Saturday Stuff on July 5th

I just finished a delicious breakfast of scones and Kerrygold Irish Butter. What a nice way to start a Saturday. July 5, three years ago today I surgery. My how time flies. None of this is related and so may go the direction of this post.

On Thursday morning we were treated to the FBA Primary kids (preschoolers) 4th of July parade. It is colorful, noisy and fun. We stood by the office suite door waving and greeting the kids who were adorned with anything and everything red, white and blue. The parades at holidays by the preschoolers is one of my favorite perks of working at a church.

This week we had to upgrade our Internet connection at home. It had all the makings of frustrations, but it went rather well. At that time we were offered a $70.00 credit to continue using our data card for the next two years. Roy balked at the offer thinking we will do a wireless so we can both be on computers at the same time. He said, your plans were to take your laptop away from home to do your writing and you've never even done that. For one, every time I say I am going to do that, he gets the hebbie jebbies about me and a laptop away from home. Secondly, I HATE the laptop case he bought. It is too boyish. So, Levenger's is having a summer sale and I bought a girly laptop case. So now I am ready to get away and do some writing other than from home. His mention of me not writing anywhere but at home struck a nerve with me and I am going to do this, get out and about with laptop in hand.

Peggy invited us out to celebrate the holiday. We didn't make it. Roy was late getting home and I was ensconced with a book, "The Red Leather Diary, Reclaiming a Life Through the Pages of a Lost Journal." I finished it last night and thoroughly enjoyed it. Basically it reads like fiction, but it isn't. A New York Times reporter sees a dumpster full of trunks that have been thrown away as the result of a cleaning sweep of the building's storage area. The steamer trunks are mainly from the 1920's and 30's. The reporter gets in the dumpster and then calls for a photographer to come, so she can do a story for the Times. She finds many treasures, one in particular a red leather diary of Florence Wolfson. Florence wrote every day from her 14th to her 19th birthday about the state of her appearance, and soul, and 1930's New York. The reporter eventually finds Florence, who is 90 years old and thus the end result is the book. It is one of the best books I have read in a long time and frankly there were things in the book that shocked me. We tend to think of back in the day as more innocent and naive times.

I had a massage yesterday morning. How good it was to be back at The Nord Spa. Only Stacy let me know she will be leaving The Nord in August. She will still be working but now in the Town and Country area. Well, I will just follow her there. She is awesome. I have booked several more appointments while she is still at The Nord. I did find out something funny yesterday as she was working on my knees. She told me that since my injections my knees feel like the implanted and enhanced butt checks of another client. Well, the substance injected makes my knees feel like the other. I was in shock that someone had implants put in their rear end. I would gladly donate all my extra "baby got back" to those who feel like they have been cheated somehow.

On a side note, anonymous...I am sorry about your loss and will be praying for you. Your comments the past few months have been so thought provoking and encouraging. I have especially liked your framing comments. I look forward to the day when you reveal your true identity.

Lisa texted me about the Nordstrom Anniversary catalogue. I have not received mine yet.... I hope it comes today. Ali, Google Nordstrom on images. You'll get a looksee at The Nord. The picture I use on my blog is of a Nordstrom shoe dept. I also hope my DR or his nurse have approved my refill on my anti-inflammatory. In reality, it will probably be Monday.

Have a good Saturday. Enjoy the time.