Thursday April 26 2007

Recycled

Today Joe and I went to town. He had a doctor appointment to see about changing some of his medicine. We left about 9 a.m. Stopped at a couple of the automotive places for him to get parts and oil. Then drove out to my framers where I left off four small pieces of artwork to be framed. The are to be done in time to take them to the WAA Convention. I picked up the finished drawing Judy gave me of Buster, and it really turned out nice.

Walked the dogs and went to the clinic, where it was the usual waiting and seeing the doctor scenario. Dr. Boyle also told me a little more about my emergency room visit and said it was o.k. for me to drive now, but to be aware if I started having any symptoms of pain or nausea. I would sure hate to be somewhere alone and far away if I conked out again though. I learned today that all the churches had me on their prayer lists as soon as it happened, and I didn't even know it until now.

We met James and Kathy for lunch at the Patio. Joe and I had the special Taco salads. They are leaving tomorrow for a month's visit back to see their family in Georgia. Down to Falers for a few groceries and back home. Got the groceries put away and fixed us French dip sandwiches for dinner. I had gotten some really nice strawberries and we had them for dessert. Strawberries have been wonderful this year.

Then I felt like I had enough time to finish a travel story I started about a year ago. I got all of it finished o.k. but couldn't remember how I came home, or if I did anything special on the way back. Just too long ago. I tried looking up my receipts and couldn't find a thing that way, so just ended it with what I did remember. I think I know but I'm not sure. Maybe it will come back to me. I should have finished it when I started it.

This morning I had to take the polish off my expensive manicure I had it so chipped up. Broke one nail down to the quick. It hasn't even been a week. So much for that.

A very large helicopter went over the house tonight just after dark. I wonder what that was about. I'll ask Sandra and she will probably know - they run the airport FBO. I never heard of FBO until I knew Sandra. It means Fixed Base Operator, something like that, and they work in General Aviation which means a place for private planes to land as opposed to commercial airliners or the military. Kind of neat actually. That's where my friend Melita caters meals for wealthy people who own private jets.