domesticity breeds rambling
I stepped outside just before and a barking golf cart covered in a trash bag drove by while I was on the phone. I think a friend was very concerned for me. It was very hard to explain, with the hysterical laughter and all.
I live in a retirement community. Roll that around in your head for a while.
The lady across the street came over one day. We were chatting outside my front door when she pointed at my patio bricks. She said "do you know what that is?" And I replied, "poop?" because she was pointing at frog poop. She meant she wanted to know what color my bricks are called.
She hasn't come over to play again.
Today I was looking at the plants in the sun room. We have this cactus and it's growing two little afro puffs. I rub them for good luck. As I did this, I looked up and directly into the eyes of a lawn boy, whacking. . . .
the weeds below the window.
I am SO glad I was dressed. I need to be more careful.
He smiled and continued his work. Good lawn boy. Okay, he was my age, but I like referring to them as lawn boys. Sue me.
It has rained on and off for several days. It is perfect. Cool enough to run, without becoming a disgusting mess by the time I hit the end of the driveway.
I slept sooooo well last night. It was a glorious 4.5 hours of dream free, non stop sleep! Thats right, an extra half hour folks! When I was a kid my dad usually only slept about five hours. I wonder if that is genetic? Someday I will crash and sleep for like a week.
Did you know Vanilla Ice lives in central Florida? I wish I'd run into him at the grocery store. We'd go tear the town up and dish about Flava Flav and Brigitte Nielsen. There's an obscure reference for you.
I had my hair done by a new friend and went out Saturday night. Yay for socialization!
There are wild mushrooms growing everywhere in my neighborhood. I went the other night and sat in the sand trap on the golf course, looking at the mushrooms and the moonlight, pretending I was lounging in a fairy wonderland. If I were daring I would eat them and see what happens. But I'm not.
Walking home, I found half a cockroach on the sidewalk. I moved him aside and hid him under a leaf so he could die in peace. As opposed to a crazy girl staring at him as he wiggled his couple of legs. Which I admit I did for about five minutes.
I have a kick ass toy collection, including my favorite: the Nancy Pearl Librarian action figure. And Fraggles. And my best friend Jillian and I have Little People that look just like we did when we met at age 12. Mine wears an orange dress and has a bob and glasses. Hers is wearing red and has longer hair. Coincidentally (?or not?) her favorite Fraggle is Red. At the Super Flea flea market there is a booth with vintage (ha! translate=eighties) toys. Every payday, I fight the urge to go blow it all on toys.
*sigh* I guess that's all for now. I'll save the rest for next time.
I live in a retirement community. Roll that around in your head for a while.
The lady across the street came over one day. We were chatting outside my front door when she pointed at my patio bricks. She said "do you know what that is?" And I replied, "poop?" because she was pointing at frog poop. She meant she wanted to know what color my bricks are called.
She hasn't come over to play again.
Today I was looking at the plants in the sun room. We have this cactus and it's growing two little afro puffs. I rub them for good luck. As I did this, I looked up and directly into the eyes of a lawn boy, whacking. . . .
the weeds below the window.
I am SO glad I was dressed. I need to be more careful.
He smiled and continued his work. Good lawn boy. Okay, he was my age, but I like referring to them as lawn boys. Sue me.
It has rained on and off for several days. It is perfect. Cool enough to run, without becoming a disgusting mess by the time I hit the end of the driveway.
I slept sooooo well last night. It was a glorious 4.5 hours of dream free, non stop sleep! Thats right, an extra half hour folks! When I was a kid my dad usually only slept about five hours. I wonder if that is genetic? Someday I will crash and sleep for like a week.
Did you know Vanilla Ice lives in central Florida? I wish I'd run into him at the grocery store. We'd go tear the town up and dish about Flava Flav and Brigitte Nielsen. There's an obscure reference for you.
I had my hair done by a new friend and went out Saturday night. Yay for socialization!
There are wild mushrooms growing everywhere in my neighborhood. I went the other night and sat in the sand trap on the golf course, looking at the mushrooms and the moonlight, pretending I was lounging in a fairy wonderland. If I were daring I would eat them and see what happens. But I'm not.
Walking home, I found half a cockroach on the sidewalk. I moved him aside and hid him under a leaf so he could die in peace. As opposed to a crazy girl staring at him as he wiggled his couple of legs. Which I admit I did for about five minutes.
I have a kick ass toy collection, including my favorite: the Nancy Pearl Librarian action figure. And Fraggles. And my best friend Jillian and I have Little People that look just like we did when we met at age 12. Mine wears an orange dress and has a bob and glasses. Hers is wearing red and has longer hair. Coincidentally (?or not?) her favorite Fraggle is Red. At the Super Flea flea market there is a booth with vintage (ha! translate=eighties) toys. Every payday, I fight the urge to go blow it all on toys.
*sigh* I guess that's all for now. I'll save the rest for next time.