Plugged in at the Airport

Maggie Mae, I'm sure you are absolutely relieved to see a new post. "Santa Boots" was about to make you scream. Although I know you understand my predicament, too much to do and not enough hours in a day. So, here I stand, with my iPad, plugged in at the airport, with time on my hands.

Apparently I need to fly more. Anyway, someone recently asked, how do you come up with your
posts? Some are obvious ideas that evolve from conversations with family and friends, others are from memories that float in and out of my mind.

And observations. Human beings are so interesting. Why just last week, as I was pulling out of my parking space at Whole Foods, I watched an employee collecting carts scattered throughout the lot, when she reached into her front pocket and whipped out a tooth brush. She gave her front teeth a good scrubbing, put it back in her pocket and continued on her way. Hmmm? Just when you think you've seen it all.

And of course there's me. My cup runneth over with enough anxiety and foibles, I could fill
volumes. And I can get myself into trouble, even when I'm not looking for it. Why just the other
day, as I changed my grandson's diaper...oops...plane here...have to unplug...more on this later.