Happy Labor-free day,
I hope you've slacked to your heart's content the past three days. I guess you're not done yet if you're reading this... One photo above shows me set free from the bonds of convention wearing what I secretly always want to wear: a fanny pack. Normally, my children won't allow it and even my sister tried to toss out my fanny pack collection (one way cool black leather one, a purple waterproof one, and a navy one I got for free that advertises something) when she came to help me organize my life a few years back. Well, I showed them. Bob and I went to Colorado in August, and I publicly and proudly made my statement. Bob didn't have a clue that I was a big dork. In fact, he's had 35 years to discover that, and he still doesn't know. As long as I could supply sunglasses clip-ons (they're not dorky, are they?), water bottles, and a debit card on a moment's notice, he didn't care what I wore. I loved having my hands free. In fact, I needed both my hands on one hike. We were the only ones on the trail and we were greeted by a sign which provided directions for what to do if we encountered a bear or a bobcat. One suggestion was to "do whatever you can to appear taller." Now that's a tall order for me. It recommended raising one's arms above one's head to accomplish this. And so I did as I followed Bob up the mountain. Of course, I worried the whole time about which animal I was supposed to give eye contact to and which one I was not. Luckily, my comprehension skills weren't put to the test as I'm sure I would've looked right at the bear and raised my arms and thereby incited him to action (or maybe just confused him..? ) The direction to not get in between a mother and her cub was particularly intriguing as would anyone do that on purpose? Wouldn't it be too late before you discovered that you were between them? Oh, excuse me, Mama Bear, let me step out of the way while you get to Baby Bear...Since Bob arrived in Colorado a few days ahead of me to attend a meeting, he had some time to get the hotel room in full welcoming mode for me. See the photo with the clothes draped lovingly on all possible surfaces. I felt so at home when I got there...Updates...Nancy still doesn't have a cute bedspread. Now that she's in her first apartment and supposedly on a budget, her solution is to come home and eat more. Some of you may remember how I stretched my money in college??? At the time, Pringle's potato chips were being test marketed and weren't available in Champaign-Urbana. However, they WERE available in Paris, Illinois. That's right. So, I introduced my friends to Pringles. They were quite a sensation. And I would get them at a very reduced rate (okay, free)from Bridwell's and then sell them to my friends. Those were the days...
Packing my fanny off to bed,
I remain
Tizzie/Tiz/Tizmom/Mom/Liz/ Elizabeth
