January 5, 2019

Good morning. Coffee story time. ☕️
There have been many times that my "smart" phone has made me feel stupid, but never as much as it did this morning. 😏
But first, in my defense of innocence👼, let me say that I woke up again at 2:40 a.m. with leg cramps, a headache, and severe nausea. I sat there rubbing my leg, trying not to think, and breathing deeply to calm my tummy. It took until almost 4 a.m. to quiet my body down enough to even get sleepy again. Knowing that I needed to wake up at 5:45 a.m. (work day today), I checked my alarm. Realizing how tired I was I was afraid that I would not hear the alarm. So, since I slept in a sundress with an elastic bodice, I slipped my phone down into the front of my dress, and I went to sleep.
Now, second in my defense, I was going thru some of my things between Christmas and New Year's - a purging of sorts. And I found a package of panties that were brand new. Yeah, me. However, I have lost some weight since buying them, so they are about a size and half too big. Didn't think about that being an issue.
I woke up at 6:06 a.m. thinking of nothing but making coffee. ☕️As I was putting the coffee and water into the pot, I felt that uncomfortable urgency to pee. (TMI? I'm sure it will be worth it.) I focused intensely on getting the coffee going. About that time, I thought about my phone. I felt the top of my dress, no phone. Did I dream that I put it there? I walked over to the recliner, did not see my phone. But the urgency to pee was greater than the desire to find my phone.
I started back to the bathroom, reminding myself that I needed to plug my phone in for a charge when I found it.
Almost to the bathroom and a light came on.
Under my dress.
Lower than my waist.
? ? ? 🧐
Losing all sense of needing to pee at that moment, I realized what had happened.
One more "in my defense", I have a popper on the back of my phone to help me not drop it (I have arthritis in my right hand, and sometimes I simply lose the grasp on things).
Ok, to finish this.
My phone had slipped down into my dress, I assume when I stood up. The popper had hung on my panties. I also assume that in moving around the screen had come on, or the flashlight button had been activated. 😒
Yes, I retrieved my phone from my panties, turned the screen & flashlight off, plugged it in.
Then made a mad urgent dash to the bathroom to PEE!
So that was the beginning of my Saturday morning. How is yours? Sigh

This has been a hard and painful heart lesson.

Ruth Hensinger was married on this day in 1947, wearing a dress made from the nylon parachute that saved her husband's life.
Maj. Claude Hensinger, a B-29 pilot, was returning from a raid over Japan in August 1944 when his engine caught fire. When he proposed to Ruth after the war, he offered her the material from the parachute that saved him.
She worked with a seamstress to create the bodice, and used the strings on the parachute to shorten the front of the dress and create a train in the back.
The dress was also worn by their daughter and by their son’s bride before being donated to our National Museum of American History.
 

Although I am homesick for this place, I choose to not search for it. If it is to be again, for it did exist at one time for me, it will just have to find me. I am concentrating on this moment, looking for the smiles & the laughter. Learning to love life just as it is. Knowing well how it can change in a heart beat.

I love this picture.
Having been to many old country stores,
I know how this store smells inside,
I can hear the creaking of the floor boards.
Oh the stories that are being told on this porch!
The laughter that rings in the air. T
he ice cold drinks, with bits of ice frozen to the bottle that drips on the shirt as it melts. Ahhhh...yes, I love this picture -
​and the memories it invokes.