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Sometimes I think we're all tightrope walkers suspended on a wire two thousand feet in the air, and so long as we never look down we're okay, but some of us lose momentum and look down for a second and are never quite the same again: we know. ~Dorothy Gilman The Tightrope Walker |
| 1. I dropped my phone and now it doesn't work. The people at the AT&T store said the digitizer didn't work and to take it to the Apple store. The people at the Apple store said there was a great long list I had to get on and it would be way this afternoon before a technician could see me. So now I am at home and I will drive back up there later. It's kind of peaceful, not having a phone. 2. My teenage daughter and my teenage son both cleaned up their rooms. They are really cleaned up, I tell you! The boy cleaned his up because he has this girlfriend and he wanted to be able to invite her over. The girl couldn't let her brother get ahead of her. The downside is that there are currently 8047 loads of clothes to wash, which I am currently enjoying procrastinating. 3. My car needs a new battery. My daughter who is home from college has been loaning me her car. I am waiting until I get my check on the third of January to see about getting it fixed. It's kind of peaceful not having a car. 4. I have been enjoying my Snoopy and Charlie Brown calendar for a year. I regret that I only have three and a half more days to look at it. This is one of the few years I haven't been given a wall calendar for Christmas. My college-age daughter did give me a small appointment type calendar. Well, I guess I will have the pleasure of picking out my own calendar for a change, something I haven't done in years. 5. I have started back to drinking. No, not that! Diet Mountain Dew. I decided a couple of years ago to see what it was like not drinking DMD all the time. It had been about 25 years since I hadn't drunk about 2 or 3 a day. I started drinking it the year it came out, I think, which was in the late 80s. So I gave them up except for once or twice a month as an occasional treat. What I have been drinking is unsweet iced tea, which I actually like. As much of a sweet tooth as I have, I have never liked sweet iced tea for some reason. I don't admit this to everybody here in the American South. It is somewhat of a heresy not to drink sweet tea. But I digress. After these couple of years of not drinking DMD except every once in a while, my husband was going to the store and I asked him to bring me one. It had been a couple of months. He misunderstood and brought me a twelve pack. I have been going strong ever since. I have decided that God wants me to drink Diet Mountain Dew. He put it on the earth for me to drink. So there. |
| I remember blogging every single day. I'm not sure how six months got by. Dern. My mother has a thing about going to the cemetery every Christmas and Easter and placing flowers at the gravesites of my grandparents and great-grandparents. It has to be good weather and she has to feel relatively decent before she will actually go, so it usually gets right up to almost the holiday before we make it over there. "Over there" is two hours away in Clarke County Mississippi. This year, Saturday the 22nd was the date. We stopped and picked up my aunt. She lives about a mile from the cemetery. When we got there, we saw a lot of the headstones were leaning and broken. It is usually extremely well kept. It turns out that somebody was driving by the cemetery when they went to sleep and lost control of their car. It did a good bit of damage. Evidently his auto insurance is going to pay for repairs but they have not had time to do them yet. My personal grandparents' and great-grandparents' headstones were not affected but I have other various and sundry relatives whose were. It was quite unnerving. On the opposite side, can you imagine going to sleep at the wheel and waking up in the middle of a cemetery? One good thing about this trip: I found out that this cemetery is where my mother wants to be buried. I honestly didn't know. I'll probably be the one making the arrangements and you can't exactly ask these things, at least not with my particular mom. She has two husbands she has buried in two different towns, plus there is the cemetery where her family is, which is where she says she wants to be, right next to her daddy. I kind of thought she might want to be next to my daddy, but evidently not. At least that mystery is solved and I won't have to wonder when the time comes. |
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