How about a laugh, (hopefully)

What do we learn from hippopotamuses?
That it's impossible to reduce weight by eating greens and salads and walking 🙃🦛

in reply to @olderdiva12345 I am glad this gave you a laugh. I need one now, and perusing the recent posts of others has helped. I just looked at a quote: "Whoever is trying to bring you down, is already below you."
-kushandwizdom

I have previously posted about a comment a "friend" made to me that she thought I looked like a Holocaust victim. She called me today but I did not answer the phone, so she texted me asking if she could call and I said "No, I am not well." She told me to pray. Finally I told her that because I feel honesty is always best, her comment to me really resonated. In fact, I went to ULTA cosmetics a few days ago and asked one of the young women there if they had any products that might help me look a little more "alive." She gave me some samples to try, and if I like them I will go back next week to buy something. I do not wear makeup, but used to when I was working. So, I told this "friend" what I had done, and her response was that she was glad I was getting something to help me look less "gaunt." Perhaps I am sensitive to such comments because I have always taken great pride in my appearance. My clothes are always ironed, creased down the front of my shorts, that I now have to buy in the boys department because my normal 31 inch waist is now 24 inches. I texted this person back and included the definition of "gaunt" and asked her if she had ever seen the movie "Bambi." You know, "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything." I always liked Aesop, "The prudent person looks before leaping." Anyway, this evening the woman texted me back and said that "gaunt" is not insulting. I beg to differ, especially considering that I have lost 40 pounds in one year, unintentionally. I wonder how any of those men and women at the infusion center I saw last week would feel if someone told them they looked "gaunt" and their friend was glad they were buying something that might better their appearance. I want to cry, but can't. I don't understand people anymore, at least those among us who have no sense of humanity or kindness, like we do. All of us on this platform have suffered, are suffering, and while I wish I could save all of you, I know that I cannot. However, all of you have saved me in more ways than I can tell you. I ask so little of others, this was the way I was raised. It is not a bad thing, but sometimes I do feel like I need some help, and now is that time. The woman who texted me also said that she had apologized, and that she was leaving it up to me to decide whether I wanted to be "friend" or "foe." I don't want either. All I want is peace, respect, maybe some love, and also some sense of humanity thrown my way, because I think that as a decent person, I deserve at least these things. I recently began following a guy on Instagram, where I go mainly to look at Smuckers, a pit bull who is always cute and reminds me of my dog who died last year. The fellow's name is Dan De Luis, and he lives in Ontario, Canada. He is amazing, and the wisdom he shares is so "right on." Things like "protecting your peace," getting rid of "toxic people" and things of that nature. On Sundays he has a half hour program with deep breathing which I watched for the first time last Sunday. I do not know if he is a mental health professional, but he is very astute about people and how we have to choose the "right" people to be in our lives. He is of course, a stranger to me, but he has been of great help to me, and he has helped me to reestablish my feeling that perhaps there are kind people in our world who give without asking of anything in return, like we do.
I woke up one morning this week covered with you know what and had to do three loads of laundry. This is my life. I wonder how my "friend" would react if I shared this with her. However, I still lift weights, create beautiful things for others, and my garden looks like something out of Sunset Magazine. I know, pride is not really supposed to be a virtue, but for me it is, because I did not learn how to be proud until my dog died and I became ill. I recently sent my sister a card and told her that I had not told anyone that as a result of my illness I actually think I am a pretty good person, am selfless and a loyal friend. I wonder if anyone else has become more empowered as a result of their diagnosis, whatever that may be.
Tomorrow I am going to Harvest Day at the UC Davis Horticulture Center so that I can support my friend, who was once my doctor. And yes, my clothes are already ironed and I just might wash my shoes tonight. Crazy.
Thank you for reading this, and also for helping me find my way in the dark without a light.

Frances. Your comments have caused me to stop and rethink a few things. I wish I could make you smile today, tomorrow and always as you seem to be in a lot of emotional pain with a friend who appears to be toxic for you, among other issue which you choose to skirt. That is the statement that stopped me as I have a toxic daughter and an have had to "delete" her. No one, not that I have told many people, seems to understand that it is mandatory for my own wellbeing and mental stability and peace of mind.

Your words did touch me deeply and I thank you for your courage and forthrightness. In addition, I will look at Dan De Luis. He sounds as though he has become a mentor of sorts and I happy for you that you have connected with him. I am in the Winter of my life and all considered am in decent health with the usual problems of osteoporosis which, compared to other's problems is minor and I am handling it with the help of a fine, Gentleman of a husband, two adorable and loving Cavalier King Charles dogs. I love them more than most humans. I was born a Southern Lady and act like one; doing for others where and when I see an opportunity. I am fashion forward, wear make up every day because I believe that I owe it to myself and my Husband. If we think we look pretty we feel Pretty.
With regard to friends I/ we have few. My stand is that if you more good friends than you can take care of and have their backs, on one hand you have too many. We can count them on one hand and that's all.
One other thought, Francis. If you are in a room with people who are smarter than you, you are in the wrong room. All the best to you this day and tomorrow and the next. "J"

It`s always awkward ending phone calls with loved ones. I`m always like, "I love you," and they`re like, "Thank you for choosing Dollar General!” (Stolen from Louie Blue Coat)

in reply to @olderdiva12345 Thank you for the kind words of wisdom. I have more to say, but am leaving soon for Harvest Day. I am looking forward to being around like minded people. I am smiling because I have this other mantra, "if I look good, I feel good." I am looking quite spiffy today, sans makeup. We have a lot in common. I have two sisters, one who no longer talks to me and has removed me from her life because she did not want to hear about my medical issues. In fact, she told me her "life coach" said to tell me that she only wanted to talk about recipes. It has been three years and I am fine with the situation. My sisters are 8 and 10 years older than me, and I have a very close relationship with my oldest sister.
In any event, have a blessed day. Best. Fran

Is the saying “Redlight at night is the sailor’s delight?”

Red sky at night, sailor's delight
Red sky in moring, sailor's take warning.

Hubby is ex-Navy!

Red sky at night, sailor's delight
Red sky in moring, sailor's take warning.

Hubby is ex-Navy!