Spring Ring

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handbells, Johnny Rocket's, Spring Ring

All the Ringers went to Spring Ring on Saturday. We had an hour-and-a-half commute both ways and it was tremendous fun. On the way there, we were zombies. Then we arrived, set up the pads, cloths, and bells, and practiced for hours. We played in the little concert and shared our solo piece. The time went by so fast. It’s amazing how the hours fly when you’re playing handbells. 🙂 Then came Johnny Rocket’s, a 50’s style diner for dinner, and then the ride home. By that time, we were all exhausted. I discovered that people I normally consider rather serious and practical become silly gigglers when they’re tired. Everything is funnier when you’re tired. We had some of the lamest running jokes going you’ve ever heard. They involved coffee, bananas, pygmies, Disneyland, and “And then they died!”. Yep. Oh, and the pastor’s son has a new nickname. Strappy!

I can’t wait until the next Spring Ring!

This one could be perceived as Gross and Rambling.

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costco, illness, tea, trader joe's

Here is how many journals-slash-diaries-slash-whatevers start out: “Dear Diary, Today I went to this place and did this thing and ate that thing and then I came home and washed my socks and now it is 8:31 pm and I am going to bed.”

That’s boring.

Here’s the highlights from my day: Chiropracter, Costco, and cold cures. The only thing is, I still have clear snot bubbling over the back of my throat. I’m positive that I can feel it right down to where my neck meets my collar bone. Illness is graphic. I don’t know whether I feel more dead or alive when I’m sick. It sure puts you in tune with your senses, whether you gained or lost sense of the particular thing– how can you forget you have a nose, lymph nodes, or anything else when it’s all streaming and swollen? Here’s the bright spot: lots of sneezing. I like sneezing. I’d much rather sneeze than anything else.

Cold cures: steams, tea

Chiropractor: adjustment, ouch! I’m really sore today

Costco: slippers, and a cart full of food– Even the check-out people looked faintly surprised. How can that be? They must see much larger hauls. I must have imagined it.

Costco is like Trader Joe’s.

Me: Costco is like Trader Joe’s. What do you think of that statement?

Heidi: *being weird with her eyeballs* uh…False!

Still, I maintain that Costco shares at least one very important characteristic with Trader Joe’s. If you think you know what it is, let me know.