Just one of those folksy stories

Our neighbor who lives the second house down is from Des Moines. Now for those who don’t know, I’m originally from Des Moines. She’s probably a decade older than I am so we wouldn’t have the same friends…..and she went to a high school on the other side of Des Moines…interestingly enough my high school’s chief rival back in the 70s. We see each other on the street occasionally but she comes down to visit during City wide garage sales and that’s how our common geography somehow came out.

The Quality of the USPS here in small town Missouri suffers during the month before Christmas. It is actually so irritating that I could do an entire blog rant about it but Right now I don’t need to build the drama in my head. We have metal mailboxes every so often on the street. Each box contains 8 little boxes and the mail person has taped inside each little box a card with the residents name and street address. With that being said, today when I gathered the mail, there was no mail with our name in it but was full of mail for my Des Moines neighbor. I knocked on the door to drop it off and spent a significant amount of time with her taking a tour of the house, talking our like political leanings and had a wonderful visit with this fellow cat lady. On the way home, I once again had one of those “what are the chances” thoughts in my head that two women from a city of approximately 200,000 would end up neighbors in a town of just north of 8,000 people 4 hours south.

Until I saw him standing in the driveway shielding himself from the wind in his socks and t shirt….oh and he had jeans on trying to figure out if I had been kidnapped or was laying dead at the curb. I’m well taken care of …. although I did think it would be a great ending if squad cars running lights and sirens would have squealed around the corner…………..

Until next time….

What are you thinking about?

Him:  farming, angus, fields

Me:  when we get home, I can get the laundry done today and back in the camper before he takes it to be winterized Monday, should I strip the bed when we get home or wait until spring so they will be clean, sure wish I would have frozen some water yesterday so the food in the coolers will be okay…I guess if the frozen veg thaw too much I can just toss them.  Holy crap there are a lot of dead armadillos…used to only see them further south…see them around KC now..what on earth would cause them to go north and why are they all dead.

Are we normal?

Who is stealing our toilet paper….

I’m on a roll today…so to speak!

This really isn’t about diverticulitis…or fiber for that matter…but interestingly, I joined a diverticulitis group on Facebook.  If you have ever had a bout of diverticulitis, you understand why.  It was kind of amazing to me the different recommendations given by doctors to the multitudes who follow this particular group.  Eat seeds and nuts, don’t eat seeds and nuts, high fiber, low fiber, dangerous antibiotics, no antibiotics, Metamucil, never heard of Metamucil, I CANT STAND DRINKING METAMUCIL?  Seriously?  Bottom line is if you follow rules for good dietary and colon health, you can probably stave off diverticulitis.  The big problem I see is opposing and contradictory advice from doctors we depend on to dole out that advice for our particular problem…and next, what happens when you have a weak moment and stray from the perfect, healthy diet.  Which somehow leads me to toilet paper.

I buy in bulk (no pun intended) from Amazon Prime.  These huge number of toilet paper rolls are delivered by the USPS to my door by a weary postal carrier. I had a discussion with a girlfriend one night on the merits of different brands of toilet paper as we were placing our separate orders together.  We all have our favorite brands as well as having our favorite way to use it.  i.e. Fold or crinkle.  I’m guessing she is a folder!  And I’m guessing she places the toilet paper to roll off Over rather than Under.

When the t.p. arrives, I fill the shelves (plural) above each of the toilets so they are readily available.  Because everyone can agree running out of toilet paper is one of those extremely irritating events in our life!

This morning, I opened cabinet door number 1 and there was no toilet paper 😡.  I went to cabinet number 2 and there were only 4 rolls left on the top shelf.  My first thought was WHAT THE H is he doing with all of the toilet paper?  Thought number 2…what could he be doing with the toilet paper, why am I blaming him.  THought number 3…someone must be coming in and stealing it!  Thought number 4….you really need to find something to do today to occupy your mind.

Until next time….