Today was the day that I decided to go through old photographs and look through the two boxes of photo's that haven't found a home. It took several hours, but I have a more orderly collection of memories. Some of the photo's
were a study in family dynamics. Who stood a little out of personal contact with anyone, who stood closer. I got a chuckle out of seeing my Mother, who was not a very endearing woman, always photograph with her hand on her hip and slightly aloof from the person
next to her. So typical of her demeanor. Then there were really genuinely happy shots, where you couldn't mistake the joy. And dogs. From the late , great Wally to a picture of Cricket as a puppy with her sibs. I found pictures of our cottage being built and
pictures of many meals being eaten there. These are the ones that didn't make it into my eating book. The saddest pictures are the ones that I could count the people in them who were no longer with us. This was
the kind of project that you usually save for a rainy or snowy day, but it was a beautiful , blue sky, sunny day . It made the pictures have life in them. I am glad that I choose today to do this.
I know better. When changing your dogs food, you are supposed to do it slowly, so they can adjust to the change. Even knowing that, I just gave Dixie a whole portion of her new food. No preliminary introduction. Just
dumped in the whole amount. What was I thinking. The shelves have been empty of her favorite food, so I bought some refrigerator food. The ingredients look wholesome and she ate it with relish. And then
we both suffered. Poor baby. I walked her at 1 AM, then off and on the rest of the next day. I did get to see into a neighbors house because her blinds were up and her TV room was ablaze with lights and the largest TV set
that I have ever seen in a private home. That was interesting. Then for the rest of that night, Dixie's stomach made noises that were alive .The poor baby was limp for the rest of the following After a suitable length of time, and her stomach was now quiet,
I gave her scrambled eggs and rice. After a second feeding of eggs and rice, she is back to her low energy self and feeling much better. Tomorrow, she gets a tablespoon of her new food. This time, I will do it the right way. I learned my lesson and hopefully,
she will forget what I did to her.
This is a little scary. The wind is wicked. My sliders are being hit by mysterious objects. I can hear noises as something is hitting them. I understand that there was a tornado in a near by town. This may be some residual
wind and rain. I'm closing the vertical blinds on my sliders. I hope that Dixie doesn't need to go out tonight. Is this Florida or the mid west?
I just spent a very unproductive hour trying to figure out something that the presenter told me was very simple. I am trying to grow my blog , so ,of course, I went to YouTube to see how to do it. I found a site that looked
promising, especially when it said that it was super easy. My eyes glazed over after the first 15 minutes. I really tried. I want to be successful at growing. I am wondering if there is an age limit on
being able to follow the steps. The presenter was talking in English. By themselves, I understood each word. But put together in a sentence, I couldn't follow. There was a time , when one particular grandson, and he knows who he is, said to me, " you just
don't get it, Yoni". Maybe he was right. I have figured out a lot of things by myself. I can handle my daily living. I know a little bit about finances. I can change a tire. I can use an air fryer. What's so hard about following instructions by a young person
who claims that what he is telling me is easy. And to rub salt in my wound, the replies are thanking him for how easy it is to follow his instructions and how successful they have become in their blog.
My message is clear... I don't get it.
This is just bits and pieces of stuff floating around in my head. I saw a sticker on a car, today, and it said" The
journey is the destination". I've always felt that way. The journey ,for me, is the best part . When I did Marathons, the training was the fun part. I loved the challenge of going further on some work outs, or going faster ,on others. Not that I was ever fast,
but I could always go further. The race was anti climatic. Driving across this country, the journey was what it was all about. I do wish that I had been more adventurist, and made more stops along the way. next time ! I
was visiting Bob's grave today on the way to mayyaka State Park, and I saw a tomb stone that caught my eye. The front had the husbands information and a cross. The back had a Jewish star and the wife's information. It included Bingo and Mah Jong. Wish I had
known her. She sounds like she had a great sense of humor. I didn't bring a small,stone with me to put on Bob's grave, but I had a penny in my pocket. After thinking about wether or not it was appropriate to leave a coin, I put the penny on the stone. When
I was walking away, I found a small rock, so I went and took my penny back. I drove to my bank today to deposit some cash that I had. I still keep my Chicago bank, but they have two branches in Sarasota . I also usually bank by internet, so it wasn't a surprise
that I got very lost getting there, even with Waze. I drove through a Mennonite or maybe Amish community. I was swarmed by bicycles and people in muted colors . The women had long dresses and the men all had beards and white shirts. The people on the bikes
and the people walking were waving to each other and calling out hello's. That was cool. I don't know if I could find the street again. Then tonight I got a text from my grandson in PT. He sent me 3 photo's
of a sub ,going down a bay. You could only see it's snorkel, or whatever you call that thing that sticks out of the water. He knew that I always have wanted to see one , when I was crossing the Hood Canal. He was so lucky. Looking back on this essay.. all of this happened today. And I thought that I didn't have anything to write about. Silly me. This is my journey.