What can one say about lowly toast? It can sometimes be the only satisfying food substance, even when trying to avoid gluten or carbs. There are times that nothing else will foot the bill. What? That’s a strange saying! Hold on, I need to look that up.
Okay. Not a good use of the idiom. But neither does ‘fit the bill.’
And what does that have to do with toast?
This might have been a fun topic to discuss after a round of toasts.
Let’s just give a toast to Toast!
But for the pad beneath my well padded body I could have slept so much better.
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A couple of years ago I bought my family enough air mattresses, tents, and sleeping bags that we could have gone camping a few times. But I seemed to be the only one trying. So I was glad my friend was brave and invited me on her camping adventures.
When my brother and I were kids, our parents took us on 3 weeks of camping every year. We didn’t realize then what a sacrifice it was for them. Dad never took a day off work saving up the time. Mom scraped every penny, and then her sacrificed her health as she packed and stored camp foods then directed the Tetris of car packing. All of that had her nervous tummy upset and dying between gas station restrooms.
Speaking of penny pinching… Mom never let us have much sugar. As much as she could be in the 50s and 60s she was health minded. So a way to control both money spent on junk food, she’d allow us to gather empty coke bottles to turn in at the general store near camp and with that money we could buy candy bars or chips
Anyway, we had air mattresses at first. Just those kinds you can paddle around the lake to float on. They held up to the fun, but invariably all the air was gone by morning cold and I’d be sleeping on rocks. My padding was not thick enough then, either.
So this was my second camping trip with my friend. The air mattresses and blowing up process didn’t coordinate properly for me, so I couldn’t close off the escape of air on time. So I little enjoyed the rocky sea of a half inflated mattress, falling off, or finding it impossible to get up to standing. Finally, I emptied it. I assumed flat on the ground would be better.
But with a Target 10 minutes away, we looked for other necessities. I found a mattress topper that could later be used by my husband on his home hospital bed to keep him from slipping when sitting up in the bed.
This proved the perfect pad. I slept well–except the new campers kept us awake until 3. Our previous camping neighbors were a family group far larger and were fun and minded the 10 pm quiet time rules.
Today I napped a lot, my own bed. Nap pad.๐ค
Let me put this plainly. Getting older isn’t simple. I used to rearrange the furniture quite often. Getting ready for company took hardly any effort. I haven’t even started packing. I do have a list. Hopefully, because it is for camping, it’ll be simple.
Even so…
When you dance toe-to-toe,
You could end with kids in tow.
I don’t dance, except alone,
Just me, ‘like a complete unknown.’
At first blush, when the sun colored the world in pinks and purples, I realized I was once again still walking around in that literary place of my latest read.
My physical realm made me aware the AC was cracking ice cubes. So I pulled up the covers and wrapped around the dog and cat taking up the bed real estate.
When I walked into the living room hours later, my husband asked, Another good book?”
I felt the blush and laughed. Then came the coffee.
Quiet.
Not my life. I don’t know quiet. Yet I live in the desert in a tiny frontier town.ย When the power went out it was silent for one minute. Then we all started talking. And as long as there was a long battery life, my stories continued. Well, the downloaded ones.
But it started me thinking. Let’s say there was a solar storm or whatever. How would life change?
I don’t have unlimited yarn, but I could knit and crochet for quite a while. And though it might seem noiseless, counting must happen. And the more sound around me, the more loudly I count.
I could draw or paint. I have a few diamond paintings ahead but after those are gone I might have to invent my own with all the leftovers from previous projects.
But the noise within me would start screaming. ADHD does not do quiet.
Though I might play my keyboards until the batteries go kaputt.
But look at my noise! Piano, recorders, violin, and uke. I can play and sing and read aloud forever! I’m no quitter!
And maybe we would spend a lot more time getting to know our neighbors. What’s stopping us? Well, that’s the question!
What is happening to my days? But by bit time is chipped away until here it is at bedtime.
As a child my mother wanted me to have curly hair. She or my aunt gave me perms. Ugh! I hated it! And it took forever to grow out. It wasn’t so much curly as frizzy.
In sixth grade I had a thing for Shirley Temple. I used those pink sponge rollers, or mom would use rags to curl my hair into those ringlets. I loved Ms. Temples songs, shows, and dances.
My teen years found me using coke, orange juice, or coffee cans as rollers as Cher straight hair was in. I couldn’t find pics, sorry.
Open the lid and there it is. Another mystery solved.
Our 4th was memorable. Was yours? I hope you had fun.
Mouth wide open barking incessantly calls for insert foot. But we love Milo. (And are sorry the big noises scare him.) And that mouth is big. I treasure my foot. Besides, that foot embarrassment belongs to me. I need it several times a day.
Don’t open the fridge. Waiting for the electricity to come on again. With it on, our TV noise protects the furry friends’ ears from the booming outside. But oops, there it’s out again. The quiet is overwhelming until the frantic barking starts again.
What to do? We are going through withdrawal from tech.
What if this was it? It’s off for good. What would we do? Was it sun spots or some sci-fi anomaly?
This is when I worry about my family scattered out days walking if it came to it. Yeah, that Pandora’s box pops like the weasel.
Well, we’ll deal with that when we can.
Look I can knit, play piano, clean and organize, walk outside. Open the door, open the gate.
Oops, forgot my water, holder, cards. Where is my license?
All that led to the printer. Yep. There it is.
It’s funny. As I looked for a picture of a plug, I got mostly like the above. Our tech lives don’t seem to leave time for the leisure.
I did think of the plugs of hair on my dolls when I was little. And suddenly a picture of a toilet came up. Ugh!
I did have a nice stream of many ideas flooding through earlier, but I think that stream got plugged. ๐ซฃ
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