Oh little lady! Around here it's used when men mean to be polite & is most often used by men of a certain age. When we were living in Dallas a young couple bought a the house next to ours. It had been vacant for about a year & before that was a rental property, so it wasn't in the best shape. One Saturday the parents of the husband were there helping to work on the house. The dad was scraping paint off the outside woodwork & soffits as I was leaving to run some errands. I told him he should be wearing a face mask as the pain probably contained lead. He sort of blew me of with the attitude of "this woman doesn't know what she's talking about" & I went on my way with my own stereotype thinking he was a stupid geezer. The next weekend he was back & he stopped me during my work in the front garden. He told me that I had been right! That he had gone home & the next day was coughing up all sorts of "junk" that he'd inhaled. He looked at me & said, "I just told my misses, that little lady knew what she was talking about" Yeah, I was the little lady, but he was also admitting that he was wrong & I was right, so how could I get angry?

I am not going back to that bag, at least not any time soon. The surgeon said it could take a year or more to get more normalized. I have had leaks with the ileostomy bag, plus skin yeast infections, rawness on the skin. I got to the point that I absolutely hated it, hated it. Having part of my body sticking out made me feel like a freak. But I know I needed to have that in order to heal. I have to give my body a chance to see if it can become better. When I have been having problems it's because I have eaten the stuff that upsets my intestines like raw onion, ice cream, milk, other veggies. And then the problems start within an hour or two and last until things settle down or the system is empty. Plus I am out of immodium which I will buy this morning. I think I might have screwed up - I was supposed to have a phone interview with this office furniture sales rep yesterday at 1pm. Well, I went with the kitchen cabinet refacing salesperson to one of her appointments to observe. (After all that driving and talking, she did not make the sale and so received NO money for her efforts, not even gas money.) We were there from 10am to almost 2pm so I missed the call, I called back two different times that afternoon and left a message saying I could not get to the phone since I was driving at the time. (I know, a lie.) But this place has taken months to get back to me, very slow. Plus this is a phone interview so I am sure there would have to be at least one interview in person. I am going to keep looking for other opportunities maybe something close to home or even work from home, although almost all of those are scams. Off to the hunt!!

Roarah - $50M unforgivable? Those are just numbers. It's my understanding that first a jury hears the csse and decides if what the plaintiffs say is true, mostly true, a little true, or they're nut jobs. "Nut jobs" is a legal term for sure. If they find for the plaintiff in any degree, then they choose a number, which if excessive, usually gets knocked down closer to reasonable by a judge. The plaintiffs can name any old number they want. What they get (or don't) is an entirely different matter. I suspect the high asking number in this case is meant to also cover loss of income due to health issues. Pretty sure Dad's income is very comfy, so a high number is more reasonable than it sounds right off. Unforgivable is the act of deliberately putting the buyers at risk of serious health issues, not all of which are reversible. Legally, a number will be attached. Morally, I think they're toast.

Oh, I do miss Woolworth's! There is nothing like it now. I got out a magnifying glass and read the journal entries. Ineresting juxtaposition between the idyll illustrated in the article and the unhappy domestic scene described in the handwritten pages. She must have given permission for the journal to be photographed, but I wonder if she gave much thought to the pages that ended up being published? I love the beautiful papers and journals, but for me, pretty much useless - minor arthritis makes it difficult for me to write much. I am very thankful for my computer with its friendly yet unphotogenic keyboard (and spell and grammar check ;) I'll share half a muffin with someone.