November 7, 2020

DUCKS AND SUCH

The ducks seem to be back.  Actually they did not leave.  Just seemed to be overshadowed buy Canada Geese,  who think they own SCV LAKE.  Not seeing as many geese as usual.  I counted 14 ducks in a group each day.  The leader goes way out front and seems to be the director. Imagination again.  Sometime I worry about me and my thoughts.  I call it creating.  Ha!!  That is a joke.  The "pine thicket" as Truman's Mother would have called it, in front of my Balcony is not only Pines, but a beautiful mixture of trees and plants.  Some of the trees are changing their color.  Of course the tall, tall, pines stay green.  I bet the colors up North are pretty.  One of our camping trips with Irene and Cecil was in the early fall and we got to see such beauty.  Have some pictures-must drag them out some day.  I wonder what will happen to all those beautiful memories in all  those pictures?  Where will they end up? No one wants to look at them.   They are still precious to me.


Betty Boop  




















































t 

November 6, 2020

57 still feels cool

8 is not too early, but the sun and just me were out.  No ducks, geese, or walkers.  I either missed the early and am too soon for the late.  Sort of in between. I feel that way sometime.  Could be a safe place to be. Friday already.  Seems time is  marching on and yet not much seems to  happen.  Maybe things are working out and I will have to wait.  Patience, and Fortitude .  That sounds down right smart.  Can you master that plan?  Let us try.

BETTY BOOP 

November 5, 2020

14 ducks

Count them-14 ducks swam to the middle of the Lake.  As if in a water aerobics class.  Then all broke up (social distancing) and stood, as still as could be.  Strange to see.  As I left them, they were still there.  Have you ever had  a morning when you wake and things, little things, go wrong, like you gripper up your robe, get to the bottom and have one left over?  You have to undo all the way up and start over.?  How annoying. I think if that is all that goes wrong I am lucky.  Not wanting anymore mishaps, I just did not want to cook a big breakfast.  That takes a clear brain and thought.  HELLO MR, JIMMY DEAN !!!  He does cook a good breakfast.  Egg, cheese, sausage, on an whole wheat English muffin.  So I cut up an orange, no problem there, made coffee, poured juice and microwaved the muffin.  Felt guilty for enjoying it so much.  I usually save this breakfast for when I need to hurry.  No hurry, just a little lazy.


BETTY BOOP 

November 4, 2020

BEAUTIFUL DAY

 How do you like purple?  It is the same color as my juice this morning.  I drink a sugar free drink to swallow my pills each morning.  Jan brought grape and it is the first time I have had this flavor.  It brought back childhood memories of Nehi (sp) grape soda.  Remember the bottle?  I do.  I loved the flavor and this taste just like I remembered.    To fish one out of the ice at a gas station while traveling was pretty special.  It seems I live in the past rather than the present.  It does seem safer.  Well the Election is over-or is it?  I have not turned the TV on to see the results.  Somehow I am afraid I wont like some of the results.  God help us all.  SO BE IT.

BETTY BOOP

November 3, 2020

39 degrees on boy!!!!

 The sun is shinning, but it is cold.  Too much for this old girl.  I will go out later, thank you.  Zoom was not as good as we wanted.  Had a few difficulties getting everyone on.  We will try it again next week.  Did get to see Joe  as he worked to get us all on.       I covered my beautiful one surviving Begonia plant last night.  Weather man said slight chance of frost. I can not see any this morning on the meadow behind the Lake.  But it needed a little cover anyway.  The pot it is in is too large and heavy to move, so it might not survive long. I will move the pot  where JJ and Phil  reside so happy together.  I will take it to the Bubble. 

Egg-over-light was dropped as I turned it over, in the pan of course-causing it to change from over- light to slightly broken. Oh well, it still was good with  turkey bacon and a SCV  biscuit!!   Always look for something good in everything.  Like coffee.  

BETTY BOOP 

November 2, 2020

42 does not sound too cold.  Yet even with the sun out and a slight wind, it was cold.  I seem to need to just get out a few minutes anyway.  Nobody out yet but me, slight ripple on the Lake.  So peaceful and calming.  I started making tissue flowers to attach to a very pretty Christmas card for friends out here.  I have been making small "happies" since I first came.  I have made some cute, pretty ones in the past.

  And many more than I am making this time.  So many of dear friends have passed and too I am not up to much anyway.  They will have to do this year.  I am happy with them.  We plan to ZOOM again.  L J& A.  & Me.  Maybe today or tomorrow.  Be fun to visit all together.  Bitsy is confused by the time change.  I can tell when she wants to be fed and put to bed on the old time.  She will adjust--like me.  I am getting more sleep with the change.  Good thing.  Well, I made a mess in the kitchen--cooked a rather large breakfast, now I have to clean it up.  I will be worth it.  I need something more  to do anyway.

Betty Boop

November 1, 2020

WHAT TIME IS IT, REALLY?

 What time is it?  I am totally confused.  I mean it.  I have never been in the dark bout the daylight saving time before, but, alas time has caught up with me.  "Old Girl"  is finally broken.  First a new lock down here and now "change your time."  Oh well, just go with the flow and hope for the best.  I am having too many dreams.  Last night I dreamed I told Jan that I  would never see my grandchildren again.  It was a sad dream and I hope it will not be true.  But the way things keep going, it could be coming true.  Then as I shivered  on the Balcony just now, words of an old hymn came to me.  "This is my Father's world, oh, let me ner  forget-that oh the strong seems oh so wrong, God is the ruler yet."  Something like that, I do not want to look it up,  I do have a Methodist Hymnal, and go to it from time to time.  Those words have such meanings. Here I go preaching again.  What is wrong with that, do I need permission ?

Betty Boop