Hi all, think that is really a word.  I sold my home that we owned for 33 years, last month.  I thought I would be glad to have it sold, but I didn't realize just how relieved I would be.  My friends, and some strangers, (I'm sure), never want to hear another word about how I feel about not owning a house anymore.  Now, when someone tells me they want to buy a house, I wonder why they want that responsibility,  Let's forget they are 30 and I'm 70.  At first, while I love this apartment and the location, my sister is next door, and there is nobody above or below me and I have a nice front yard with a little patio, something was missing.  Then gradually, things began to change, my kids came for lunch, all the grandchildren came for visits with or without their parents and after about a month, things changed again.  The apartment now has MEMORIES.  None of my husband but he wouldn't have been happy here anyway, so it's just as well.  He was very sick and then bed-ridden for 3 months before he died, and nothing pleased him so he really was miserable.  I still consider it a blessing God took him when He did and that was 10 years ago. 

Well, I really got off the subject, the good thing about this journal, is that you can stop reading whenever you want to, and it won't be rude.  A shingle came off the roof in the high wind last week and the guy mowing the lawn ran right over it and cut it into many pieces.  Sound familiar?  Since this is my first spring in my new home, all kinds of things are popping up in the little flower bed.  Oops, bird feeder needs more seeds.  Take care.

  Sadly, my female lovebird died some time ago.  Now, I would like to replace her,but I'm worried about the male accepting a new mate.  In this apartment, there isn't room for a second cage if he won't.  When I had finches, I also had a large basement and would just add another cage as I needed it.  Some time the pet stores would take the little ones and sometime they wouldn't.  Anyway, that isn't my problem now.  

What will I do if I get another bird and can't keep her in the same cage.  Is it probable that they will get along ok and should  I try it, or is it a given, that they won't.  Don't think the store will take back a bird with missing feathers. I'm collecting a consensus of opinions I guess.  Most people around here say that they probably won't get along well to gether.  But I want another one. (Oh poor me). 

If you feel like smiling or laughting out loud at my problem feel free to do so.  I laugh a lot at  myself, in fact, I think I might be my best entertainment.

The title is very misleading, unless you read what I have to say about my mom of 73 years, (my age). Mom was 98 in March of 2008, and she is still doing pretty much as she pleases.  She lives alone, dad died in 1996, but has a house cleaner  but my two sisters and I  take turns doing her errands, including the wash, because the laundry room is down stairs.  She doesn't do stairs nor does she drive.  She goes for her checkups regularly, medical, eye ,and teeth, which are real.  More than I can say for mine.  Now, about the new part, she isn't the mom who raised her family, that mom was strick and very busy taking of us and her house.  Also, her brothers and sister were living then and she spend her fee time visiting with them.  The children were sent off to play quietly, some place away from the grown-ups.  Sound familiar?  Her parents were first generation Germans.  No back talk, no opinions and surely no free-thinking.  In all fairness, I had a wonderful childhood, I was loved and well cared for, but I don't remember my mom being any fun to be around.  We preferred playing with our friends.  Now, suddenly for the last 5 or 6 years, things have changed.  We play games with her and laugh and joke and even now and then get an ,'improper", word in.  She actually thinks  this is funny and laughs out loud.  That is something I don't  remember hearing her do in all the years I was growing up, although she may have.  She is most always in a good mood and never complains about much of anything, something doesn't go her way, that's ok, maybe it was better the other way.  I am so thankful that she has lived for us to see our new mom, because now I will always think of her as a completely different person then how I thought she was.  She wonders why God left her on this earth for so long, but I think I know why.  Now, my sisters and I will rember her as a funny, happy, loving  person, rather than a strick disciplinarian  who, while we knew she loved us, seemed unable to show it.

Decided to add another one of my sudden thoughts.  Why do you have to dig up anything really old, like ancient civilizations?  Where did all that dirt come from?  Mountains getting smaller some how doesn’t do it for me.  Sand shifting, then there should be a bare spot someplace, not necessarily in the desert.  I’m pretty sure there is a reasonable answer somewhere, but I don’t know anyone to give me one.  Sure would like an explanation.

It's amazing what pops into my head at odd times.  Since I'm 73 years old, you would have thought that I would have wondered these things before, but every day something new, silly, wonderful, or earthing shaking, (to me), pop into my head.   I play canasta, on line at Pogo, and I keep wondering why I always seem to draw a card like the one I just discarded.  For years, I have wondered why cows always seem to be facing the same way when eating.  Something to do with the wind, either facing into it or out of it, is the best answer I can get.