

| Day to day stuff....a memoir without order. | 
| ![A very special sig..  [#1578709]
A special sig made for me by Mystic and gifted to me by Kat. A special sig made for me by Mystic and gifted to me by Kat.](https://www.writing.com/main/images/action/display/ver/1246931602/item_id/1578709.jpg) Imagination is described by Webster as...The act or power of forming a mental image of something not present to the senses in reality. Albert Einstein said "Logic will get you from A to B, but imagination will take you everywhere."  I never realized it until I read it somewhere but there are ways to boost one's imagination: Create a visual journal Draw whatever you see for 15 minutes a day. You don't need to be an artist. Think like an artist Cut out pictures from magazines & piece them together to create an original image. Listen to Bach Close your eyes while playing your favorite music. Or listen to the sounds of nature on a CD or in the great outdoors. Play word games Try thinking of as many words as you can that begin with MAR...or you pick. Daydream Let your mind wander, or focus on a single object & study its characteristics.          Everyone has a story....here's mine.....c  ** Image ID #1701066 Unavailable **  | 
| I had a very enjoyable get-together today with my Life History Group at the library. Each of us shared a story as usual. Juliet talked about her trials and tribulations of translating her stories into German so she could send them to her relatives overseas who were eager to read them. Having been in the U.S. now for a long time, she had to "find" the German words for new things unheard of when she lived (and spoke) in Germany. She mails a little package of some of her favorites to family at Christmastime. I thought that was a wonderful idea. Arlene had written two short stories, one about a Halloween celebration when she was a child, and another about how much she enjoyed our group, how long she had been coming, and some special stories she remembered people in the group telling, some who are no longer on earth. Pat turned 90 since we saw her last, had a bout of Covid, took a terrible fall ending up in the hospital for a couple of days, and, miraculously, has published her book. It is beautiful! Carolyn wrote about re-finding an old love...no, not that kind, the golf kind. She found a community course offered at our local college and discovered her old clubs were...well...old and outdated. But she enjoyed the course, borrowed clubs, and is seriously thinking of signing up for round two. Which reminded me of a story to write about for next month except mine will be about bowling. I got three offers to meet at the local alley sometime soon. I'll have to think about that. Robert told us about his mom who helped form a children's library in the small town she and her husband retired to after living most of their lives in Cleveland. She was certainly an inspiring woman. And Ann wrote about one of her uncles who headed a boys' school in Chicago, a well-loved family member and Chicagoan with many accolades upon his death. And my story was about my summer job the year before I went away to the University of Delaware...which is probably hanging around here somewhere. All in all, a very good day! | 
| I had a lunch date for tomorrow, but it has been canceled. She has a cold, and I am thankful she is being considerate...rescheduled. I am waiting for my flu and COVID shots. Thinking Thursday when I will be out and about so I plan to stop in at Walgreen's then. They have been slow to be available, but COVID doesn't know the difference. Erica and Murphy were down from Jax yesterday for a Sunday visit. Erica's daughter (my granddaughter) will be married on 10/24 so Erica is getting ready...modeled her dress for me. The wedding is in Rhode Island so, No, I won't be attending. But Murphy (Erica's doggie) is going with her (flying). It's like taking another person, maybe even more trouble. She's staying a week, planning Boston visits, etc., but has to plan for Murphy as well. More to come on that after it happens. | 
| So...renewing my driver's license is now off my "bucket list" and on to bigger and much better things. I was amazed at the number of employees at driver's license place...like a million! They must really get busy...sometime. I was in and out in 30 minutes which was 45 minutes before my appointment, and I was busy doing something the entire time. Everything went without a hitch except for my photo. It took three tries with the final one with glasses off because of the reflections. OMG, who is that ugly old woman on my license? | 
| As expected, my daughter's "dating deal ran its course." Thankfully. Her daughter is getting married in October so that has almost completely taken over her life for now. Happy for that. My drivers license has to be renewed this year (Nov.) so I made an appointment today for Thursday to do that...want to get it over with, just a vision test which should not be a problem. But I don't have the new "I.D." license yet so I have to provide several items to prove I am who I say I am...like who else am I? I can only tackle one thing at a time. | 
| We had a very enjoyable life history group meeting yesterday even though there were only five of us. We enjoyed stories on a grandmother's wake, the Dali Museum in Tampa, a Tuskegee Airman and an NIH medical trial on the Active Mind (one of our members enrolled and told us all about it). And today I was back to cutting up some more limbs. I'm getting to be a pro at this...as long as they are small. It was quite hot...95 degrees F, but I drank tons of water. And tomorrow the Gators play South Florida, estimated to be 93 at the 4:15 kick-off. And...I learned that my single daughter of 60 is on a dating Facebook site and is "conversing" with two possibilities. I'm not too happy about that, but reverse psychology has always worked so I will not say anything against it. I'm not stupid. | 
| My Life History Group meets tomorrow so a few days ago, I went looking for a prompt for a new story. I've written so many about my past that I'm sick of myself and that's why I looked for something not so biographical. The prompt I decided on was "If money, time (and pandemics) were no object, where is one place on earth you would love to visit? Why are you intrigued by that place?" Do you remember Anne of Green Gables? Yep, my pick was Prince Edward Island. Way back when I first joined WDC, I met someone from that very place. I think her handle was something like Captain? Sorry for my horrible memory. But she definitely solidified my choice. Thanks, Captain? wherever you are. | 
| I met a good friend today for lunch at a little restaurant here in Gainesville called Ballyhoo and had the best she-crab soup ever. I've got to find a recipe for that and try to make it...so good. My friend was excited about having her old wood deck redone, or rather completely demolished and rebuilt with concrete and pavers. She's so excited to see the finished product and start enjoying it in the nice cool fall weather to come shortly. The heat is finally easing up some here in the Swamp. It actually got down to 69 early this morning, felt so good after the high 90s for so long, although we still have some 90s coming up in the next week. Footfall season has begun...go Gators! | 
| I can't believe I did it! I cut up a limb too long (@12') for my garden debris pickup to pick up. With an electric chain saw, but still...I'll be 81 in November. I can't help it, I'm so proud of myself. Of course, I did have to think about it for two weeks. But the "short" limbs are now stacked neatly on the curb. Yay, me! | 
| I went to a birthday party this morning for the great grandson who turned three, Gunner. He was so cute running around with three fingers up and then counting gift packages. Kids are such little adults, aren't they? It was nice to see people I hadn't seen for a while, chat and catch up on their lives. I took the Interstate, thirteen minutes on to off. Yes, I count the minutes, so  much traffic, but it is the quickest and probably the safest way to go. Yesterday morning, after being informed by text by my neighbor because I slept through the entire thing, a huge limb on a gigantic water oak cracked and fell across the street, literally, decapitating my mailbox as it hit the macadam with a deafening thud (according to my neighbor). Public works had sawed and cleaned up everything by the time I heard about it and looked outside. But now, I have a mailbox to re-attach. |