1. Why does every packaged food item contain so much sodium? It’s ridiculous! Even the supposedly “diet” or “healthy” stuff is loaded full of salt. I’m serious; why IS that? It’s really difficult – and in most cases, it’s IMPOSSIBLE – to find salt-free processed food. Did the salt industry make a deal with somebody? What’s going on?
2. I love fresh flowers, and any house is more like a home with fresh flowers. Would someone please explain this fact to my cats, so they’ll stop tipping over the vases and using my flowers as salad?
3. It was in the seventies yesterday, and it’s in the thirties today. What’s going on? Oh wait, I live in Indiana. ‘Nuff said.
4. I have a fantastic birthday present for my Tumorless Sister, but if she doesn’t get down here soon to lay claim to it, I’m going to play with it, myself. (Happy Birthday, Tumorless.)
5. Looking at all these old photographs strewn over my living room carpet, I am struck anew by the mind-blowing fact that people I’ve known only as older adults had a LIFE before that! They used to be young and hot, and they had fun! I know, I know, we all used to be young and hot and we all had fun, but, but, this is different. It’s DIFFERENT! How it’s different, I have no idea, but it’s different. If I allow myself to think otherwise, I might blow some brain cells out my ears. Do my kids think this way about me? Because, you know, there was once a time when I was young, and hot, and interesting. . . . Honest. There was!
6. I’m still angry over all the salt in everything.
7. My mother-in -law’s purse is in my dining room, right where she used to put it when she sat up to the table. Every time I notice it, I instinctively look around for her. I need to move it somewhere else, but I don’t feel that I have any business touching it. Eventually, I know.
8. I love scented candles.
9. Everything hanging on my walls is crooked. I think it’s because we like to crank the volume to eleven. It’s either that, or the New Madrid Fault.
10. The older I get, the more precious my family becomes, and the more I wish we could all get together frequently, instead of just at holidays and funerals. I wish we weren’t all so busy.