Boy, I just thought I’d leave that heading just as I wrote it at 5 a.m., after waking early. There’s a story there. I’m not sure I’m a lady, but I know I’m little because I’ve lost 5 inches in my lifetime, though I guess overall I gained more–initially, of course.  And the thing about tennis shoes may be cute, but they hurt my feet–come to think of it, almost any shoes hurt my feet after awhile. That’s why I have so many shoes–I wear one  pair a few days til they hurt my feet, then buy another cheap pair that rubs a different place..

Just thought you’d like to know it looks like I’m making progress on cleaning out my junk. I can see my rug in the middle of the room now–of course I’ve also spread to a second room, which isn’t too good.  After a low period with my pinched nerve I got from lifting a    huge giraffe in my kitchen (I know it shouldn’t have been up on my kitchen counter–that’s why I had to lift it off), I’m getting ideas again.  Now if this plateau just lasts awhile until I get my stroke from afib, I’ll be sitting pretty.  After that, good luck with chortling from reading my blog.  (I know you’re not chortling–just liked that word.)

I’d better go run now and try to find my middle daughter’s address, because I finally got a letter, an envelope, my return address sticker and stamp together (whew!); just needing a street address and zip code. I still know the city and her name.  Talk to you later, the good lord willing, as Athur Godfrey used to say–oh yes, did you know, I have his autograph from back when I wrote  something nice about him in my Miami Journal radio column.