Excellent point on lie/lay, Harriet! My brief lesson was strictly for the benefit of young students who may be tested on these matters. Personally, I spent one of my teen summers "laying in the sun all day and in a bathtub soaked in baby oil all night" (to hear my dmom tell it, and it is impossible for me to term that activity any other way. Before tanning beds, we all used to "lay out in the sun." I pretty much gave up this dangerous practice before tanning beds). I did not place anything in those spots of course, except my lazy body. It was the only time in my life I've had a tan, but probably not worth all the trouble, in hindsight. (Particularly not worth the trouble as I continue to watch a troublesome sore on my upper thigh, btw...)
BookSaver -- all of your WM experiences could easily have taken place here in our little Tiny Town WM! All except the hostile encounter, actually. I don't believe I have EVER seen an openly angry exchange between two WM customers here. That says a lot of our little Southern Tiny Town, doesn't it? Or maybe it just says a lot about my general obliviousness.
Last night, in fact, we started out of WM, and ran into this guy who is one of the few people I know who talk more than I do, LOL. We just waved, said "How are y'all doin?" and KEPT WALKING. As we got into the parking lot, I said, "Whew, dodged a bullet there, didn't we?" Then dh said, "Where are they? Were they coming out or going in?" We just LOL and got our groceries in the car as quickly as we could -- I said, "We're getting out of here like Uncle Ollie on Andy Griffith, aren't we?" (Visiting relatives rushing off b/c Andy finally acts like he's going to let Uncle (maybe Cousin?) Ollie prove he is as good a lawman as he thinks he is.) Anyway -- I'm just as guilty as anyone, IF I'm in the right state of mind. I can talk in a WM aisle forever -- but sometimes I am just NOT in the mood AT ALL and that's when I rush rush rush and dodge aisles with other well-known conversationalists.
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I'm still thinking...
Today has not been overly productive but I have helped dh with the towel marathon... that is a major undertaking, of course.
Also to my credit -- THREE phone calls to doctors offices. One was non-productive (the one re: dh's approval for rooster comb shot.) Two were for appts for check ups for myself. One with allergy doctor, one with ob-gyn... ugh. They can't see me until January though.
Cooked supper -- Philly cheese steak sandwiches, which I just Do Not Like Anymore. I tried to season mine more and succeeded in making it waaay too salty. I am also so tired of corn on the cob that I could SCREAM.
Cleaned up the kitchen.
That's enough. I'm still recovering from the crud.
OH!!! And I wrote the first 1000 of my goal of 1000 words a day! Noooo... I am not doing the November novel challenge thing that I think some of you have done before/are doing now? Nancy? But that did inspire me --
I want to write my dfil's life story for dh/ds/dgrands, before we all forget his stories. He had a really fascinating life, for someone who grew up in such a Tiny Town. He "just happened" to be an observer at a lot of interesting events around town as a fairly small child. His mother died when he was 11 and his father let him have a LOT of freedom. Then he joined the Navy in WWII and he and my dmil lived in San Francisco for the war years. It's not that he DID so many unusual things; he just lived through a lot of interesting times and had a great way of telling about his experiences. So I'm trying to put that down on paper. He was born in 1920 and died in 2012.
So, maybe now that I have told y'all about this, y'all can help me stay accountable and I might have a rough draft ready for dh to make corrections by Christmas. (I know I'm going to miss a LOT of details, but I'm going to try to get everything I can on paper before I show it to dh.)
Speaking of accountability, my OTHER project, the one where I was going to take pictures of the houses my maternal grandfather bricked... Yeah... that has kinda fallen by the wayside too. Even after the article ran in the paper, about the man who taught my dgf to lay brick, and at the end of the article, the note to contact me if anyone knew of houses my grandfather bricked... * sheesh * I only got ONE response, and I already knew that house. Plus, it is difficult and awkward to ride around and get pictures of houses from the highway, and even if I get every single one that I know, it will just be a drop in the bucket.
OTOH -- it will be approx 50 houses, I suppose, and that would be a sort of "sampler" that ds would probably treasure as time goes on. So... I need to get busy with that too.
I have also talked back and forth and texted w/ddil and ds re:
* Christmas gift ideas (for them/for us)
* how nice their fireplace looks without the brass screen/etc that they so happily removed today
-- -- (It looked just as well with it, I probably would have kept it, but they never have liked it and they took it all down today. It's a gas fireplace, so no worries about sparks flying out or anything like that. See how well I'm doing with being encouraging and supportive and NOT opinionated and bossy?)
* plans for tomorrow (keeping dgd, going to singing at ass't living, picking up dgs at school)
So. I still need to help dh with the last load of laundry. I'm tired.