Friday, December 16, 2022
maybe it was the chocolate
beans and rotini soup!
Thursday, December 15, 2022
a methodist, a baptist, and a jew celebrate the season!
Wednesday, December 14, 2022
not THAT polar express!
Did you think I was referring to the one on my abdomen?
It's faded out to a single white line that runs between the area where the two tracks were.
After all, it's been just over twelve years since the hysterectomy.
However, that's the wrong train.
"The Polar Express" was the right one, and I caught it to finish my A*List -
wooooo hooooo, wooo hoo!
Barbara caught it with me, so I stayed through the end credits with her.
That's when I realized something: Mama never saw this movie.
I've been telling folks that it was one of her favorites, but that's not true.
The BOOK was one of her favorites.
She would have Jeff read it to all her grandchildren at the Christmas Eve gathering.
His radio voice was perfect for that.
(smile)
But the movie?
It came out late in 2004, almost four years after her death.
That came as a shock to me.
No matter.
I'm still going to see it again on Sunday morning with the four little blondes.Most likely, I prepare for it with the same breakfast I had today.
Yep, that's bowtie pasta alongside coffee in my caribou-adorned mug!
Okay, you're right, that's not a caribou, it's an elk that no longer exists... which makes it entirely okay as a movie extra!
I'm sure it would have blended right in with those millions of caribou that were using the land the train rode upon as their grazing field.
(smile!)
And the bowties are real, too, even if they do go by their fancy name: farfalle.
Sounds farfetched to me... and I'm sure the hot cocoa-serving waiters on the train would most definitely agree!
I had more of that pasta for dinner upon my return home, but as a soup instead of a bare-style mac'n'cheese.
And for dessert?
Chocolate, but cold, in the form of a 9g-protein Ensure - delicious!
What a fun way to fill my A*List dance card!
(smile!)
Tuesday, December 13, 2022
elf and the garden of olive
aging? here's what to expect
i thank You, God, that Susan Barker was back to take care of me today.
For my last PCP appointment, she was out, having a worse health year than I have had.
She's had three surgeries and five hospitalizations since last December.
Ouch.
Poor me, I had to deal with a substitute in May because she was out.
As the guys would sing on "Heehaw", "doom, despair, and agony on me/ deep dark depression, excessive misery/ if it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all/ doom, despair, and agony on me".
(smile)
That song always brings a smile to my face, as well as the image of my Daddy singing along and hamming it up.
(smile!)
So, what piece of advice did my dear doc have for me?
That irksome crust that builds up on the outer edge of my 'innie' navel is naught to fear.
Nope.
That's just another part of getting older.
Seriously.
The skin there dries out and drifts to the surface, where it dries out further and, within two days, forms a raised, slightly gummy, crust.
Ewww... but, apparently, not a sign of the apocalypse.
Just another one of those things that happens when you keep living.
You know.
Like getting gray hairs...
like getting smile lines and crow's feet...
like getting chin whiskers or a mustache if you're a woman...
like getting floaters in your eyes that make you think birds are in the air...
like getting skin tags and crusty freckles and brown spots...
like getting cataracts...
and, now, going from belly button lint to navel crust.
Yeah, getting older is not for sissies...
but it still beats the alternative.
Just be prepared for it and don't panic!
Maybe keep a towel with you, just in case.
You know, like you're a hitchhiker in this galaxy...
which you are, just as I am, catching a ride on Earth until we reach our destination.
(smile!)
Time for lunch!
Now, which gift card to use?
(smile!)


















