More Monday!

Good Monday Afternoon! It’s been busy around Raabe Ranch this morning. Did I ever tell you why I call it that? This is the biggest yard the dogs have ever had to roam in. And it goes well with our German last name. Thus, Raabe Ranch. So huge the babe bought a riding lawnmower right when we moved in. He needs it, and I need to learn how to use it. You know, in case I ever need to mow. I did mow before my sons were old enough to mow the yard. We had a huge bank in front of the house, and it was a challenge, but not bad.

I have an appointment with the Allergy/Pulmonary doc on Wednesday. To test my lung function, she wanted me to have a COVID test. If I would have it, it could significantly impact the lung function. Good to know. The staff at UNO have a great setup for these tests required by doctors. They have a special parking lot/garage devoted to testing. You give your name, a Post-It Note with a number gets stuck on your windshield. They motions you to enter when it’s your turn. Window down, double check the patient name/birthdate, then the test. It’s not pleasant, I’m not going to lie. The phrase, “Up your nose with a rubber hose,” came to mind. It sure felt like it. I felt as if part of my left brain was removed via my nasal cavity. At any rate, it was over before I knew it. It did hurt for about an hour afterwards. Great job, UNMC and UNO.

My cover photo today is a bouquet of roses I bought at Target. It’s nice to give yourself flowers once in awhile. They smell so good. My Grandpa Bobell planted Tea Rose bushes in his yard. I’ll never forget that beautiful smell. I always think of him when I smell them. Funny how the sense of smell is one so many memories are tied to. The scent of cinnamon rolls baking remind me of Grandma Jewell’s house. I can drive past the address even now, and smell the scent of love. It makes me smile.

That is exactly why I love the smell of baby powder. We used to be able to put baby powder on the babies before they found out about it was bad for us. It was such a sweet, innocent smell. Nothing better! The fresh smell of rain, the smell of freshly sawn wood while making a project, the smell of fresh peaches as you take the first juicy bite, all make life sweeter. We will remember because the mind stamps the smells for us. All pleasurable memories.

Smells that some folks don’t like at all: The Stockyards on a humid, summer day, burnt popcorn at the movies, or the musty smell of Grandma’s basement. Lots of room for improvements, right? We were always told the Stockyards was the smell of money, the burnt popcorn, I don’t know how you can make that better, Grandma’s basement, humid, musty air can be lessened with dampness removers in jars, a dehumidifier, and a host of other things.

A smell I used to love was a campfire or fire pit. Not any more. After my son lost everything in the apartment fire last October, burning wood is no longer a good smell for me. He’s had a lot of stuff happen, more than many in 2019 and 2020, and he still has a good attitude. “Oh, well,” is something he frequently says and has since he was a teenager. He’s so resilient.

The smell of fried food reminds me of when both boys lived at home and worked at Grandmother’s on 90th and Dodge. The fried food smell was on them, their clothes, and the yellow residue tracked in the house on the inexpensive vinyl flooring in the bathroom. Smelly stuff. But I was glad they were kids who knew they had to work, and they had to work hard to keep and maintain their cars, insurance, etc.

I have a few personality charts to plan out this afternoon. My character Katie will have six or seven brothers to contend with, along with an aunt who is a mentor and friend. They will all appear in the first chapter, and it should be great fun. There is also a You Tube video describing the difference between Plot and Story. Sam, my book coach is sure keeping me busy! It could be overwhelming to try and piece all of these elements and make sense of them. I’m just glad I have her, and I would highly recommend her. Sam Tyler, The Write Book Coach, http://www.thewritebookcoach.com.

Hugs Are Good for All Of Us.

Memes about hugs are some favorites of mine. One mentions – Did you ever get a hug from someone and you could feel all your broken parts being put back together? Yes, those are the best kind. The Babe is one of the best huggers I’ve ever met. And yes, I feel my broken parts going back together. I do know quite a few very good huggers, too, and always want to greet them standing up, for a really good hug. Those kind last a good amount of time. Go get some today!

It’s late in the day, and I want to thank you for reading today. I appreciate your support. Help each other out, be kind and courteous, and be patient with each other. We need to be good examples. Wash up, wear your masks, and let’s just get this pandemic over with. See you tomorrow.

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