Back Atcha

I was going to blog this morning, but as usual ran out of time. I don't know where the time goes.

I loved the quote at the beginning of your blog, Lizzie. Now when I am old and senile will you all still be my old sisters or new sisters??? Sometimes I feel like I am about there. Gosh, today I volunteered at the TP in the kitchen and of course I was the old person - real old compared to those 19 and 20 year old people. Geez. That is when I begin to feel my age. One of the women was 50 something and Michael ask me how old I was. I nearly told him 78 just for the shock reaction, but it seemed 68 was enough of a shock for a 19 year old. He ask me how old my children were and when I told him he said his dad was 42. Good for him. LOL

Somehow the girl that does the scheduling must have accidentally put me down for cooking instead of spinning so I cooked for the first time today with Carolyn that is usually in the kitchen. She showed me how to build the fire to get the coals to cook the fried potatoes. Next time I see my name on the cooking list I think I will research some recipes from the 1700's and bring the ingredients because you never know what is available. I am enjoying volunteering. Most of the people that work there like working in the kitchen building because it is much more relaxed than in the palace.


I know you are not looking for sympathy, but I am sorry your legs still hurt. How are you doing with them at work? Do you have to do a lot of walking with your job? Are you getting more used to the new surroundings and stresses of the job?


Where are you little sister, Susan? How was the primitive camping? Are you even reading these blogs? Huh?


Now that you are having a little vacation from chemo are you working yourself crazy, Diane? I am sure there is plenty to do. How is the salsa this year? Hot? Make a little mild so when I come I won't kill all my taste buds. Joking!


I am still trying to recover from my trip from hell. The older I get the more tired I get from sitting in the airports wondering if I am going to get on the plane I listed for. I thought I would never ever get home. I finally drove in our driveway at 10:30 p.m. on Sunday night. I am hoping when I come home in August for my reunion I won't have as much trouble.

Being at Troy and Bobbie's was pleasant though. Troy was gone a few of those days and I enjoyed getting to know Bobbie a little bit better. She was probably glad I was gone though.

There are probably other things I overlooked that were in your blog, Lizzie, but I need to do a few things around here before it gets too late.

Oh, I was talking to Gordon a little while ago and he said he might stop by the Hey Hey on Sunday.

When is the date again for Sarah and Paul's wedding? I would like to send them something.

That is it for now. Love you all.

Lori