It’s Mine
It’s my gift and I don’t need to be too generous in sharing. My gift is logic. I received much of my gift from my parents. I got a second dose of it from the years that Orlin and I were together. It was all about observing and then remembering the results of what had worked and what may not have.
Some of those who we share time and space with may hear that logic that I may share and take offense by it as appearing that I am “always right.” Not so. It is too difficult to bring them to a point of being reasonable that there just may be another train of thought or a more correct way to proceed. The ole cowboy has realized that this ole gal does know her stuff. Others in his family are naysayers. Screw it! Live and learn . . . just like I have. If the lessons are not learned I will keep my mouth shut and clean up behind them. I can do that. My gift need not be shared when I realize who I am dealing with and the gift would be wasted.
Tomorrow this Grammie needs a hair cut . . . and bad. The bad bed hair has turned into a full day of bad hair. About every month and a half I turn myself into Great Clips. I don’t think I have ever had the same hair dresser, but the end result is relief. Relief that I can take my less than 100% movement arms and make it work. Oh yes, my hair is still quite short but the layering has lost its shape.
Today my huge purchase was several pots of Carmex for chapped lips. Here again it was a lesson learned by Orlin. He had a pot of Carmex in his pocket at all times For some reason, it surpasses anything else that I have ever tried. Ugh! Chapped lips are not comfortable and there is a lot of cold weather yet to be enjoyed.