Yesterday while I was out running errands, a neighbor stopped by with a big coffee cake thing to thank Hubs for something. Streusel goodness on the top, stuffed with a cheesecakey type mixture. So yummy. But it needs something fruity. I'm thinking cherry pie filling. Or strawberry. I forgot something at Wallyworld, so I'll be heading to Dollar General anyway.
Heh, like either of us needs coffee cake or pie filling. Eh, who cares? I'm eating it. Test me, and I'll put ice cream on it, too, just for spite. LOL
I've spent the past two days basically on my ass. Here in the desk chair or in the recliner or in the car. I wasn't feeling bad, I'm just lazy. But, here's the kicker... I am stiff and sore today. I have to move this body or bad things happen.
Getting older blows. But it's better than the only alternative reality offers us. Wouldn't it be great if we could just stay a good age physically while we grow mentally? Alas, it doesn't work that way. We age, we corrode, shit falls apart. In my misspent youth, I used to say something like 'I don't care about my body. It's just there to carry my brain around.'* Well, stupid, it's not good for carrying around your brain if you don't take care of it. Like maintenance on your car. If you don't do basic maintenance, it won't be able to carry you around for as long as it should. Derp. Sometimes I'd like to go back in time and flick my younger self in the ears.
*Of course, I was saying that before my car accident when both my body and my brain took a hit.
My mom and I have been enjoying some lovely chats lately. Going over the past - both hers and mine. I like to think talking with her about all those things from long ago helps keep her sharp. I know it helps keep me sharp. And she's been telling me stories I'd never heard before, which is awesome. I'm getting stories about her time as an Air Force wife and her time stationed with Dad in France. Post -WWII Europe stories and pre-Vietnam stories. Interesting stuff. I should probably write it down somewhere so it doesn't get lost.
One thing we were talking about yesterday was my childhood and how I lost most of my memories of it in the car accident. About the only memories I have of certain portions of it are the bad parts. Bad stuff sticks more firmly than good stuff, doncha know. I don't have any good memories of my grandmother, for instance. Oh, Grandma was a pip, but she couldn't have been all bad. I just wish I could remember the good times with her. Dudes, hang onto your memories tight. You'll miss them when they're gone.
And on that wise note, I'll let you go for today. Have a great one. And if you aren't doing anything worth remembering today, take a moment and reminisce. Jus' sayin'.