Air you can wear

Finally, a day with less humidity! It's really been similar to Louisiana's "air you can wear." Esteemed Spouse is out golfing today, as he will be again at least two more days this week. I'm procrastinating, as I've been doing for days. I must get busy.

He bought a tablet like our older son's tablet, a Samsung Galaxy. It's been fun using it. And he's also trying to get me to switch to an Android-type cell phone. Just when I'd begun to master my Blackberry....

I feel thick-headed today. This time of morning, it always feels as if I'm ready for a nap. I've been doing some wild dreaming lately, not all of it pleasant. I've dreamed that I was diagnosed with cancer, for instance. Oddly, I don't spend much time worrying about getting cancer, though perhaps I should. I worry about everything else, after all. To worry about getting cancer just feels rather like opening the door to possibility.

Today is the 59th birthday of a woman who used to be a friend. I thought she was, at any rate, only to find out that she was duplicitous and toxic. It consoles me to realize that even though I am older than she is, she looks a lot older than I do. Living well is the best revenge? Not really. But having better genetics may be. She's totally white-haired, and even though I have a few gray hairs, I am certainly not a gray-haired granny.

My mother at age 60 looked as if she were 80. My father at 60 looked 40. He did not gray until nearly 70. In this 1979 photo, taken one Christmas with my brother Curtis, Daddy would have been about 67 and Mama about 46.