Was just eating some boiled peanuts. Haven't eaten them in ages... Used to get them down by the lake in Baton Rouge when DH and I were at LSU (many many years ago).
When I came across them recently I was with my daughter-in-law. I made some comment like, "oh wow! boiled peanuts!" and she looked at the soggy brown things and can't remember if she said it or I just read it in her face.. but her comment was something like; "they look disgusting..."
... which they do. But they're kind of an 'acquired taste'. The man selling them said for her to be brave and try one. She did. I think she kind of liked them. Said they weren't bad. I bought a bag.
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Daylight savings time goes into effect tomorrow morning at 2 am. At least I think that's right. Some people will forget to change their clocks. So come Sunday morning, some will be an hour early for Mass... and other things.
We do this twice a year. It shouldn't be so confusing. But Time has always been a bit strange to me. I can't quite get my mind wrapped around it. It's not real in a sense... or maybe the reality of time is relative. I wish I could put my finger on it.
It's like the phrase, "the passing of time". Time doesn't pass. It just "is". We pass in time.
As I'm always saying, "the days fly by so fast...". But of course the days are not flying by at all. I'm flying by. The same days are dragging for someone else.
Sorry... this is probably boring. My mind takes these little jaunts.
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Going to mention that I put a weather forecast square here on the right. It should show you the weather here at Bailey's Cove on any particular day. I hope it does. However, there's a glitch in my program where it doesn't show up on my final journal screen. I hope it shows on yours.
Going to bundle up and run over to the General Store now and get a few supplies later (if the weather doesn't get worse)... and catch up on local gossip... and drink some of their coffee. And Maybe the Mrs. made a pie? Will take Toby but leave the cats at home (living dangerously again).
BTW, they did give me a hard time when I got back from my solo fishing trip. It went something like this:
(Toby) "Mom's back! Mom's back! happily running around to the screen door and back to the kitchen making excited circles barking his joy to the other members of the household.
(Teela) "Hummph!!!..." turning her back and curling up tighter in the seat of the rocker, "...like I care."
(Molly) "She left us! She just went off and left us!"
(Thibs) " So what? Who wants to go outside, anyway?"
(Teela) " Besides, Mol, you "fixed her" didn't you? Going into a frenzy and tearing up the potty paper on the roll, didn't you? Wait till she sees that!"
and she did. That's Molly's frustration fit. There was this raggid torn tattered roll of potty paper hanging bedaggled on the wall.
But alas, it could have been worse.
And besides with a few pats for Toby and some warm Carnation milk for the others, all was forgiven.
Rian
