Friday Morning

I really should be getting myself dressed and ready to go but I'm enjoying a second cup of coffee first.  Checked my email (nothing there). Checked Facebook (not much of interest). Checked a couple newspapers.  Same thing.  Decided I'd work on my book just a bit. Editing is a long drawn out process.

As I study my last 80 blogs on the Leader and decide what I'm keeping, what I'm changing, and what new stuff I'm adding, I've come across a whole lot of typos, bad grammar and sentence structure, and sadly, a lot of "fluff."  Good Lord!  I'm finding whole paragraphs to delete.  But this is all good. I need to see the errors so I can do better.

I'm off to the casino in an hour or so. Will pick up Joyce Lee and join Linda Pedersen, Joanne Gilles, and Ruth Kvinsland. Maybe one or two others?  It's almost Linda's birthday but we don't actually need an excuse to hit the casino for lunch.  Or breakast. We go kinda early.  I just wish I felt a little better.

Day before yesterday I woke up with a "slight low back/r. hip pain."  It wasn't that significant so I worked at ignoring it.  As the day progressed, I found myself wincing more and more as I tried to walk or get up out of chairs. Yesterday I was pretty much moaning with an aching hip.  Started taking ibuprofen every four hours and hoping for the best.  I was pretty sure I knew what it was as this happens every once in a while -- bursitis.  At least I'm pretty sure that's the problem.  Sooner or later, it leaves as abruptly as it appeared.  Can't happen too soon.

I've come to expect this body to cause me grief in one form or another on a daily basis.  I realize that extra poundage is partly to blame but age is figuring in there as well. Nothing much I can do about that -- except die.  And I'm not particularly in the mood for that right now.  I must admit, though, some days that option doesn't sound all that bad.  (remember that when you read my obit--I'm probably in a much happier place)

Jenni is at scrapbook camp near the casino and  I'll be stopping there to give her the items she forgot. Funny thing is, we had this conversation before she went out the door where I grilled her on "did you remember this...did you pack that?"    We laughed about it but this morning I'm sure she's glad I'm on the way to the casino so I can drop off her blanket, deodorant, hair brush, and this special scrapbook box.

Well, I think I'll go pull the recycle bin out to the alley and then get dressed. I probably shouldn't do it in my pajamas but I really don't care who sees me.  Plan on taking it easy the rest of the weekend.
Book editing, jigsaw puzzle, audio book, television, and sewing.  Ahhh....the age of retirement. It is okay (except for the body part).  Here's hopin' I win -- or that someone in my gang wins!