The Observer 1/1/14 early

“Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page. Take up one hole more in the buckle if necessary, or let down one, according to circumstances; but on the first of January let every man gird himself once more, with his face to the front, and take no interest in the things that were and are past.”
– Henry Ward Beecher

She tossed and turned. Sleep seemed to allude her as she thought about the things that she needed to do. Her trip to her home state seemed to make her happy as she toured the “bamboo” farm and visited with a distant relative. Her sister laughed with her over old photographs and they made a pile to sell. After so many years, they found that neither knew the people in the photos and even when they did they decided to put then in a “For Sale” pile…even the sisters old boyfriend. It provided entertainment for them as they made no real preparations for Christmas. On Christmas day they baked a banana nut bread cake and did so without any fuss. They shopped but did not buy neither wanting anything. They ate out at various places and found the food¬† enjoyable, i.e. the potato soup at McAlister’s. She drove back; thought about the three places that she had looked at to perhaps take her life back to that place from where she came. Only one fit the bill and she wondered who was left that she knew. Bringing her safely back home was an easy chore. She zoned in on the road; stopped once and never looked back. Yesterday she made a list of things to finish. Sneaking a peek they looked suspiciously like this:

Finish the project at UAH

Paint

Finish the five books in progress or reworking old ones

Finish separating the photos and sending to the ones in the photo before forgetting who they are and putting them in the “For Sale” pile.

As of late her head feels funny; sometimes she forgets words, like “salad” while staring at the lettuce and tomatoes and knowing the word which finally came but after much searching through the billions of cells in her brain. It unnerves her so now you have an alternative source of information to bring you news as the year progresses.

The Universe smiles and approves the concept.

Today there is a letter to mail. It was mailed yesterday but somehow the requisite page to attach the info to was left in the copier and some other piece of paper substituted so another letter must be mailed to try to correct the error. It will not be in a pink envelope; a plain white one will have to do; the requester had enclosed the pink envelope but alas it left yesterday with something inside that did not belong, however it is now winging its way to PA so the white envelope will follow.

Those are the plans for the day.

Quietly we slip away

days run seamlessly together

birds waiting patiently

having faith

the feeder will be full

before the chipmunk returns

leaves swept clean by some

others watch them disintegrate

Christmas lights burn brightly

others stand in simple quietness

watching stars skittering across the sky

to fall

to wait

the world waits quietly

the universe

quietly waiting

waiting

watching

listening

the song

to hear

and then

slip quietly

away

Fat Grannie’s Estate Sale/Thrift store adventure

After dressing I ran to Sam’s and picked up medication; and grabbed one clementine and a pack of peanut butter crackers (free, of course) for my day out. Stopped by the credit union to deposit two checks and to get money for the sale.

Brenda and I left for the estate sale at 10 a.m. She had a Garmin. I thought I knew better than that staccato voice saying (Turn Right…Recalculating). Whey was she recalculating? Cause I knew better than the Garmin and we only had to turn around two times before getting there.

The backyard was so pretty; no I did not bring a camera but I spent so much time there I almost missed buying 3 halogen bulbs for the motion sensor lights outside for $7.50; an ugly Christmas sweater for $3. with the original tags; a lamp shade I dug to the bottom of the closet for $.50 and a bronze looking coffee container for $2. Spent $13. However, I found $30. in the pocket of the Christmas Sweater after I left. So, I kept it not knowing what else to do. I had made a donation to Manor House while there so I guess it all works out.

Next we decided to go to Walmart and she knows I do not like Walmart but it was o.k. today. I ate the peanut butter crackers and drank a glass of water on the way.¬† I needed bananas, clementines, dried fruit for the oatmeal cookies, Flax-seed ground for these same cookies…and of course, there were those Honey Buns sticking to the bananas when I got to checkout. I need them to eat at 6 a.m. in the morning before going to work at 7 a.m., you see. Almost out of Metamucil so added that.

Leaving there we decided to go this thrift store in New Hope. Not really in a direct line to going home but off for another adventure. Ate the clementine. Drank more water.

This was a great store and it all goes for a good cause.

Here are my purchases:

Beautiful sparkly shawl for my sister: $3-

Corning Ware Coffee Pot…the old kind that percolates: $1.

Wedgwood very old Vase: $.25

Drinking glass with a handle (when old, it is always good to have a good grip on things): $.50

Vera Wang Pants with tags attached: $6.

Bronze looking coffee canister: $2.

Pfaltzgraff cookie jar made in USA: $3.

Napkin Holder from Japan: $1.50 (not that I did not already have one exactly like this one but with a different design)

An odd-looking cup signed: $.50

and a beautiful Jon Richard shirt with pleats: 3.50.

So $24 dollars lighter we started toward home stopping only to cut some wild grasses and flowers. Then, Brenda went by Subway for me to get dinner…foot long subway black forest ham, pepper jack cheese (no-no); lettuce, tomatoes, banana peppers….put the olive oil on at home and added a boiled egg. Only ate half and chased it with more waters.

 

Much healthier, don’t you think. Isn’t it fun to know exactly what a person actually engages in all day? I hope so but then you know how to click that delete button :).

 

New photo…hair is growing out and my Grannie look for the day.photo(1)