Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Pooh spends time thinking. Just thinking. Thinking about where he put his honey. Drawling his mantra, "think, think, think."
Pooh is me.
I misplace my stuff and the angels know that my desperate pleas will be a no brainer for them.
They put my pleadings on the back burner and say, "Just give her a minute and she'll remember."
Today I ground all my sorghum. All of it. I was so sad to find that there was none left as grain because I needed it in grain form for a demonstration for a class. But, I forgot and ground it all up. I was so sad, and desperate as I called around town searching for whole grain sorghum. Nothing doing. None to be found anywhere in Tulsa.
But, finally I did find some, there in my pantry, sitting on the shelf, where I put it 1/2 hour ago when I was grinding all the rest up.
Poor Pooh, stuck forever thinking...
Monday, March 2, 2009
My next door neighbor called this morning.
"How are you at maneuvering automobiles?" she asks in her beautiful Indian accent.
I am optimistically good at everything at which I haven't recently failed, so I said, "I'm good, I'll be right over."
The roofers had parked their dumpster in her driveway and blocked her minivan in the garage with a two foot clearance behind it. She is a doctor and she had some medical stuff to do, so she had to get out!
Last time I attempted anything like this was about thirty years ago in my predriving days, when somehow in the process of my learning how to drive in reverse, my parents car ended up parked sideways in our garage.
Who knew then that the lessons learned would be so valuable now?
I thank Dad for his response as he perused the situation and turned on his heels with this comment, "Well, get it out."
And we did.