There’s a definite breeze blowing and the temperature is down to 70 outside. I have on shorts and a short sleeved shirt and I’m on the borderline of chilly. It’s still 77 where I’m sitting but the fan is on. Hold on a minute. I think I’ll go turn it off.
I’m back now. Did you miss me? It may get too warm without the fan but it’s easily turned on again.
There are some things I got in the mail I’ve failed to mention. One is a letter from Taco Bell with some coupons for FREE FOOD. I scanned it but couldn’t convert it to text because the OCR program that came with my all-in-one won’t work with Windows 7. However, I found a nifty little program that does just as well for the low low price of free. Here’s what the letter said,
Thank you for taking the time to contact us regarding your experience at Taco Bell. Comments from our customers are very important to us, and we appreciate yours.
At Taco Bell, we strive to ensure that all of our restaurants meet every customer’s expectations. So when a valued customer like you, takes the time to contact us, we take it seriously. For this reason, l have forwarded your comments to the appropriate team members in order to help us toward continuous improvement.
Once again, thank you for your comments. Please accept our apologies for any inconvenience you may have experienced. We hope you will accept the enclosed coupon as a token ofour appreciation for your comments. We look forward to welcoming you back to the great taste of Taco Bell.
Guest Service Representative
It pays to let your voice be heard except I let my fingers do the talking.
Friday, I got an envelope from my sister. It had two letters I’d written in my extreme youth, one much earlier than the other. This one isn’t dated but I’m guessing I hadn’t been writing cursive long so I was probably in the third grade.
I have no idea what kind of goggles my sister was supposed to send me “soon”. Maybe they were like the ones I drew my brother-in-law wearing. I’m glad to learn I was having fun but it makes me wonder if I hadn’t before.
The next one is the second page of a letter I wrote on my ninth birthday. I’d been the recipient of some knee-hi’s and I was thanking my sister and BIL for them. Seems it had been raining because I’d gotten one of them muddy first thing. I went through knee socks, much to my mother’s dismay. She didn’t have much income and I’m sure the pair I got for my birthday was very welcome.
The rest of the front page chronicled my birthday celebration thanks to my other (now) NC sister and her husband. There was a cake, fruit salad, Brown Cows, Creamsicles, “some kind of burger” and some punch. Sounds like “a good time was had by all.” One of my friends was sick so we took him food.
My writing had improved whether my artwork had or not. In case you’re wondering, I’m no longer a philatelist.
I was a rather prolific letter writer in my day but now I prefer email. The messages go back and forth more quickly, don’t require a stamp and they take up little to no room in my computer. gmail gives me 15 GB of storage (currently) and I’m using a mere fraction of that. I have years and years of emails that I haven’t deleted. I never delete a personal email and rarely delete anything else that gmail lets through. I have my inbox divided into “Important” and “Everything Else”. Thunderbird is on my desktop and it’s well-organized with folders and message filters. But enough about email.
This morning, I was up before my timer went off. The Women’s Ministry Prayer Breakfast started at 8 TT and I didn’t want to be late. On the way, I stopped by the cemetery and wished I had my camera. I couldn’t be sure my phone had held a charge long enough for me to take a picture but whaddya know! it had.
It was a bit overcast and there was fog shrouding the top of the mountain. The grass was still wet from last night’s rain so I didn’t venture out of the car.
The ladies were lined up for breakfast when I went into the building. I’d taken some honeydew melon as my contribution. There was lots of food and, this time, there were more vegan options. One of the ladies told me the macaroni and “cheese” was vegan so I helped myself to it. I asked what the cheese was and she started enumerating the ingredients: cashews, nutritional yeast flakes, fire roasted peppers, garlic, honey—HUH? However, I do know a lot of people who use honey and still claim to be vegan. As a matter of fact, I have been taking a spoonful of honey the last few nights before I go to bed and have found that it does help with my cough. It remains to be seen if it enables me to burn fat while I sleep.
At any rate, the mac and cheese (though a bit strange for breakfast) was good and I’ve asked for the recipe. I’m sure a different sweetener could be used if it’s needed at all.
We had a good time socializing. There was a larger crowd than usual. I didn’t stay to do the crafty things since I had Stuff I needed to do at home after I went to the Dollar Tree for tissue and Walmart for lemons.
The Catz met me and let me know they were hungry. I texted my cousin. No, they wouldn’t be here to do the feeding so would I please do it. At least I don’t have to buy the food.
I was pleased to see the babies’ cages had been cleaned and I didn’t cough up a lung. The Catz got their portion as has Twinkle, several times.
Back in the house, I did laundry, exercised, cooked an artichoke and made Hollandaise.
The HTML expert emailed that the mobile lessons have the links inserted so I guess it’s my turn with them. I still have a couple of the others to do first.
Twinkle is nudging my feet. I’ve started wearing my “oldest” MBTs around the house and I’m hoping they will keep my leg cramps at bay. I’m impressed with how comfortable they are.
Well, the Nieces from Far Far Away have visited my sisters and gone on to see other relatives. Tomorrow, they will be on their way back to their respective abodes—I think. It was good to see them. “If we never meet again this side of heaven…”