Kaylee and I finally got to celebrate her 15th over pizza and chat/catch up.
She is getting so grown up.
And we shared her brownies with the rest of the grands and Nicole when they got back from swimming!
Life is good!
Chris is getting ready for his camping trip with the guys soon...and spending a lot of time checking out the lake.
He finally caught this guy!
A largemouth who had been eluding him for some time in a bankside hole in Yellowwood. He would come out and check out the bait...Chris would watch him...but never take it.
Not anymore!
And a damned fine fish dinner.
The FAIRIES now relocated to the nearby Glen.
Everything green and growing in the Borders and Patio Garden.
The beginnings of tiny new pink rosebuds.
Everything thriving after the heat, sunshine and rain...
Except poor Medusa.
(...remember the silvery gray spiky floof of a Spanish Lavender...)
It shriveled up into a soggy brown wet ball...and summarily died.
(...I'm melting...what a world...what a world...)
And the death of an old nemesis this week, as well.
It was a relief, quite frankly.
We had an over 20+ year love/hate relationship.
There were times I would check obsessively...daily...although that was quite a while back...
And this ne'er-do-well would be there...mocking me...letting me know how fat I had gotten or in more recent years how many pounds I had put back and needed to adjust.
Who needs that kind of negativity in their life?
Monday, when I gave it its pre-cordial thump...the display window was blank.
I gave it a second.
Just to make sure, you know.
Then a third.
Still nothing.
After years...the bathroom scales were dead.
At first I admit, a bit of panic set in.
"OMG..I must replace them! Immediately!"
Thinking of all the years spent adjusting the numbers up and down.
First too thin.
Then too fat.
Sometimes just right.
(...but is it ever...are we ever???)
Then the slow realization that since 2014 I have been wearing the same size. Have stayed within 5-10 pounds of my target body weight.
And I slid the wretched judgmental thing into the Bin Bag...the way I should have years ago.
It was quite satisfying.
I am sixty.
I will NEVER buy another scale.
EVER.
I will never let myself get horribly overweight again...I'll continue with the 5:2 if I feel my clothing get snug.
But I will never be a number on the scales in the morning...ever again.
And I feel pretty damned great about that!
Still no new film and just did a Friday night re-run...but my library and Outreach Program is back in full swing...and not a moment too soon.
This Week's Book
Man-oh-man have I needed this!!!
(...and you do, too...you just don't know it yet...)
The title coming from the old news axiom
"If it Bleeds...it Leads"
Four short stories.
Unrelated to each other.
Each complete...amazing...significant in their own way.
I have read a lot of King...both of his boys, and even one novel by his wife...but this may be the very best, yet.
He just gets better and better...drawing you into each story with the first paragraph.
A must read for the Stephen King
"Constant Reader"
A bask, a bath, a good nap, and maybe some painting tonight!
Have a Great Weekend!