Here are some more random ramblings for you to close out the week...
afternoon at work, I thought I heard someone whisper something and I
said, "Huh?" loud and professional like and when I turned around, no one
was there except for my cub mater who swears she didn't whisper
anything. then she proceeded to tell me how two or three times this past
week she felt a presence and then felt someone poke her in the back and
turned around and no one was there. So, now I'm thinking maybe there is
a ghost that hangs out in our cubicle; although I can't understand why
any ghost would want to hang out there. On the other hand, I could be
totally delirious from the combination of cold medicines and hot toddies
I've had this week. I'm not sure what excuse G would use.
Harry Connick, Jr. has a new CD out and while I would love to give it a
rave review, I've got to be honest and say that I pretty much hate it.
Well, hate is a really strong word, but I dislike it - a lot. It's not
his best work in my opinion. I like more of the old school jazz/big band
sound and this one has more of a Cajun flair to it. You've disappointed
me, Harry. I expected better of you.
My friend Janet invited me
over for dinner last week. We don't see as much of each other as we used
to since I changed churches (yes, I know I still owe this story to you
all) and it was really great to visit with her. As I was leaving, she
sent home with me a large bin of pecans. Someone had given them to her
and her sister and they had already had some cracked for themselves and
she asked if I wanted some. I took a bin home with me and took them to
be cracked the next day. When I brought them in the guy asked me if my
mom had brought some in - I said no, my friend and that she had given me
the ones I had. As it turns out, the bin I got ended up being about 25
pounds of pecans (in the shell). I have been shelling them sever since
and feel as though I may never be done. I'm very grateful to have them
though as pecans are now around $10 per pound and it's rare that I buy
them. Maybe I'll have them all shelled by the end of the month.
grandmother recently let my dad and his siblings go through some of my
grandfather's things - clothes, hats, etc. - and they all were able to
get some things they wanted and some of the grandkids and
grandkid-in-laws got some things as well. The item I wanted is something
my grandmother is not yet ready to part with and that's okay by me. The
following Saturday, I went over to visit with her and ended up taking
home two sweaters that no one wanted (and I have since worn) and also a
binder with a Bible study in it that has my grandfather's handwritten
notes. My mother suggested I ask for it and I'm glad she did because I'm
really thankful to have it. Another treasure I got was a piece of
luggage that belonged to my great-grandfather. It even has his initials
on it. I don't really have any plans for the luggage but am really glad
to have it and can only imagine the adventures it has been on in years
past. Who knows, maybe I'll take it on an adventure or two myself.