Yesterday’s entry didn’t make a lot of sense. The words rambled aimlessly, but the picture was good. Mea Culpa. My mind is the perfect example of post stroke confusion. “I said that?” I asked this morning looking at the entry.
Like the Blue Quilt top, that post was filled with lots of interesting tid-bits none of which linked to the next tid or bit. Still, I’d rather be Miss Confusion than bland like the back of the quilt.
I swam yesterday like a good me then stretched it all out in the hot tub. Then much of the morning, I hung out waiting for the dentist to return my call. My good intentions were to walk by the beach or bay…I really need to walk more. Instead, I finally got an appointment at the dentist’s, and got there early to read People Magazine. Twice a year I catch up on the fashion and movie news. Nope, darn it, they could see me right away. I left with the news that food is getting trapped under a broken crown. I need a new crown. Frankly, I’d rather know what the stars were wearing at the SAG awards.
Today is an exciting day. The new garage door will be installed, probably while I am at work, and the vehicles can be inside once again. Once the door is in, The Great Geezer will install the video camera. He’s tested it out and says it works perfectly. I want it set on the longest setting. Why? Because I want to see if whoever bashes the door in gets out of their vehicle and walks back to see the damage. That makes sense to me.