SATURDAY, JULY 25, 2015
A week ago I was dining at Chattanooga’s premier cafe along with my son Alan, grandson Patrick, and my great granddaughter Ashton. Tonight I tried to eat a stuffed pepper concoction that was sadly lacking. I never got to holler, “Bingo!” tonight and came home to watch the Atlanta Braves lose 1-0 in the ninth inning.
My blood sugar reading was 133. I’m enjoying reading Sue Monk Kidd’s book, THE INVENTION OF WINGS, visited Margie in Health Care, did my exercises, talk via phone with Alan, sold a friend a copy of Behind Enemy Lines, am making progress on Trail Blazer, Book 2, and had a few laughs along the way.
TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY
Or as Scarlett O’Hara was fond of saying, “Fiddle-dee-dee. I’ll think about that tomorrow.”