The alarm clock was
incessantly buzzing on schedule this morning, and I staggered towards it
mumbling, “Is it 8 AM already?”
I did something last night
that I’d never done before: I left the house at 8 PM … and didn’t get back home
until after midnight. A friend was canning tuna and asked me to come help and
keep him company – so, I did 😉
I showed up at his
place, laughingly saying, “Well aren’t you special; I don’t do this sort of
thing for just anyone.” And I don’t.
But David is a good, and faithful friend; and we’ve known each other since we
were kids. He’s the big brother I never had. I really had fun last night
sitting outside, listening to the coyotes howling and yipping in the surrounding
hills, and visiting in the cool nighttime: I haven’t done that with anyone in a
long time. I’m glad he thought to call me – I’m glad I answered the call 😊
The geese were noisily flying
overhead this morning while I was dressing. It made me smile, because it
heralded the changing of the seasons – visually noticing the changing is
kinda “ify” in Washington State, and it really depends on where you live.
Washington State is called the “Evergreen State” for a reason.
So, I like to thumb my nose
at all the greenery around me, and infuse my immediate space with lots of
color.
I was going to be wearing my
reddish jeggings today, so I paired them with my primrose hued cut-sleeve
blouse. By the time I finished dinking around with makeup, and
slipped my feet into flat-soled shoes – and placed lipstick and lipgloss in my
purse … I walked out of the house in a blaze of pink: even the
tint of the perfume I spritzed on, was pink colored 😉
I’m getting girlie in my “old age”; hahaha
And strangely, I don’t seem to mind.
Who is this new me???
Until this year,
I never wore so much pink! But my
hair is a lot grayer this year, so the color pink (even in overabundance;
LOL) isn’t so overwhelming.
I left the carport later
than anticipated, so I skipped the long-way-route, and stuck to Ocean Beach
Highway. I wanted to arrive at my destination at time; I had armchair
detective deductions to contemplate with my selective Sleuth Sisters 😉
The drive to Graysriver was
pretty uneventful, until I started over the KM mountain and a speed
demon with a burr under his saddle, wanted to tangle with me.
I was still shaking my head
when I arrived at Ramona’s. On schedule ... and everyone was talking about canning tuna, there, too: apparently, this is a "thing" I am only now at 65, finding out about. Hmmm
I really enjoy these
get-together’s and I will miss them sorely over the Winter months, but the KM
gets unstable (serious slide dangers), and Graysriver floods. So, October
will be the last month I can safely travel that way until March of 2023 ☹
I like how we have bonded, and
genuinely care for each other. I appreciate the inclusion, and I am
thankful Elohim has brought us together to share our time on Earth, for as
long as we can 😊
