Don’t really know why I’ve had the blues lately. Must be the weather. Today the tornado sirens started sounding off practically in my ear as I sat here checking my email. When they finally stopped I noticed something strange thru my curtains, so I opened them a bit and saw some strange yellow stuff outside. It took me a few minutes to remember what it was. Sunshine! Seems like we’ve had clouds and rain for so many days I just didn’t remember what the sun looked like.
Don and Norita came to visit today. Since Don has my POA, he comes to pick up the bills that are sent to me instead of going straight to him, mainly the phone bill, so while he is either working on that or just vegging out in a recliner, Norita and I visit. She has done such wonders for Don since they married, 20 years ago in two weeks. It’s hard to believe they’ve been married that long, but Norita is the best thing that ever happened to Don. She’s a great cook, so he no longer cleans out his co-workers refrigerators, or mine either, for that matter. And he hasn’t had an accident since he settled down. For that alone I love her more and more every day. And I loved her for herself even before that.
I had a talk with Santa this afternoon. I’ll even have some photos of him later next month. He lives on my floor. Really. Would I make that up? I can’t remember his real name, but when he first moved in here one of the other ladies and I were laughing at how much he resembled Santa Claus, and today I discovered that for the past six years he has been the Santa at the Mall every year. Funny. He’s only lived here about four months, and I’ve talked to him maybe four times, but always just considered him to be one of the bikers in the town. He is one of the bikers, one of the good ones who make the Santa runs every Christmas, and all of the other charity runs every year, but I never dreamed he actually walked the walk at the Mall at Christmas. Should have guessed, because of his beard and long white hair, which he admitted he has to keep lightening, since his roots are red.
Now what else? Went down to pick up some Panera bread after Don and Norita left. Not much of a selection, but at least there were some slices that I can toast for breakfast, or for a grilled cheese sandwich. Panera brings us their leftover bread every Sunday, and since there are two buildings, we have to share which building gets first pickings. This week we were second, so there wasn’t much choice left. But, I do love their bread, and it can be stuck in the microwave and brought back to freshness I can enjoy it for several days, then use any that is left over for my own bread crumbs. Really? Why pay a lot of money to the grocery store when it’s so easy to make your own?
Think I’m ready to work on my afghan for a while now, and then get some sleep. And pray the sun is shining again tomorrow. And maybe put some pumpkin and other stuff in the crock pot to make soup overnight. I have several recipes for pumpkin soup, so I can take the things I like from each of them and hopefully make a yummy meal or ten.