Posted in Musings and Mutterings


Yes, ten measly days. Wow! Thankfully, I’m packing. Got my suitcase out and am dutifully putting in capris and my designated T Shirts.

It’s Father’s Day and one child purchased thick juicy steaks and boiled up some taters for dinner, along with asparagus. Nom… the other child bought Dad some beer and the child in law made a lemon cake. We are walking around with full tummies and dozey looks on our faces. As if we had truly recovered from last night,  where in which we were treated to an Indian dinner at a local restaurant. It was a delicious meal and we sat and talked with our hosts for over 4 hours, nibbling on Naan and enjoying revisiting the dishes we had chosen. Very nice indeed.

I’m trying to make an appointment to go back to the house we found that we love. I want to see about putting a contract on it. I know I don’t have to rush, because if it’s supposed to be mine, it will, and I know it is. But I also want to keep moving in a forward direction, so I’m very happy that Hubby figured out how to fix a freebie power washer with a $5.00 plug and that #4 has been happily  power washing the house and the deck. The neighbors just gave us the number of someone who they trust to do a few carpenter’s jobs around here so we can put her up on the market aggressively. I’d love to be spending my Christmas in my new home.

We shopping with Jenny this weekend. We found a few tops that I think will work while I’m traveling. Too bad they are ideal for Italy, where I will be wearing color coded T-shirts and not at all functional for Germany, where I will more than likely be wearing a jacket. Still, I like them and since I was weeding out a bunch of old clothes anyway, some fresh cotton in my closet isn’t going to yank my chain too terribly much.

I surprised my boss on Thursday. Today is her birthday, but we are usually completely done with chorus by now, so she never really gets to be around us near her birthday. It’s a tradition in the chorus to sing to members when it’s their day. It’s the same song that every one of them sang on their audition for the chorus, so it’s kind of a theme if you will, as well. The pianist hit the grand announcement chord and I had Hubby fling open the rehearsal doors and march in with a big bouquet of pink roses while the kids sang happy birthday in rather grand fashion. She clapped her hands over her mouth and jumped up and down in surprise and at the end, the kids all stood up and gave her a standing ovation. It was classic!

I love that kind of stuff!


I believe you make your own reality whether good or bad. Thus, my favorite saying is, "Say what you mean and mean what you say."

Well, Sharon, if you wanna know what I think....

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