I was wondering if others have the same syndrome I have, I'm not sure what to call it. It's when you have things to do, some more important than others, but just can't get rolling.
Then I jump up and run about frantically trying to get it done or get there on time or what ever the situation is. I can't use the excuse of not having enough time, that's generally not a problem.
Maybe I'll call it NUTS - Not Usually Timely Started.
Long Live the Queen of NUTS
The temperatures are dipping down and with each new frost more plants succumb to the weather.
This is one long survivor from the roses. She made it into November, but I'm not sure how long she'll continue to hang on.
I'll miss my floral friends.
Long Live the Queen of the Roses
We hardly get any tricksters at Halloween, but this year I was ready for them. My neighbor had just given me a mannequin on a stand and the timing was perfect. I dressed her up in a quasi-witch costume and set her in front of the garage.
This way when the motion lights kick on she'd suddenly appear. I also like to dress up during the holidays, including shopping. Let's just say that before Halloween and on that day it's fun and people smile.
When you're retired and kind of lose track of what day it is and just put on your glittery witch hat without thinking....well, let's just say people still smile but with a bit of nervousness.
Long Live the Queen of One Day Late
Yesterday I admitted to my misunderstanding at the theater and today it was Left Brain's turn. Oh what fun two old half deaf people can have!
He was telling me about his day and said "hold out your hand". This always makes me nervous but I did as asked and took hold of his nuts. Well, not HIS nuts per say, but a handful of hickory nuts. It appears that the mice had built a nest and stockpiled these for the winter in the garage....under the seat of his motorcycle.
Later on that afternoon he said he had taken the last motorcycle ride of the year and I asked "with the mice?". He replied that yes, it was nice but a little bit cold. Maybe it's just old age - his medicare coverage does start this month. I just let it pass.
Long Live the Queen of Hearing Aids
I learned an important lesson recently, there is a major difference between hearing and listening.
This sign is up on my kitchen wall and I'm thinking it needs a gender correction.
We attended the performance of Le Cage aux Folles at the State Theater in Minneapolis starring George Hamilton with the garden club group. I'm not sure why we claim to be a garden club we actually spend more time attending theater and fine dining than digging in the dirt. Oh well...it works for me.
Anyway, I digress...at the performance they had a lovely blonde transvestite heckling the crowd as they came in. S(h)e was asking all kinds of outrageous questions and being quite crude. In other words....it was great fun. I was so glad I remembered to wear my hearing aids tonight, I don't want to miss anything.
I should have picked up on the gay theme (duh!) based on the subject matter of the performance but didn't. So when s(h)e asked if there were any Jewish lesbians I stood up and shouted "right here!".
Left Brain was appalled. "What are you doing?" he hissed as he not so gently took my elbow and placed me back into my seat. "Well", I explained,"I know I'll be on stage someday, so it's not a total lie"
His face showed total bewilderment, but then again it's kind of a normal look during our conversations. Then he asked me when I became a lesbian...quite a shock to him 28 years into the marriage.
Lesbian? OMG. Now I get it. I thought s(h)e was asking for Jewish thesbians. My bad.
I thought that was just a minor blip until the Marvelous Miss M announced we were going across the street to a topless bar for supper. WHAT! She may do that kind of thing on the beach at St Martin...but I'm NOT that kind of girl!
It was a tapas bar. I think I really need to get these things checked out and make sure they're working.
Long Live the Queen (aka Miss Communication)
