Good morning to you all! I came down to let Fortune out and was going to just go back to sleep in the chair, but the bottom of my right foot started itching and drove me nuts so I scooted Fortune off my lap and got up for a few minutes with the intention of putting some lotion on it. It now, of course, seems to have stopped itching, probably until I get back in the chair again.
I am taking Jack's car to the glass shop today to get the windshield replaced. They aren't open on Saturdays so it is me or Jack after work so I told him I would take it then go take his car and get it washed and vacuumed out. That should be a job as it hasn't been cleaned in months and I am sure there is guck in it. Ahh well, a promise is a promise.
I need to contact Kelly and find out when her company is going home and I can use the pool again. It is very hot and steamy here again and I really could use the workout. Unless I go out around 6, which Jack really doesn't like me to do, it gets too hot to walk now. I can always go to the mall and walk.
Jean: Sounds like they had a lovely service for your uncle. We haven't been to Jack's parents' graves for years. He went probably 13 years ago now when he worked for a company in Chicago and they sent him to El Paso and he drove over to Las Cruces. My mom's grave is about an hour from South Bend and way out in the country in this little church cemetary and dad is in town in Mishawaka. I guess I just don't go because I have an odd way of looking at it. I always felt the soul is no longer in that body so basically a grave is a recepticle for what's left and it isn't your loved one. Jack is often horrified when I tell him to row me out into the Mississipi and dump me, but that's the way I feel. When my soul is gone, the body doesn't matter any longer and I think it is awful that family members have to spend thousands to get rid of the body. I acede to Jack's wishes about stuff only because it upsets him to do otherwise. I think going to the grave for me causes me grief at what I have lost so I don't visit them. It may be twisted, but it is how I feel.
Susan: Sounds like you got some yummy stuff! I love to yarn shop, but I know I need a project to get yarn not just willy nilly buy stuff.
Perfect pieces, uh huh! You don't see the finished projects close up! I discovered one small booboo on the throw, but I was not about to rip the thing halfway back when it was finished. I somehow got one row a stitch off, so the open weave is over one stitch in one row and that's it. I still don't know how I did that and the rest of the row come out ok because it should have thrown the rest of the row off one stitch too! Who knows? I kind of feel that though you strive for perfection, we aren't perfect so there you go.
Hello to Maggie, Gloria and Gail!
Have a good Tuesday all.
Faye
I don't think I have ever eaten walleye. I have had perch, which is what my dad used to catch when he would fish. I am not a big fish eater though. You and Beth be safe traveling today.
from Iowa!
during the day. They did catch their limit of fish so everyone was happy about that.
I don't know why but it is comforting to me to visit the cemetery where my parents are. It is an old, old cemetery but there are a lot of urns with geraniums in them and it is a beautiful sight to see. The green house plants them every spring and the cemetery keeps them watered and pruned all summer. I appreciate the fact that I don't have to worry about placing flowers on the their grave. My stepmom does a Christmas wreath and a little flag for my dad's birthday. 