Confessions of a Grandma

Wednesday morning, I was walking on the beach.  The conditions were exactly what Mike always hoped to see.  As I got to his favorite shark tooth hunting territory, I was remembering how he could spend hours on such a morning scouring up and down that smallish stretch of beach. I have found teeth before, but I was never one of the dedicated hunters.  As I walked along, I spied a small shark's tooth and picked it up. Sorry about the quality. Since Mike and I continue to chat, I said, "It would nice of you to toss a big one up at my feet.  You know how how I love a sign." Don't judge until you have been there.  I really am not nearly as crazy-whacko as I may sometimes sound. And guess what:

I have a bad case of travel envy.  Kay at Musings  is writing about her trip to China.   Linda's thoughts from a Bag Lady in Waiting  come to us from Kenya.  Gigi in Hawaii wrote about a previous trip to Tokyo.  I take out my photo albums and reflect on trips I have taken. There is a solution for that, I know!  Will I do something about it?  That is the question. I am thinking that I am going to start a new board on Pinterest, entitled "This is SO Not Happening." Today I saw a pin about getting rid of arm pit fat.  Good grief.  It would also include dog costumes, fingernail painting, and recipes involving bacon as a dessert ingredient or smoothies that are green. Or maybe I should not start a new board on Pinterest because it is already a giant vacuum that sucks up far too much of my time as it is. I am going through a period of not being interested in cooking--still interested in eating, just not in cooking so much. ...