start people watching too.  I knew his mother.  I know the importance of people watching was planted in him as an infant.  Anyway, people (other people of course, my dear ones) are always fodder.  I’m always listening in on conversations.  Watching the way people interact with others, and even the way they carry themselves.  For instance, have you ever noticed that when women get out of their car, they will adjust their clothing before they walk into the store.  But men, just get out of the car, hitch up their britches, and assume that they look wonderful and walk on in.  Now ninety percent of the time the female looks better than the male even before she tidied up.  So why are they so much more confident about their looks than we are?  I blame society…and commercials.  That’s another blog.

I will try to be better about writing, though I am afraid that my medications are working too well and I am becoming mellow in my old age.  I haven’t been as irritated with life as much as usual just lately.  I haven’t been around as many people, had as many doctor’s appointments, been to as many events, had as many opportunities to become enraged as usual but there’s hope.  We have a heap of birthdays coming up and my family is just a banjo and one missing chromosome away from a confrontation at any given time.  So we will see if I maintain my composure throughout.  Then the trick will be writing about it in such a way to make each of you think it wasn’t about you, but that it was about someone else. 

 

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