Hi Sweet People,

I've decided that what few grams of energy left that cleaning has not stripped, blogging will finish the job. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE bloggin', as in gloamin' not gloaming, but it takes TIME. PLENTY of TIME. And to think DTD says I don't work, I don't have a job. Last night I got ONE hour of sleep. SOOOOO . . . guaranteed short tonight.

Speaking of gloamin', you will not believe the latest. You can't. It's unbelievable. I come downstairs this morning (there ARE three mornings of the week I am required to rise with the rest of America, gag, but I love WHY I have to get up, for my beloved job, see below, not above, and church), and Mike has just read my blog. He says, Why did you say gloaming is like a heavy mist or fog? I retort, Because that is what you told me (duh!). He said, I did not. Oh, really? I do not invent these things, sweet people. In the car last night on the way to his Singing for Your Health class, we were talking gloaming and the songs that employ it. Mike SPECIFICALLY said, Gloaming is a fog or mist. He goes on to so-called prove his stance by singing snippets of a few songs that employ this word you can now never forget, I'll see to that, where it seems to fit that gloaming, indeed, is some kind of a mist. It's like GLOAMING is suddenly coming out of the woodwork, a word I'd given no prior thought until noticing it on an Andy Griffith episode, in the choir song. I noticed because it was an interesting word, never heard it before. Now I discover gloaming is the main word in the English language. So, I repeat Mike's valuable info in my blog only to have him act, a mere thirteen hours later, like he's never heard of such a thing, ah, shucks. You wanna know WHY his whistle whipped 'round? Because he Googled GLOAMING. When all else fails, Google gloaming. I don't know why I hadn't done it myself, since I think Google should be named one of the Seven Wonders of the World. And do you wanna know what Google said? The definition of gloaming is stunning, to say the least. The definition also sunk Mike's expression, he looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. WHO ME?, no, I NEVER said gloaming was dew in the air. All fog now removed, GLOAMING is a colloquial term for TWILIGHT. They may as well have shouted DUSK! from the mountain tops, as far as I'm concerned. SOOOO, all this jabber about gloaming being dusk was right on the money. All the ensuing gibberish about doubting it was just that, gibberish. Well! Talk about coming full circle. I need to TRUST my instincts, sweet people. Mike's story aburptly changed when the facts emerged. Funny how that works.

BTW, I wrote above, not once, but twice, that the songs employed gloaming. Which is suspiciously identical to what I said last night, how my friend and I simultaneously employed little rat(s). I don't often like to utilize a concept back-to-back like that, I like to forge into unchartered KEM syntax. But, I just couldn't see any other way tonight. Plus, I'm tired.

Also, Mike wants to know why it's so easy for me to throw out all his junk, but not my junk. It just is, that's why.

Today I had a wonderful time with the FABULOUS lady, my friend, I assist on errands. We walked her neighborhood, which IS Old Florida Wonderland. It is TOTALLY St. Petersburg's best kept secret, so I shall keep their secret, although I'm itching to blab. I have already picked out the house I want. It's my dream cottage and an older man lives there who is completely meticulous. I know this because I met the most enchanting couple who live in one of the most enchanting properties IMAGINABLE. Their home looks like a small chateau, it's on the water and the back yard is gigantic and filled with lush Florida vegetation, a hammock, a patio, a beach, a dock, boats. The house has attention to detail and is just appropriate in every way. You know what I mean? The front door is arched with two curved panes of glass at the top, following the outline of the door. I said, WOW, gorgeous front door. The lady of the house said, Yes, isn't it marvelous. She said the whole house is full of all the original detail. All the houses are unique, some of the larger ones built by famous builders. Well, then I pointed, See that house over there, that's the one I want. She said, Go tell him, that's how you get houses, let the owner know. The lady I help has already decided this nice older man should outright deed the house to me, since he has no family. I hope she suggests it to him immediately. I could go along with that. Definitely. A small matter that he's never met me, but we're going to fix that soon. The house is me to a tee. And it has just one bedroom. Fine, who else in the world besides me might want just a one bedroom house? I want easy. Trees abound in this utopia. And before too long, under these trees, the neighborhood is going to host a yard sale. It's a REAL community and they do things together all the time. The couple I met were all excited to minimize their possessions. They had just vacationed in Europe for some time and were inspired by the simple lifestyle employed (oops) there to come home and properly dispose of their excess belongings, things that are perfectly good but they just don't use. You can BE SURE this is one morning where I will face the dawn and BE THERE. I want to happen upon some goodies to go in my new one bedroom house. I can park in my friend's driveway and push a wheelbarrow.

Tomorrow I have to tell you my punchline from over a week ago, the one about Sally Goes Shopping Alone and The Little Rabbit that would not Eat. It will all tie in beautifully with above paragraph. TRUST ME.

KEM the Tease