Well, it has been quite the day. It is so very cold out. I could not get into my car fast enough. Which reminds me that I found my secret key holder on the floor of the garage yesterday.   This was quite the  blessing. Because I use my secret key nearly as often as I use my regular keys. For those of us with Adhd, the magnetic key holder that goes under the car is a critical component of driving a car. The odds that I have my keys available when I approach my car are about 50/50. And this is where the magnetic key holder is a life saver. If I remembered to put it back the last time I used it. The man at A1 key on the north side is a good friend of mine. We are on a first name basis. But it is so much more efficient if I can just lay on the ground and retrieve my secret key. Recently I was at Petsmart, and upon returning to my car, I realized that I did not have my keys. No problem. I laid on the ground to find the magic key holder. A gentlemen approached me, and by the look on his face, he seemed afraid that he would have to perform cpr on me. He said "what are you doing?" " I am looking for my hidden key." "Why are you looking there"? Duh. "Because I keep it under my car". He looked confused. And then I realized that this was indeed, not my car. I drove a Toyota Forerunner. This was some kind of Chevy. Oops. Sorry. And I proceeded to find my car.
This was not too bad, actually. I have struggled to use my key, only to have someone approach me and ask me, again, what I was doing. Isnt it obvious? I'm opening my car. And yet, when I looked inside, it was actually the car of a person with a briefcase and a mountain dew. Sorry. But this is nothing compared to the time I locked my keys in the car, and was pleased to find that I had left the Forerunners sun roof open. As I was about to lower myself into my car, a guy approached and asked me "what are you doing". "obviously I am climbing into my car through the sun roof." Of course, it was not my car, and it is much more difficult to get out of a car through the sunroof than you would imagine. It would be helpful if I had the remote that came with the car, but that was gone within a few weeks. And so, I lay on the ground, in the snow, in the rain, and terrify old people who dont know CPR, and frighten young people who think that a middle age white woman is breaking into their car. And if all else fails, I call my friend at A1 key on the north side, and he comes to my rescue. It's always an adventure! Stay warm.

a billion words.........

     I am beginning this daily blog in the hope of eventually becoming a saint, because if I do this more than one day, it will be a miracle. I like words. I like to say them, and read them and shout them. I like to say them really fast and I like to string a lot of them together. I say them to anyone who will listen.  I often say them to people who are not listening. I talk to myself on an ongoing basis; it keeps me from getting bored at the grocery store. I say many things to my dogs. I say stupid things, like, "who are  mommy's little boy and girl?" I hear myself say that and I say to myself, "Oh my God, you are so annoying". I say " let's go potty" to them constantly on their walk, and it usually works. Sometimes I have to say it 100 time first. I am hoping that someone will hear me say it, and see them pee, and think "there are two well trained little dogs". Because that is the only way anyone is ever going to say that about my dogs. I say " take those headphones off and get your backpack" to my grandson.....He replies "Huh?" And then I say it about ten more times. It just seems like the right thing to say, although it has little effect. I once gave a beautiful lecture about God and the dignity of being a student on the way to school. At the end, my grandson looked at me and said "Were you talking? I was looking at the birds." I tell my grandaughter that she will be happy that she took piano when she is older.  She looks at me as if I said the Cubs will win the world series in my lifetime. Sure, Grandma.
My friends husband used to say to her children," kids, if each of us was only allotted a billion words in a life time, mom would have run  out a long time ago". Words. I love 'em. I've got at least a half billion to go.