I haven't gone anywhere...

...I've just been enjoying myself and thinking about doing lawn work. I don't have as much to think about anymore because a nice man mowed it for me.:)

I'm pretty sure it's Friday but if you told me that it was Saturday, I'd probably believe you. I haven't been up too long and I am only on my first cuppa. That means that I'm drinking leftover coffee from yesterday while today's coffee perks. If I drink the first cuppa real fast, I won't notice how badly it tastes and before I know it, the real coffee will finish dripping.

I prefer coffee that perks, not the drip kind. But it's tough to find a percolator anymore. I bought one at an antique shop and I love it. Ooh, I could take a picture of it for you:


I never heard of the brand, it's Empire-Matic...it might have been famous at one time. It sure as heck has lasted a long, long time:

I'm not sure how old it is but I think it's younger than I am. That really spreads the possibilities out because I have a LOT of years behind me. Once when I was a kid, I reached up to get something out of the kitchen cabinet and I didn't pay any attention to the coffee pot perking away on the counter. The steam burned my arm right on the sensitive area around the inner aspect of my elbow. That burn hurt for a LONG time. Poor me. But, I did learn my lesson back in 1966 and I never burned myself again...with a coffee pot. As with everything else in life, I screw up in new and improved ways. I may not have burned my arm on a coffee pot again, but I did marry Rick. That was a HUGE burn.

Anyway, this kind of coffee maker really pumps the smell of coffee throughout the house. I feel like I should fry some bacon next and make some sausage gravy.

I think I will!

First I'll finish this post. Well, now my mind is a blank. I hate when that happens. I bet this is what it's like to be Rick. I'm not being mean, just honest. I kept asking him what he was thinking about and he ALWAYS said the same thing...."Nothing." And you know what? I sincerely believe that.

When my mind is a blank, I feel totally unbalanced or out of sorts. I would have to think of something soon. If I didn't, my brain might stop and never start again. Then, I wouldn't know enough not to screw nasty people.

Back in the 80's, I occasionally smoked pot. I didn't do it a lot, but I did it enough to get stupid high every so often. I would make the same dumb mistakes that my ex-ex-husband would make. That's when I figured out that being him must be like being high all the time.

You know, there's something that I wasn't going to tell you because I didn't think you'd believe me. But then I thought, sure, you guys know that I wouldn't make this up. Then it occurred to me that if you don't know me well enough to know that I AM telling the truth, you'll probably think bad stuff anyway so I have nothing to lose.

That guy who came down to visit me is still here. He has been a PERFECT gentleman. Any guy who can stay at my house for 3 days and 2 nights without putting some seriously aggressive moves on me has got to be special.

Anyway, in case you're wondering why he's here, it's because he read all the stupid stuff going on around me and then he called. I've known him for years and we've been friends enough to chat on the phone occasionally. So, after reading about my predicament with my foot and my yard, he came down to help me get the yard taken care of. Isn't that nice?

All I have to do is cook him great meals and make sure he has clean clothes. Of course, we talk a LOT too. Today I think we're going to go to that Battlefield near my house. We'll take Payton with us. There are quite a few historic things in this area that he would be interested in. All Southern men are interested in Civil War stuff and there's a LOT of that around here.

Well, he's been patiently waiting for me to write this post so I think I should get his sausage gravy and breakfast ready. I rarely have a man visit that I can cook for so this is really fun.

Have a good one and I'll see you later!