Confessions of a Grandma

I  offer some words of wisdom today: Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice. The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.  Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won't expect it back. When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire Department usually uses water. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine. You're welcome!  Have a good day!

Kay, on her blog  Musings , recently posted about shampoo. I loved her first line:         You know I'm having difficulty finding something to write about when I wander around the house staring at           things. I had to laugh because I know that feeling all too well. Her topic of shampoo got me thinking about hair because my hair was a fairly frequent topic of discussion during my winter in Florida. Obviously, I don't spend a lot of time or money on my hair: The guy that cuts my hair used to suggest "low lights" (whatever those are) but he has given up and now agrees I should just be grateful for a "healthy head of hair." One woman with whom I walk the beach told me that my hair color does not suit me.  I should dye it red and then the two of us will go to the Senior Center to pick up men!! Good grief!  I really do not  see myself as a red head.  And quite frankly, if I want to pick up me...

It is still spring in Vermont although for two or three days last week we had a taste of summer with temperatures shooting up to high 80's. Before I could snap a picture of the gorgeous pinkness of the crab apple tree in bloom, a cold front blew in and also blew all the petals off the tree.  My car, parked nearby, looked like it had been festooned with confetti. The grass is green and the trees have that tender yellow-green cast of early leaves, but the sun wants to stay hidden. Contrast the water views: Spring in VT Winter in FL *** I am frustrated with trying to post adequate photos.  These are from my old phone, obviously not an up to date iPhone. I don't know whether to blame Google, Blogger, Apple's Photos or the Universe in general, but I cannot access "Photos" on my computer when I am working to post in Blogger.  Grr.  I just get the spinning thing. Maybe it's me. 

I have had a busy time since getting back to Vermont.  I had dinner with my son on Wednesday night, dinner out with my friend Ginnie on Thursday, a long walk in the country with my friend Donna on Friday and I went to see my daughter and grandkids this past weekend.  I have fit in a couple yoga classes and other exercise.  I have been practicing my watercolor painting.  And Zen doodling. In the evenings, I have been sitting wrapped in my favorite quilt next to the gas fireplace, sometimes watching television, sometimes reading.  I started a book I am enjoying very much -- A Man Called Ove. I really have not liked the cold weather.  My bones actually ache. It has warmed up today and tomorrow everyone will be complaining about the heat.  I have some container gardens to get started, but the warm weather is not supposed to last through next weekend.  I am planning to visit the garden center tomorrow though. I have been staying away from Faceb...

My flight back to Vermont was pretty stress free.  I am happy to report that no one was dragged off the plane kicking and screaming.  No public arrests were made. I have figured out that the airlines follow this rule: The less the time between landing and take-off for any transfer, the greater the distance between the two gates.  Theoretically, there was plenty of time, but unfortunately the plane from Sarasota had to sit on the tarmac for a very long time waiting for a clear path to the gate at the stop in Charlotte.  I made it as the next plane was boarding after a mad dash across the airport. It was cold and rainy when I got to Vermont.  Supposed to be this way all week.  Of course my heat was at very low setting so it took a day and a half to warm everything up.  I was bundled up for my trip to the grocery store but everyone else was in shorts and maybe  a long sleeved shirt.  50 degrees...people should not have to live like this! (Bu...

I went out with friends on Saturday night to hear a band play at a bar in Sarasota. It has been a long long time since I did something like that.  The band was great, and, as I remembered from my younger days, even better during the second set. (Still unclear as to whether that is due to the band's or the audience's advancing lubrication.) What was different for me was the number of cell phones in evidence.  I told you it had been a long time since I have been to a bar to see a band.) People were snapping pictures of the band with their phones and that was kind of cool.  The woman sitting at the table next to me was snapping selfies, lots of them.  I could see her posing this way and that and snapping away.  Good grief, we have become self-absorbed. (I am in danger of sounding like my father!) I looked around to find that there were plenty of people swiping and texting away on there phone, eyes on the screens -- not the band, not the people they were with. ...