The wild phlox that I brought from my previous yard has begun blooming. I have it planted all over the place and it is one flower that seems to do well here. It is quite tall and healthy looking this year, no doubt because of all the lovely rain we've gotten.
I took another walk this morning which went better than the last one I took although once again I waited too long and risked spontaneous combustion. WHY do I do this to myself? My inherent need to suffer is going to kill me one of these days.
I got a text from Jessie asking if I wanted to meet for lunch. She had to go to Costco and since I was just about to text her and ask if she wanted me to come and help her with the boys while she packed, I agreed to meet up with them and we had our lunch and then I took the boys to go home while she went to Costco but on the way to their house I said, "Let's go to the Goodwill bookstore!" and they said, "Okay," knowing full well that there was the chance of me buying them something. We went to a different Goodwill bookstore than the one we usually go to and it is a treat. What I really wanted was a new jigsaw puzzle. I have been consciously limiting myself with the one I've been working on, afraid to finish it because I didn't have another one to start as soon as I was done with it.
Typical addict behavior, of course.
They have many, many puzzles at that store but I only found one I was even halfway interested in. As I have said, I am not drawn at all to the cute puppies and kittens or the nostalgic images of old fishing villages and cottages but the one I got today was so absurd that it tickled me.
Finally, I told everyone good-bye again and wept a tiny bit when I hugged and kissed Jessie before I got in my car. Every year I go through this, don't I? So thrilled for them all to be able to spend time where their daddy grew up with their mountain relatives who love them as much as we do, while at the same time, grieving the fact that I will not see them for a month and then for only a few days.
I always survive and somehow, miraculously, they do too!
Just as I could not stop thinking about Tina Turner on the David Letterman show, I now can't stop thinking about a short video that Sabine linked for me in my comments. I cannot find a Youtube of the clip that allows me to embed but click HERE to see it.
Lucille Ball had no fucks to give about telling a male talk show host to get his hands off women and I have suddenly realized that she was worthy of even more respect than I could imagine.