life is good.....

ok, so if there had been anybody at home to ask how was my day....i would have answered that it was a great day and life is good.......not a redletter day.....but any day when mileage is being paid.....and one work that to best advantage......let me explain......i have a 2-day conference in lexington.....on harrodsburg road........the mileage is pre-determined.....as the approximate distance between my day-job and the city of lexington...regardless of southside or northside......but i digress...paid mileage means that full advantage must be taken of lunchtime and the drive home.....and so when the lunchonyourown gong rang....i was out the door in a flash and headed toward the clay's mill goodwill....just a few turns from the st. joseph office complex.....a minor motherload.....a short-sleeved silk suit jacket, a pair of black linen pants......2 belts.....and a couple of nice shirts......for $16.10....i never argue about such things when i am in a hurry......but i was undecharged for the jacket....after the session ended for the day.....i stopped by the harrodsburg road goodwill on my way home....and found a few more nice things......black wool pants and few other things......not much....but i wasn't paying for the mileage to or fro......a quick stop at the kroger store behind......and i was home before the marketplace business report was over........there is not much to be said about diabetes workshops.......though at this particular event there was a dietitian from clark county who looked just what i would imagine that the mother of the l.o. looked like right out of college....though i am certain that art history was more of an interest to ann than nutrition, especially when the study took her to extended stays in italy....one could study the mediterranean diet in italy.....but one probably coundn't get credit for that.........i also thought about reese today......as she might have found the 2 quick trips to the goodwills humerous....and she probably would have found many more bargains in a shorter amount of time......she seems to have that knack, by all accounts.......i sent reese a copy of the russian cat theatre article....i trust she was not offended/horrified by the impulsiveness of the move......but it was only because i know her to like cats.......speaking of cats.........we did this silly icebreaker thing this morning to gettoknow the other diabetes educators at our tables.......and we were to tell our name, and where we worked.....and what animal we wanted to be if we had to be an animal.......and every other woman at my table wanted to be a cat....except for me.......i said i wanted to be a baby possum.....so i could figure out how to get in and out of the grey capecod style cottage on the circle..............