Life isn’t’ dull here.
The sky is golden as the sun sets. In the mornings, once the fog blows away the sky is blue all day with a strength that leaves you grinning. The trees are a truly lively green now that
all the old dead leaves have blown away in that last storm. Everyone has perked up now that
the sun stays up in the sky later in the evenings. Even after a delicious but bloating Thai dinner, I
know TMI, I’m still awfully happy with this spring of 2014.
The big boss at work wants me to follow her Facebook rules:
Shoot single things and put the price on each item. That’s so hard for me to do. I shan’t argue. It makes sense. But I rush in to the store, grab my camera, pray I don’t drop it, and start shooting.
I usually have fifteen minutes to take enough pictures to cover three or
four days on Facebook. Artistic style
and merit go out the windows. When I get
home, I fix things on Photoshop as much as possible in a three hour time span,
then suddenly it’s dinner time. Poof. I
pop a picture up, hope the boss likes it, and I’m done and headed for
food. The last two days, I’ve made every
effort to get prices too. It's a change, and I dither at changes.
Another change. Our little mall has become popular. The customers and employees crowd in…which is
good, but now there are few parking places away from our assigned areas or near work. My truck is bigger than my allotted space, but I’ve finally found a compromise. There are a couple of pathways up to
sidewalks. By cheating and parking a bit
of the truck in a walkway next to a parking space, I can get it in. I hang my handicapped
placard up, and hope they just think I’m dumb or injured and don’t tow me.
I tried the next AARP magazine test for Alzheimer’s this
afternoon. Can you smell peanut butter
through the left side of your nose? I
could on the right, but I couldn’t smell a thing on the left. George could smell the peanut butter through
both sides of his nose. Then again,
except for the really wiggly lines in the drawings, I did well on the SAGE
test. I must admit that doing poorly on
those tests scares me, but I will put it all away until we get back from our
trip.
I learn things from crosswords. You are a "deltiologist" -- one who collects or studies postcards.
ReplyDeleteYour mall has been discovered. Mixed blessing? You sound cheerier, yea!
ReplyDeleteYou sound busy and happy. I finished entering the last bit of information on my family tree on ancestry.com, and now I will stop for a while. I got back to 1500 but grew depressed thinking about all those dead people. I don't like going back into the past. Too painful. I pray they are in a better place.
ReplyDeleteThere will be one more Comic Con badge sale. May the Force be with us!
ReplyDeleteI am in awe of all you do and do it well. Deadlines and or a requirement for speed overwhelms and sort of shuts me down post-stroke. Wishing you all good with the new FB requirements.
ReplyDeleteHubby tries to avoid the handicap parking except in unusual circumstances. Then we too hang the placard. Hubby calls it "Playing the stroky card."
I really don't see the point of Alzheimer tests.
ReplyDeleteNot until there is anything approaching a cure.