After pushing hard for several days to get the new issue of the Gypsy Journal finished and off to the printer, I was really looking forward to sleeping in yesterday morning. But at 7 AM somebody knocked on the door, or else I dreamed somebody knocked on the door, I’m not sure which. But whatever it was, it woke me up and I couldn’t get back to sleep.
I laid there for a while, listening to the guy in the site next to us trying to start a motorcycle over and over and over again without success. I finally gave up and got out of bed to start my day. Miss Terry is a sound sleeper so she was able to stay in bed for another hour or so before she got up. I had a huge stack of e-mails waiting for me, and over 50 of them were forwards. And 40 of those forwards are from the same person! Every couple of weeks he does this, flooding my inbox with junk I have no interest in. I have asked him over and over not to do that, so now he’s banned from my e-mail list. Why do some people think that everybody else wants to hear about abused puppies and kittens, some poor kid dying of cancer somewhere, the latest scam by the Democrats/Republicans/Independents or whoever, and how if I just pray hard enough and forward this missive Jesus will make my whole life perfect? Newsflash, except for your stupid forwards, my life is pretty damn perfect! I mean really, 40 forwards in one morning? Get a life!
I decided to get new tires for the Explorer, so a little before noon I went over to Fletcher Tires. The young man at the counter told me they were closing up early that day, and it would be better to come back another time. Huh? I guess they’ve got a lot of business, because they sure weren’t interested in mine. I drove down the road to Big O tires, but they were swamped; probably because nobody could get work done at Fletcher’s so they came to Big O. The fellow at the counter wasn’t too optimistic about getting to us before late in the day. I’ll just wait until we get to Yuma. Maybe somebody there will take my money.
I went back to the motorhome and picked up Terry, and we ran a couple of errands, then stopped by her parents’ house for a visit. Unfortunately, her mother Bess now has our cold. Yes, Bess, I brought that all the way from Florida to give to you for your birthday! 🙂
We got back home a little before 5:30 PM and Terry’s cousin Carolyn Henley was there waiting for us. While we have talked on the phone a lot in the last few months, we hadn’t seen Carolyn in over a year, so was nice to have a chance to visit.
Today Terry wants to check out a yarn and fiber store in Mesa, and then she tells me it’s time to go to the grocery store and get some serious shopping done. Which means I’ll either sit in the truck and read my Kindle and nap, or stay home and pretend to work, and nap. Decisions, decisions. What will I do?
Thought For The Day – The real measure of your wealth is how much you’d be worth if you lost all your money.