Things I have noticed this week:
The tape for a holter monitor that keeps the cords on your body itches like a monster.
It's also not such a great idea to put the little monitor deelie-bob in your back pocket. It has a tendency to fall out when one uses the "facilities". Not that mine dropped into the toilet or anything. But if it had, I wonder what I should have written down in the symptom portion of the diary I had to keep?
I love the miracle of spring.
The hope is beginning to blossom.
I noticed someone forgot something in the restroom at target this week.
As in: they left their oxygen tubing hanging out of the trash can.
That's just not right. At all. I'm assuming they had extra. I didn't notice anyone in the aisles gasping for air like a fish out of water. I was watching for it though.
I'm slowly but surely forgetting things more
And more. Pretty sure it's due to having small strokes or somethig like that. Or menopause. Probably menopause. But honestly. My friend, Shari and I are hoping that we won't forget who the other is after knowing each other for 20+ years.
A miracle has occurred in my car.
Wednesday morning while driving Brenna to school , we listened to something other than Justin Bieber. For real!!! We listened to One Dierction.
Every generation needs a good boy band, don't you think? There is nothing like singing at the top of your lungs at 7:45 a.m. To "What Makes You Beautiful".
One line in particular caught my attention:
"the way you flip your hair has me completely overwhelmed."
I thought I would die laughing-or give myself more heart palpitations. All I can say is, thank heaven I don't have to go back to teenage angst ever again. Losing my memory is bad enough but I'd take that over junior high and high school in a heart beat. Wait. In a skipped heart beat.
Don't buy these. Ever.
Because when you do, you just might eat 1/4 of the box before you put them out for your guests.
Then you think how fun they would look photographed for the blog, so you eat the ones you photograph. It just goes downhill from there.
It seems we have a couple of different gardeners in our neighborhood.
One that is your regular, run of the mill, lawn-mowing kind.
The other is not so much run of the mill. In fact, He comes prepared for everything.
Like maybe a nap.
Being a gardener is one of the hardest jobs, so why not be ready?
It's been a good week.