Summer set in with a vengeance today in Mississippi and my A/C drones away. As I was outside digging in the flower bed I noticed the dial on my meter was circling furiously as power pumped into the house. Ca-ching, ca-ching!
One of the greatest joys of growing older is reclaiming the child-like ability to have fun. You really don’t care how silly you look any longer.
When I retired and moved back to my “roots”, I had a rude awakening. I had forgotten how to have fun! Nothing really gave me true pleasure. Talk about depressing!
The answer was easy. I spend all my time looking for stuff that mysteriously disappears into the black hole that hovers around the fringes of my life.
On Sunday I locked my house, dropped my keys into my purse, and rode with a friend to church. We went out for lunch afterwards and when I returned home, the keys were gone. Just vanished.