Folks, that dreaded time is upon us, yet again! Go all over the place, changing the clocks! The one in my car, I choose to ignore. So, my mind may tell me it is a certain time. However, my body takes a while to get the message. Frankly, I could do without all of it.
Folks, that dreaded time is upon us, yet again! Go all over the place, changing the clocks! The one in my car, I choose to ignore. So, my mind may tell me it is a certain time. However, my body takes a while to get the message. Frankly, I could do without all of it.
Thanks for letting me “belly ache.” That’s what my mama called it. She would say, “Martha, quit your belly aching, it won’t change anything.” So us old folks, just buck up and try to adjust. Really, we are not too happy about a change of any kind. And, this changes our meal time, our getting up time and our going to bed time and on and on. See why we belly ache?
We put out the least effort we can about most things, anymore! We are not belly aching about April showers before April. We are looking forward to flowers in May. We are so ready to sit out on the porches and patios. Bring on the salads … egg salad, tuna salad, ham salad, pea salad and etc. We are happy to change, when it comes to changing winter to spring. We are ready to stop complaining about winter and start complaining about summer.
In only a few days, I will have lived in this fair city, fourteen years. And, four of that here at the retirement village. I have lived all over, remember? Yet, I have met some of the sweetest people around here. Couldn’t ask for better neighbors than these dear souls here at the retirement village. After there is a knock at my door with a bowl of soup. Oh yes, and a piece of cornbread. Yup, some of these dear ones still cook.
Recently, a resident of this fair city knocked on my door with a lovely hand crocheted throw she made herself. I enjoy it every day. She continues to bring new puzzles for us. Then, I have a neighbor that loans me books. I get nervous when I am about to run out of books to read. She said, “So we set the clocks back last night. I wake and see the time and go. It’s 6 a.m., but it’s really 5 a.m. What time did I go to bed? 11 to 5 is only six hours sleep. But wait, it wasn’t 11, it was really 10. 10 to 6 is eight hours! Yay! But wait … WhopeeDo!
