Back To The Grind, Er, Sewing Machine

I spent quite a bit of yesterday shilly-shallying around, playing with the mail, goofing around with unpacking and souvenirs, before getting myself downstairs to start the wash and fire up the sewing machine.  It's not hard sewing or even complex, just putting Lucie's label in.  I hope I do it right.  I'm kind of picky and won't put it where it'll show through.  I guess I need to check with the boss before I go much further.  Durwood dealt with the lion's share of the mail, even Mom got a bunch.  She got a AAA renewal notice and a zero-balance statement from CapitalOne.  I called them to tell them again that Mom won't be driving anywhere or charging anything anytime soon.  Ya know, some days I can be cavalier, make a joke about her being gone and some days I can barely talk.  So I'm guessing I'm normal.  *sigh*  I've never thought I'd be normal once in my life and here I am.  Who knew?  Hey, it's raining.  It didn't rain on us one time when we were on vacation.  That's a testament to the power of my mind.  Yeah, you think it didn't rain because of the weather fronts or the winds or something, don't you?  But you're wrong.  It didn't rain because I'd been waiting since last summer to go to Yellowstone so I wasn't going to tolerate any inhospitable weather.  Nope, not going to tolerate it when we drive, not going to tolerate it when we're visiting the park or monuments, and it's all because of the strength of my mind.  *double bicep muscles*  Is strong like bool.  I've been watching a hummingbird take a bath in the rain.  Durwood made some sugar juice and I contributed a piece of my banana that he covered in honey, then we hung it below the hummingbird feeder so that the hornets go there instead of chasing the hummers away.  And it's working, there're a bunch of drownded hornets in there this morning.  It's time for me to eat some cereal--a mix of flakes, Os, and some fiber-ous wormy looking things--then I get to go get a haircut.  Woohoo, I need a haircut.  Maybe I can even get a hairSTYLE.  Wouldn't that be good?  Did I mention that I don't have the hairdo gene?  I don't.  I can wash my hair.  I can comb my hair.  I can put on gel and comb it.  I can put on a headband--somedays.  See?  Not got the hair gene.  I'll let you know if there's a miracle.

--Barbara