1. The downside of country life in Floyd? My friend, Doug, thinks it’s having no Chinese take-out. He also said this at lunch recently: “You have to work twice as hard for half as much money, but it costs 1/3 less to live here.” You do the math. I’m hoping it all balances out.
2. After my friend Katherine told me about a tea she tried because it was “good for you,” I said to her, “I don’t do anything anymore because it’s good for me. It has to taste great and be good for me. It’s just like clothes, they have to be comfortable and look good.”
3. I have dyscalculia. I can’t decide if my standards have gotten higher or lower.
4. Well the weather’s getting weirder, and The Red Sox have won a World’s Series for the first time in over 80 years, and my brothers, Jim (a novice weatherman) and Dan, (lifelong Red Sox fans) aren’t here to enjoy it. Since they died, in 2001, I see everything through their eyes along with my own.
5. Lately (and after having so many personal losses over the last few years), I assume everyone is dead. When I called the Harris Baker Furniture Store recently to ask about a possible warrantee on my kitchen floor, the man who answered the phone didn’t know a thing. He said, “Oh, Vernon would know about that.” “Is he…not there…right now,” I asked cautiously and was pleasantly surprised when he answered,” Vernon will be back on Monday,”
6. Not long after that, the phone rang. It was one of my girlfriends asking me if I wanted to go hear Richie Havens at the Lyric in Blacksburg this weekend. “Richie Havens!” I exclaimed. “Yeah, I’m surprised he’s coming to The Lyric,” she answered. “I’m surprised he’s still alive! He had no teeth when he played at Woodstock,” I remembered.
7. On two occasions recently I’ve served at an interviewee for my husband’s Masters in counseling assignments. The last interview was on sexuality. My interview alias is Ann.
8. Sometimes it feels like I spend all my time following the threads of thoughts that run through my mind and trying to decide which ones to pull, which to weave into the mix, and which to tie off for later.
9. I used to be physic with my mail. I frequently could intuit what letters where in the mailbox. Now it’s happening with the blog. When I dial-up and hit refresh to check my comments, I frequently know how many there are or aren’t. Sometimes I can feel when someone has visited. Like Monday, I was downstairs emptying the dishwasher when I thought of Deana at Friday Night Fish Fry. Later, when I got back to my computer, sure enough, she had left a comment right when I was thinking of her. Of course, now that I’ve put this in print, it probably won’t happen anymore.
10. The pots in the first photo were Christmas gifts from my potter son, Josh, this year. The one on the left is mine, and the one on the right is my husband’s. I named them “The sexy couple: The Next Generation.” The first “Sexy Couple” (earlier gifts that Josh also made) are posted here. Can you see how they got their name?
11. My favorite 13 Thursday last week was this one from Open Book, a chronicle of her effort to quit smoking.
12. The best zinger of last week on Dick Cheney’s infamous hunting accident came not from Jon Stewart or Jay Leno or any of the late night comics but from a fellow Republican, Senator of Nebraska, Chuck Hagel. “If he'd been in the military, he would have learned gun safety,” Hagel was quoted as saying.
13. When the weather gets warmer, my husband thinks about changing the oil in my car and I think about painting my toenails pink. Painting my toenails is my version of the groundhog seeing his shadow, or not. I haven’t painted them yet.
Post Note: Visit Nicole at Just the Girl Next Door to get the bigger 13 Thursday picture. My other 13 Thursdays can be found here.