The Well Seems to Be Dry . . .

There is nothing coming through the pipeline. In close to five years of blogging, there have been few times when I didn't have an idea summering on the back burner for the next post. I emptied my brain, seemingly, on the most recent episode of Random Ramblings.

I suppose I could discuss at length the difficulty of maintaining the weight loss I worked so hard for a year ago now. Why is it so hard???

I could rant about the escalating gas prices that are skyrocketing every hour, literally. I liked what someone said who called in to our local paper - not quoted, but close - raising gas prices because something might happen in the Middle East is like farmers increasing their prices because it might hail sometime in the future.

I could talk about how much I'd like to be "really" retired and have the freedom to do what we want to when we want to. I don't see that happening in the foreseeable future, but miracles still do happen! But I should add that every time I go up and visit my friends in the old workplace, I am thankful to not have to get up and go there every day - the memories are sweet and I'm happy to keep it that way.

I could tell you about the blessings we have received as a family in the last few months - most recently the outrageous offering that was collected by our small Sunday evening crowd when Kevin shared his heart last week-end. Such generosity!

I could tell you all about my latest dental appointment- a filling and a crown, which ended up taking 3 hours and cost an arm and a leg, and left my right jaw sore for days afterward. But I won't go there.

I could share with you the joys of helping sell, collect money for, and deliver Girl Scout cookies - something I hope to never have to do again. She sold 88 boxes, which was plenty for us. Some of her fellow scouts sold over 500 - I can't even imagine.

I could complain about snoring - in general and specifically. And I could ask how in the world one can snore and not know it - but have to believe it, because why would one's loving husband make up such a horrible thing? But on the other side, snoring is why I am not asleep right not - I feel bad always poking and prodding the love of my life - he's much kinder to me when I'm the guilty party. Oh, the joys of aging!

I could talk about feeling like a piece of bologna in the sandwich generation - and how much I dislike bologna.

I could always discuss the weather - never boring around here. We've had a few lovely spring-like days, but are headed back into winter tomorrow, they say. DC went skiing today and sat in a pretty major jam west of the Eisenhower Tunnel after a semi jackknifed on that busy highway at that busy time of the day. But all is well. There are a few brave tulips beginning to break through the cold ground - we are so excited to see what is going to come up this spring, since DC planted dozens more bulbs last fall.

Well, I guess I should stop talking about the things I could talk about and tell you one more little story about "the little rascals.." I shared some of their escapades in my last rambling post. One thing really fun about the twins is their willingness to help. What a great trait to encourage. The other day Feisty was in the tub and I had forgotten to get her a wash cloth from the hall closet. I asked the twins if they'd go get her one. I then forgot all about it until I heard Feisty say, "There are 32 now!" I couldn't figure out what she was talking about until I went in to the bathroom to find all of these in the tub with her:



They took out every "odds and ends" washcloth and towel that they could reach and threw them in the tub. Why Feisty waited so long to let me know is beyond me. But after the initial aggravation, I have to admit it gave me a good chuckle. I hope it does the same for you!

Have a wonderful, blessed week-end.