Down Hill

A combination of unfortunate incidents changed the plans for moving furniture to Les’ house.  Cindy and I loaded my truck and she drove down to Westland.   We visited for a while, made plans to finish up next Saturday, and stopped at IHop  on the way home.

I woke up at 12 am and laid there for almost an hour worrying about how I had messed up the garage door earlier.  (Another bad incident.)  So here I am gong to enjoy a cup of fresh made coffee then I’ll try laying down again.  Did you ever wish you had never got out of bed in the morning because it was all downhill all day?

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About Momma

Now 83-years-old on February 22 and I'm still on the right side of the grass.. Mother of two sons and one daughter (Bloggers SEB and Cindyisms are two of them). I'm Grandmother of three. I have lived with my daughter for nine months now and she hasn't kicked me out yet. I stay active with household chores,and feeding my zoo. (3 cats, 1 dog, and 2 birds.) Retired after 29 years+ at Michigan Bell Telephone and ten+ years with The Oakland Press. I was active with the telephone company union and a Dale Carnegie graduate. I work at crocheting, knitting, making ornaments, and other projects. I do a little canning. I trained with the Michigan Bell Clown troupe and then I was a clown doing parades, parties, and picnics for about 15 years. My other passions are music from the 50s through the 80s, reading, birds, flowers, my pets, big cats, and of course blogging!

One thought on “Down Hill

  1. Some days shit just happens. Shake it off and don’t sweat the small stuff. Remind yourself you are loved and needed. Everything else is just that small stuff

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