The Piper sent me an email saying that I had misspelled Pomalift yesterday. He had googled it to find the correct spelling. While writing yesterday's post, I had puzzled over the spelling. " Palma, Pomma, Poma, Pamma, etc all went through my mind. Did it have an L or had Okies done their usual L deletion? I did Google it. I did find it spelled Palma, but I did not look any further. Piper did a deeper research of the word and came up with Poma as the correct spelling. I was just lazy.
Strange things happened to me yesterday while I was in town. I stopped by the post office to mail a package to my cousin for her upcoming 50th birthday. I had angle-parked my car across the street from the PO. It is usually much easier and less traffic than parking directly in front of the PO. Because there was a car on either side of me, I had to inch my way back looking over my right shoulder as I backed out into traffic. A truck came around the corner into my lane of traffic, so I waited on him to pass. As soon as I could see that my lane was clear, I gave it some gas to back on out. Who would expect a pedestrian to step behind me from my blind spot. Of course the lady had jaywalked. Of course, she had to see and know that I was backing. There was no way I could see her even if I looked back over my other shoulder. What would possess someone to step behind a backing car? I slammed on my breaks and missed her as she kept walking behind my car, but it really shook me.
I met Toby for a nice lunch and he let me rant about the pedestrian – told me I should have run her down – making me laugh and causing me to "get over it." Of course I would not "run her down" – it was his way of teasing me. Then I went to get my "hairs cut" as GBN1 says. I love going to the beauty shop and letting someone work their magic on me. Maybe growing up with a mother who was a beautician made the beauty shop a place of comfort.
Once I was all refreshed and beautiful, I went to Wal-Mart, parking in my usual parking space. Toby teases me about being like my dad – always parking in a specific place. But I park far out in the lot near a cart-return where I can put my groceries in the car, put up the cart easily, and pull out of Wal-Mart without any hassle. This time, as I was unloading the groceries into my trunk, the wind was blowing like a son-of-a-gun. A big gust of wind caught the trunk just as I turned to set a sack down. The trunk conked me on the head so hard that I saw stars. I stood there holding my head with tears welling up in my eyes wondering if I was bleeding, wondering if I was going to pass out, wondering (for just a second) who the heck hit me on the head. Then I realized that I must look ridiculous standing there and worried that someone might stop to see if I was okay. If anyone had showed any kindness or concern, I probably would have burst into tears. I guess I must be a brick-brain ‘cause I was just fine. I do have a bruise and it did bleed just a little, but the new hair-do covered it nicely. Next time I choose a parking space, I will factor in the direction of the wind.
At church last night, several people told me that the Hawaiian babes had sent pictures of their snorkeling adventure. Since I did not get any yet, it is difficult to pass them on.
Today is art. I am staying home all day.