I have professed before that I do not watch the news. It just isn’t good for my well being. That being said, I turned on the TV the other night and before I could get to my beloved and safe HGTV, the world news was there trying (and succeeding) to get to my psyche in the first 4 seconds. I heard blah, blah, yada, yada, A FOURTH dose might be needed.
Have ya’ll seen anyone running around with their pants on fire because the elusive dangled carrot on a string keeps being pulled from us.
Like you, I’m tired of it all.
END OF RANT
The Coach and I are still feeling the affects of our exposure. I thought after five days or so that I would be golden. Reality: not.so.golden. But we are getting there. I think.
Thursday, Friday and Saturday we had the most glorious weather. I got in some nice walks and even visited the beach for a few minutes. Vitamin D. Vitamin Sea.
Sunday Morning: Not.So.Golden.
Just like I avoid the world news, apparently I also avoid the local news too because yesterday we woke up to a crazy storm with tornado warnings. Me thinking: What is happening...as my phone is going off with a scary siren and the words: SEEK SHELTER!
Me to the Coach: Um, maybe we should close the sliders and windows?
We were fine, but there were several tornado sightings and several did touch down. Sadly, it appears they targeted a trailer park. Can the Trailer Park People get a break?
IN NECK NEWS
The Videographer from Lolo and Nathans wedding sent over a Sneak Peak of wedding snippets. I watched it last night and all the good feeling vibes returned. But you know me. I was aghast when I saw a snippet of myself as I was giving my toast and you’ll be happy that I didn’t even notice my hair.
It was my neck!
GOOD LORD, can you NOT take a video or picture from BELOW me? (we were on a stairway landing)
The Coach and I sat at the counter last night having some tomato soup and makeshift grilled cheese (on English muffins) as I didn’t feel like cooking and we had this conversation about the video:
Me: Holy mackerel, did you see my neck? What the hell man? I contemplated it for a moment. I guess it could be worse, I could have NO neck with my head just sitting on my shoulders. Then every time I needed to turn my head, I’d have to turn my entire body like this. And I showed him for reference in case he didn’t get it.
Him: OR, OR you could have NO eyes to even see the state of your neck.
I thought about his idea for a moment.
Me: Nah, I like my idea better; my choice is no neck at all. I’m keeping my eye balls.
Aging isn’t for sissies. But it sure does beat the alternative and I’m not talking about no eyes or neck.
How about you? Nice weekend? Nice weather? Nice neck?