Ballet, Spring and Remembering

 Many evenings before hitting the bed, I watch ballets. Just snippets and mostly what comes through the time line is the portions of famous ballerinas and famous ballets. Some of the reels are almost documentary like showing how toe shoes are conditioned and used or showing the work that goes into learning some of the hardest moves. Behind the scenes where only the toe shoes are heard and ballerinas that have to lock into one position while the main dancer or dancers perform. What makes me smile is when the female dancer has done thirty two spins in a row called fouettés, the male dancer comes into view and kind of does a ta da move showcasing the dancer's moves but with a sense of, he made it happen. And sometimes, when women in church are doing a lot of hard work, making things happen, covering up screw ups, and all sorts of that kind of stuff, sometimes after doing "spiritual fouettés" they don't even get a ta da. The guys carry on like no mess was made here and if it was, well, that is women's work. You can hear that a lot in these parts. I think about this kind of stuff every April when it is Administrative Professional Appreciation, especially church admins. Love that our pastor calls Elaine the church admin, the CEO and she is. I will add that working in church for female directors of ministries, cause they ain't going to call them ministers in a Baptist church, can be difficult as well. More insecurity or something. Moody and sometimes downright unfair and well...I am thinking of the B word, too. Haha, the B word is Baptist. I watched one of those big blob kind of men, with the gruff, know it all of life and the Bible on Reels. I don't know why so many men who become blob like have the same similarities. I've seen this guy before and his rhetoric is KJV only and Bible men shouldn't be sissies. He was reading out of Jeremiah but he had the wrong reference. He got mad at the congregation for his own mistake. I wonder if he knows that King James authorized that version to unite Puritans and the church of England and King James was thought to be gay or bisexual. Jesus did not speak KJV English.

It is that time of year when it is warm enough to really, really want to plant flowers but you really, really know one shouldn't. Our red bud trees bloomed and then were stunted with cold temps in the past few weeks. Now the leaves are coming out so at least they are doing well. The snowballs bushes have buds on them and the Japanese snow balls are blooming already. My 2020 Covid flowerbed project is slowly returning to grass. It kept me busy during those days and I kind of thought it would work but alas, it did not. Now, we need to move or rather have someone come and move the rocks that surround the area. Since I have a lot of harvested sunflower seeds, I put some out in the side flowerbed. If half or even a fourth of them make it, that's going to be a lot of sunflowers.

The new assisted hearing devices use is going well. Love the Blue Tooth feature and I am excited to actually hear conversations again. I wrote on this previously but I kind of thought at first it would be a difficult transition for me but when I thought of this as flourishing, it hasn't been a problem. Getting a little older, haha, is interesting reading. There are kinds of lists to consult on if this happens, this is what that means. Those lists are at both extremes. Leg hurts, it's nothing. Leg hurts, you have gangrene. Oh no, it's too late. 

Looking back on FB Memories on this date 16 years ago, the memorial service for Dan Duncan happened. It was an extraordinary service for an extraordinary man. He was the founder and leader of Enterprise Products in Houston. Most people have never heard of the company but those in the stock market that love MLP's love EPD. Up here if we mention Dixie Pipeline, people know that because it is the pipeline that supplies propane to this area of the country. EPD owns that pipeline. Anyway, today I thought I would include my thoughts I wrote back then after attending the service. This is the company that Roy worked and retired from. 

God Honoring, God Glorifying- One Man's Life

I have just a few minutes because I need to get ready to meet Casi for lunch but I wanted to get my thoughts down about yesterday. We went to the memorial service for Dan Duncan. Lots of Enterprise Product folks had the same idea we had, go early to Second Baptist, get a parking spot and then walk over to Cafe Express for lunch. The paper said this morning that over 3000 were in attendance. The 3000 heard the Gospel yesterday. I believe the DVD of that service could be sent out and used to teach and many would come to know the Lord. Dr. Young was impressive as always but Jan Duncan, the widow of Dan, gave the eulogy and she knocked that baby out of the park! Wow! Neither Roy nor I had a pen because if we'd had one, we would have been taking notes. She emphasized that we are God's love to those He has put into our lives and that we need to use those gifts God has given us to express His love so that others may know Him. She said to give or to be giving is put into each one of us by the Lord and if we have trouble being generous with our lives, time and money, we have handicapped our hearts. Jan quoted from her favorite book, Conversations with God frequently throughout her talk. The music, just everything was so God honoring and glorifying. I think I am still trying to process all that I heard yesterday in that service.
Afterwards in the reception with the family we were able to see so many friends. I was on a very focused hunt to find Dub and Mary. I played tennis with Mary and her sister Marti. Dub retired from Enterprise several years ago as the CEO. The country life is agreeing with them, they both looked rested and refreshed. In 1999 on a girl's night away, I was sitting on the porch at their ranch house in Brenham, early in the morning, the dew and mist covered the rolling valleys. Only Mary and I were awake and we shared conversation and coffee that morning. Mary went back to the kitchen to bring us more coffee and in those moments alone, I prayed for Roy, who had just been laid off. Actually, this story really begins in the summer of '99. Roy was on a huge project and he called to vent frustrations over progress or maybe lack of progress. I told him, shut it down, come on home and let's go out to eat. We did just that and we had dinner at Escalante's, where Dub and Mary had just been seated. We all had dinner together and Roy and Dub talked about the implementation project he was on. Of course Mary and I talked of much more interesting things. Well to us, anyway, back to the story, when Mary got home from the ranch she mentioned Roy to Dub. She talked about his upcoming interviews in Long Island and San Francisco. The rest of the story is history, good history, and Roy certainly has been blessed. But I love those divine appointments that God has. And to even top it off, the divine appointments were fun.
We also ran into Linwood and John Olson. I played tennis with Linwood and we share the love of Southern fiction together. She is the epitome of the Southern lady. John is one of the first analysts that recognized the problems with Enron. We were able to visit with them a little. We saw the mover and shakers of the city and state, in law, in medicine and in business at the reception. There were others there like us, nobodies, but having the same respect and admiration of a humble, hardworking and honest man. Rest in peace Dan Duncan, well done thou good and faithful servant.

Still Love Me Some Teen Girl Squad

 I still love me some Teen Girl Squad quotes and do find some of them work in everyday conversations even if the person you're talking with has no clue about Teen Girl Squad. The exterminator came this week and as he was spraying the yard he found a dead possum near the back porch but out of the sight line from the window. The ever popular, I met a possum. Good for you line kind of worked because Roy went out there to pick up and dispose of said possum. When Roy returned from that job I asked if the possum was really dead or was it playing possum. 🥁I'll be here all week, thank you! 

https://youtu.be/tHZwHUMeGGQ?si=4RP-4MjF-I4jsOvt

Now I need to spend some time reviewing, once again, Teen Girl Squad on You Tube. It is clearly plain and simple sophomoric humor but done so delightfully. A text or a visit with CourtneyS may or may not include references to these things. I have not told her about the dead possum but did text the picture from Beth Moore's X account of a possum up her tree. 

Our Maundy Thursday service last night so very meaningful. We gathered to remember the new covenant which Jesus put into place within the last supper. The musicians are doing a great job as we miss our music director, Debbie. Talked with her yesterday and she is in good spirits. 

We usually do not root for South Carolina being LSU and Baylor fans but we took SC over UConn. Wow! The ending not on the court cause it was decided but Gene A having a 70 year old acting fit and argument. He reminded me of old men who stand outside waiting for one person to step on their lawn, yell and shake their fist. Even with video evidence that the things he was saying were untrue. He has probably acted that way all his life and from the references to Pat Summit, it sounds so but once you get older and act the same way, it doesn't work. It doesn't look good. It's time to retire. The same ol stale jokes don't translate either. Earlier this week I finished up James Cagney's autobiography. Enjoyed it and hearing the stories that make up some of my favorite movies of his. After he retired, he only came back once when the American Film Institute honored him for life time achievement. He told several stories in the book about big name stars that thought they could still do what they used to and their name would add to a production but he said, sadly, some people do not do well in seeing things how they really are. He gave good advice and it sounds like he lived out the rest of his life enjoying the little things. Although, he was estranged from both of his kids. Now that situation, I'll just leave it there cause that's a rabbit hole I no longer desire to travel down. 

Now, Monday morning and the views are a bright and splendid green from the rain. It was a rainy Easter morning. I wore a black and cream colored Easter dress and boots because the rain made the temps very cool. It just seemed silly to be wearing those bright spring colors. Next Sunday is supposed to be warm, so I think the spring colors and clothes can come out. This must be dogwood winter cause the dogwoods are blooming and soon enough when the blackberry bushes bloom, we will have blackberry winter and then we should be good to go with planting and working in our gardens. 

We watched the Natty game yesterday and so happy that UCLA won. Now I am really happy that I don't have to watch basketball until later this year and that will be sparse. Never have been a fan of basketball, wither men's or women's, but March Madness is different. 

Yesterday's Easter service was low key and high powered. No choir, well that's a given for many churches, but since Debbie is healing from a broken hip our regular musicians played and did a fabulous job. A treat was the middle school young man that played It is Well With My Soul on the saxophone during the offertory. Skip preached from I Peter and Jesus exalted. 

Today, I loved the Joy Circle meeting. We talked about our walk with God. Very meaningful. I look forward to attending every month. Afterwards, I walked around the church and in the parking lot. It was a lovely way to spend the afternoon. 

Hearing Once Again and April Fool Thoughts

 Today, I had a follow up visit at the audiologist office. Met with the assistant and she helped me get the APP and my phone in sync to use all the bells and whistles with this hearing aid. My goodness this is not my grandma's hearing aid. She asked me about noise and stuff and none of it bothers me. Just so glad to be able to pick up words and oh my, when the birds sing, it is fabulous. We discussed when and where to wear them and the piece they call the dome isn't as fragile as I told myself it is. Got the cleaning kit and now here is to good hearing and listening...and good balance. God has certainly made miracles with our brains and we don't even notice the agility of it as we learn and create new pathways. I was asked if the noise was too much? Never! The birds, the sound of the shovel hitting dirt for the flowerbeds, even hearing Roy chewing his dinner...it's all good! Well, maybe not the chewing part.  

So, in this parking lot that for years we used as tourists to turn around when we missed the entrance to I 40 is now our medical center. I am also thankful that this time and it is the third time a charm, that no weird happenings happened in the first floor bathroom. The first instance, the guy in the women's bathroom...not transgender, not identifies as a woman but a guy looking for someone young...thank goodness I am old and not cute! Last week a very talkative woman cornered me in that bathroom, standing in the entrance of the door, talking to me about the hand dryers they use instead of paper towels. Well, I wanted to point out to her she didn't even wash her hands but she made that point that it was just "them" trying to control us and change our behavior. Oh, yep, I think there is some of that kind of thing that goes on but not with the hand dryer. It spreads more germs than paper towels so when I think of it, I bring some paper towels from home. I finally had to make her move and she followed me till I turned into the hearing office, she peeled off and went out the front door. 

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April 1st, nine years ago today my father passed away. When my brother called I wasn't sure at first that this wasn't some huge April Fool joke, but my father had a rough couple of days beforehand. We always thought it was appropriate that he passed away on this particular day. My brother felt that our father had realized the error of his ways and Doug had a good two years with him. They told me during that time that Dad had changed but for me, it was no thanks, been there, heard that...When he had his lawyer serve us with legal documents severing the relationship, he hadn't counted on, we would take him at his word. The last addition of his very mean living life began for us on March 27, 2012. His cardiologist's nurse called to let me know my father had not shown up for his appointment. I happened to be in Houston that day, so I took off toward his home. After searching every route and calling who I knew to call, I was at his desk writing down phone numbers to begin calling whomever to locate him. He came home, saw me at his desk and I knew what I had to do. I showed my work that I was working from his rolodex, not anything else. I realized then I didn't have his license plate number nor what medications he took. I sat there with him getting that info. My energy ebbing and knowing I needed to return home...I was in the midst of getting used to new medications and such for my heart and I had X amount of energy. He watched me drive away and I could tell by the look on his face, this wasn't going to end well. The Lord spoke to my spirit and said, this is the last time you will see your father alive. It was just a matter of a few days before being served. Thus began the process of answering questions from Adult Protective Services, the Houston Police checking into elder abuse after he filed a report and his lawyer asking questions and the constable's office calling. He told his remaining friends lies and thus began false reports of us going to their houses too. It was a lot and my heart took a beating, so to speak. All came back as false reports. APS told me they had never met such a good liar in all the years. The policeman called me back, gave me his cell number in case my father came to our home threatening us. In all of this a couple of his friends called me to warn us that my father had posted letters at all his doors and he kept guns nearby in case he had to stand his ground. His pastor friend was so concerned and hesitated to tell me, he hates you. He has hated you since you turned five years old. He told me this in case I decided to go to his home unannounced. I assured the pastor this was not news to me. What I didn't know until much later is how deep that hatred extended. I mean, this is the man who swore all to secrecy, not to tell me my mother was in the hospital dying. My brother found a creative way to let me know and how funny is it that the knowledge came in the form of a prayer request on FB. 

Several weeks ago as we were leaving the Publix, I saw a man that looked exactly like my father. Had Roy look over that way and he said, oh my goodness, your father didn't die, he's been living here in NC. That is how much the resemblance was. Only thing, this man was not well off, using a walker to barely move trying to keep pace with his wife. I contemplated taking a pic but decided not to. In some ways I took this as a spiritual road mark, this look had been my father all along. Crippled with so much hatred and insecurity. Lashing out the only way he could. Through these last nine years as more information comes out about narcissistic behavior I understand. Being the scapegoat/black sheep was my role and now knowing who his biggest helper was, puts things in perspective of his treatment of me and of course the scourger of his plans, Roy. 

I didn't go back for his service. Roy didn't go either. There were friends of his there that would never, ever believe anything else but what he had told them. His closest friend did believe the truth after she talked with my brother and she and I talked several times as well. I love that every time she saw him at the assisted living place she shared the gospel with him, to make sure he was really saved. Gee, I sure hope so. After hearing about him stealing things at assisted living and accusing others, it is true what they say about narcissists, they accuse others of what they are really doing. 

Flourishing In The Courts of the Lord and In The World of Assisted Hearing Devices

  The godly grow like a palm tree; they grow high like a cedar in Lebanon.

13 Planted in the Lord’s house, they grow in the courts of our God. 14 They bear fruit even when they are old; they are filled with vitality and have many leaves. 15 So they proclaim that the Lord, my Protector, is just and never unfair. Psalm 92: 13-15

I have been thinking about this verse since the beginning of March. Flourishing in the courts of our God. Lots of word studies have been done and Bible studies written about flourishing. What I saw as flourishing several years ago is not how I look at it today. Takes a whole nother meaning. What I might have considered non flourish type things are usually delegated to youth and not knowledgeable about a situation. With these thoughts in mind, this week I did what seemed too far gone previously, I got an assisted listening device, otherwise known from the distant past as a hearing aid.  It has gotten to the point where I am missing a lot of words in conversations and trying to listen to the TV at a decent decibel range. Roy and I seem to have the same reaction when talked to at a distance...what? Pardon, I'm sorry, didn't hear you. Now, don't laugh but I knew on my insides that I was growing quieter and more inward because of the lack of hearing soft noise or high decibel. I remembered my mom, she had difficulty hearing but never got a hearing aid to help her. I think that might have helped the dementia come on sooner for her. On Monday, I had a visit with our new doctor and I mentioned the ringing in my ears and losing out on what is being said. She checked my ears for cerumen, fancy term for ear wax. I know at choir when our director talked softer, I totally didn't comprehend one word, at all. The Dr asked if I would like to get that checked out, yes but I really was hesitant cause I didn't want to go to Sam's and have a hearing test. The Dr made a referral to the audiologist office on the first floor of what we now call our medical center. That office called me on Tuesday and got me in on Wednesday. Long story short, hearing loss more in my right ear than the left. I had hearing loss from a virus in my early thirties. The last hearing test I had was part of the interview process at Pennzoil, oh say back in 1975. Cramped little booth but it is not like that today. These devices are not your grandmother's hearing aid. Wow! Now, if I can get past my nervousness in putting them in and taking them out, it will all be good. 

I am learning quite a bit about these assisted hearing devices and over the past couple of days gotten better or at least a little more relaxed with them. Today, I go see the assistant who will teach me how to blue tooth the phone and TV. My brain is getting all that new information to process so it must be working cause a lot of the fuzz and stuff has simmered down. 

So this week I feel like my hearing is flourishing and somehow my balance seems a tad better. I walked four laps around the church parking lot yesterday morning. It was so good to hear every word of the sermon and conversations with friends afterwards. The best, when Roy is saying something from across the house I can distinguish his words. The Dr said last Wednesday, some people need to take time to contemplate that step into the assisted hearing device, but I want to hear. Ain't no thing that it makes me look older, newsflash, I am older. These things come in different colors so mine match my dark hair with gray highlights. 

Senescence Is Just A Fancy Word For Old

 In 2015 the packers were at the house, getting for the big, partial move to NC. Those guys worked hard. Peggy came over to supervise the move. Gee, she kept putting things back. She was not too happy about the move. 

The beginning of the wonderful adventure of living in the mountains. God led us, walked beside us and pushed us just a bit, but Roy and I survived being in separate states until he retired. So thankful for all the PTO he had. Many times he left the office and went straight to the airport. He brought a backpack, that is all because he had clothes here. Best way to travel. 

Today, I am feeling like that adventuresome person on the inside but on the outside these past few days I have felt old, elderly, a senior citizen, geezer, there are so many. AI told me that these are some names for the seasoned people of life:

Common synonyms for aging include maturing, growing old, senescence, and declining. It describes the process of becoming older, advancing in years, or showing the effects of increased age. Other terms include graying, mellowing, and developing

This has come to light due to a doctor appointment. We changed doctors and we now go to what Roy and I call Our Med Center on Vanderbilt Park. The drive to Hendersonville with all the upcoming construction played a part in our decision. When the opening came up for this particular practice, we said yes. I think I truly answered questions like an old person yesterday. She had my records and we discussed meds and procedures and all that stuff. I chose a vintage blouse and maybe instead of being cute and with it, I looked old and nostalgic. Ugh! Because she doesn't know anything about how I got to this particular season of life, I had to refer to those times being an athlete, although I know I do not look like someone who worked out all the time. Believe me, I do not live in the past, I just sounded like it yesterday. In the true spirit of being older than Moses, I have an appointment with an audiologist cause I can't hear squat! So, this morning talking with the scheduler, I think, I know I talked like an elderly rambling brained idiot. What she and the doctor don't know is, I have said the same stuff all my life, but what you said at 40 doesn't play well in the 70s season of life. Hopefully, I do better today at the audiologist office. I think asking for them to email the paperwork might have bumped me up a bit. 

Weather or Whether, That is The Question

 My buddies, the cats, are sitting nearby with laser light focus on my phone. Cause when the phone and the sun combine in just the right way, I'm sure there is some kind of math involved but I am non practicing, there will be refracted light to chase. Sometimes when the sun hits the phone I get duel refractions and that keeps everyone busy. 

We have had a lovely two days of warm temps and maybe one more tomorrow and then the cold hits the fan. Some are forecasting accumulation snow but we shall see. So many trees and plants have bloomed out and this cold blast could affect peach crops this summer. After two good peach years, you hate to see it happen. Also strawberries. Oh my goodness. 

After the brief storm on this Monday morning the kitties are coming out from under the beds, finally. A tornado warning issued for Madison County and Avery County is not a usual thing. It doesn't look like none touched down but reading some accounts of the storm complete with wind and hail, sounds too scary for me. Ah, the memories of my first thunderstorm here eleven years ago and being a little higher in the atmosphere than fifty feet above sea level in Texas. Lightning felt much closer and thunder rattled your insides a little more. We have an iron bed here and we had one in Texas as well. I always thought about this unrealistic fear, that our metal beds would draw lightning. So, that first storm here, lightning hit in what was then an empty pasture but it felt like it was lightning knocking on the front door. I jumped out of bed and believe you me, my jumping days had been over for a long time and ran downstairs. Running days over too. Buddy, my BCFE, best cat friend ever, right behind me. Somehow, I have always thought our family has a propensity toward being struck by lightning. Tall for one thing but my grandfather was struck by lightning as a young man plowing a field. His rubber boots saved him. He told me whenever there was a lightning storm his leg would hurt. Years and years ago on N Post Oak Lane, I was walking Tiff the wonder dog and hour or so after a storm. Walking under some lovely trees suddenly a big flash, like a ball hit the ground and then thunder. It knocked Tiff and me back a few feet and we struggled to right ourselves on the ground. A man in a car stopped and asked it we were alright. Yes, a little shaken but not stirred. He was shocked and I was shocked, even Tiff shocked but in wonder what was that instead of being is shock because of the lightning hitting us. 

We had a tornado warning this morning, heavy rain, snow and now the sun is shinning. This truly has been a weather day. 

This morning I looked through FB memories and this came up from my blog. This was in back in 2011. Roy was taking a photography class and looking for photo competition ideas. Brought a little laugh this morning. We were both so scared when it happened. As good of a picture that this would be, a chapel in the front of the prison surrounded by fences with razor wire on top. 

Saturday, Roy and I went out for breakfast and then hit the road for a day trip to Huntsville.  He has class most Saturdays and since it is spring break, we decided we needed a little get away.  We ate a late lunch at the Farmhouse, shopped, he took pictures and then we decided to take the back roads to Madisonville and of course pay homage to all things Buc-cess.  There was a small blip on our pilgrimage.  Roy wanted to take a picture of a prison chapel that was surrounded by fence and razor barbed wire.  I'm thinking there has to be a reason there are no parking signs all up and down that road in front of the prison.  Long story short, Roy was swarmed by three prison guards on foot and a guard in a car pulled in front of Sequisha so I couldn't drive away.  Roy had to delete the pictures, they recorded his TDL and our license plate.  They escorted him back to our car and gave me a dirty look.  Here's the deal, you can't take pictures of prisons.  I asked Roy didn't they teach this in law school?  He said no and I plan to ask for a tuition refund.  Roy is none the worse for wear, but my blood pressure spiked and I had the worst headache for the rest of the day.  Johnny Cash songs were playing in my head and I thought about all the Lock Down shows I've watched while everything was going down.  Ultimately, Buc-cees was not quite as much fun as it would have been before the photography incident. 

Foggy and Fog

This is a warning, not for the faint of heart or for those whose patience can be tried with stream of consciousness ADHD thoughts. The past few weeks have held it all but not my attention span for very long. No surprise, so who knows how it will go or just maybe a steam line of thoughts will play out in a consistent and logical basis. I am chuckling to myself. 

I have learned from an article on fashion that MC Hammer pants are coming back in style. I saw some examples in a Anthropology email. Not to be forgotten in nostalgia, I also saw that stirrup stretch pants will be in style this summer. Talk about pants at the opposite ends of the fashion spectrum.  

This week included Dr and Dentist appointments. Time for the mole patrol with the dermatologist. Two freezes on my face and a biopsy on my arm. Drat that baby oil with iodine days of high school! The wait is not bad at all because they run on time. At first we older types filled the waiting room but I must say, the conversation between two older women is the best I have heard on the state of weather in a long time. These strangers became BWF, best weather friends,  in a matter of seconds. They read to each other the low and high temps for the next week but they used different weather apps for comparison. The weather fun stopped when one was called back behind the golden door. The woman left behind looked for another patient with weather on their mind but we all looked down at our phones. 

Roy and I have decided to try and go out to eat once a week or at least once every two weeks. Not a hard or fast rule but we are in a rut of eating at home. Who ever thought I would write that? Not me, for sure. We have some options that we like and several new places to try. 

We now come to that difficult season, feels like spring but too soon to wear spring clothes. Next week a little bit of winter returns but those heavy wools just don't fit into March seasonal wear. I am better prepared for late summer into fall. Along with MC Hammer pants and stirrup skinny pants comes the "new" colors for spring and summer. Lots and lots of neutrals. This seems across the board from most of the stores or labels I buy. Funny, used to be a big Flax person, still somewhat. When I was a tourist here I went into a store in the lovely Biltmore Village. They had carried Flax previously and couldn't find any. She said she quit carrying Flax because the styles never changed, the colors rather pedestrian, and since Flax is made to last, why buy one more item of clothing that you have lots of in your closet. Made sense and although I still purchased Flax clothes that thought lingered. It influenced me and now that Flax has gone online only, it is helpful to not run into it at stores. J Jill still interests me and a few other brands as well. I was thinking the other day about furniture phases...went from cheap-o, to Eddie Bauer's (when they sold furniture), Basset, Crate and Barrel and Pottery Barn. Have a lovely mixture now.

It is now Sunday and the work I did yesterday moving some boxes etc... caught up with me this morning. My lower back was tight and I surely was feeling it. Continued getting ready but had to make the decision to call or text in that I would be missing in action this morning. I put some stuff on my back and got out the heating pad and slept for two hours. Feeling better but I'll be hitting the heating pad in just a little bit. 

So today is International Women's Day or something. Wasn't it just International Cat Day? I cannot keep up with these made up days. I thought today was my back hurts, so I didn't make it to church day when I really wanted to make it. I went to bed early on Daylight Savings Time Eve and I had one rosemary cracker to celebrate National Rosemary Spice Day. Roy celebrated International Women's Day by making a cup of hot tea for me and he stirred it with a fork. I had to do my National Make Sure They Aren't Experiencing Dementia Day by asking did he know he gave me a fork. Yes, he knows because he used it to get the crystalized honey out of the bottle. Tomorrow is I Will Not Let Roy Forget He Made An Early Morning Eye appointment on the first Monday after Daylight Savings Time. Ugh! 

We celebrated the First Monday of Daylight Savings Time in the dark, on back roads, and freeways. To add to the general malaise of losing an hour, we battle fog. Oh my, this fog was worse than August morning fogs here in the mountains. Roy said it was a London fog, thick and cold. He had the best description going. Not only heavy fog in the country it was also heavy fog in the city. Truly it was a battle especially on our back roads that always carry the threat of deer crossing the road.  After Roy's appointment we drove through still heavy fog to The Moose Cafe for breakfast. It was delicious as always. Even at 9:30 when we left the moose, you guessed it heavy fog. We decided to punt on going to Barnes and Noble and returned home, in heavy fog. Finally around 11:00 it lifted but that one strange morning and being on point watching all elements is exhausting. 

Looks like my ADHD didn't command too much of a take over on the blog post.