The Week's Soup...

This is the color that says "No Trespassing".  That's the rule.  So instead of tacking signs up that blow away, we paint.  We paint corner posts and paint again a few yards later. The buckets of "No Trespassing" paint sell for high prices but we just choose a color that's close and save twenty bucks.  Simple solutions are nice.

Spent two days at work, working around the normal duties, trying to find a book keeping error.  Just when I thought I had the solution fixed in my head, someone would come in or the phone would ring and I would lose my train of thought.  Finally found it, fixed it, I hope...a simple math error but sure was frustrating tracking it down.

Talked to a lady that was not enjoying retirement at all!  This I find difficult to believe, since that is what I breathe for!  I said, Do you not have a hobby?  I read, she said.  I asked, You don't paint, sew, crochet, photograph, write nor take long walks outdoors? Nope, she says, I miss not having anything to do.  Even though, she was older than me, I knew my parents didn't raise her.  I kinda feel sorry for her because of all the things she's missing.  When I retire, all I will miss is that extra paycheck.

Tried to photograph the moon last night through the kitchen window...no luck.  It was beautiful but not beautiful enough to dress in winter garb and try the shooting outside.

I did capture the frost on the front outside door glass, as I let Maggie out this morning.  With that one swoosh of cold air, I knew I was NOT going on a walk this morning!

I'm still a little frustrated with no-reply-comment bloggers.  I love to reply personally to each person's comments.  I receive my comments by email, saves a little time because rarely do I go back to a post after it's up.  That's done, that's written, time to move on.  If you use NRC, I'm not high-hatting you, I just don't post replies to comments on my blog.  That's just how my cookie crumbles.  There a way to go into settings and fix this, so your email comes up instead of NRC, if you're interested, otherwise...

Friday, grandson Andrew and I begin our trip of a lifetime.  BB KING in concert, in a strange place with no GPS and with my great talent of getting lost, I'm sure this event will produce many hair-raising adventures.

I guess, you're thinking, Where's the Soup?  Well, this is it, a mix of all the ingredients of my week...that's what soup is, after all.