I unexpectedly received a call from my girlfriend whom I had visited last weekend. She invited me to come for an overnight, since her husband had to work. I readily agreed. We didn’t really have anything planned. We watched the movies, Left Behind. They were pretty good and gave a person something to think about.
We ate laid-back meals; which are some of my favorites. I woke this morning thinking Santa Claus had been there overnight. I was making myself a fresh cup of coffee, when I spotted a familiar, white box, that I hadn’t seen in my own home for way too long.
I carefully opened it with filled lungs, ready to take in the aroma. My eyes widened as I looked into a box full of beautiful, colorful donuts. Oh my, how can I resist?
I closed the box, immediately my brain scrambling, trying to work out a way to indulge in one of these with my breakfast. Each of those delicacies were screaming sugar and calories. I could barely resist. I did eat my 2 scrambled eggs and chose a cake donut with clear glaze and then allowed myself half of it. Wow, oh wow, was that ever tasty.
I then came home. I always hate the entrance of my front door. It yells quietness. After spending the weekend with lots of chatter, silence is not always a nice greeting. By now, I am back in my habitat. I have showered for work tomorrow. I have picked out my clothes. I know what I am packing for my lunch. I am set for the evening and following day.
I took a few photos while I was visiting and I am posting for you to see. My girlfriend was dog sitting for her daughter. The little dark one is my girlfriends. The little light-colored one is her daughters.
For the second time I went to the Senior Center with a friend. I didn’t really want to go but I made myself. I had sugar problems last night and I was tired and just didn’t feel good today. Ever had one of those nights when you slept; but you woke up as if you had not rested?
Well, the seniors played Train Domino, but with the way I was feeling, I didn’t get in on the game. Instead, I played the piano. I took lessons as a kid for 7 years. I was embarrassed because I was quite rusty at the keys. I stopped playing after a bit and went outside and took some photos.
It did my mind good. I was concentrating on nature instead of my body signals telling me it wasn’t one of my better days. I hate my cane. I have been forced to use it the past three days due to gait problems. Picture it, me, my purse, my cane and my camera. Now that took cordination.
I went back in when the sprinkles of rain started. I banged at the piano again while waiting for lunch to be ready. I always loved the piano and always will. I probably spent a good hour playing.
Afterwards, while eating lunch, one of the people came up and ask me to come back and play again. I smiled, and said I would, even through my rusty playing. She told me it sounded real pretty and loved my church hymns I had chosen to play.
Of course, here are my photos I took this morning.