I believe if you look closely you will see ice hanging from my eye lashes. Those aren’t dark circles under my eyes — they are small skating rinks. And yes I slept in my sweatshirt.
It’s approximately 80 degrees below outside and not that much warmer in my place. To take Freckles out for a walk I wore two pairs of socks, two pairs of pants, my nightgown, and a sweatshirt all under a gigantic down coat. I felt like Randy in “A Christmas Story.” If I fell I would never get up but on the plus side with all that padding I probably wouldn’t break my hip.
Today I am going to the funeral of my friend Geri’s mother. Last Saturday I went to the funeral of my friend Mary’s mother. I hope to lay around on the couch next Saturday. They are dropping like flies. The church where the funeral for Geri’s mom is being held has had something like 20 people die in the past 2 weeks. It’s like O’Hara airport on a holiday — they are circling the sanctuary for a chance to land. Geri said the poor woman who assists with funerals in going crazy.
Okay, I have to go and put on my funeral outfit. Have a good day and stay warm.
This morning I woke up and saw myself in the mirror and thought: 1) OMG*; 2) I should take a picture of this; and 3) boy do I have to pee. So after taking care of Mother Nature’s call (and she seems to be calling way too often lately) I went to my computer and took this picture using Photo Booth, an application that allows you not just to take a picture of yourself and/or friends but let’s you manipulate it in ways that make you look like any day you will be appearing on Criminal Minds. Then as I brushed my teeth the idea came to M.E. for this blog.
I’ve wanted to do a blog for a long time, but had nothing different to offer so I didn’t do it — that and the fact that I kept procrastinating — but now I have something different to offer, and pictures of M.E. are very, very different.
So here I am, starting the new year with my first picture and my morning thoughts. I hope you will come along with M.E., and maybe respond with your own morning picture and thoughts.
Let’s hope 2010 is a good year because to be honest, and hopefully not piss off last year’s karma, 2009 pretty much sucked.