I was working at the desk in my “studio” yesterday, sipping a mug of tea when I leaned back in my chair. I looked down at the keyboard case for my iPad and noticed reflections on the key pads. I got my phone and leaned down to get this picture at just the right angle to show you how hard I work. I’ve had this keyboard for several years and it shows. The finish is worn smooth from the millions of words I’ve written since I bought it. Impressive.

My cousin in South Carolina is wicked smart. She can go shopping and come back with a car load of goods and more money in her purse than when she left the house. It’s incredible! I am always in awe when she posts on FB about her bargains and I try to emulate her financial acumen…though not nearly as successfully.

Do you all get as tired of cooking as I do? My sweetheart has been picking up the slack while I’ve been working at my desk. It is very much appreciated!

I’m developing a routine. We kinda sleep in and have a nice breakfast, then I take my tea down to my “studio” in the basement and get to work. What I’m doing has a learning curve and at first I thought I might be past my prime to take on such an undertaking. However, I am pleasantly surprised to note that the longer I’m at this, the sharper my memory is. I’m staying focused for hours where even just a week ago I was having trouble. That is encouraging on so many levels. It makes the old adage “use it or lose it” really mean something.

I received the call yesterday and my Auntie Rosie has gone to God. She was in terrible pain after breaking her arm. They couldn’t do surgery because of her mental status and every time you touched her…well, you get the drift. She was under palliative care the last eight days so she slipped away in her sleep. A peaceful transition is the best one could ever ask for. 

I’ve been writing a lot about organization this week. That’s because I’m doing the project…the BIG project. I have great ideas for a LOT of things I want to implement. But, unlike Martha Stewart, I don’t have a creative staff at my beck and call. When I have grandiose ideas, there’s only one person who is sitting in front of the computer and doing the scut work to implement them. That’s not to say Mr. FixIt wouldn’t help if I asked him…he certainly would. But I’ve done my typical “Gemini Ginny” thing and bit off a really huge bite. 

The other day I was browsing through my Facebook feed and saw a friend from high school had posted pictures of his wedding back in the mid-‘70s. It reminded me of my own to Hubby #1. We were so young. I haven’t seen the pictures for many years. I gave the wedding album to Daughter #1 a long, long time ago, but I can assure you…it was a quite simple affair. 

As I was writing this last night, I could hear a really big jet going over us here at Marshmallow Ranch. I pulled out my phone and opened the FlightAware app to see where these folks had been. Where were they going? It was a Galistair Airbus A330-300. It’s a twin-engine wide body jet that can carry between 250-440 passengers! Cost efficient and profitable. These folks were flying out of Pittsburg and heading to Mexico City. They had only been up in the air less than half an hour and were already at about 38,000 feet. The average price of one of these bad boys in 2018 was $262.2 million. Three classes…coach, business, and a First Class that would tempt the best of us to be all bougie like.

It just doesn’t end! Yesterday I had to go in for a test that took about a half hour. Easy peasy…just had to lay there, turn this way, turn that way, hold my breath…you know the drill. Within a couple of hours the results came back…all good! I had one million errands to do. You know those days when you think… “I’ll do these five things and be back home by noon…1:00 tops!” Am I the only one who NEVER gets that right? It was 6:30pm when I got home! Errands that I thought would take 5-10 minutes turned out taking an hour…EACH! Ugh. And to think, I couldn’t even blame it on Mr. FixIt. He stayed home!

I’m making lists and checking them a zillion times. I’m heading down rabbit holes when I really need to be concentrating. I’m going to have to treat this project like a job and have set hours to work on it or it’s never going to happen. It’s not happening sitting in the living room in the Big Red Chair with Mr. FixIt watching TV. I have a desk set up in the basement so I can sit there and work. Then, when I’ve finished the hours I will set aside to be productive, I can work on the quilt and other fun projects. I’m determined to do this because when it’s set up, I think it’s going to be fun!

I had just turned six and My Auntie Rosie brought Cathy from Chicago to meet us!

We got up and out the door to go to Mr. FixIt’s eye doctor appointment in plenty of time. When we got there, the doors were locked. Martin Luther King Day? Did we miss something? We checked our calendars again and we both had the same day and time. Mr. FixIt called the doctor’s office and the gal who answered said they called us in November to change the appointment to next month. Neither of us remember getting that call, so we came to town for nothing.