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A View From My Deck in Spring

It is snowing, sleeting, raining, and thundering. Hello Spring!

As promised:

my new shed

Can’t wait to put all my broken flower pots, rusty tools, and my favorite wheel barrel into my new shed. I was pretty nervous before the shed was delivered. I get very anxious when I spend money. When I put my signature on the sales receipt I almost passed out. But I’m happy now. The shed was installed before the perennials broke ground. Now that the shed is here to stay I can design a nice surrounding garden. I sure do hope that those six visits to the gym paid off.

Today I had an impromptu lunch with Carol. I probably shouldn’t write about this but, hey, what the hell, it’s my life and I can write what I want. She picked me up in her car. Carol doesn’t like her car. She’s been complaining about it for years and she is handing it in tonight for a VW. I give her a month of love between her and the car. But that’s not what I shouldn’t be writing about.

We drove to the International Cafe in Bellmore, our usual lunch place. I sometimes order the chopped salad but I haven’t been happy with it the last few times — so, while Carol stepped away to wash her hands, I decided on a BLT on rye. She comes back, sits down and says, “Should we order the usual?” The usual is a large Belgian waffle with strawberries and whipped cream. I looked at her and must have given her a pained look because she then said, “Oh, are we getting an omelette and salad?” I was speechless. I was weak. I fell apart and said, “Absolutely, waffles. Let’s just keep it a secret,” I blurted.

We ate, we babbled, we ate some more. We talked about books we read — no details — apparently neither of us are good with details. We both said lame stuff to the waitress and left her a good tip.

One more time: Let’s keep this whole waffle thing a secret. If no one knows, then no weight is gained.


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happYness meter

I read Ask Amy this morning. A 14 year old girl wanted to have sex with her boyfriend. The girl confided in her grandmother first and grandma said whatever pleases you but don’t tell your mother. She then went to her mom and her mom suggested they wait 6 months to see if the relationship lasted.  “You didn’t comment,” blurbs Drew “and you already read Amy’s answer!”  Wow, what’s to say . . . 14 and the mom says wait awhile? Will my girls come to me when they are ready to have sex . . . I’m sure they will — but they haven’t yet!

i’m definitely taking off on friday, are you free for waffles? c

Of course I’m free for waffles. I love those belgian waffles with whipped cream and strawberries from International Delight Cafe. Carol and I met at 11:15. I was only kidding when I said I shouldn’t eat a waffle because I gained 5 pounds. I didn’t expect Carol to jump on it . . . “we can order egg white omelettes instead. I had a waffle yesterday at home,” she quipped. “What how could you do this to me? You knew we had a waffle date? I’ve been dreaming of this all week,” I shot back at her. “It was a snow day, I had a waffle.” She didn’t care. I felt betrayed but I didn’t let on. I ordered my waffle and Carol ordered a veggie egg white omelette with rye toast and sweet potato fries. So I gave her a bit of my waffle and I picked at her sweet potato fries which, by the way, were the best . . . nice and crunchy. (There is something seriously wrong with eating an egg without the yolk.)

We chatted about books we read. “What are you reading now?” “Can’t remember the title.” “What’s it about.” “Um, I’m not sure.” “Who’s the author?” “I don’t know something with a C in it.” “I have to go to the bathroom.” “What were we talking about?” We talked about the kids. “Busy, happy. Yours?” “Yeah, busy, happy.” We talked about the Andys. “Mine’s fine and yours?” “Ditto.”

And then Carol brought up Oprah. Apparently Goldie Hawn was on her show yesterday and she is now on a mission to teach people to be happier. I googled Oprah and Goldie and decided to take the happiness quiz.  I did pick up some interesting tips. Did you know that:  A Harvard University study has shown that spending just 10 minutes each day sitting and breathing — doing absolutely nothing — will increase your happiness. (Just 10 minutes? Wow, I am overdosing on this stuff!) — Research from Dan Buettner’s book, Blue Zones, shows that while having a child is stressful, a parent’s happiness rises after the child turns 18 years old…and it keeps rising! (Yes!!!) — For ultimate happiness, watch between half an hour to one hour of TV per day.  (Ultimate happiness??) — Experts at the National Institute of Health say you should have at least two close friends for maximum happiness. (Yay, I’m happy to the max!) —Studies show that money can make you happier, but only to a point: According to Princeton University, happiness maxes out once you earn $75,000 per year for a family of four. (Interesting!?)

Goldie’s Happiness Quiz

Well that’s that – –  I’m happy. I’m prettaaaaay, prettaaaaay, pretty happy!

Dinner tonight: undecided

xox


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