Author: Rene

Four blinds of the Venetian type: clean. That’s the extent of yesterday’s urging via Mother Nature. With renewed energy and determination, I begin again!

Tuesday encouragement provided by a contributor from Florida, “Pat.”

It’s our daily dusting of precipitation in the form of a white cloak. It is pretty. But rather than a gentle lacing, it is accumulating, blowing and icy. Fierce for the start of the week.

I am taking this somewhat depressing yet-again occurrence as a sign. No gentle dusting for me. This means rigorous cleaning of the “spring” nature. Blinds, floorboards, and inside cupboards and drawers. The icky stuff.

Apparently I needed a sign. Sigh.

It’s always a Friday in Lent when a serious burger craving arrives. And one thing is certain: If I have a hamburger with fresh onion, tomato and lettuce, I will eat the entire thing.

Tonight’s menu? One hamburger, please. I shall kindly repay you on Tuesday.

Why would I waken abruptly at 2:30 am with “Kickapoo Joy Juice” in my head?

These odd things make me wonder why I didn’t pursue psychology seriously in college. I took the one required course and faked the entire research, paper and test required for the final. (My little sister was my “subject,” but she was 300 miles away. I merely pretended she was there. That in itself took more work than actually doing the project.) But why? Why do such odd things pop out of seemingly nowhere? Because I am missing the ‘Lil Abner comic strip? I think not.

Maybe it was the surprise snow we received overnight at 2:30? I’m thinking dream study in the field would have been good.

Oh, I received an “A” for my fabrication. It seems you have to know quite a bit to actually fake that you know quite a bit. I did learn my lesson.

That’s my nickname. Need a grandma at the drop of a hat? Be there in an instant!

Of course, I’m kidding, although I shall be seeing my little charge yet again due to a reconfigured dental appointment today. Of course I’m delighted to be available and continue sharing my eloquent vocabulary with her. Yesterday we practiced, “Now what?” This was mostly due to the fact that we had spent the day riding her little vehicle outside, drawing on the cement with chalk, reviewing numbers, playing the piano, coloring and creating “sticker” art, stacking blocks, having a bunny party…in other words, exhausting Gram in an instant. Of course, there is no worthier way to become weary.

We will be working on alliteration next Wednesday. 😉

Look who made a return to life? Skipper, Barbie’s little sister.

We won’t belabor the fact that I never had a Barbie doll, though my sisters did. We shan’t even consider that I didn’t really play much with Skipper, other than to create elaborate housing structures and furniture for her. All I know is I kept her, aging rubber head and all, in her original clothing (evidence I didn’t change her clothes much) and with a blue coat my mother knit for her.

My husband broke out the JBWeld and permanently secured her head, thus eliminating the horror my granddaughter experienced whenever her noggin came off. We are pretty thoughtful grandparents.

Carry on. Aye, aye, Skipper.

When your spouse sets a coffee pod out for you before you awaken, you know it will be a good day. That – and the weather is warming, and yes, my tulips are pushing up through the earth!

Happy Spring!

Here is what is on the docket for today – relocation program in place.

Response from a faithful reader, “Pusan.”

“Lady Gaga had a brief romance with Luc Carl, a bartender in Nebraska who owns a bar.”

It’s always nice to learn something and to implement a plan. My current plan is to enjoy the sunshine and pretend it’s warmer outside than it is. Oh, and to figure out why my email is no longer coming to my iPad. Just a little IT stuff to spice up the day.

Sometimes it’s good to have a slow news day.

This morning there was no song in my head. I awoke with a bridge hand and was attempting to bleed the table dry of diamonds. This is a new road divulging in the woods. I blame it on Lady Gaga.

Yesterday I heard the song, “You and I,” and thought it was a new one by her. It’s old. But the lyrics? They caught my attention. So last night I googled the tune to answer the question, “Is she really singing about Nebraska?” (I had to look it up since my know-it-all sister was unavailable.)

Yes. Yes she is. I assume Nebraska is a person for her? Or maybe she has come to this knowledge of “The Good Life” all on her own. I share this worthy piece of trivia.

“I’m a New York woman born to run you down
Still want my lipstick all over your face
(Somethin’) Somethin’, somethin’ about just knowin’ when it’s right
So put your dreams up for Nebraska
For Nebraska, Nebraska, I love you

You and I
You you and I
Baby I’d rather die
Without you and I-I-I

You and I
You you and I
Nebraska
I’d rather die
Without you and I-I-I”

A meeting of the fabulous eight, started nary a moment late

Bridge was played to sharpen their minds, tasty snacks not hard to find

Dinner followed at my abode, everyone in the hostess mode

All I provided was plenty of seating, and blankets for our outdoor heating

My friends made the meal, served dessert, washed the dishes

Perfect pals for which everyone wishes

Perhaps next time we’ll get dressed really fancy?

When once again we include our out-of-town friend, “Pancy”