Eat a bullfrog first thing every morning and nothing worse will happen!

This was another of THOSE mornings.  Awake at 4am and up, dressed, and ready to face the world before 5.  By 6, I had done my exercises, dealt with clocks, dishes, and various household tasks.  And, it was still dark outside!  Ugh.

Then, I decided to try to figure out why I’m having problems with the wifi/apple tv box.  Now, my tv hangs on the wall and trying to see where things should plug in is somewhere between difficult and impossible.  But, I did finally plug the apple tv into a different port, plug/unplug, move the little black box to see if that makes a difference and stood up.  And, wacked my head on the shelf above the tv. 

Ouch! Owie, Owie, Owie!  Owowowowow.

Honest to god, I saw stars for a few seconds.  And, came away with a lump the size of a grapefruit.  Ok, maybe not the size of a grapefruit; maybe closer to the size of a key lime.  But it hurt grapefruit size. 

A bit later, I walked out to the garage.  Actually, I was looking for a hammer but I got side-tracked by two big spider webs that were trying to cover part of the tool table and the stairs handrail.  I have a spider problem in the garage.  They love it there.  I keep telling them – outside is better.  First, I won’t be destroying the webs and second, there are more bugs out there.  Nobody listens to me.  So, I got the broom and swept down the webs.  Then, I decided to give a quick sweep to the floor and dislodged a giant water bug (hey, I live in the south – we just have to deal with them).  Without thinking about it, I chased it down, lifted my injured left foot and SMACK stomped down on bug and cement floor.  Hurt – ohmigod – that hurt.

Then I went inside the house and sat down and cried for a few minutes.

Okay – these three things constitute my bullfrog for the day.  Now, things are going to get better.

Today is Estate Sale Thursday!  And, my sister and I headed out to a local estate sale to see what there was to see.

I get an email from the company that handles local estate sales and she wrote that the owner had been an “avid” golfer.  Uh huh. 

Avid:  characterized by enthusiasm and vigorous pursuit

Obsessive:  excessive often to an unreasonable degree

And, of course, there were hundreds of golf ‘T’s and golf club sox (or club covers or whatever they’re called), and golf gloves and golf hats.  Somebody liked to play golf.

Then, there were these.  I wonder if these were used to settle any disputes about “avid” and “obsessive”.

25 Apr 2019