It's been too cold to spend more than a few minutes outside. The cold wind bites. By next Tuesday we're suppose to have a "warm spell". It's suppose to get up to 53°. That will feel down-right balmy. We hit our first sub-zero temperatures a couple nights ago.
My youngest daughter just got her first massage therapist job. She starts this coming Monday morning. She's excited and so is Mom. The lady told her this was not a spa... strictly therapeutic (medical). Teresa told her that was her specialty. The owner was very impressed with her portfolio and test scores.
Bob and I are nibbling on the chocolate brownies I baked earlier. They're rich, but so good. I need a glass of milk to go with it.
My daughter that lives in Michigan called yesterday and we had a good conversation. She said she'd been thinking of me. Ahhhh... like I never think about her. Just all the time. I miss her.
That got me to thinking how things have changed. I used to be involved in their lives, hearing about almost everything they're doing. And the same with our grandkids. Now, it feels like none of them need me anymore. If something important happens (or something bad, God forbid) then they'll call. But never to just chat, or check in on us to make sure we're ok. I guess that's all part of the growing process. But I don't have to like it.
Bob found a motor home he wants. The pictures look very nice and the price isn't bad. So I think we'll be making the short trip to see it Monday.
Teresa drove down to OSU to see her son/our grandson today. He's homesick. We figured that would happen after a couple weeks. This is the first he's been away from home. So she's going back down Friday to get him, and bring him home for the weekend. Thank goodness we're only 2½ hours away. I just hope we get to see him.
I'm trying to find some new clothes. I need some new slacks. I'm tired of living in jeans and T-shirts. Yep, I'm a country girl. But now that I'm in my 60's, I think I should start looking like a woman. My problem: I can't wear double-knit or wool, they make me itch. Poplin isn't warm enough. I can't find anything that is comfortable, except denim.
Oh, great.... the local news just said we're getting sleet and freezing rain tomorrow.
A few nights ago I started reading a new book (on my Kindle). I wasn't sure if it would be my kind of story, but I've gotten just far enough that I need to find out how it ends.
On that note, I'm going to shut down and go to bed.
Wishing you a great day tomorrow.
God bless.


