Forty-four Years and Counting

Today  marks the 44th anniversary of my high school graduation.

Somebody please tell me this is a joke. How could I have graduated before I was born?

I only look fortyish. As long as I am in soft light several feet away on a cloudy day. But hey, I take what I can get.

I remember the graduation ceremony like yesterday. I sang the class song. We were all nervous. We were the first class to graduate in the new stadium and it was a beautiful evening for it. I think this was the only time my daddy heard me sing in person. He was always at work when I did chorus and he never came to church, so...this was it.

And what's up with convertible cars? Everyone of 'em is driven by a balding geezer, with a bleached blonde of questionable age (and no, it's not me) beside him.

The only time I recall riding in a convertible was when I was around seven or eight. My cousin's daddy had just purchased it. He also purchased himself a divorce shortly after that, not that I'm saying the two are related.

And I am a geezer, and my hair is not quite as blonde at the roots as it is elsewhere, so don't get all up in my grill about what I said.

I've been watching the bird feeders this morning: 3 Goldfinches, 1 Indigo Bunting and two humming birds.

Since we now have a porch that is screened (yay) the cats are lolly gagging out there. They watch the birds, but seem to know they can't get to them, so why bother.

Now, bugs are a different matter. Mimi gets all twitterpated when she sees a bug.

Well, let's get back to porch settin' and bird watchin'. 

Okay, let's really get back to working on that novel.

Now, mush!

Are You Still Here?

I feel like it's been forever since I last blogged.

It seems as though I may be back to the land of the living...I can sometimes take a deep breath without wheezing and coughing and grasping my side as if I were dying like some dramatic, overpaid soap opera actress.

I've missed some of the spring blossoms and beauty, only aware of them peripherally as I've made myself do a few things that needed doing. 

But today, I actually have a little energy, and have marked off three things on my to do list. Yay, me.

I got excited when I saw gold finches outside the kitchen window, so black and yellow and close to the blue bird.

We got the backhoe in and cleaned up the kitchen (Daughter has been sick, too). She did laundry last night and Husband has vacuumed.

We may survive this whole thing, yet.

I've missed you and hope that I will begin a regular strange blog once again.