Like you said about yourself,
blessed, I tend to talk-talk-talk. * I'M NOT SAYING
YOU TALK A LOT -- just that I know
I do!!!
But it really does help to talk things through, IRL and here, and sometimes just typing it out helps, even if you don't get a lot of feedback.
And sometimes, like last night, I put things here because I want to remember it. This has kinda become my journal, and I do hope we never lose this wonderful village!
I've been to my teacher group meeting, and to the post office, and drug store. Talked to dmom on the phone. (It seems I have a sort of radar that I call every time she sits down to eat. Doesn't matter what time of day it is.
Sorry you had to get out in the rain,
Nancy. It is really amazing weather here for a change. We had the winter storm, and then it seemed like it rained forever, which doesn't bother me EXCEPT when I have to run errands or go to church in it. I love the SOUND of rain.
Nancy, and
Twins, my dmom quit school shortly after I was born. (I've probably told this before, since I do tend to TALK a LOT.) She was in 11th grade, after having missed at least the first semester, I guess, because of my birth in August. She was in the class below hers when she went back, and the principal even told her he would let her "walk" in the graduation ceremonies with her class if she would come back and finish her senior year the next year. She just didn't feel like she could do it. She had a pretty "high maintenance" husband and a very high maintenance baby. Later on, after I started elementary school, she got her GED and graduated from college with a degree in accounting, and her "original" high school class always includes her when they have reunions, but I think she always hated that she quit. She's had a successful career in banking and accounting, but I always felt bad that she quit school because of me and my dad. She was a majorette and I think first chair flute in the band, in the glee club, and by all accounts, a very good student. Then she met my dad and -- like the song says -- "she left her suds in the bucket and her clothes hanging on the line. He must have been a looker, smooth talking son of a gun..." Google the song -- Sara Evans --
Suds in the Bucket.
https://search.aol.com/click/_ylt=AwrNPbbyD9VlEVQVhwVpCWVH;_ylu=Y29sbwNiZjEEcG9zAzEEdnRpZAMEc2VjA3Ny/RV=2/RE=1708490866/RO=10/RU=https%3a%2f%2fwww.youtube.com%2fwatch%3fv%3d06o-EYH9svs/RK=0/RS=kq4hjp6dNOcAT3yrWpFL_YkFoG8-It's much harder to go back when you're older and have a family. She always told me I WOULD graduate, if she had to drag five kids across the stage with me. (Not sure if she was talking about high school or college. I know after the "scandal" she feared I created with dh in high school, she said she wanted to break into song at my high school graduation -- Free at last, free at last, praise God almighty she's free at last.)
I have my grandmother's graduation certificate from 8th grade, and I think that is so neat. Back then, their little community school only went to 8th grade, and it was a real hardship to go to town to complete high school. My grandmother always hated that she wasn't able to go further than 8th grade, but keep in mind, this was in the late 1920s.
Have fun at the Mardi Gras party,
Rose! And good for you on getting the DAR application completed!
Good for you on on your registration,
Twins! Oh -- re: losing your mind -- oh my... yes, I know what you mean!!! After my fiasco Sunday morning with the earring and the keys...
DH really worries about me sometimes. I'm so glad you found the hearing aids!
Blessed, I'm so sorry your dh is still wheezing. Maybe the medicines will "kick in" soon.
I bet you will love that clipper. I had to look it up. It's a little different than my little 4" chain saw, but I sure have appreciated that purchase! I need to get out soon and get the shrubs pruned down a little before the new growth shoots up, but weather & allergies have kept me indoors lately.
quiet moments away from the daily hustle in which no problems are confronted, no solutions are explored and no demands are made of your time
Absolutely true. This is dh's hope for the week ahead. Nothing on the calendar except haircuts Thursday.
I am glad you and dh are feeling better,
Cathy!
LadyM, my SUV is always like that. Nag nag nag...