First one in Orange was a wedding gift. I think it's still here somewhere on the back porch on the floor. Well used and stained interior. I have new ones- also orange--- some arrived from people who owned then and didn't want them... orphans.....some purchased. Even frying pans. Good Stuff.
I slept with difficulty last night....not able to tune myself out and fall asleep and then this morning....so many things piled up in my head....like a memory traffic jam. Perhaps because I watched two Hallmark Movies. Junebug was one of them......I haven't in a very long time (watched a Hallmark Movie)....also the book I am reading is making me terribly sad having missed out on that sort of amazing relationship........ I have followed thru with not watching any news- I get the highlights from the Morning News Paper.... and haven't gotten there as yet. Writing this post before breakfast. I watched Olympic Track......wow. How do they run with all that jewelry on????? And the fake nails....someone else ties their shoes I guess.
Field Hockey----whoa, what a goofy sport that is. All the padding and the tiny sticks.......
Steeple Chase Race... Track--- wow. Running and then jumping......who thought that was a good idea??? And someone fell and was injured at the end.... Also Track- and the makeup and fingernails on the women and the jewelry on both men and women......really???? Why.
There is work being done across the street. New Owner Work. No matter how my neighbor wanted to leave the house in "perfect" condition....you just can't......control what happens. Next.
Biscuits is what we baked the other day....I could not think of the word...total empty brain.
I made one last sandwich with the ham and cheese I got at the supermarket deli. Today..I have to figure out something else as I am a day short of the grocery visit. I still have cereal and milk so that's great and a few yogurts......sigh. Oh....I still have frozen sandwiches in the freezer--- Patty Melts I think....could be good.???? I'll report back tomorrow.
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