Psychic Advice

I know I’m a good writer and also know I’m not part of the computer generation. I’m reminded of this being faced with a computer screen and the thought of blogging.  Suddenly, I don’t know what to “blog” about.  Of course, I do appreciate how much easier corrections are to make than they were when I used pen and paper.  I spent part of today finally creating a schedule that allows me one obligation free day a week.  I am truly blessed that I make my living doing something that I not only love to do, but happen to be very good at as well.  That does not mean I don’t need some time off.  An opportunity to garden all day, or finally get to painting the kitchen and bathroom, or just vegetate and play with the cats and the dog sound very good to me.  I even made my day off a gym free day.  The thing with the way I make my living is……I sit…..and……I sit.  My hands get plenty of excercise shuffling cards and my mouth certainly does as well, the rest succumbs to my love of food and gravity.  If it weren’t for the dog and the yard……I would have had to stay home all the time for lack of clothes that fit.  So, I went back to the kind of exercise I’ve always enjoyed that works for me.  I pump iron.  It’s working….slowly to be sure….but working.  I went down two sizes and my strength has returned to what it was in my thirties (when I was almost obsessed with fitness).  I’m pleased, I had my doubts I could do that well twenty years later.  I do push myself at the gym, it’s nice to get hot flashes that are not hormonal.  As I sit here, my youngest cat, Miss Thing, is driving me crazy…..the poor little girl is in heat.  Another thing to do with one of my weekly days off…..get her fixed.  At least, she’s so happy in her little world, she doesn’t even try to go out.  I guess she thinks I’ll bring a nice ”Tom” into the house for her.  She tries to seduce Scooter who has no idea what she wants and certainly can’t do anything for her.  I am blessed and grateful that I feed all my furred children dry food only and have not had to go through the pain so many pet owners are going through right now.  Many years ago, I lost all my pets (3 cats) within a few months and hope to never go through that again.  In my next blog entry, I’ll probably ramble on about the very interesting little California town I now call home.  I started out in Paris, France, then New York City and ended up in Northern California.  My back deck looks out onto the redwoods.  Somehow, I managed to end up in the little country town of my dreams still surrounded with the population diversity I was used to in New York.  Time to feed the furry kids and walk the dog.  To be continued…….