MEAN PATTI AND ODD STUFF

Is there something you do that others might consider mean or at best ornery??

I have something that I delight in doing that I guess really isn't very nice.  Will I ever stop doing it? I seriously doubt it as there is still this rarely exercised, mean little kid hiding in me.  I  feel like confessing for I did it just yesterday.

When I am  driving through  town and catch a total stranger in another car industriously picking their nose, I lay on the horn, wave vigorously in a super friendly, "I know you really well", manner and flash  my biggest grin.  All the  while I am  thinking to myself--"Gotcha". 

Their shocked and embarrassed look just makes my mean little day.  I know when they quit blushing, they are thinking, "Who the heck was that?"

Do you have a secret torment of others that you enjoy?

DOING THE MATH

With the end of Daylight Savings Time we  again reset our clocks. I am convinced this is just  to keep us from getting too comfortable in our lives. How long after the clock adjustment  of one hour back, do you continue doing the math in your head.  "Well the clock says six but it is actually seven so it is not too
early to---------."   For me it takes several days to learn how to live my life on clock time, not use-to-be-time.  Might be an age thing.

SMILING AT YOUR OWN INTELLIGENCE

Sometimes I get puffed up over the simplest thing and credit my self for being super smart, quite unjustly.

I have bad feet. I religiously wear orthotics and under doctors orders I  ALWAYS wear shoes. Barefoot days are long gone and while it was at first annoying, I am totally used to it now and my feet haven't hurt in years.

So, even at night for a potty run, I slip on a pair of old but hard soled shoes for the trip in the near darkness for relief. Occasionally as I sleep stumble back to bed, I strike my shoe protected foot on some sharp corner. 

The fact that I feel no pain has me thumping my own back in glee and intelligence appreciation.  I so remember that pain from yesteryear when it would bring tears to my eyes.  That pain ranks right up there with whacked on the shin pain.  Little toes are notorious corner magnets. I'm so smart.

In the light of day however, I realize it was not my smarts that spared me curse word worthy pain.  It was just my slave like obedience to the doctor's orders. He was the smart one.  Sigh, light of day is such a downer.

 LAST EVER SHINGLES UPDATE--I PROMISE

Gee, I think I made that promise last week but what are promises for if not to either keep or break? Hopefully I will keep this one.  

I still have pain and while it is not pleasant,  it is definitely doable. I was able to have luncheon with the girls on Saturday and didn't even have to flash my midriff or plumber's crack.  I actually could wear my clothes without offending. Huge improvement.

Once more, a  big thank you is going out to each of you  for all your good thoughts and caring.  You are the best and I hope you will check on getting that shot.