What does a gal write about when her mind feels blank? A web log seems to be set up to talk about whatever manifests itself as most important at the time of posting. So, what's most important to me right now, after a three-hour unscheduled nap just might have dulled my brain forever? I can't imagine, but I can at least try.
Today I lunched with the two women I taught with for around a decade and a half. We get together three times a year -- have done since we retired. Ostensibly, it's to celebrate our birthdays, and this was mine; only two months, one week and a day late. Not bad. We aren't always in town together, but where there's a will, there's a way (to quote a cliche older than I am). I feel fortunate, since both these friends are widowed. We ate at the Home Town Buffet, and I 'pigged out'. Perhaps that's the real reason for the briain shut-down.
We laughed again at the time we stood, still conversing, outside The Olive Garden when a cab pulled up. The cabbie rolled down the window and in a rather thick Brooklyn accent, asked, "Could you ladies help me?" Of course, we love to help. Why else would we have become teachers? We stepped forward, crowding around him as he gestured toward the open street guide resting on his steering wheel. Desperately, he pleaded, "Do you spell 'Juanita' with an 'H' or a 'W'?"
(So much for trying! I've already deleted the rest of the boring recital. Somehow, my thoughts lack the passion I need. I even stopped and wolfed down four Halloween-sized Hershey bars, but so far they haven't helped. Maybe talking about the books I'm currently reading, will arouse me. Okay, Anna, keep tring.)
A granddaughter ordered some books online and found she could get one more for practically no more cost, so she added "Rich Dad, Poor Dad". When it came, she loaned it to her dad, who read it and brought it to me. Interesting to read, so far. I've also watched the DVR of, and am now reading, "The Secret", and these two books compliment each other amazingly. Both stress that our thoughts are the most powerful tool we can ever own, and that good thoughts attract good happenings. Who knows? Could this mean that my life has been so 'easy' because I've always expected it to be?
Right now, the easiest thing I can think to do is to go to bed. Goodnight.