IF IT WALKS LIKE A DUCK, QUACKS LIKE A DUCK....

Good morning. It is Wednesday and from what I can see out the front door, its going to be a nice day. There is a little breeze and "I" and I stood at the door listening to the morning. She is in one of her not going out mornings. So I sip coffee and she watches me as if I am doing something very important. I am, I'm trying to wake up.

I have been thinking the last couple of days about the Blog I wrote called, "A jerk, is a jerk, is a jerk." I keep thinking maybe I shouldn't be calling someone a jerk because come to think of it I have never heard anyone else call this person that. So maybe I am wrong or maybe I am the only one who brings the jerkiness out in them. I soul search. You can do that you know, go deep down into your soul and look for imperfections. The only bad thing about that is that I always know I never have too far to go.

I wonder if maybe I bring jerkiness out in others too? But actually I never feel like anyone else is being mean to me. But maybe they just hide it well. Who knows.

I sometimes wish I could read peoples minds and know what they are thinking about me. But then again maybe I don't want to really know. I probably would have my feelings hurt or be mad most of the time. You can kind of pick up sometimes what another thinks of you when you are babbling along. The roll of the eyes, the yawn, they are all dead give aways.

So maybe instead of calling someone else a jerk I should work harder on myself. But actually that old saying comes to mind. You know the one. "If it walks like a duck, looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it probably is a Duck. Enough said. I'll quack my way out of Blogland. So for now, I'm outta here.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL FLEMING

Good Tuesday morning. Its a few minutes after four and I can hear the rain hitting the AC unit. I think its stormed most of the night. The dogs are both up eating cheesey hotdogs and cookies. I am drinking coffee, trying to clear the cobwebs from my failing brain.

Thirty-two years ago today William Lee Fleming made his apperance into this world. His Mother only eighteen. He was born already having two brothers, three and two. I have told the story of his birth so many times. I see the family roll their eyes. There she goes agin they think. Thats okay I will probably tell it at least a dozen more times before its all said and done.

We barely made it to the hospital her and I. The doors were locked and I am walking her from front to back. Her doubled with pain. The Doctor barely made it. Why shouldn't I remember, it was very exciting stuff.

I am proud of Will. He has grown into a good man, a good father. Did I ever tell you he was afraid of loud nosies when he was little. Was very spoiled and very loved. He has grown into a man who is there for his Mom and Ron. I know that if Billie needs him, all she has to do is call.

I love all four of my grandkid's, they are extensions of their Mother and each one special in their own way. My little sister loved all of Billie's kids very much. But Will was her sunshine, her life. When I look at Will it brings me closer to my baby sister. Through him I feel her. I know she is proud of the man you have become.. So I hope you have a soecial day. I hope you know how much we all love you. And somewhere just a heartbeat away from life as we know it stands Brenda I believe, smiling. For I know she is proud of you too.

So I will close this off for today. May the day be blessed for all. I will take my Birthday ballons and wander through Blogland hollering, Happy Birthday Will. But for now, I'm outta here.

EVELYLN'S BEEN PLANTING TREES.

It is Monday morning, another week laying before us. To speed like lightening the next few days. Time you are a fickle creature.

My friend Evelyn came over a couple of days ago. She had seen me in the yard with a cast. So she came to see how I was. I was envious at almost ninety-seven she could see across the street and notice my arm. I try hard not to be envious of her but its hard not too. She sees to drive, she reads, she walks everywhere without falling. Evelyn you certainly are a pip.

She came about four, all dressed up to go and study with someone. "How have you been Evelyn?" I asked as she settled into the couch. Her smile lit up the living room. "I'm wonderful," she said. "I've been out planting trees today and pulling weeds." I wanted to holler, "Quit being a show off." She's suppose to at ninety-seven be sitting in a rocker sipping tea. None of that for my friend Evelyn. She spent hours after she planted the trees crawling up and down the property line next to her neighbors yard pulling their weeds too so they wouldn't choke the trees out. Please Evelyn give me a break.

I always feel inadequate after I talk to her. She is always happy, spry and the key word here is positive. Evelyn does not look at the negative in anything. Only the positive. And that I feel is her key to a long life. That and she takes only natural medicine. Mix that with the fact she takes Walnut Tincture everyday, which is made up of 100% vodka. I admire her so much. I just do not believe in the Jehovah Witness way. But waiting for the New Order does not seem to harm her in anyway. She seems to be determined to live long enough to be here when it comes. More power to her.

We all could take a page out of Evelyn's book. Quit our whining over everything and just smile and keep going. I'm going to work on that today. Or at least try. I won't whine about my wrist, knees or the Emperor. I wish you could meet Evelyn, her smile will make you smile. That I guarantee. But I will take my positive attuide and head out of Blogland for today. Because for now I'm outta here.

A JERK IS A JERK, IS A JERK.

it is Sunday morning and 8:15. I have been up for hours but just haven't written on my Blog yet. I am having one of my days, you know the kind of days where you can't seem to get your stuff together. But I am valiantly trying, okay?

Last night we went to a BBQ at Mike and Rea's. They are moving away for awhile to be closer to a Hospital for Mikayla. I am sad about this but know they need to do what is best for Mikayla.. I worry as I hugged the kids before I left I might not see them again. But I came home renewed that life and its forces that some time seem to work against me will not prevail. I am determined to live to be a hundred. So let them go. I'll be waiting when they come back.

The weekend has been sort of a bummer so far. Going to a good-bye party. Dealing with people that you know your breathing is irritating them. Sorry I'm not stopping to make you happy. I have to remind myself sometimes there are people that are jerks. That may be unkind but that is the way it is. I have come to believe that it is not painful for these people to be jerks. It seems to be what keeps them going. My silent prayer is, "Please God don't ever let be become someone who is happy when they are berating or insulting another person." I am sure not a perfect person. My past strewn with acts that I have longed regretted. But I do not believe I have ever been guilty of speaking vicious and with malice to another person. Kindness takes so little effort.

Well just back a couple of days and already into the rambling. So sorry. I will try to do better tomorrow and get my pictures changed. I will work on being in a better mood. But for now, you know the drill. I'm outta here.

THEY HAVE ME UNDER YARD ARREST.

It is early Saturday morning, very early. The Emperors Television woke me at 2:30 and I've been up since. I really can't blame it just on that though. My wrist has decided it wants to feel like a toothache. UGH! I think I turned it the wrong way or something. Oh no, I am whining again. Sorry.

I wrote a yesterday about my fall. Within two hours of the event. I call it an event since I never broke anything before. Anyway within two hours the Emperor and both my children said, "No more walking outside the yard. " Who wants to speed walk in the confines of a yard? The answer is nobody. You cannot speed walk around a yard, its not possible. .

When I walk I want the outside, the street, cars passing, dogs barking. I want the freedom you can only get by walking at a good clip down the side walk or in the street. Now I know how a caged bird feels. I am surprised any of then sing.

Good grief I gave up driving, now they want to take away my walking. Lets be reasonable people. I am not a hundred yet, please don't try to take my freedom away. Now I don't want to fall again. Its not fun and I sure don't want to step out in front of a car. Thinking about the Emperor being a caregiver sends cold chills down my spine. What a awful picture that brings forth. But you have to remember quality comes before quantity. Quality days for me sometimes has to include walking. I am getting older but I am, was and will always be a free spirit. I use to just jump in the car and take off, those days are over. I cannot give up the walking.

I am being good for the time being. How long will that last? I am not sure. I sit out in the yard around six and watch the gate. The birds even seem to be saying, "Come, come and let the wind blow in your face." You cannot get that feeling walking around the fence. So I am biding my time. Just waiting till my feet under their own power edge towards the gate and freedom. So if you should spot an older lady with bleached hair trucking down the street. Just give a shout out because it probably will be me. But I guess for today I will be satisfied to at least wander to the edge of Blogland. So for now, I'm outta here.

I FOUGHT THE SIDEWALK AND THE SIDEWALK WON.

Its Friday morning and I haven't been here for awhile. I must admit I missed the aura of Blogland So I decided I would see if I could get this right hand to work in the cast. So please bear with me.

Almost three weeks ago, on a Monday morning I posted my Blog., put on my running shoes and at six-fifteen in the morning I started out on my two mile walk. I was feeling good and had picked up speed. I was into almost a mile and a half when my beautiful morning turned a little rough. As I have said before I don't see well. I keep my head down looking as not to trip. I guess I didn't look good enough and fell. A bad knock to the head and a broken wrist. I have been mad at my6self ever since.

I am a right handed person, through and through. It was the right wrist I broke. What a bummer. I can't button buttons, can't snap snaps and its even hard to brush my teeth. I am here to tell you it sucks to have a broken wrist. Whine, whine I know. But let me whine a little okay. I've never had a broken bone before. I have to milk it a little.

A young man stopped and called the Emperor for me. While I waited for him to come and take me to the hospital I called my daughter. I was not sure if the rapidly rising knot on the head was serious. I told her I loved her, to tell her brother I loved him. But the truth be known I needed to hear her voice. My sensible, no fuss Billie always grounds me. My wrist hurt, my head hurt. But the sound of her voice instantly settled me down. I think its suppose Io be the other way around isn't it? The Mother quieting the child. It works the other way with her and I. I don't think I'm a very settling person.

So I am back. On my way to finish my year. This has been a small setback, that's all. I sure hope there is someone left out there to read this. But for this morning I will walk slowly out of Blogland. I don't want to trip. I hope to see you later. But for now. I'm outta here.