Gravel Road Musings

So, I whined a lot yesterday about being sick and about all the things that never happen to me are happening to me, well guess what?  One more thing has happened!!!!!!!  I have pretty much officially lost my voice.  As in I didn't work today, because I really can barely talk, even worse than the last few days.  Now, with enough effort, I can get audible sentences at all times, but in no way would I be having a shouting contest with anyone.  So, I just want to know if I have been humbled enough by all this that I can soon start to feel better again. And I keep reading about this virtuous woman.  I'm doing this study from GoodMorningGirls blog and it has really helped the Proverbs 31 woman to not be so lofty and out of reach.  I don't know if it's all accurate in the details, but the lady who wrote the e-book to go with it takes the verses and brings them down to our times.  "Bringeth her food from afar,"  equals scrupulous and frugal shoppin...

This third decade things isn't working out so well for me.  I told my co-worker today that I think I will have to skip the 30's and go straight to the 40's.  She thought maybe old age would be easier to handle than sickness?  I don't know, but being sick has sure not blossomed into anything wonderful. I don't get sick and I certainly don't get the "flu", and I don't run fevers either.  All of these high-falutin' statements have crumbled around my feet in the last 5 days.  I have been sick, I have run fevers up to 101.5, and I think I got the icky nasty "flu".  Sick enough, that the flu shot is sounding very tempting for next year and I am one that laughs at that shot.  But since Saturday afternoon, all that has gotten done around this joint was the dishes one time (and then not even put away yet).  And now, I did manage to get a load of laundry in the washer and dryer and need to dredge up the courage to get off the couch and go put...

It's a slow day in the life of the little country clinic.  Everybody must be working frantically to get all their hay in before possible rain.  It's funny, really, how we always have a reason for a slow day.  Either it's too nice to go to the doctor, or it's too rainy or whatever.  Always a reason.  :):) A slow day every now and then is nice though, really.  Nobody wants to answer the phone either, it seems, because my inbox is full of people who don't answer their phones.. I hope nobody minds my small rants on here about life and how you should behave at the doctor's office.  Unfortunately, I don't go through the list each time I go on here to see what has been ranted about previously, so if I repeat myself, just bear with me and chalk up to early-onset dementia. Speaking of dementia, I bet you were all expecting a big rant to come up.  Well, it would have, but right now I can't think what I wanted to rant about anymore.  Sad, isn't it? ...

From this: just plain and dirty tannish pots To This: Supposed to look old-fashioned, expensive, granite pots.  I am quite happy with how they turned out and now they are filled with geraniums, petunias, and allysum.  I guess I was going to post a picture of the filled pots, but I don't have one and they aren't very nice yet, so we will have to wait and see.   I finally finished it.  It's name?  "Kiss me Kate"  I like it quite a lot.  It is all scrap material, with no rhyme or reason.  Now, I want to go sew some more.