Hacking cough tonight. Surprise...now you have it...now you don't. Now you have it.
I did so well until evening then it came back. I'll take some NyQuil and sleep like a baby on clean sheets and bathed body slathered with fresh smelling body lotion. I have been in slow-mo this past week desiring to be well again.
I am in hopes that this here cold will continue to disappear. Poof. Gone. So-long. I've had worst. Am hopeful this one will be short lived.
Day time hours have gone into thumbing through old magazines, sipping hot Pero and watching movies. I envision being finished with the magazines soon and sewing a simple quilt. The pictures of food makes me think of fixing this that and everything good.
The Office awaits me and I am waiting for the right timing to attack this space that needs attention. At times I am over the top busy and can't seem to get into a maintenance mode about the housekeeping and cleaning. Spot cleaning can only go so far. Laundry is piling up again. Shucks.
Hubby has been shuffling boxes in the basement in which he came across one of our Nativity Scenes where the pieces have ornate fabric on the porcelain figurines. I knew we had this elaborate set, but didn't know for sure where it was. I just waited until it was rediscovered. Relieved we still have this. Has been years since we had it displayed and I cannot remember where we were living when we bought it umpteen years ago. humm. Let me think.
Think we were living in OKLAHOMA, but that was 20 years ago. I became a younger woman for an instant thinking backwards to when I was about the age of my daughter.in.law living in our jUNKy rental owned by a roofer. That house no longer stands as the property was sold to and torn down by the JENKS SCHOOL DISTRICT to make room for more buildings.
When I do drive by the location, a huge building rest on the spot where the front door was. In my mind's eye I can see every detail of that house in my head. The colors, the smells, the desire to move away from this run down rental. Our Landlord was something else and the less I had to deal with him the better.
The worst thing he could say about us living in his rental was that we wore the gravel down in the driveway. Can you believe it, gravel? Isn't that what gravel is for when used in a driveway? My goodness. He was special. Very special.
I have fond memories of that rental, and the time we lived in Jenks, Oklahoma, but I am forever thankful we are not still there. THANKFUL. I can still hear the large tree branch crack under the weight of a foot of snow causing it to fall to the ground hitting hard beside the gravel layered driveway. The thump was loud and could be heard inside the house. A beautiful snow covered yard was fluffy with whiteness.
I could hear my feet crunch in the snow as the air was serenely still to where I could hear a pin drop. One of those moments embedded into my memory bank that I can withdraw just about anytime.
I have often wondered if we would be blamed for the tree branch breaking from an act of nature as it was an unusual occurrence for this much snow to fall in Jenks. Surely the Landlord could blame us for enjoying the tree during a Winter wonderland.
Years have passed and this is a memory that still makes me smile that the snow was so deep it blanketed the ugly gravel driveway. Perhaps it was the snow that wore down his gravel. Perhaps.
Sweet thoughts,
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