My idea of a GOOD Sat. is to go to yardsales with Richard. We usually get started pretty early and sometimes we go to 5/6 before we ever see anything we might want to buy. Lots of times, the stuff is pure junk and the folks are asking a tremendous price for it. We have a sort of scale in our heads about what things should cost at a yard sale and generally we aren't going to go over it. I mean, a dollar for a paper back book? No way! And some people bring out dirty, greasy stuff that looks like it had never seen soap and water. Estate sales are good sometimes. When someone really wants to sell the estate, they have good prices and if you act interested they will immediately lower the price so they can get rid of it. I mean, that's the point. Right? I think on several occasions we've passed up some good buys. Once, a lady had a really nice baldwin organ for just $20. And another estate sale had a big church type organ that sounded good once Richard messed with it for a while. That was only $25! And one thing is for sure! It's much more fun to go to a yardsale than to have one!!

Walk of Fame Cafe --A Play

Douglas and I decided to go to see the play that was being performed by actors from New York and Hollywood to raise money for the Little Theatre of Danville. We called ahead and were told that we could get tickets at the door and after parking way down the street from Averett's Pritchett Auditorium we got to the door and asked a guy standing there if he was selling tickets. He wasn't, but he did give us tickets, which was great. Saved us $10 each. The play was really good, which surprised me. I really wasn't expecting the local actors to do as good as they did, but they were excellent. All the actors were good, but the best part was when the three girls got tickled and had to ad lib some of their lines because they were laughing so much. I would recommend that you see this play if you ever get the chance.

More Stupid Things

Did you ever want to make a good impression so badly that every thing you do turns out to be wrong and instead of making a good impression, you just sort of make a fool of yourself? Well,if you never have, you are so lucky or else so smart. Seems as if I've spent my life doing stupid things. Have you ever had a really smart word or saying that would really add to the conversation and when it popped out of your mouth it was something entirely different that made no sense at all? And all you got was strange looks? Or you start to tell something and think you have to add all the background in order to better make your point and then you lose the interest of the person you're talking to? I have such a time with this. I know I talk too much but when you don't often have an audience , you tend to try to make the most of it when you do. Oh well, maybe I'll just try talking to myself. It's not the sign of insanity, but a smart person talking to a smart person!

The Reason the Previous Article has the Title It Has

I wrote, I thought, a pretty good little piece about some of the really stupid things I had done recently. It was good!!! So to show you how stupid things are, I clicked on add to add it to my journal and it disappeared completely. So, therefore, I had to rewrite it and I left out a lot which was kinda stupid. Anyway, I get an e-mail from Tami and she thinks that Cindy had written my little article. Now, ain't that stupid? Cindy writes so well, I guess I'm tickled to be compared to her. Anyway.....all the musings on my journal are my musings. Wish I could remember all the good stuff in my first "stupid" article,tho.

Sosa, The Quaker

Monday, Linda gave me my birthday present a little early.........a beautiful little green quaker parrot. I named him Sosa in honor of the great Cubs homerun hitter. Anyway, he is so smart. He already knows how to step up onto my finger and sometimes he acts like he knows his name. He is still just a baby but when I put him in his bed at night, he stays there all night, sleeping with his butt up in the air. He yawns just like a baby when he gets sleepy.... He really likes to get out of his cage and sit on top of Pixie's cage and "talk" to the cockatiels. He picks up his food with one talon and holds it up to his beak and eats. He likes carrots, but he shreds them into his food dish and then eats the little pieces. He also likes to untie knots. He is really a sweet bird and is learning that when he "nibbles" on my skin and I say NO!, he is supposed to stop. He is a sweet little person of a bird and I think he likes me, too.

Crazy Thoughts

Yesterday I was sitting on the porch swinging with Anna ( the beautiful baby I babysit) when I saw the neighbors little granddaughter who happens to be named Ginger. I talk to Anna as though she can understand what I'm saying, and I think she really does...she's very smart for 4 months. Anyway, I tell her that the lil girl is named Ginger and wonder what the next one will be......Thyme, Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Garlic Powder? Well, the more I thought about it, the more I laughed and the more I laughed, the more Anna laughed. So, there we sat....an old fuddy duddy and a sweet lil baby giggling like we didn't have good sense. Doesn't take much, does it?

Friday Night

Well, another Friday evening....soon to be night and here I sit alone, but that's OK cause I like being alone. I'm not lonely, however. I really like to be here in the house by myself. Well, except for 2 cats and 3 birds I'm by myself. When the cats start running up and down the stairs, it sounds like a herd of elephants. For medium sized felines they can sure make a noise. My Quaker parrot gets in his little hut every night at 7 so he's long asleep. The cockatiels will stay up until I turn off all the downstairs lights. Pixie will crane his head around every now and then and ask, "What'cha doing, huh?" and then say, "Come here". When I'm here by myself, I can read without interruption, watch the TV show I want to watch in the room I want to sit in, if I want to wash the dirty dish I messed up, I can or if I don't want to, I don't. I can listen to the music I like on my CD player or I can get on the computer without making someone else get off. If I so desire I can fill the tub up and light some candles and soak til the water gets cool and then reheat it and soak some more. It's really nice having a Friday evening alone, just me and the empty house. It's something to look forward to in the middle of a busy and hectic week.

Mirror, Mirror On the Wall

Have you ever walked past a mirror and see the reflection and did a double take? My goodness, WHO is that person in the mirror? Is it really me? When did I get to be so old? That is me?? It can't be. Why just the other day I was a young wife and a young mother. When did I become this "mature" grandmotherly person? I DON'T feel any older. I can still wear my size 10 jeans and ride a bike. I can still skate,allbeit, not on rollerblades. I can ride a scooter down the parking lot and play ball with the young'uns. When did I get to be so OLD??? Is this really me? I still get teary eyed at some songs I loved when I was a teen-ager, and I still cry over a sad movie or book. I thought I was the same person I had always been until I passed that mirror. Mirror, mirror on the wall....................

Veteran's Day Parade

Today is Sunday, Nov.11, Veteran's Day. Emily, Rachel and I went to the parade downtown. I hadn't been to a parade in several years, but this was a perfect fall day.....fairly warm, sunny and just a little breezy. There was a nice crowd....I saw several people I knew when I was young. Even saw one "girl" I went to school with way back at Woodrow Wilson. The crowd was orderly and well behaved and everyone had flags that had been given out by WBTM, (until they ran out). All the veterans were applauded as were the bands playing patriotic music. It was a sense of community coming together to celebrate out nation. There was a real spirit of patriotism that I hadn't observed in a very long time. I guess in the back of everyone's mind was Sept. 11 and the horrific events of that day. But it was a real celebration of love of country, spirit and patriotism. I loved it!

To Hair or Not to Hair, that is the question

I was told by a friend.....at least I hope he's my friend......that I ought to let my hair grow, that it would look better longer. Well, all you girls out there know how hard it is to let your hair grow even if your incentive is a promise of a hair brushing. LOL. Anyway, at first it's not too bad; just sorta hard to manage when it's been very short for a long time. I mean, too long to wear straight and too short to really curl or put up in a pony tail. Then all of a sudden you get a growth spurt and it shoots out all over your head and you look like Albert Einstein discovering something. Or like you stuck your finger into an electrical socket.Then it starts to regain some semblance of an actual hairdo.....but still it's too messy to tolerate when the wind blows. Oh well, maybe soon I'll get my hair brushed and I'll see if it was worth all the bother of trying to grow it out again, or maybe I'll just go and get Ross to cut it again. Or maybe I'll go have it styled so I'll look good for the wedding. Whatever!