It’s “Hey Rene J” Today!

You can tell someone’s age by the their pedestrian gait.

Interestingly, the age group most able to cross the street swiftly is young, while those who high-tail it across the road are hobbled with age. Sometimes I am a slow amble with my arms imitating someone in high speed motion, a skill for the elderly. Whatever the circumstance, at least I respect the driver who stopped and wave to them.

Just a little quirky thought for the day.

Yes, it’s that time of the year again. New seasons are upon us and so are the reruns. I’m talking about television.

Whenever the movie, “Brian’s Song,” is aired I watch it. I bawl through the entire second half without fail. My tear ducts are duly cleansed. I even purchased the sheet music to learn the score for piano when I was in high school. It’s that wonderful of a movie based on the true story of Gale Sayers and Brian Piccolo of the Chicago Bears. Of course I read the movie-based book, “I Am Third,” probably before seeing the movie. Remember when we used to do that?

Not everything can stand the test of time, but this one does. If you need a refresher stop by and I’ll entertain you with a rendition of the title score.

Here we go again – new week – new opportunities? Yes! We march forward! And wash the windows again to avoid viewing the dark matter, even if it doesn’t really matter. But Auntie Matter is visiting in a week, so we are tidying up a bit!

It’s a good thing the neighbors are hosting a wedding reception at their home and using our driveway for some of their purposes. We have taken it upon ourselves to prune trees and shrubs for the guests, and learned early in the day that we had a huge dumpster at our disposal. Guess what the plan is for tomorrow?

The hosts may be surprised when a few large pine boughs, logs, and various dead limbs are found in there. Oh – we’ll get permission, but it sure is a happy thought! Years of growth and annual pruning are always on the agenda, but this year it hasn’t happened yet. I call this a fortuitous event.

Yard maintenance always bodes well for a happy marriage. I’ll be sure to thank the new couple for this opportunity – when I actually meet them!

Crazy and scary. I swear I only have to think, “new white blouse,” and I’ll start seeing ads and email offers everywhere.

Perhaps I need to start thinking, “a few million dollars,” “private jet,” or “new hairstyle.” Right now – just thinking, “What’s for dinner?”

Just checking. Wondering who of the desired readers is receiving this?

Even if curiosity killed the cat, I’m still curious. Gentle reader, you don’t have to respond, but if you haven’t received this in a month or two, please do.

Your faithful blogger…

This doesn’t even look like the mess I create with a new recipe. This looks like every after-meal heap. The stove with its many pots and pans and utensils would be a more apt depiction.

There hasn’t been a really new meal attempted for quite awhile around here. Perhaps I’ll work on that next? Just as soon as I finish cleaning up the breakfast clutter!

My writing is usually peppered with quite a bit of unnecessary punctuation. I have to read and reread my typed missives to eliminate half of what I employ. My hand-written notes? Exclamation point and comma overuse.

This little reminder brought all of those past English teachers to mind. Thanks to any, and all, who encouraged, and continue to encourage, our written word!!!

It would have been nice to let the weed-whacking dwindle this August. It’s so dry that it really isn’t very rewarding to tend to the few places that are in need of trimming. Most of the areas happen to be on the side of our house where a wedding reception will be held next weekend. Thus…

…we are whacking weeds, trimming the open grassy spots, washing chalk off the driveway (which will be used for the food trucks! Yay!) and cutting tree branches so that people can walk between the yards. We are happy to do this as our neighbors assisted in our Covid-era reception. Everything must be done in the early morning, however, as the blistering heat sucks the strength right out of us.

It’s wonderful to have great neighbors. We are truly blessed in that regard with three beautiful sets of friends on all sides. Looking forward to a little food truck heaven next weekend, and the fact that no more weeds will need to be considered until next year!

…I sent my texts the way they actually appear when I swype? Sometimes my “smart” phone finds the most amazing words to replace my simple writing. We know it would cause confusion, but probably more humor.

I think I’ll try it for a day or two? Or maybe just a text or two. Be warned!