G'morning, all! How the heck are you?
Ours hasn't been an exciting week, but I'm super thankful my Favorite Month has finally arrived.
Tom seems to be doing better every day! In fact, out of the blue Sunday afternoon he took it upon himself to repair the other half of my love seat/recliner.
Chuckling. For three years, I've been saying we should take day trips and acquaint ourselves with this place we call home. Unfortunately, my 'fixin' to list' outweighs reality -- but we did have a chance to visit Alex City Monday morning. I wasn't wild about the pulmonologist, but Tom seemed to like him, so there's that.
What floated my boat was the hour-long drive through narrow, winding back roads: Low-slung brick-and-mortars ... neat manufactured homes ... pretty buttercup clapboards with tidy white awnings ... even those tired dwellings seemingly occupied since the Eisenhower administration. All situated on so much green. Fences? Tom even remarked of one, "That fence probably costs more than our house."
Curious. Even as recent as a decade ago, I wouldn't have raised an eyebrow over those vistas. Is it just me, or have you noticed your priorities changing in different seasons of your life?
Back home, Tom announced he'd a craving for fried chicken. Cracker Barrel's not my favorite, but I'm all about what makes the boy happy. And deliver they did! His plate was piled like a doting grandma might have done. I was reluctant, believing there was nothing 'keto' friendly on the menu, but no. The strip steak and broccoli was delicious!
One of these days I'm going to throw caution to the wind and fill my shopping cart with flavors from my childhood.
For the first time in more than a year, we gathered our masks and visited a nearby estate sale. Not for the first time, I was left scratching my head over what people choose to surround themselves with. This home, in particular, was 4,000-some square feet of elaboratly-carved Korean chests, oriental rugs and hundreds no, thousands of tchotchkes ... wee dolls in native attire lining the walls. Kind of creepy, really. Another shopper remarked to no-one in particular, "What do you suppose happens to all these things that don't sell?" So glad I've begun ridding myself of stuff that really has no meaning, you know?
All wasn't in vain. Tom scored a Coleman lantern, brand-new fishing reel and (another) plier.
I found a like-new pair of Air Nikes for $4.
... and weather permitting, finally had occasion to wear my new favorite knit top. (No, those aren't stains -- I forgot to clean the mirror. LOL)
