I was listening to one of my favorite radio stations while driving to work this morning, the Pulse. The QOD, question of the day was, “Who was the knighted pianist who pose album from the 80s used his real name?” I knew! But it was too late for me to call in. The first person with the correct answer qualifies for pride, not prize of the day.
A bit later the guy was telling about his friend’s wife who won lots of money playing a slot machine. He invited listeners to call in with their stories of big gambling wins. I dialed the number, but usually don’t get through. I got through! I waited, the guy came on the phone and I told him my wining gambling story.
I turned the radio down while I talked with him. When we hung up, I turned it back up to listen, not sure my story would be aired. I was just arriving at my destination when I heard my voice telling my story!
It was a fun addition to the drive that made my day!
Oh! Did you know the answer to the QOD? Sir Elton John.
I’m such a procrastinar. I know it’s bad. I can’t seem to acomplish much without deadlines. I know because retirement has few deadlines. And I’m not accomplishing what I hoped. I seemed to get more done when I was working full time. Anyway, I’m trying to adjust.
I’m taking classes to learn all about writing children’s picture books, something I started working on 7 years ago. I have lots of ideas. I can write a draft and share with my critique group. They give me great suggestions and support. But I don’t progress from there. I don’t get revisions done.
Ah, a deadline! Just what I need. So yesterday I started polishing one of my drafts. I went back through my notes from the critique group. Today I shared the story with my husband. I will be ready to submit it tomorrow, just in time to meet the deadline!
Inspired by a #picoftheweek2019 post, I decided to write about a pleasant memory of this place. This picture gives you a view of the mill and bridge. It’s serene and calming to me.
One Memorial Day our families headed there for a cookout. It’s about 1 1/2 hour drive. We prepared some food ahead, deserts and potato salad for sure. My father-in-law always barbecued pork steaks, hamburgers and hot dogs. I have a picture of about 24 of us just inside the covered bridge. The youngest played on a pallet under the shade trees while the food was cooking. The adults played wiffle ball or badminton with the younger children. We explored the area, just enjoying nature.
Now the site is a state park. You can tour the old mill and see how it actually operated. The small community has a couple antique shops. The park has tall oak trees to shade the picnic sites. It’s still an interesting place to visit.
After gargling with saltwater and spending all of yesterday on the couch wrapped in a blanket, my throat still hurts. It’s time to visit urgent care. I hate going to the doctor and usually tough it out. I have no energy. I haven’t had coffee for 2 days, two cups of hot tea with honey & lemon instead. My dog hasn’t gone on a walk either. She is on her own in the gated back yard. And the weekend will soon arrive. I sure don’t want to go to the er.
I can’t find my coat. I wore it yesterday on our trip to the dentist. When we got home we were rushing to take the dog out, carry in the groceries and head to town. I realized I couldn’t find it and quickly grabbed another jacket. I had a library board meeting in the evening so I didn’t have time to search thoroughly. We crashed after that.
Today I called each stop we made to ask if they had found a leather jacket. No luck.
My husband said he could not believe I’d lost my coat. I can.
It’s been a stressful group of days.
And oh, yeah the coroner ruled the death natural causes.
After a week of somber activity, the extended family members head home. All is quiet around the house, we do the mundane things. We eat breakfast, pay bills, do the dishes, wash the clothes, and begin to write thank you notes. In between these tasks we discuss the events of the past week. Reflections help us discuss our feelings.
We have several duties ahead as a family. We must sort a lifetime collection of belongings. Some things will be divided among family members. A grandson might treasure a cap that Grandpa once wore. A Pendleton shirt would make a nice outfit for a teddy bear. Some items will be donated to the local rescue mission. Some things may be auctioned. Cleaning will be carthartic.
Music also heals the soul. Today I listened to two songs suggested by my son, and both were perfect: Frank Sinatra’s, My Way and We’ll Meet Again. .