Morning Mates, from a lovely, sunny Caribou River.
What a change from yesterday when it never stopped raining!
I am headed off early this morning for my Aquafitness class - it is so much fun exercising to Oldies (with"Oldies" I might add, I'm the youngest person there, and they've got me beat!)
Yesterdays' new class, called NIA was certainly an eye-opener! It combined dance steps, choreography, Tai Chi, all to "New Age-y" music, and was an incredible workout for mind, body and soul! I felt great afterwards, once my knees started to function again!
If I get nothing else out of being unemployed, at least I will be FIT!
Good Morning CruiseMates,
Well it is still dark out, but it looks like today should be nice until about noon. After that, rain is in the forecast. I had a very odd day yesterday and by the time d/h got home at 7, I was really not in the mood to deal with cooking dinner, so we all went out to the Beef House. As the name implies, it is indeed the house of beef, but I went against the grain and ordered grouper instead.
Yesterday I had only about an hour to run over to shop at Walmart. I had a long list of things I needed. I had about 5 minutes left as I headed toward the checkout, when I spied a couple of racks of kids clothes on clearance. Well I quickly accumulated an armload of things for the kids and went to put them in the cart. when I realized my cart was gone. In the front basket I had a couple of bags of grapes and other items under 3 loaves of bread. I asked the nearby store manager if they happened to know where my cart went to and he asked me if I saw it over in Customer Service, and I said no. He said if any employee thought it had been abandoned then it would have been brought there to be restocked. So basically it wasn't until I got home, I think I figured out what happened. I don't usually carry a purse. I have a black wallet type thing that hangs around my neck or on my shoulder. I usually clip my keys onto that or a belt loop. But yesterday I had it hanging on my shoulder, so unless you were really looking hard, it didn't look like I was carrying a purse. I think someone saw my cart with the mound of stuff beneath those 3 loaves of bread and assumed that my purse was underneath it. While I was focused on the clearance rack they strolled off with my cart to swipe the purse that wasn't there. I was out of time, and had to leave empty handed and at some point will have to go back again to get the items that magically disappeared. What a waste of time, but at least they didn't get my purse.
Then on the trip home, my sister called me, telling me that my older brother's (my father's son from his first marriage) wife who I have never met(one of at least 5, that we know of, he is a scoundrel where women are concerned, and left the last one after 15 years with a mountain of debt for this other woman ) had called and said he had a heart attack and was in a hospital in Indianapolis. Basically no one in the family has much contact with him unless there is trouble or he needs money. My sister who has a heart of gold, immediately drops everything to go be with him. OK he is about 55, weighs well over 350 pounds, diabetic, consistently eats a diet of chips, coke and candy...had been warned for years by the doctors for years to change his diet and he is now shocked to find he needs a quadruple bypass? What a sad life eh?
My Sister called me to let me know what was going on. My first concern was for my 84 year old Dad and how he would handle the stress of this situation. My Mom is a musician as most of you know, so this week she is playing on a Riverboat, Dad is with her. So I called him and told him that we'd help him with whatever he wanted to do and kind explained what to expect with the bypass and recovery etc... (I used to work in a surgical ICU where many of the open heart patients were taken to recover from surgery) to make a long story short, I hope Dad will wait a couple of days after the surgery to go up and try to visit his son, because I think it would be pretty hard on him to see his son like that and his son won't remember anything after the surgery for at least 48 hours after the surgery. But my opinion aside if Dad wanted to go to up for the day of surgery, we'd make sure he made it up there and wasn't there without one of us to support him.
On a bright note. Things are never boring around here
Hope you guys have a great day and thanks for letting me get all of this vented and out in the open, it doesn't change a thing, but makes me feel better.
Good morning all from central Connecticut, where it is rather brisk but clear morning. Fall has definately arrived, and will be making it's presence felt over the next few days.
RD, with all this exercise you will be as fit as can be...good job !
BW, a strange tale indeed...thank goodness you didn't have a purse under all that stuff....also, I hope all turns out well for your brother....sometimes people need a good scare to change....
Well, we are counting down the hours and finishing up the many little tasks that precede our leaving for our Panama Canal cruise aboard Infinity. 72 hours from now we should be in the air on our way to Fort Lauderdale. We sail this Sunday....
Good morning from Southern California. Such a bright sunny day invites having lunch outdoors. Yes, I'm thinking about food. I haven't had breakfast yet, and I'm hungry! A cup of coffee would be nice, too.
Here I am again, late as usual at three in the afternoon. Not much on the agenda today either. I helped Fran with some household chores this monring and I just got home from having the tires rotated. Next, I'm going back out to a meeting in a couple of hours. That's about it.
Am happy to learn R/D that you'uns are getting so involved in your community activities. Combine a new house with new friends in a beautiful environment and one finds contentment indeed.
You had a full plate yesterday, B/W. We all need to vent and you're no exception. It's good for the soul (even if we do have to clean up our language when we do vent in a forum such as this....which is also probably good for the soul as well ).
Sid, I became somewhat wistful when I recently saw a magazine insert about Fall in the Mid-Hudson Valley (we lived smack in the middle in Hyde Park). It is indeed the perfect place to see gorgeous Fall colors before one travels southward to our neck of the woods and sees just as beautiful colors (at a far less expensive rate). Trouble is, Ichabod Crane and company will always be up there. . Oh well, it's a reason to go up for a visit. I always did love the Fall up there.
Phil and Liz, all I can say about a high in around ninety and a 78 % humidity is that I'm glad it ain't happenin' to me! But don't fret, I'm sure Fall will not be that long in coming.
Prayers continue for Judy; Delft, her mum and sister, Jen and everyone else who is confronted with illness or any other travail. Blessins on all `o