Last night I started a new read.
In the story,
people eat possum, racoon, and squirrel … among other foods.
This morning, I drove to exercise
class again, in Castle Rock.
It is good to mingle with a group of people again.
It is good to laugh.
It is good to work muscles, and tone the body.
Though possum is
not on my menu: or any menu I plan to
utilize, exercise is beneficial no matter what foods I indulge in 😉
Leaving Castle
Rock, I decided to drive home over Hazel Dell Road, instead of my normal route
over Delameter: I hadn’t driven Hazel Dell for a few months.
Halfway through
Hazel Dell to Lexington, I decided to drive into downtown Longview and stop at the Longview Senior Center before driving home; to see what they
have slated – Bob and I had thought to check it out before our life together
was severed.
This afternoon, I did it for me.
I saw when I
pulled into a parking space on Commerce before the Senior Center Building, that a restaurant had replaced the casino-escort services that
had been there – THANK YOU, LORD!
I practically
skipped and whistled my way to the Center door – the casino/escort ‘businesses had
been a large part of my procrastination; as well as missing Bob being with me.
As soon as I entered, I liked the atmosphere.
And I knew Bob
would have liked it, too, if he were still here.
I know he is
watching my forward progress, and smiling with approval at all I have overcome
to push forward.
I need to round
my days/calendar out more; a little more variety is welcome 😊
Looking at the Itinerary
sheet, I saw that the Longview Center had things scheduled that the Castle Rock
Center does not – that is a good thing!
I will not be
renewing the Kelso Senior Center Card … there is nothing on their docket that
interests me; and they are not extending the remainder of the card that was
not used during the covid shutdown: that is not okay with me. There
should be an extension for $$ paid and services not rendered.
But I did notice,
in reading their newsletters before they shut and barred their doors, that the
Center is a demonrat club house – engaged in, and pandering to demonrat and
liberal ideologies: also, not okay with me. I would not have renewed
membership anyway.
I did enjoy
Keenager’s Fellowship on Wednesdays … but the church had shut their doors, too.
And there has been no mention of Keenager’s gatherings again, so I’m thinking
that venue is no longer an option either. Too bad; it was enjoyable.
I was scooting into the driver’s
seat and buckling up, when the phone rang: I was being invited to Supper out
Coal Creek at 3 P.M.; I had just enough time to get home … put my weights away,
tidy the bed I’d left in a tangle this morning, and slip the spaghetti supper’s
I’d made last night, into the freezer: before driving out Coal Creek.
After we had
supped and were sitting around schmoozing, I mentioned that I was trying to
trap a racoon that has been making a pest of itself on my lot. That topic
brought up the topic of some southern people eating possum and racoon – and some
midwestern people eating squirrel.
I can’t even imagine! EEW
So, when I
logged into FB, and saw that someone had posted a reference to creamed possum
as a joke … the timing of the post tickled my funny bone 😊
And all I could think was if creamed possum was on the menu …
… there would be no problem with me
slimming down 😉
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