61 at 7

 Reluctant to come inside.  I was a little early anyway.  To see  my world come awake was nice.  I heard geese come in earlier and sure enough they were feeding and swimming very quietly.  I think they have learned some good manners.  I saw the night guard patrolling, how good.  I saw the pool man spraying his heart out with his BIG sprayer  That pool is ready.  I saw one walker. after all it is early. I was taken back in time when I first moved here.  I just loved to hear the geese come in.  That sound stayed with me.  That was before I could sit outside each morning.  When Truman was still with us  and looking everywhere for me each day.  When they finally lucked up on the idea that he could get around on his own in the wheel chair, he was everywhere.  Some places he should not go-he was looking for DOT.  Yes he knew me till the end.  He did not have the ability for much conversation, but he wanted me with him.  Do you think he must have wondered, just what is going on?  Knowing him, I am sure he had questions.  Forgive me, he is on mind this morning. Blame the Geese!!

BETTY BOOP

Ahhhh 55 degrees

 Breakfast was good. with oatmeal and stewed  apples, juice (for pills) whole orange, cheese garlic biscuit (very small) turkey bacon and coffee.  Kind of full, but satisfied. Saw clouds this morning and a story behind them.  0ne small cloud is the world  Another  large one is heaven.  Saw many clouds, I always read them.  Then there  were many small ones,  with what looked like small footprints coming from it-and walking toward a much larger cloud.  I can make a story, but it is obvious that  the small one is this world and foot prints lead to a better place?  O. K. enough of that.  We have something new to offer.  PING PONG.  Don't get to excited because I bet it will be like bowling on the big WEE TV.  That was very popular.  Any way it will keep us moving around.  They are expecting a crowd.  Two groups of 10. Two times a week!!  They know how to do things around here for sure.

BETTY BOOP

46??

46 sounds nice, but the fog has moved in and with it damp air.  Not to pleasant for Balcony.  My chair pads are damp anyway, so here I sit inside  again.  Switching to regular, everyday cups for coffee, does not upset me.  I can roll with changes with the best of them.  Some get upset over their favorite cup and fret about it-not me,  I have always been one to make the most of what I have and be happy with little surprises.  I pray a lot.  Don't need ritual and protocol.  Just a quiet moment and I am good and done.  That is where I am this morning.   Yesterday I finished taking down the decorations, even in the Hall table I keep going.  Winter scene with snow men and polar bears and white flowers.  Looks O. K.  Better next time.  I am running out of ideas and stuff.  Can't go to my favorite DOLLAR TREE and buy something new.  That is O. K. too.  People forget what I put out last year and we have new residents who have not seen my displays before.  I know I am rambling, but I have a lot on my plate this morning,  Better tomorrow, I always say.   BETTY BOOP

WOW!!!! 50 degrees ?

HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN  Shall I sing it?  50 is not bad-but so good.  The Balcony was calling, and I went.  The Lord  blessed us with many kinds of clouds,  mixed with the sun.  Mr.  Crow sat atop of the cross .  King of the air.  Enjoy it while you can, for it will not last.  We have to take the good with the not so good.  That is life.  I am drinking coffee from the last of the Christmas cups.  They are all in the dishwasher for the last time this year.  I will put them on the top shelf and bring out the old faithful everyday ones tomorrow.  Feels good to go back to the normal (as we know it now).  Some call it the NEW normal. At least I can dust the tables now.  Bitsy  says "thank you" to that.  Where does  all that dust come from?  Air tight as I am, I wonder.  The VIRUS is still marching on-it has touched us all.  I am thankful so far that it has not crept into Independent Living here.  

BETTY BOOP (better tomorrow) BOOP

CRAZY ?????

 I just could not stand it any longer, so I dressed as warm as I could, went on Balcony for a short while.  34 degrees and a beautiful morning.  I stayed till my last drop of coffee got cold.  That did not take long.  Yesterday I gathered the Christmas cards, I was happy to receive so many, and I will save them at least a year and go back from time to time.  First step to clearing out.  Then I took down the nativity in my room.  Cleared the tier table outside my door.  Today I will take the tree down and pack all those sweet old ornaments away.  The Hall table that I decorate will have to wait.  Can't come up with a new scene.  As I was working, I thought I am packing up something else this year.  Fear-worry-impatience--maybe bring out more trust, hope, and joy.  Sound like a good plan?  Well get to it and I will too.

BETTY BOOP

OOOO LA LA

French toast for breakfast.  This cold morning (27 here) I thought I would do it up right.  Of course not the real  French toast, but I have invented my diabetic version and am satisfied.  Add turkey bacon, a big fat Navel orange (for Christmas) and coffee--not bad at all.  They have a tray of fresh fruit on the food line as we pick our choices.  Apples, bananas, and very good oranges.  Take your pick.  I like any kind of fruit.  Christmas day passed quiet and unusual.  But I heard from all daughters and enjoyed them all.  I get restless after Christmas to take all this glorious clutter down.  Maybe I can just do a little at a time and make it last a while longer.  That urge came from having a live tree all the years we were married.  Truman would suggest a fake one sometime, but did not protest too much as we would go to the tree lot and pick out one together.  Can't remember taking a child with us.  I wonder why? No reason comes to mind.   They loved to decorate. We would get it so early that it started to shed early  

Just rambling this morning,

BETTY BOOP

  

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

My Christmas breakfast was a treat.  JIMMY DEAN and I shared  a sausage English muffin with egg white and cheese.  and a juicy Navel orange, juice & coffee.  What a beautiful sunrise, brought hope for the day and the future. Oranges used to be a treat at Christmas.  As I would empty my old knee sock, nothing fancy then, I would always find an orange in the toe.  Always hard Christmas candy, nuts I only saw at Christmas.  Oh we had pecans and peanuts all the time, but Christmas brought kinds we did not have the year around.  Always a small toy or socks or fancy panties to my delight.  Some years' I am sure now it was a struggle to provide a Christmas for me.  I was the only child for 12 years, but those were hard times during the 30's.  But provide they did. I can't really remember wanting for anything. (except a bike, never had one)  Today is so different.  To each it's own.  I am again inside looking out at the day opening.  28 is just too cold for the Balcony.     Hope you all have a good day and I wish for a good year for all. BETTY BOOP