A DO LITTLE DAY!

Sat. night, 8-23-08:  I didn't do much today...one load of laundry.  I didn't even get it folded.  I don't care.  I have been reading and floating in the pool. Craig went to a car show today with a couple of his friends.  I just floated in the pool.  I did swim a little but the water is still pretty cold.  My friend did not come today. (I knew she might not)  She wants to come over tomorrow but I don't think that will work for me.  It sure can be hard to get together with people. While I was in the pool the most amazing cloud was overhead.  I decided to get out and get my camera.  Of course when I came back outside that cloud was gone.  But, I laid there on my raft, camera ready, and caught what I hope to be some awesome shots.  One looked like an old woman kissing a baby.  I will post them when I get them developed.  It is always peaceful to me in the pool.  I listen to the bugs, birds, and wind.  Sometimes, I cry there.  But always it is a place to rest and/or reflect. (And work on my tan...lol) When I went outside this morning there was a truck in my drive.  I asked Craig who's it was.  He said, "Mine."  "Excuse me?"  "Mine/ours."  I told him he could have at least consulted me.  He said he didn't want to argue about it.  Actually, I am glad.  Now, Adam can have Craig's small Nissan truck and get a job.  That has been an issue.  I just couldn't seem to get Craig to understand we were going to have to help Adam with a vehicle.  He kept complaining about Adam not working and I kept telling him he has to have transportation in order to work.  Anyway, it is a very nice Ford truck that a friend of ours had.  We know it has been taken care of.  Of course, it will be a gas hog but we don't drive too much except for too and from work.  Craig and I seem to have real communication problems...... Scotty story:  When Scott was 3, I was a stay-at-home Mom.  We had a HUGE tree in the back yard with really soft dirt under it from the kids playing.  Scott loved to play with his Hot Wheel cars in that dirt.  I could watch him from the kitchen window and do the dishes. (No dishwasher, then)  He loved being outside!  It was early fall and I put his little red windbreaker on and pulled his hood on.  I opened the side door for him and he stepped out.  I started toward the window when Scott came back in and said, "Somebody frew someping at me!"  He was clearly not happy about it. Indignant, even. I looked out the door, also very indignant, and saw no one.  I told him I thought it would be fine and I didn't know what happened because no one was there.  As he turned around to head back out the door, I saw, on the back of his hood, a VERY large bird dropping!  I laughed so hard, cleaned it up, and sent him on his Hot Wheel mission.  It was so funny and cute.