We didn't do much for the fourth of July. Usually my husband is baling hay or some such thing. This year he wasn't, so we accepted some friends invite to join the festivities at their pond. It's a good time. Put some meat on the grill, swim if you want, talk a lot, and get eaten by mosquitoes. I mostly sat and talked. This body does not place itself in a swim suit, and I'm too uncoordinated for volleyball, so talking is what I do the best at these gatherings. Fortunately, there are others who have the same "issues" as I do, so the conversation never lags.
On Sunday, we went to visit Steve's daughter and her family. We always follow the same ritual when we go out. We have to stop at the first convenience store to get a soda, coffee, and cappechino (sp?). An extra treat might be a doughnut each to munch on. Then we take off for real. However, now that she has her driver's permit, Kari does the driving. I usually have a few more gray hairs when we get to my stepdaughter's thn I had when we left our house.
Kari is a fine driver. She just has a couple of habits that we are trying to change. The first is the lead foot. I realize that the speed at which she is driving is not much different than mine, but I don't think it's quite as fast when I'm doing the driving. Secondly, she zips up to stop signs and hits the break. Then she floors it when leaving the stop. My poor, patient husband will explain to her that she needs to slow down long before getting to the stop sign, and that we are not in a NASCAR race. I, in the meantime, am sitting in the back seat with arms outstretched and jamming my husband's seat forward as I try to keep from being thrown forward. I screech "Be careful with my car. It's the only one I have!" along with reminding her that she is not paying for the gas, so I want her to practice good gas mileage skills. She gives her teenage sigh, says "ok", and all is good until the next time we have to stop. Then the entire scenario repeats itself. I have sore arms.
We spent the night at my stepdaughter's house. We watched a lot of TV and took the grandson on walks. We never stay more than one night because my husband can not spend too much time being inactive. Kari, my stepdaughter, and I went to the mall to see if we could find some summer clothes for Kari. She will be leaving for Florida at the end of the month, and she doesn't have many "good" summer outfits. Steve's granddaughter, who is 18 months old, took awhile to warm up, but we were expecting that. I think she decided I was okay. I figured so when she gave me her Pooh bear.
Okay, a joke to leave with:
Susie's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months. Things looked grim, but she was by his bedside every single day. One day as he slipped back into consciousness, he motioned for her to come close to him. She pulled the chair close to the bed and leaned her ear close to be able to hear him. "You know" he whispered, his eyes filling with tears, "you have been with me through all the bad times. When I got fired, you stuck right beside me. When my business went under, there you were. When we lost the house, you were there. When I got shot, you stuck with me. When my health started failing, you were still by my side. "And you know what?" "What, dear?" she asked gently, smiling to herself. "I think you're bad luck." Later.
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Ha! Ha!
That was a good one!
What do you mean you won't wear a bathing suit? I used to feel that same way (and it does swerve in still once in awhile), but I learned that I like being in the water and cooling off and that has nothing to do with my size. And, what the heck...people think what they want to think about me whether I have a flannel nightgown on or a 1-piece jumpsuit, so I'd like to see the looks on their faces and catch their little comments if I have a bikini on! After the first couple of minutes of ogling eyes, whispers, and suppressed laughs, they settle down and go back to whatever it was they were doing anyway. So, I just smile back at them in such a way that they KNOW I know they are laughing at me and I can hear them...and then I go in the water, enjoy it, and cool down. No, I won't wear a bikini...I won't even wear a basic bathing suit...I have something with a little more coverage. But, I am not a Miss America contestant wearing a swimsuit on stage while walking in heels...I am me, a better than average human being with more of a body than many others have...that doesn't make me ugly or unworthy. It's the behavior of others that's ugly and unworthy, so why should I suffer because of what they may think? I'm alive now, I'm not going to miss out on something because I look different. Besides, shorts and a tshirt are perfectly fine for wearing in the water and I've done that a million times, too.
Sorry for the lecture, but don't forget that you are a beautiful person, so you shouldn't feel you have to hide yourself or avoid things. Going in the water shouldn't depend on visual approval...otherwise, there would be very few people going in the water.
But, you know, the sitting and talking part is fun, too. That's always an activity I love to do, too. That's a nice way to spend some time.
Thanks for the pep talk! I might just break out the suit and see if it still fits. My girls and husband enjoy swimming, and it would be good to join them to make a full family group activity.
Mary