What a wacky week! It actually snowed here. The weather man said it was only the 34th time this has happened in the last 100 years. I decorated my Grandmother’s house (inside and out) with the help of my Mom. We could have given Ethel and Lucy a real run for their money. (Complete with our very own “Christmas Miracle!” which involved a section of broken lights, a garden hoe, and A LOT of laughing!) I lost and then found my Manchester Kitty… he was hiding in the bed. (No, not under the covers, but inside the box spring!) And finally, I attended a Christmas parade that included unusually large reptiles and a Porta-Potty.
Being in SE Texas makes me feel not quite like myself. It’s all so familiar, yet so strange. I end up wanting to do things that I would NEVER want to do, like play golf, have babies and listen to country music. I mean… Really? Who is this crazy person?! I know it’s all temporary, with my weighted center of normal falling just a little off kilter!