I actually thought this was just going to be a normal Thursday morning. The dogs needed to go out before the alarm went off. The alarm went off before I wanted to get up. Some people say the mornings are much brighter due to the time change. I don’t see it. I see dark.
Anyway after the shower, I open up my contact case. I can’t find the contact. So I continue to swish my finger around and around – nothing. Maybe it fell on the counter. I lean over and look along the counter. Oh and remember I am contact-less (aka blind). Nothing. So I put in the other contact, certainly that will help. I start to put the case away when I spot it – hanging off the side of the case. Thank goodness. I pop it in.
If any of you have ever worn contacts you will understand the next few
hours seconds. Tears are pouring out of my eyes as I try to pry my eyelids apart. I can’t do it, let alone grab that contact. Finally, I got that little sucker out. Glasses were the look of the day.
This is the look I was going for:
This is the look I got:
So let’s talk Turkey Day. No, not Thanksgiving, silly. Turkey days. Just passin’ through guys, just passin’ through.
The dogs were quietly whining, the cats were outside – but laying low, the horses, on the other hand were quite interested. When the turkeys got into their pasture, they actually trotted out to see them.
I left for work and saw this:
Come on…. Don’t they have any idea that Thanksgiving is only a couple of weeks away? This is no time to be taking a vacation.
You know how you hear of people cutting themselves with a kitchen knife – usually while rapidly chopping stuff, right? So picture this: While holding a plastic bag of vegetables upright with one hand, grab the sharpest knife you own and with great vigor slice across the top of the bag – straight through to the other side where your fingers are!
Completed cooking like this:
because it’s much more dramatic than a band-aid.
I watched a great movie/documentary on Netflix called “A Ballerina’s Tale”. It’s about the life of Misty Copeland and the world of ballerinas.
Now go out and have a great Friday!
One step at a time,