Six pieces of bacon. That's what I ate tonight. The brand is Sunday Bacon and I take that to heart. And I ate four fluffy pancakes cooked in bacon grease then smeared with butter and syrup. Farewell, fair friends. Maybe the glass of fresh squeezed orange juice will save me. And at least the syrup was Log Cabin, NOW WITH NO HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP! That has to count for something. Nice time of year in Florida when friends are trying to unload the overload of citrus from their back yards. I'll take it any day.

The lady I take to grocery is COMPLETELY disciplined in her diet. No fat allowed, she considers it an abomination. Boy, she'd better not get wind of my recklessness. Even her skinny cat is on weight control cat food. I can't help it, the more fat the merrier, within reason of course. Tonight I was less than reasonable, but I can fix that tomorrow, provided I live to see it.

Only saw one pale blue blotch today. Looked from the computer to the white woodwork under the window and there it was, winking at me. Mystery blue spots. When and where will the next one appear? My friend in Washington called to tell me she discussed blue spots with her sister, the nurse, and I am now expected to call the doc right away.

My current fun is that I sent CDW, in her surprise boxes, my first grade class picture. Her assignment is to pick me out of the bunch of cherubs, all the girls with prim and proper dresses, boys looking presentable, everyone with folded hands on desk and sweet smiles. CDW'S first guess, with consensus from her daughters, was who most people pick, Judy S. It is a compliment that they should say I am Judy S. So CDW'S next pick, strike two, is a girl with the same haircut as Judy S., only with blond sunny highlights in the hair (Judy has dark brown hair). CDW was calling all her sleuthing powers into play, knowing I grew up in the swimming pools, three times a day.

I have more fun with this because once for a lesson with my AWANA class, ages 3 and 4, I brought in this picture and asked if anyone could identify KEM when she was in first grade (the point of the lesson long forgotten, unless it was to show how cross the teacher looked in the picture, it's hilarious, but that Jesus loved the little children). Well, the holy terror of my class came right up front and took the picture in his fat little hands and studied each girl's face intently. Out of the 15 girls in the picture, he pointed straight to me. This is so amusing because the only other person to pick me out on first try is my nephew. I know, this is juvenile, but it's cheap entertainment for me, if you come to my house you will probably be accosted with this picture game. Even my husband picked Judy S. In fact, I can't wait to tell Judy S. We grew up on the same Avenue, she lived a few blocks up the street and, as life plays out, we now live a few blocks from each other in this, our present neighborhood. DTD baby-sat her girls for years. Judy S. told me a couple of times that she hoped her daughters would turn out just like DTD. Good going, DTD!

So, the bad little boy broke into a huge grin when I did back flips that he had picked correctly. CDW tells me one of her daughters originally picked a little girl out to be me but CDW poo-pooed her choice. Now, of course, I can't wait to find out if Mary was right and she can be listed with young people of Great Observational and Deducible Skills.

So, I hope CDW doesn't throw in the towel of frustration. She went so far as to suggest I was absent on the day of the photo and that I am kidding her. Not so. She plans to extract revenge by sending me her class picture and I get to choose. At least the picture is stirring her beloved memories of the combined elementary schools smells of ink, candy and cleaner, so this is not a total loss.

Arteries more clogged than before,
KEM