I have some smoked paprika! Along with a Boston butt cut pork shoulder roast. Pork adobada? (Yes, I am well aware I told you I’m not supposed to consume pork and as a habit I don’t.!. But… makes rude noises and hopes you know he me knows he’s smelling rather like a potential law very much full of ‘pork’)
I dreamt I was given a fat! Rolly and I kept losing a bit of it on it journey with me back to wherever.
Dream moods (dot com)
I ran into my first recognized church person outside of church at the grocery along with a favorite pal too! I of course would have not easily recognized my pal and of course got the church peoples names wrong – drat! Bahaha those moments when you sorta feel bad you’re not the memory trap you thought you once were! Or you could say I only thought oo how cool I was spotted! First time! Thanks little Allie.
I still stew in a way yet it’s easier – I’m not angry as much as the whateverseems to float away. It’s sad to hope to share and not do so which was the point all along but such isn’t just my choice. I’ll obviously stewlater with joys versus potential whistfuls of what was. It’s therapeutic to remember joy drives not fight for something and thus miss it twice!
Fine thinking brought to you by the blue bull (schlitz malt liquor) and a lot of church.