Mary Lynn's Adventure

I had a little mishap on my way to the Cherokee Triangle Art Fair yesterday, and of course, I'm going to tell you all about it.  But first, let me assure anyone reading this that I'm A-OK.  Bobby & I parked on Rosewood, and the traffic was pretty heavy on Bardstown Road, making it a little difficult to cross.  So we saw our chance---got half way across, stopped on the middle line, looked to see what the next lane of traffic was doing, and Bobby made a dash for it.  I decided to make a dash, also.  The car coming looked to be coming pretty fast, so I tried to run - wearing sandals.  Bad idea!  I fell hard, right into what Bobby calls a Superman pose, you know how Superman looks when he's flying, on his tummy, hands out in front, overhead, legs straight out behind, my sandals flew off in traffic, I was in traffic, right in the middle of Bardstown Road.  Bobby says when he got to the sidewalk and looked around, he thought "where is she?"  Well, I was lying in the street.  I didn't get run over - Hooray!  As a matter of fact, I ended up pretty well - to scraped palms, a scraped shoulder, a bruised left palm and a bruised left knee, and my left wrist is pretty sore, but much better today than it was last night.  And I didn't harm the jeans I was wearing, which are the only jeans I have that I like; I was glad of that.  And just a footnote * Since I was with Bobby and he can't bend over, I had to pick myself up out of the street, and retrieve my own shoes, although he did kick them over to the gutter for me.  And we continued on the fair and spent enjoyable time with Mark, Kim, Erin & Jill, and then met Dub and Linda for dinner, so it gave me a story to tell and something about which to blog.

This isn't just about Brian's birthday, though it's what prompted my blog. I enjoyed the breakfast, and wish Kevin and Kim could have made it. There hasn't been a year that on Brian's birthday I haven't realized how fortunate we are that he's strong and healthy, and remember Dr. Seligman in neo-natal who cared for him. Of course, that can be said for all children who are strong and healthy, but Brian had a tough start. Happy Birthday, Brian!

A few more tidbits: Erin and Jill came in wearing Louisville shirts - Oh No!!! Brian told them he usually didn't like those red shirts, but "you girls make them work." Mark and the girls left, and returned later in the day with Kim, and watched the Louisville game at our house, which Erin was really enjoying. She told us she likes to watch the basketball games but it causes her to miss Jeopardy. How old is this 7 year old anyway. And then they left after the game so she could get home see the Ohio St game, but I don't think she was going to see all of it; she was looking pretty sleepy. Jill wasn't feeling too well; hope she's feeling better today.

Last thought; Mark was at an art seminar when Kim, Bobby and I were talking about Derby Day and had this idea (kidding). They could bring their rats here and we could have our own "Run for the Rodents." When we started picking out names for the rats, Kim said "too bad the Tabler Boys aren't here- they'd run with this conversation. How True!

This Sign Can't Possiby Refer To Us

When Bobby & I went to line dance Monday, we thought maybe we could find a spot to park in the lot, but there were only 2 spaces available, and both had the above sign posted, so we found a spot on the street. I admit the day and time of the week never entered our minds; the only thing that we saw was "Reserved for Seniors," and we both said out loud, well, this is reserved for seniors, but there's a place out there on the street, so out we went and walked a little further. It was when we got close to the building that we started laughing, realizing, hey, maybe we could have parked there after all. Could we just possibly be two of those seniors that space is reserved for? Never entered our minds. I have to admit I might feel guilty taking that spot; I really don't need it.

It's All About Me

This blog's all about what I'm up to, and have been up to, so if you're not interested, I'd advise you to stop reading right now and find something more constructive to do with your time. Bobby told me I haven't blogged in a month or so, and I decided I'd better blog about something or another. So I'm just writing about how I've been passing a little of my time.

We've been to Comfy Cow 2 days in a row, seeing Mark's art on display and eating ice cream. Today was my favorite visit, though, because Erin and Jill were there and anytime they're climbing on my lap and hugging on me, things couldn't be better. We were there last night after attending a fish fry at Our Lady's down on Portland, seeing some faces from our past. I saw only one high school chum, but Bobby saw more people he knew and we had a good time. One of these guys had a wife into quilting and is supposed to e'mail me with information about some quilting groups she belongs to that sounded interesting.

We've replaced the old lace curtain on the front door with brown blinds. Well, I bought them, Bobby put them up - that's how I arrive at the "we." I'm sure if I pulled old pictures, that same curtain has been up there since we've had this house, I'd be willing to bet. Want to bet? I'll bet you...$10,000.00. Really, I'm pretty sure it's always been up there. These blinds look so much better, and now I've decided to get the same thing for the back hall door. It's a great improvement for just a little bit of money. I've also replaced the shower curtain, and would like a new comforter for our bed. Small improvements which make a difference.

On Monday afternoons, when we can, Bobby & I are going to line dance from 12:00 to 2:00 at this church near us. You know you're getting old when you dance in the afternoon instead of in the evening. and on Wed. morning I'm going to go to Zumba class - well, okay, the class I'm going to is "Zumba 'Gold,' guess I'll admit that gold is on there. But it will still be fun exercise. I'm looking forward to it. And I'm still going to Yoga and enjoy it also.

Are you still with me? You are? Well bless your little heart. You know, you'll never get this time back. Think what you could have accomplished in the time spent reading this. It's not my fault...I warned you. I've read 3 books this year that I really liked, am reading another that I like, but forced myself to finish, after starting, a book that was no good. I can never decide after starting a book I don't like whether to just stop reading it, or to force myself through it. I compare it to having too much food on my plate. Some say you shouldn't waste it by throwing it out, but I think eating it when you're full and don't want it is just as wasteful...you don't enjoy it, you don't need it, it makes you feel bad. So if you "buy" a book, the money is already spent, and you're not enjoying reading it, then it's really a waste of time, time that could be better spent, I guess.

I've done a little Christmas shopping - all the tree gifts for this next Christmas are bought, along with 2 or 3 other items. Movie and lunch with Dub & Linda tomorrow - we're seeing War Horse - the book was pretty good. Bobby and I saw The Artist - it was different - and entertaining.

My next project is to strip the flowered wallpaper off the upstairs hallway - it's got to go, but I have to get motivated to get busy doing that. It probably won't take long once I get started.
Well, I need to let my kind readers (if there are any left) get back to whatever they're doing.
See you next time.

Bunny Mug Dream

Dreams are so darn weird. I can't imagine why this mug appeared in my dream last night, because it's something I hadn't thought of in...well, I really can't say. Since Brian was a small child? And in my dream I was picking things up in the hallway, and one of the things I picked up was this silly mug. Remember this, Mark, Kevin, Brian? I checked it out on ebay, and it sells for $2.00, so if we still had it, we couldn't have cashed it in for big bucks. It was a Nestle's promotion that I sent away for, I believe. And it looked exactly, exactly, exactly like this in my dream.

Old Mantel Clock

Brian has a darn good memory. He came by the house the other night and for some reason thought about a clock that used to sit on our mantel. I thought this clock was a figment of his imagination and was sure he was thinking of a clock that was at Dot's house. He remembered that it was square with Roman Numerals. Still didn't ring a bell with me. He said it was on the mantel, except at Christmas when I'd move it to place decorations on the mantel, and then it would sit on the Oak dresser. Okay...but I don't think so.....

So here it is. All it took was getting the old pictures out and presto! Now I remember that clock. And I don't know what happened to it. Maybe it stopped working. Or maybe I just got tired of it. Who knows. The important thing is...I never got tired of my sons, I remember all of them, and I know where they are. So There!

Feast of St. Nicholas

Dec. 6 is the Feast of St. Nicholas, always celebrated in our house by placing our stockings out for St. Nicholas to fill. I was talking to Mark on the phone this morning, and he reminded me that ours were always placed on the front porch, and St. Nick always seemed to come right after Daddy took the trash out. My, but that's mysterious. He would always come during dinner hour, and not over night, I'm sure because of daddy's work schedule. And if Daddy was off on the 5th, he came on the 5th, and if he was off on the 6th, he came on the 6th. Daddy worked 24 hr, off 24 hours. We never questioned it. It was just the way St. Nicholas did things.

We also never questioned the fact that some of our friends didn't get things from St. Nicholas, the fact that they didn't celebrate this feast day. It just depended on the tradition of the family. I guess the kids more likely to question it would be the kids hearing about it who did not get anything. Who were we to question it...we had our goodies. Anyway, if you observe this tradition, then Happy Feast of St. Nicholas.