Adventures with Geannii

    Waking Up Naked and Afraid Darlin’ Daughter came down with COVID and was quarantined upstairs in her room. To keep us all connected, Darlin’ Son-in-Law (SIL) set up a little face chat from the living room with him and the boys. Somehow, the conversation turned to pillows. SIL said, “We should buy new pillows every year. Drool is a breeding ground for all kinds of undesirables. Hey B, show your mom your pillow.” Naturally, I expected to see a bed pillow. Nope. She pulled up one of those travel pillows and wrapped it around her neck like a giant orthopedic collar. The first thing out of my mouth? “Doesn’t that kind of hinder the romance department?” The look on SIL’s face—eyes darting, lips twitching—told me he had ten jokes lined up in his head, and not one of them was appropriate for a family call. Smart man. Instead, he quickly redirected: “Hey Zak show Mema your leg!” Smooth escape, SIL. Smooth. Zak lifted his pant leg and—oh my word—there was a long, ugly gash...

 I found from my old blog I think I had a sense of humor where did I put it? it must be in the extra closet with all those sox, shoes and other missing items I can't find in my life. The questions are designed, one would guess, to get insight into a person's real psyches 01. What is your favorite word? Christmas. I get as excited as a new bride. I know I'm gonna get something, I just don't know what or how much. 02. What is your least favorite word? Liver, just the word conjures up images makes me shiver and shudder. I think it has to do with taking a warm liver straight from the pig to the house in my bare hands. It took two of us, either we were that small, or it was that slimy doesn't matter! 03. What turns you on creatively, spiritually, or emotionally. My computer, I can turn it on, I can turn it off I can create, it makes me laugh it makes me cry it makes me an emotional wreck. 04. What turns you off? My computer when I can't get online. It makes  me laugh...

The Desk That Broke My Back (Almost) We’ve been cooped up for months — or at least it feels that way. So when I spotted this beautiful solid wooden desk at a thrift store, I just knew I had to have it. (Thankfully, it wasn’t made from particle board, or I doubt we’d have ever gotten it into the house in one piece.) In the store, it looked perfect. I imagined it sitting neatly under my window. Reality, however, had other plans. We (my sister and I) managed to wrestle it out of my little Equinox. Don’t ask me how we got it in there to begin with — some miracles are best left unexplained. Next came the real challenge: up the seven steps into the house. All went surprisingly well… until step number five. That’s when the edge of the desk caught on the toe of my boot. To get it past, I had to lift it up and over my boot, while also climbing another step. That’s when I felt my back give. Did I stop? Of course not. Like any stubborn woman who thinks she’s tougher than she is, I gritted...