
1. Face the future with confidence.
2. Practice magnanimity.
3. Charge more for my services (turn off TV shows that aren't entertaining, throw away food that doesn't delight the taste buds, shelve books that don't grab me in the first chapter).


2 and I watched the Lion King again just so I could practice my new words. Some words are easier for me. Simba means lion - that I remember from Tarzan movies. Twiga is giraffe - tall and skinny like Twiggy. Other words are hard. There is a group of words starting with ny that are hard for me. Nyama is meat. Nyati is buffalo.
Nyani is baboon.
Nyumbu is zebra
. Of those four words, I guess zebra correctly the most. I can get it, it will just take me a while. I talked to my tour guide last night. I told her I was worried that I would hold up the group because I don't walk very fast. One of the other group participants has paraplegia. I can walk circles around her.
Offspring #1 came home today thanks to nephew #1's ride home from the airport. I haven't seen him for 14 months. He looks great. So good to have everybody at home again. I got lots of cards and good wishes. Thanks to everybody! And I got a canary - or I will get the canary after my trip is over. Today I got the cage, cuttlebone, food, dishes, perches, and canary care book. I have wanted a canary for years. It's one of those things that I would like but don't buy because they are expensive and totally self-indulgent. I love it. 
I am inspired by my neighbor. I headed out yesterday morning to do some shopping. As I drove down my block, I came upon my neighbor cross country skiing down the middle of the street. I don't know this woman well but I do know a few things about her. She is married. She has adult children. She used to sing in a choir. All her children are in choirs or band. One of her grandchildren performs in the Army band. She is polite and seemingly tolerant of her husband who has a need to be right in every conversation I've ever had with him. She is a retired labor and delivery nurse. She has a very nice house on the banks of the Rum River. She and her husband walk and ride their bikes around the neighborhood. She adopted two miniature pinchers from a minpin rescue. Those dogs are totally spoiled. She thinks my dog's name is Chaos. I corrected her a few times but now I let it go because I think, the way the dog spazzes out when meeting others on the road, that Chaos is an appropriate name. I guess she is in her mid-eighties. And she had a hip replacement in June. She used her walker to walk around the block last summer. So yesterday, when I saw her skiing, I rolled down my window to talk to her. "How's your leg?" I asked. "Fine," she answered, "Doesn't hurt at all."
Love, Actually. Here are five girls (six if you count Blunder who is a girl and is out of camera range yet on the couch) watching Love, Actually. We're celebrating the holidays as a troop even though we're not officially a troop anymore. We are a troop in spirit. Watching Hugh Grant dance makes my heart go pitter pat.
ut wouldn't let that affect his decision. We won our money back but I ended up having to take a day off work and spend a lot of time and energy and I hasseled an older lady (who was trying to shaft me). We won but it was an empty victory. So even though my name is Sue, I am not the suing type. Is it too much to ask that a doctor would give you the straight information without hidden agendas?
At my house, there was a Christmas decoration hanging over the kitchen sink. I spent a lot of time at the kitchen sink looking out the window to the park. Our Christmas elf or pixie hugged his little knees. He was suspended on a string. He had long legs with bells for feet. I would hit one of his feet with my finger causing his leg to arc north toward the window. On the return journey, his leg would always arc back in such a way that the bells would collide and jingle. Somehow it was satisfying and reassuring that the bells collided every time.





I used to have a beautiful red star shaped tree topper. It had seen better days. For the past 10 years I have taped and clothes pined it to a paint stirring stick to get it to stay on top of the tree. This year my red star would not light. So I had to improvise. I had this angel that was given to me by a coworker about 8 years ago. She's an angel - see the picture? She has a white long dress with long sleeves. Her hands are in a white muff. Is that what you call it, a muff? It's a cloth canister open on both ends into which you put your hands to keep them warm. You can't do a darn thing with your hands once they're in there. Mittens and gloves are W A Y more practical. She has white wings with gold trim in the wing wrinkles. She has a bow at her neck, blond hair, a evergreen crown, and a hair net. Her eyes are closed. From the waist down she is lit up - as if she has a giant LED light between her legs. She is a nice angel but I just can't relate. I want my tree topper angel to be more like someone I can relate to. Vote for the tree topper angel enhancement of your choice.
Everyday I read the BBC news website. I like getting world news from a different angle. And I like looking at the BBC "Pictures of the Day." I check out the page from each continent, the health news, and the entertainment news. Today I read an interesting article about the jerboa. A jerboa is a tiny, noctural mammal from the Gobi desert. This is a hard animal to study and the Zoological Society of London is thrilled to finally get this creature on camera. It's hops about the sand like a miniature kangaroo. It has hairy feet that act like snowshoes on the sand. Here is the link to the article about it. http://news.bbc..co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7130484.stm The jerboa has one of the largest ear to body ratios of any mammal. LOOK AT THE EARS ON THAT THING! Is it any wonder the jerboa is camera shy?



Every year Merriam-Webster designates a word of the year. Last year the winner was truthiness (things known intuitively). My favorites this year were babymoon (vacation by a couple soon to give birth), pugnacious, and wOOt. I voted for wOOt. WOOt! wOOt! Go here to make your own vote - http://www.m-w.com/
I recently finished the book, "Dream When You're Feeling Blue" by Elizabeth Berg. This book is a story of life during World War Two. The eldest child in the Irish Heany family writes about her life and that of her younger siblings. Her boyfriend goes to war. The author writes about life in Chicago during the war. As I read the book, I couldn't help but compare life during WWII to life during the war in Iraq. We don't have victory gardens. We don't have war bonds. We don't have ration books for sugar and flour or gasoline. We don't save our rubber or steel for the war effort. We don't have big posters of an intimidating Uncle Sam pointing his finger and saying he wants you. Yes, we have casualties. But families suffer in almost isolation. This war isn't as politically popular as WWII. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there were isolationists during WWII but I have never heard much about them. Today I wrote a condolence letter to a Blue Star Mom in Minnesota. It seems to me that unless you personally know someone who has gone to the sandbox, the war doesn't even seem real. This book got me thinking about the differences between 2007 and 1945. Things have changed a lot.







Every fall I scour the stores and markets looking for Haralson apples. These are the species of apples we had in our back yard. No apple ta...