My whole family came this morning to collect me , to take me out to brunch! To be more exact, my nephew came, in his big red pickup truck, with the little step stool so "old people" can get in. I'm the old people.

His manners are impeccable politeness, his dialog a litany of the stupidity of other drivers, what he is studying, reading or doing in general. The ride is smooth, accompanied by many gentle darts and swerves to avoid bumps and rough places. He know they hurt me, but we don't speak of it. I thanked him once, and he explained it was to protect his truck. Right.
And away we went, to a place called Wildberries.

The plates were large enough to serve a plate of pasta with pignola pesto with lemon to six people. My blood glucose was 105 this morning. That's way high for me. So I ordered a Spinach Cobb Salad. I asked for a carry-out container before we are, and packed in it about six days of food away before eating my much more manageable portion of salad. It was a wonderful salad with mashed berries as the dressing. Rarely have I enjoyed a salad more. And I will again ! For dinner tonight. My food plan excludes iceberg lettuce but allows spinach, so it was a perfect match! This was a very large adventure for me! I went out with my whole family at once!

My life has good moments, as well as the bad moments I ranted about yesterday. I can't explain it. something in me snapped, and all this poisonous rant got dumped on greasy. I planned to remove it after my nap, but Beedith's judgment is really good, so there it stands. Yes, it is true. I came home from brunch and slept until four o'clock, I was so exhausted from the adventure.

It's Summer still, a few more days of it, anyway.I get out enough to see flowers. These were at the hospital the other day. There is happiness, even great joy at unexpected beauty.

Today the great beauty beauty is Lee Murdoch playing "The Great Lakes Song" as I type this. Like an old friend , coming in and tossing his woolly coat over a chair and taking out his guitar to play and sing, just for me. What luxury, to have music at the touch of a button and a switch!

Twice in three weeks I have been taken to visit my sister. She is six years my elder, and was diagnosed in March with Multiple Myeloma. It one of those we can't touch it yet cancers, and if they wait three days too long, she dies. Well, she dies ultimately, as we all do. Since I didn't take down the ugly post yesterday, I at least owe you some flowers from my life. So before I go get dinner, here's one more I shot this at the grocery store. My poor nephew was so horrified that I was taking pictures of the groceries, I thought he would swallow his nose.But they are mighty pretty. The picture will last lots llonger than cut flowers!

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My sweet nephew is hideously put out when I take pictures of flowers for sale at the grocery store. I figure you don't have to own the roses to own the vision of them. I wonder what the law really does say? The grocery store seems not to mind. Their employees giggle with me as I click away.

When I started my blog over at Blogster I used it to rant and rave about my life. It kept me sane until my life improved. When I came to Greasy I deleted all but one of my articles in Blogster so as not to offend the family members I had ranted about. I say if it makes you feel better, rant away.