Barter Town

My sister and I came up with a master plan one day.
A 'where to meet/ what to do/ it's the end of the world' plan.
Yep.
We have it all figured out.
Yes. Yes we do.

It's all about Barter Town.
Somewhere down the road there will be a barter for our life moment and we WILL be prepared.

She will have sporks.
I will have peanut butter.
And we will own Barter Town.

I don't remember the whys and hows of where we came up with sporks and peanut butter.
Doesn't matter.
It's a great plan.

So...we decide to tell Dad our master plan.
Oh! He is going to be so proud of his clever daughters and their survival skills....!
'Your spork will melt'
He didn't even mention my peanut butter.

Ok.
We didn't think of a nuclear meltdown.
rats.
We will come up with another plan on another day for the nuclear meltdown.

This plan is all about Barter Town baby.
And we will own Barter Town with our sporks and peanut butter.
The doubters will believe.

One day while traveling, my sister and I were finalizing and detailing our end of the world master plan.
'A knife' says this voice from the back seat 'that's what I'm bringing to Barter Town.'
It was my daughter.

A. Knife.

My sister and I looked at each other and the light bulb appeared....
That's brilliant....a KNIFE !!!
Why didn't we ever think of a knife ?!?

Sporks, peanut butter and a pocket knife.

Watch out Barter Town ...here we come !

:)





 

Dreams

I had a night of many dreams.

Had a visit with my Mom in one dream.
She looked terrific...!... and we had a very nice talk.
I wish I could remember the details of our conversation.
I can't.
But it was all good.

I had another where I woke up and thought 'darn. it's just a dream...'
I can't remember any of those details either.
rats.

I do remember one dream.

My 5th and 6th grade teachers were there.
Mrs G and Mr M.
They were arguing over me.
Not the 5th/6th grade me.
The Double Nickels me.

Mrs G was very vocal in her dislike of me.
Mr M was singing my praises.
And there I sat.
Wondering if they knew I could hear everything they were saying.

Weird.
And funny.

When I was in 5th grade I always felt Mrs G disliked me.
I knew she hated my handwriting.
She told me so.
My right handed handwriting always tilted to the left.
I tried to fix it.
It was never good enough for Mrs G.

Hello 6th grade.

Mr M loved my handwriting.
He would use my paper every week as a sample of how handwriting should be done.
My tilt to the left was the best thing ever according to Mr M.

The 6th grade me always followed Mr M's advice.
I think the Double Nickels me will too.

:)

Handwritten Recipes

I used to have a very unorganized way of keeping recipes.
I just kept them.
If I needed one...I'd search.
I knew it was there...somewhere....and eventually I'd find it.

It drove my daughter crazy.

So, she organized.
She took all my recipes and put them in a book.
Birthday present joy.

Most of my recipes are handwritten.
They are worn and smudged.
I love them.
I really love them.
My daughter knows I love them so she placed my worn recipe in the page along with a fresh, typed version.

YaY.

Some of those recipes were written by my Mom and Gramma.
Some are torn pieces of hurriedly written scribbles.
Memories of calling Mom to ask how to make spaghetti sauce or chili or sloppy joes...

I hope we never lose handwriting.

Handwritten recipes.
Handwritten notes.
Getting a card or letter in the mail...
Priceless.

It's old school.
It's personality.
As Jim Croce sang...it's time in a bottle...

It's wonderful.

And having an organized recipe book is wonderful too.

:)

Nashville

I have been in Nashville, TN for a few days...spending time with one daughter, two sisters, and one bro-in-law.
Fun!

If you've never been to Nashville put it on your list of to dos...
I'm pretty sure all the dreamers of the world live here.
It is a very happy place.

Don't know if I have mentioned this before but, I got an acoustic guitar back in April.
I have always wanted one.
Got it for my Double Nickels Birthday and even though I have every intention to teach myself how to play...
it's been sitting there ever since the Double Nickels day.
Life just keeps getting in my way.

After this weekend, I am on a guitar learning mission.
I am going to play Mandy by Barry Manilow
If that is the only song I ever learn I will still feel accomplished

It's a simple dream of mine.
It will make my heart happy!

Thank you Nashville!

:)

Next Time

I was walking at my favorite place last week.
Chugging along enjoying the park  like I enjoy the park.
All was lovely.

When I came home the back of my ankle started hurting.
Hmm. That's weird.
But, I went about my business.

The next day came along and as I started walking I felt this awful pain.
Where?
The back of my ankle.
I told myself ...'no problem...keep walking...it will work it's way out'.

It did and I was happy.

Next day. Same thing.
And the next.
I happily walked along ignoring the pain.

And then it hit like a ton of bricks.

Not my ankle. That's fine.

Seems I overcompensated for my ankle and did a number on my back.

Ask me if I'm bummed.

I'm on Day 5 of taking it easy / no walks.
I'm bummed.
Boo.

The bright side is while I've been sitting and sitting and sitting I wrote 'You Matter'
And I am reading a wonderful book.
Yes. There is always a bright side.

Today's lesson to me ... ?

The next time a body part is speaking.....Pay Attention !!
My ankle said to stop.
I refused.
So my back said STOP.
Ok. I hear ya.
I PROMISE next time I will pay attention.
Promise.

(Fingers crossed)

:)