Feeling awful . . .

Voila!

I've come to a conclusion . . . my 70 year old bones and sinews do not like heavy, humid weather. Incredible lassitude and dullness of wit is my fate. I don't like to put the air-conditioners on but at some point I seem to need them just to pull myself together. Have taken to a milder form of exercise, just plain indoor walking, and listening to my audio books. The birds are eating us out of house and home; the taxes are $8 less than last year even with the lowered evaluation; feel like I'm on some infernal tread mill; at least it's moving so slowly I can get off at will! So, I guess I will perk up, sit down and play some cool music! Puppies's Pop is off to the flying field and I'll be off to Mass in a couple of hours.

Kiddo and Grampa put together and painted a really neat swordfish this weekend and he read me so many corny jokes that I'm still laughing at all of the puns. Think I'll try to find him some more jokes. He has no clue that he's reading to me and enjoying reading! He just loves jokes especially when this old Mémère doesn't get them and he has to slow down and explain them!

Had a really good time last evening when I went with Tea to see the Mohegan Sun lose to the Phoenix Mercury. I don't like to see them lose but they have three of their best players in street clothes with all kinds of ailments and the Mercury have Diana Taurasi, my favorite player of all time at UCONN! Brittney Griner also plays for the Mercury but I was not impressed; she's pretty much of a tall galoot with little finesse but they won fair and square. The Sun were outclassed, out run and not motivated. I think coach Donovan has to insist that they play faster, harder and when Tina Charles is triple teamed someone, anyone, has got to help out and take shots! Yikes, all my expertise and I'm sitting in the stands! Tea and I ate at Johnny Rocket's. I wasn't impressed but it was great because I got a big hug from a former waitress at Lizzy B's who is now working at the casino! That was really nice. We had lost track of her and now we're back on track. Holly lives in Central Village and sees Grampa from the window of her apartment when he goes for coffee. I told her to get her butt in gear and stop at the Diner to say hello. She and her kids are doing fine. Some years ago we gave her our kids bicycles when we were cleaning out the cellar. Time is just flitting right on bye.

Quote:  No human face is exactly the same in its lines on each side; no leaf is perfect in its lobes, and no branch in its symmetry.  -All admit irregularity, as they imply change.  -To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality.  - All things are better, lovelier, and more beloved for the imperfections which have been divinely appointed, that the law of human life may be effort, and the law of human judgment may be mercy.  ___Ruskin