Stream of Blabbering

Its almost 10:30 and I'm still in my pj's...yep, sipping coffee, my third cup, wondering what happened to fall and thinking that perhaps I should get my tushy out the door and do a little work around the house...turn off the outside faucets, the air conditioning, take all the cushions to the garage...coil up hoses.  Its during this time that I frequently thing, well...there's always tomorrow to get all that stuff done...and then tomorrow rolls around and I say the same thing.  The cushions will still be on their chairs waiting to go in the garage, the patio furniture will still be on the patio, the water will still be on, and the leaves, what is left of them will continue to fall and swirl around on the ground..looking for comfort in the slowly freezing ground.

Coffee is good...it keeps me from falling asleep every other minute....it also keeps me blabbering.  Most people look at me mystified...I either have a lot to say and fit as many words into a minute as I possibly can...or I sit there and hope no one will ask me questions.  My words tend to want to come out all at once...hence the three to four topics at time conversations people tend to have with me...whether they want to or not.  The entire time I'm talking I'm thinking about my day...and other things.  I was having brunch with a dear friend on Saturday, and as I was babbling away, I kept noticing this older gentleman off in the distance...what's his story?  Are those his children sitting around him?  Unfortunately I have developed the great art of cutting people off when they are trying to speak.  Its horrid and rude, and for some reason I can't control myself.  It probably comes from years of listening to people tell me who they think they are and blabbering on and on and on...me never getting a word in edgewise...the tables have turned.

Reading again...so much reading being done lately.  Online sales are all but non existent so I de-clutter the house, and read.  I just got done reading 'The Forgotten Garden' by Kate Morton....I loved it.  As I finished the book and closed the cover, I started crying...yes, it was that good.  Online sales have tanked but thankfully gallery sales are tolerable.  Everyone tightens their belts, when in reality if they would loosen things up a bit they would find their own spending would help the economy tremendously.  And that's all I'm going to say about the economy...I have views I have theories, but we don't need to go into those now.

I've ran out of things to ramble about...well actually I could go on for hours, but I'll stop as I'm sure your about at the end of your rope reading this.  Life is what you make it....go make a life.