I left off telling you that Sam and I were going for a visit to the Urologist. Indeed, my Sam must undergo some biopsies of his prostrate on November 20th. Hmmm, that's the week of Thanksgiving. Hopefully all will be well, as his blood work indicates that everything looks mostly positive; and, we will have much to be thankful for. Sam's parents died at young ages. They were smokers. Sam is a smoker. I worry, but there is not much I can do; except to be grateful that he doesn't impose his habits on me. Our home is smoke-free. Sam smokes outside or in his work truck. Every now and then I get a whiff of second-hand smoke if I walk past him outside or if he's just put a cigarette out. I don't like it, not one bit! He knows this about me too. I love him sooo. I keep thinking someday he will get wise....someday...

I miss our daughter terribly. Victoria emailed last week giving me her new address, in order that I might forward any mail she would receive here. Ha...she's always business-like when I do hear from her. The thing is, she and I are not in business together; we are family. Mother/daughter issues keep me floored at times. Someday, Victoria will be older, as will I; and perhaps we will both be much wiser as well. I understand that she is trying to learn how to make a life for herself on her own without our assistance. In this respect, I am proud of her efforts. I hope she will remember that "no man is an island". I've always taught her that being inter-dependent with others is not the same as being dependent on others. In case you are wondering, I doubt very seriously that she's reading my blogsite at this time. She probably doesn't remember the web address, though it wouldn't bother me one bit for her to read anything I write about her. She knows my heart. However, like my sister, PJ., Victoria isn't extremely interested in the world of computers. She continues to be very dear to my heart, as always.

I do a lot of thinking at the kitchen sink while washing dishes. God knows I am there often enough!! Our previous kitchen was brand spanking new. We had restored it and purchased all new appliances, etc. You'd better believe, I had a top of the line, whirpool dishwasher in that deal. However, things come and things go. Now, I am back at the sink, washing dishes the old-fashioned way, scalding hands and all. I've found my dishwashing to be quite therapeutic. I think of everything. I do a lot of contemplative praying at the sink. Sometimes I think about goofy, crazy things as well. Here are a few of my thoughts today:

What the hell was John Kerry thinking anyway?

Some of the wisest, and most intelligent people I know have served this country well in the armed forces; whether they were drafted or chose to serve of their own free will.

Should I become an independent?

Since e. coli most assuredly comes from ass, I am thankful that our local Wal-Mart super center has supplied shopping cart handle wipes at both their entrance doors! By the way, our Wal-Mart super center is quite clean and organized. Some of you have talked about how hellish your Wal-Marts are; some of them are disorganized, some are dirty, and some are both. I am glad ours is organized and clean. When I shop there, I try to go during "off times" for others. I like to shop late at night after work, or very early morning on my days off work.

Why doesn't everyone know that e. coli comes from ass?

Will I ever eat spinach again?

Maybe I'll eat spinach again if I grow it myself...

Stay what course?

I understand the logic that if a relationship hasn't been nurtured for years, it is difficult to pick up where you left off without building back a step at a time...this thought is in reference to a particular person I'm thinking about.

What are our plans for Thanksgiving? That's a tough one for me right now...

Why do people feel the need to repeat themselves? Why do I often feel the need to repeat myself?

Have a good evening folks!