Living One Day at a Time

Hello there,



I can't really imagine anyone looking at my blog to see what I wrote; however, I hope you will. What I miss the most about being retired is being with and around people. I am definitely a people person.

I greet even strangers with a smile - a genuine smile. I am a happy person. I am likely to strike up a conversation with anyone. I really love children and they seem to like me.

I am a Christian. Hopefully, the beauty of Jesus is seen in me. I strive to treat others the way I want to be treated. Knowing that God has "His eye on the sparrow" encourages me each day. If He cares about the birds, then I know He cares for me.

This blogging experience is so new to me; I hope that I do it justice.


Senior Moments

Ken will be 70 years old on August 2; I will be 64 on August 30. We have lots of senior moments. They make us laugh. Laughing at oneself helps us realize that life comes with ups and downs.

Ken is gluten intolerant. This means he cannot eat pasta, bread, cakes, etc. As with anything, when we are told NO about something there is always the tendancy to "test" the limits. Ken is no exception. He may say no to breads and pasta, but he will eat some desserts until he begins to break out and itch - then he will behave himself for awhile. Once in a while I will splurge a little and buy him a gluten-free cake mix by Betty Crocker. They do not give these mixes away! To bake it you have to add 3 eggs, a stick of butter, and water. I didn't soften the butter ahead of time so I put it in the microwave in a little pot to soften. Then I got busy doing other things and became frustrated when I "couldn't find my stick of butter". It was the last stick I had and I just knew I had it recently. Where in the world did I put it????? When I finally went back to the cake mix box to see what other items I needed, I remembered where I put the stick of butter. Oh, how my memory lapses!

Thursday, July 22, 2010
This morning Ken took me to the Waffle House for breakfast. We got very lucky and got to park right outside the front door. After we ate, we came out and I headed to the car to start it. I got to the end of the building and turned around to see where Ken was. He was STANDING BY OUR CAR laughing at me! I am so used to parking in the outer banks, that I didn't even see the car parked right out front. Are seniors creatures of habits or what????

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