Saturday we have the spring jubilee on Main street.
People bring their plants both home grown and commercial.
Artisan bring jewelry, basket, clothing, garden decorations etc..
Last row is my favorite : FOOD
Cajun, BBQ like only the sOuth knows how to make it, then there is pastry of sorts spot (being a Belgian, I am very picky) they do a nice beignet but I still go to
the funnel cake and smear my face with powdered sugar not to mention the top of my dress. If yours boobs stick out you share the food!
Now going back and forth is the trick so I was going to be quiet and not tell of
my adventure to downtown but Brie got me on it before i uttered a word and she
found a great soul to bring me and pick me up.
I am saving the rest of my month budget for the trip.
It is a long week end, Memorial week end. Beginning of Summer officially with
people bringing out the BBQ machines which are GETTING BIGGER and bigger.
You would think people are going to cater to 100 or more in their yards.
Due to budget cuts in every town (nearly broke) the fireworks will be a NO GO this year.For the 4th of July that is. Why do we need that anyway? Messes up the sky and some dumb soul always gets hurt. People go to S C to get home fireworks which are illegal in N C. Go figure!!
2 1/2 more weeks before we can have another xray and see if the back is healed,dr. Bones is very strict about all that. Yikes he told Sabrina off. Looks like this gorgeous Dr also has a bit of a temper.
My urologist is a doll and he gave me the full healthy OK to go on living with one kidney. I need to be nice to that organ and drink a lot...water..that is.
The other day at lunch I was playing grown up and had a mimosa, told myself that I did not have my orange juice that day so I deserved this treat. I ignored the price tag.
It was too much champagne for my taste and I did not even have a tiny buzzzzzz.
Thought it would help with the back pain...nah...back to pill.
It did mess up with the psoriasis as I knew it would.
Have not been able to sit on my work chair to do beading, hope to do it soon.
Oh, on Sunday the crew from Stone Crazy Gardens comes minus the main chief but the garden will be tackled. My neighbors will be pleased and unfortunately I worry about what they think even if one of them I no longer speak to.
It's not like the old days, I have been here 36 years, people come and go but in 13 years of struggle with old Bob no one ever came to my door to see if I needed something from the store.
The other day someone called , she used to have a shop near mine , she asked "How is Bob"? I said : "Dead!". She must have fallen in her chair. "But, Jeannot she said, it was not in the paper"
My reply: "That is right, I did not think that anyone was interested about his passing since no one was at my door nor the telephone for 13 years while he was still alive, albeit sick"
The conversation was short!
The friends who had been there for me knew the same day when he left us.
They did not have to read the obituaries.
Maybe I am wrong about this but I am following my heart.
In fact I was with my best friend that day.
Last night Bob was in my dream he was coming towards Sabrina and I and gave us the biggest hug. I was so glad to see him. He looked so silly. He had two large roses pinned on his chest and flowers in his hair and said"There is a party somewhere".
It was so unlike him, I just kept on laughing. It was so nice to hear his voice and he seemed to remember things.
What I did not like that AGAIN I was trying to reach for things and could not.
Could not walk properly could not move my legs but halfway, been doing that for awhile now, a repeated dream.....geez that better not be a sign that............never mind...my British friend Christ Brand said : Dreams are rubbish!