Highs and Lows


Chatting with our new across the street neighbors about their misadventures with the previous owners of their house has definitely been a high for me.  Let’s just say that talk of leather chaps and fringe was brought to light.  Hilarious and not at all surprising.  The previous owners were boisterous and quite entertaining.

Tony and Violet are very nice and quite funny.  I am enjoying getting to know them and hope we become friends.  Violet has a knack for remembering names.  I wonder if that was something taught to her in medical school.  Like one of those Capstone courses.  “Mnemonic Devices 101”.  It always helps me when I repeat someone’s name back immediately upon learning it.


My name had been appearing less and less frequently on the schedule at a local gym where I had been subbing weekly as a Zumba instructor.  I finally got my answer as to why after my third inquiry.  The aerobics coordinator was told by the board (the club has a board of predominately geriatric, bitter people) that I was not a good fit.  I can totally picture some of the women who took issue with me.  From the first day when I asked the class to form a circle for a song, I was kind of black balled.  One of the older ladies from class came up to me afterward to firmly state that “We don’t like to do anything different in class.  We don’t like circles.”  From that moment on, I was judged.  Apparently none of the frequent positive feedback I received made it to the board.

It’s a blow to the ego but I think not working there has been a blessing.  I’d rather not teach a bunch of catty women who don’t want to work out too hard and don’t like change.


This summer has brought us many opportunities to spend time with our friends at  a slow, low-stress pace.  We’ve enjoyed many days in the pool and look forward to many more.  We are very thankful to have such wonderful people in our lives.


We’re going to Alabama for a long weekend.  J’s grandparents are not doing well.  Their health is rapidly failing.  This will probably be the last time that we will see them.  I’m going to support J and his family who will all be there.  It will be a sad trip, I’m afraid…


After 6 months of turmoil, homelessness, stress and struggle, Steph finally moved into her new-to-her house on Saturday!  It’s not the house that I told you about way back in February.  The contract fell through when the owners decided the appraisal value was too low for their taste.  I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason.  She and the boys weren’t meant to be in that first house.

I could not be happier for Steph.  Her crazy mixed up family (us included) turned out in droves to help her move her belongings and fix up the new place.  It was an awesome testament to the support system she has.

The new place is just three block from our door and it’s as cute as can be.  Steph has really fixed the 1976 home up nicely with new floors, skip-troweled ceilings, new baseboards, wallpaper removal, new fixtures, new paint and new furniture.  She can finally relax in her own home again.


Spring Has Sprung

This hyacinth on my back porch makes me exceedingly happy every time I look at it.  And it smells wonderful too.  This is what spring is all about.

I don’t have too much for this post tonight as I am recovering from a migraine.  I’ve been down all afternoon in a heap of misery.  Luckily the bulk of the pain has passed.  I just have the residual weird feeling in my head that comes after such a severe headache.  It’s like a shadow headache or something.

Anyway, I decided to share the spring love with our new across-the-street-neighbors this morning.  They moved in last week from Miami.  I dropped off a pretty orange plant (not sure of the name) in a pretty orange pot with a card welcoming them to the neighborhood.  They were not home when I stopped by so I left it out front where they would see it.

Later this evening as I was getting the watering can out of our garage, Vi, our new neighbor, flagged me down to thank me.  She said that a welcoming gesture like that would have never happened in Miami.  She was so nice and made my day with our little chat.  I’m glad I finally got to meet her!

Oh, and a horsefly bit my left buttock while I was laying by the pool the other day.  Now I have a huge, itchy welt the size of my hand.  Just in case you were curious…