The family member that I wish I had more contact with would be my Grandma Mintie Long.  Evidently, when she lived in Kentucky, she was an herbalist.  Mother said people would come from all over to get her tonics and concoctions.  With my love of herbs, it would have been wonderful to learn things from her.

I went on a blind date once.  I don’t even remember how this happened or who arranged it.  I took a picnic lunch and we went to a park somewhere in the area.  It started to rain, and we ended up under the picnic table.  It seems that we talked and talked for hours.  I thought we had gotten along quite well.  He never called me again.  I must have had bad breath!

The place that I could travel to over and over again would be Jamaica.  I love the food, the people, the music and the ocean.  And you can drink the water.  I was scared the first time we went to Jamaica.  Rick took me for our twentieth anniversary.  I was afraid to fly over the ocean.  Friends, Jeff and Ellie Webb, went with us.  She brought a bottle of Champaign and I believe I drank most of it.  I was pretty mellow when the pilot announced that if we looked below we could see Cuba.

Another time, that will remain with me always because Mike Kelly reminds me of it, is the time that I got the giggles and the farts at the same time.  I could not quit laughing and so I ran to the restroom and hid behind the stall.  I was in there giggling and farting hysterically.  The lady in the next stall must have been highly entertained.

Another Jamaica trip was memorable.  The Webbs took their son, Jay, and we took our girls too.  They had a gambling room at the place we stayed, and we discovered the kids up there gambling.  It was hard to get Jay away because he was winning.

Do I believe in a higher power?  Now that is a very deep question.  I remember Addi telling me that Jessica told her classmates and friends that I was Buddhist.

I believe that the power is within us all.  It is within every living thing – trees, plants, animals and humans.  That is the reason that I am a Pantheist.  My god is all around me and inside me.  Nature is my church.  Gardening is my testament to my religion.

I have had a lazy streak a mile wide for about six weeks.  This arthritis is aggravating me.  I have to take medicine and I don’t like taking medicine.

Today I received a letter from my college roommate.  I found myself at my computer sending her a long email.  I discovered that the pain in my hands is affecting my typing.  I used to could type like a hundred words a minute and now I have to back track and correct my typing.  And my stupid capital shift key doesn’t work right.  I should pop it off and clean it.  I shouldn’t eat my breakfast over my keyboard.  And it is covered with dog hair.  Magical fibers of love, my ass!

Jess sends me a question about every week to write on.  I believe I have answered all four of the questions that I have been given to write about.  I hope the next question is more inspiring.

Peace be with you.