Easter Sunday, April 8, 2012
I was going to sleep late this morning, but too early a neighbor was out on his tractor working in his new pasture and making a racket that sounded like it was in my back yard. So I got up to see what was going on. The thing is, the acoustics in this curve of the road make noise sound like its right outside my windows. When I saw it was just him I came in but couldn't go back to sleep. Oh well.

Easter reminds me of a friend, Raine, a kind and gentle soul whom I asked if she sees the glass as half full or half empty. She said "I see the glass as FULL!" Satisfied and happy with life, a good person who once cared for a baby squirrel by feeding it and carrying it in her pocket until it reached adulthood.

I started art classes again-it is immensely enjoyable, and I'm almost finished with another magnolia painting--the only thing I can paint well! In the class the ladies were talking about mis-placing things. One woman said she couldn't find her glasses and was cross with herself until she found them two days later in the frige. Another woman said she had a bilateral mastectomy and mis-placed her rubber implants that fit in her bra. Her husband helped her and they found them stuffed under a cushion on the sofa. Hearing that other people lose things makes me feel less of a dip.

Politics is a hard subject with this group of ladies. None of them wants Obama for another term, but shudder at the idea of having a Mormon instead. As far as Romney, it makes me uneasy that a man seems so desperate to be in the White House. PS: It seems the "mystery" of the Obama birthplace is gonna be screamed about until his last day in office. Sheriff Joe Arpaio needs to tend to his own business.

I was at the Piggly Wiggly looking for something to make a salad. As I passed down the fruit and vegetable aisle, I heard one woman say to another "Oh-they don't have any artichokes--and my husband has to have his boiled artichokes!
I'll just have to see if they have them in a can and he'll have to do with that!" With her southern accent, I knew she was From Here, but must have married a man From Somewhere Else. No southern man HAS to have boiled artichokes!

Well about 10 days ago there was a high speed chase through two counties and five towns, law enforcement hot on the tail of a miscreant, and it ended at the BP station 2 miles away, where I buy gas. The driver had an outstanding misdemenor warrant and took his three passengers on this thrill ride to get away, driving an old Ford car that looked as if it wouldn't go over 50 mph. How he got away from the cops is a puzzle.

Then Monday a guy walked into the Cuco's Mexican restaurant in Hattiesburg (The town I call the Big City, 35 miles north) and opened fire and shot 5 people without provocation. The shaken owners said "You hear about this happpening in other places, but never imagine it could happen here."
Well, craziness is all around, and anything can happen.

SUSIL