We had company for 10 days, and our guest just left this morning. It was a great visit, but it is weird sharing your space with someone different. Dale and I have lived together more than 46 years, so we have this rhythm that probably seems dysfunctional to everyone else. It’s like osmosis gone bad.
My sister-in-law, our guest, is kind of a picky eater. My sister is as well. That can be challenging for foodies. As a couple, our superpower is that we like virtually anything edible and pretty much eat on the same schedule. That’s good.
Friends used to call us the camels, because we can go all day without consuming much of anything and then make up for it later. That’s bad, because it’s probably not healthy and most people don’t live like that. We forget other people have to eat. Still, we managed and nobody starved.
The solution, like so many solutions, involved pizza – twice – and then separate pies to accommodate topping preferences. I’m not sure pizza as therapy is sustainable, but it works in the short-term.
The weather is betweenish. Cool some days and then back to heat. I’m ready for fall food, but it doesn’t seem quite right. I like it chilly before I start in on the soups and stews. But it’s good golf weather, and in the end, it’s all about golf. We’re currently playing best two out of three rounds for the women’s club championship, and after two rounds, I have a three-stroke lead.
I don’t know how that happened! I’m usually so terrible at competition, but I have worked on my mental game, which must be the key. I believe learning to lose has helped me enjoy the occasional win. That, and physical therapy, which has strengthened my core.
Anyway, the person in second place is a much better golfer, but she hasn’t played as well as she normally does. She will most likely blow me out of the water in the final round. And I’m surprised to find myself looking forward to seeing how I fare, warts and all. I think this is called evolving.
A brief political update:
As regular readers will know, I am a U.S. Army veteran, and my husband is a retired Army major. I was trained as a military journalist at the Defense Information School (DINFOS), which is the same place JD Vance went, except I turned out OK.
For years, I have followed Trump’s disrespect for the military and have been surprised people don’t know the extent of his disdain or do and would vote for him anyway. I thought maybe a little summary would help a few undecideds.
Although I didn’t write it from scratch, I went through all the news accounts, reorganized the information, changed the wording a bit and pieced together a one-pager you may share. Or you can use it as talking points for your political discussions with friends.
“A Shameful Pattern of Disrespect” is here on my downloads page.
Hi Donna! I love pizza too and it always satisfies one’s taste buds.
Thanks for sharing the attachments. In 1969 I raised my right hand and enlisted in the Air Force. I was lucky number 6 in the first draft lottery. I was in college at the time so a decision was made to serve my country.
I’m grateful everyday to live in this country of ours.
Be well, Russ
Thank you for your service! And for the kind feedback. I just realized my download page isn’t showing the download button, but I will continue to work on that so you can save and print.
I am with you. I can’t understand why anyone would vote for such a disrespectful and weak person. I’ll stop with the adjectives here.
It is very difficult to understand. By the way, I was able to solve the download problem. The document is enlarged, and there’s a toolbar with a download option.
“the same place JD Vance went, except I turned out OK.”
A brilliant line. Made me laugh.
Thanks for the comprehensive list of 10 reasons why.
I liked that line, too!
While I knew he said a lot of bad things, I hadn’t realized how bad it was until I put it all together. You tend to forget when it trickles out over time.
The thumbs up in the cemetery. What on earth does that even mean?
I really don’t know. I guess, we’re not supposed to be here, we’re here, ha, ha, ha?
Yikes, 10 days! That is a long time to have a house guest.
In reading your summery, I realized that I have forgotten many of the horrible things he has done. Hopefully, after November 5th, we can wash his and JD’s filth from our collective conscience.
She lives in Maine, and we’re in California. It’s a long haul, so we always shoot for 10 days when we travel either way. It does push the boundaries, but all in all, it works.
Let us all hope we shall see the end of the hate.
I just got my house back after only 5 days of guests. In the words to his kids one day, a friend said, “Leave her alone. She’s old & she’s used to living by herself.” Truer words were never spoken. Friends have a one tp roll limit – when the roll of tp is gone, so are the houseguests! Having said all that, I truly do enjoy hosting then revel in the quiet & solitude after.
That is so funny. I’m a toilet paper hog, so I wouldn’t last long! It was a good visit, but we enjoyed our quiet day yesterday with no one else here.