I have been saying “No” lots lately. No I cannot spend a day at the museum dusting and cleaning…who was the idiot that thought the place needed to be cleaned for the winter when it wasn’t kept clean all summer?
“NO” I cannot go to an organizational meeting for a fundraiser…my husband went when the conversation turned to the number of homemade bars they would need for the third time…he left. I would have left at the mention of Spaghetti…but that is just me. I will donate something nice and help set up the silent auction with Far Guy.
I had a full plate with yard work and freaking leaves. That so and so flu shot was no help to my mood whatsoever. My arm turned hard as a rock and was it ever sore…my husband the military man said keep moving so it doesn’t stiffen up. Yeah right. How do we even know if it is really a Flu shot anyways…maybe it is just water and everyone is getting ripped off. I wanted to say “no” to that damn shot but I am elderly now and can be easily swayed by visions of death that isn’t peaceful.
A long time friend died last week, when her cancer was diagnosed it was so far gone that the end came suddenly for her…she was so lonely after her husband died last March that I can only feel happiness for her. I am certain it is not the same feelings shared by her three sons…to lose both of their parents the same year must be heart wrenching for them. Her death was described as peaceful. She and her husband had been married 47 years…they were kicked out of high school for running off and getting married. Forever the rebels together again.
These are good looking Mums. They are in great shape compared to the ones that sit just inside the door at Wally World and the grocery store. Why in the world do they order plants and not water them..blue light special…dying Mums near the door.