Sunny Day…

It’s a beautiful, sunny day. No rain in a couple of days – who could complain!

Even though I slept very little last night, I feel better today about a nagging question that’s been on my mind for a month or so. Hear this: I didn’t run off my Doctor by getting up to Medicare age – that dude is actually leaving the clinic for a “Senior Care Clinic.” Wow, what a relief! Now I can just enjoy my impending new status without the guilt.

All I have to do now is decide which insurance plan I want to purchase to supplement my Medicare. My mailbox has been full of offers recently from people/companies who “wanted me” because of my impending age – it was a bit overwhelming. So I did the only logical thing: I made a stack starting with the Medicare packet and added to it those packets received from recognizable company names. Other than adding to it occasionally, I’m ignoring it until June 1 at which time I will go thru and try to figure out exactly what I need to sign up for.

Lesson of the Day: When feeling overwhelmed, make a plan and a date/deadline to activate said plan, and relax until said date/deadline.

The End.

Tired Tuesday….

We drove over to the boonies yesterday and placed flowers on my husband, brother-in-law and father-in-law’s graves. Sure is different now than it was a few years ago. Then, there would always be a group of other people there and lots of visiting going on. Yesterday, it was just the two of us, no cars going by, no other people around. And many of the graves were undecorated.

The grass and trees are so green and beautiful right now. Of course, I didn’t take pictures though.

Just as we were getting back into my vehicle to leave, rain started hitting the windshield. More rain came thru last night and early this morning.

So, even though I slept pretty well last night, I’m feeling tired and achy (and grouchy, could you guess?) this morning and my head hurts. At this moment in time, I hate the rain!

Some holiday campers on White River got a surprise this weekend and had to be “rescued” after the heavy rains came.

I’m out of caffeine so after the Fedex guy woke me this morning ringing my doorbell, I went to Hardee’s to get some caffeine and breakfast. Let me just say that the taste of Diet Coke in no way compares to Diet Dr. Pepper. Should have gone to Sonic. And that’s my final answer!

The Way I do Things Now….

I can’t believe what a procrastinator and slacker I’ve become after so many years of feeling efficient and being told I was very efficient at my job.

I don’t get out every day anymore, so my gasoline consumption is way down. Which is a good thing! But tomorrow we’re going out in the boonies to decorate graves at the cemetery and I always like to have a full tank of gas when we head out to the boonies.

So….early this week, I noticed that my neighborhood station had gas for $3.59 a gallon. Yesterday, I drove by and it was $3.79. So today I finally stopped and filled up my tank – at $3.89 a gallon.

I can’t believe I paid 30 cents a gallon more, just because I’m a procrastinator. I drove by a Walmart where it was still $3.79, but the cars were everywhere waiting to get to the pumps. I had the time, but not the patience to wait around, so I just came back to the one close to home and bit the bullet!!

I’m smiling….

I always tried to be patient and good-natured with my co-workers – a conscious decision that I made some years ago when I realized that getting upset and angry as I did was very unhealthy for me. This decision was made for my own well-being.  Besides, I always lost any arguments I had while I was angry. My husband taught me that lesson.

Still, if I disagreed with someone, I wasn’t afraid to say so – just in a calmer way. If there was a point to be made, I sometimes waited for the right time to make it – and such an opportunity would almost always present itself.

When I was growing up, my mother interpreted any attempt at explanation as “talking back” and spankings were allowed back then in the “olden days.” So, thanks to her Grandma, my daughter was allowed to say whatever she wanted to me, as long as she said it calmly, didn’t scream and yell in my face. It might not change anything – she still might get punished, might not get to do whatever she was wanting to, but I would listen as long as she spoke in a respectful manner.

Anyway, I had managed to stay so even-keeled at work that if I raised my voice a decibel, my co-workers thought I was very upset. This amused my daughter greatly ’cause she had seen me when I really was upset. She thought it was especially funny when I would smile sweetly and tell one of them “You’re on my list now” over something they’d said or done. She used to laugh and tell them they really didn’t know the real me.

So, if you’ve managed to read this far, you’ll understand why this button seemed very appropriate for me: