......before someone kills me! I've resorted to stopping cars on the street to tell them my family is coming to town! I should put it in the paper and be done with it, I guess. I told folks down at the pool, in the cabana, at church, on the sundeck, and in the elevator----and they didn't even know me!
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So, yeah, I'm a little excited!
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Judy R.!!! I was talking about you at church today---were your ears ringing? One of the ladies had her friend from MI visiting again, she'd been here in January, too, and had joined me for lunch the week of Timmy's anniversary. They were trying to keep me busy so I didn't "dwell" too much. Anyway, Karen and Janet look so much alike, they could be sisters. Everyone thinks they are related but only through their hearts! Janet asked to me tell Karen what I said about you: "We've been best friends for all these years but were only formally introduced last year!" Karen said that's the way it was with Janet, too, they just clicked!
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I just came inside from the sundeck, even though the sun left us hours ago. It was just lovely out there and people kept coming and going so I stayed. After all, I had to tell them about my family coming!!! Maybe that's why people kept leaving.....hmmm, ya think?
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One of the ladies who'd been at the pool with me came to see if I had her telephone. Well, no, I didn't, but I think she must have left it by the pool. She stayed out longer than I did, perched on the edge of the children's pool when I came up. I didn't see what she did with it but she really needs to find it, because, being a Realtor, it has her life inside of it! I will go down in the morning when it's light to see if I can see it, because my eyes won't be blurred by chardonnay like hers ............................I feel like a bad friend for not staying with her but she was talking with another lady and thought she was okay.
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Last night while watching the Jaguar game, I used my stove! I browned some hamburger and made a sort of sloppy joe concoction. It didn't taste as delicious as it smelled, however, probably due to using caraway rye bread instead of a hamburger bun. Tonight I added a can of Bush's beans and made it quite delicious. And they say I don't know beans!
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Somebody today was telling me how to heat something in the oven and I couldn't help but think of the time just before Prange's arrived when some one's glass front oven door exploded when it was in use. I think it was the same year as mine is, so I look at it out of the corner of my eye when I pass through the kitchen, wondering if it's ready to blow! Another thing to put on my grave marker: "She was killed by her oven door!" I'd do great out west where they put such fun things on the graves, like I saw in Deadwood, SD.
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Oh, I was so incredibly thirsty today, I could hardly stand it! In fact, I had two adult beverages at the pool which is extremely rare for me. I guess what I really needed was, yes, I'm going to say it, water! I had two sodas and two strawberry margaritas in a five hour time frame and was just so thirsty. Nothing seemed to satisfy. Once upstairs I consumed three or four of my little bottles of water, so I think I'll be caught up for the night, and up for the night! Timing is everything!
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I'd meant to be down on the sundeck much earlier this evening but I was on the telephone with a man from church for over an hour. We'd done a survey regarding the times and types of Sunday fellowship to enjoy and he'd sent me the results. Both of us are talkers so it went on and on, touching every subject, some of it church matters. He's my Elder, too, so it was good to have the time to chat things up.
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The temperature outside is right around 80 degrees above zero with the high being closer to 90. The pool water was quite refreshing. I enjoyed the company of some folks who are usually seated elsewhere but today sat at the table I adopted. They greeted me by name which was nice and asked me to sit with them. We talked the afternoon away and really hit it off. I shared with the husband the recent episode of "Seinfeld" I'd seen, because it was the one about those jack-booted thugs from Pottery Barn who kept sending the catalogs. "Frank" was a letter carrier and got a kick out of the part where Wilford Brimley, as Postmaster General, comes to New York to convince Kramer to accept his mail again. He hated to leave his golf game to come up to NYC just to reprimand Kramer for bricking in his mailbox.....
"They're bricks. I bricked it up!"
"Well, where'd you get the bricks from?"
"Jerry, the whole building is brick." (Add eyebrows bobbing up and down......)
I am having the best time watching those re-runs and scaring my cat half to pieces with my outbursts!!!
