She is settling into her age now and becoming a respectable Frau. Not to demean either Frau or respectability, you understand, but she is losing her “I”, mine , and someone else’s attitude. She has even said “We”, us, and ours once or twice when speaking of her hubby.
It is a refreshing change. They’ve been together thirty years now.
We got to talking music and high school (way back when type of stuff) and she slipped in the remark that she almost got killed on the highway yesterday.
Seems a Semi came around a bend on her side the road. She got whoa’d up and stopped before barreling off into the barr ditch. She said that the trucker rocked the SUV with the wind of his passing.
Glad that little other than fright happened.
She also said that she’d had trouble with the group folks in Sedan, where she works on Tuesdays, again. She was of a mind to beginning to carry her pistol in the vehicle.
I ran across an article concerning the Annual Turkey Trot in Wichita in todays paper. We’re scheduled to get a duzzy of a storm this week. Some of the forecasters are calling for freezing rain in our area.
We don’t really need icy anything. Anyway, the Turkey Trot writer started of this way:
Wellington Daily News
– 1 hour ago
All week I was hearing from the weather whiners! Wichita’s Turkey Trot race was coming up and all anyone, at least anyone who runs it, could talk about was how cold it was going to be.
Lordy, folks. We’re Kansans. About all we complain about, really, is when a tornado rips up the pasture and the crops – and then we only complain if it doesn’t hit us.
We hate to miss a good fuss, you see.
From the reaches,