Sunday Stealing

1. I've come to realize that my chest-size... isn't what it used to be.  (I had a breast reduction years ago.)

2. I've come to realize that my job... is to take care of my husband.  

3. I've come to realize that when I'm driving... I must be dreaming, since I never had a driver's license.

4. I've come to realize that I need... God.

5. I've come to realize that I have lost... most of my energy and enthusiasm.

6. I've come to realize that I hate it... when there's a drought. 

7. I've come to realize that if I'm drunk... I must be dreaming again.  This particular old lady doesn't drink anything alcoholic at this stage of her life. 

8. I've come to realize that money... is worth less every day. 

9. I've come to realize that certain people... want everyone to think like they do. 

10. I've come to realize... that I'll always be selfish. 

11. I've come to realize that my sibling... is as perfect as a woman can be.

12. I've come to realize that my mom... only ever wished the best for me.

13. I've come to realize that my cell phone... has a dead battery half the time.

14. I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning... I was still tired.

15. I've come to realize that last night before I went to sleep... I was still thankful for my life.

Strange weather

I should be used to "strange" weather, since that's what Missouri seems to excel in.  I just have an uneasy feeling we're going to end up with another dry summer.  We have a lot of days when it rains, but for the most part, we're lucky to get 2/10ths of an inch each time.  After moving the soaker hose all over creation last year, I've resolved not to do it this year.  I do have some seeds coming up; that's the good news.  Also, the fire my husband started in my garden did not hurt the strawberry plants; there are little green plants coming up all over the burned-black area.

I'm feeling a little out of sorts right now, and I'm not sure why.  Oh, there are some family things that are bothering me, and Facebook is getting on my nerves again as one by one I stop following certain people again.  The world situations aren't the best now, either.  But we're all in that mess together!     

I'm just a grumpy old woman, nobody special, and I should be super thankful for my health, my home, and my life; actually, I am thankful.  

I'm reading a relatively new book about Paul Newman that is holding my interest just fine; a lot of it is in his own words, and there are also comments here and there from his friends and family.  I'm sharing part of a review I found HERE. 

Newman, who died in 2008 at age 83, began working on a memoir in 1986 with a pal and confidant, writer Stewart Stern. After several years of effort that included recorded interviews with relatives, friends and colleagues, their project began to drift. Newman’s daughters Melissa and Clea decided to turn that raw material into a book punctuated by first-person accounts by others, including Newman’s first wife as well as his second, actress Joanne Woodward. The result is a brutally frank reflection on a life filled with self-doubt.

My Arkansas Blogger friend at Galla Creek mentioned she had read the book, so I found it in the digital library and checked it out for myself.  

I think Gabe and I will go for a short walk back to the point.

Peace.