This has been a very busy month. In fact, the busy started back in October, but it's been a good busy. Dick and I got a few Christmas decorations from the attic last weekend and bedecked our home with a very minimalistic approach. As we don't spend Christmas at home, we do only what is necessary and no more. It sure cuts down on the seasonal stress so many are experiencing.
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That my life isn't nearly as interesting to other people as it is to me. See #6
That I am consistently inconsistent
2. Leftovers...are you in the 'reheat and eat' camp or the 'put them in the fridge until they spoil and then toss them' camp? What's your favorite thing to have leftover? What can you not abide as a leftover?
We are definitely in the 'reheat and eat' camp. When I cook, I usually prepare enough to pull out again. I am not about preparing a meal every day from scratch any more. Been there done that!
Favorite thing to warm up is soup.
Cannot abide leftover green salad, but who does that anyway.
3. 'Me time'...your thoughts?
A MUST! When we both retired at the same time, we knew that Dick needs be out of the house and around people as much as I need the opposite. So, he continued his real estate business and I am so perfectly content doing my thing at home all by myself. He is coming home earlier these days, but that is perfectly fine with me. In fact, I've decided we can co-exist quite happily.
4. When people come to you for help, what do they usually want help with?
I don't have a lot of that, but it either involves needs with hospitality at church or someone seeking skin care advise. I happen to be doing that today.
5. If your childhood had a smell what would it be? Tell us why.
It would be a woodsy smell. A couple weeks ago my middle sister and I took a ride to where we lived during the early years of our childhood. As we drove around we remembered building a "Dodge City" among huge tree trunks that had fallen during a hurricane. We pointed out sections of the woods where we had played and constructed houses out of pine straw. We laughed as we recalled a day when we ambushed a neighborhood boy to threaten him to stay out of "our woods." It was at that point we saw a shotgun in his hand. NOTE: This was in the mid 50's in rural Louisiana when carrying a gun was almost as common as sneaking your dad's cigarettes! Anyway, we quickly decided we could share the woods from then on. We also fondly remembered squirrel and armadillo hunting with our dad. So yes, a woodsy smell would suit me just fine.
I am in the midst of blogging about our recent trip to visit family in northern Indiana. (Links HERE and HERE) Again, I am reminded that there are only a very few people who even care what I do, much less take time to read about it. This is one of the frustrating things about blogging. If my blogging were to rely on comments or visits I probably wouldn't do it, but I find that the remembering and recording is important to me. So, in the end, why do I keep blogging? It is for me and that will be enough. For now.