I try to eat right, stay hydrated, keep active, and spend some time in my yard every day. I wear a sunhat, keep my regular doctor’s appointments, and make a point to do what seems right.

Daily writing prompt

How do you waste the most time every day?

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I don’t watch much television but I consider it a total waste of time. I don’t think it makes me a better person in any way. My husband would miss it but I’d be fine without one.

I was fortunate. My mother loved fried chicken. It was the cheapest meat, so we had it two or three times a week. She always served it with mashed potatoes and gravy with big chunks of fried chicken crumbles stirred in. Hot homemade biscuits accompanied every meal. That is one of the finest memories of my life.

When I was in the first grade, John caught my eye. I liked him for two days till he got a bad cold. He got a snotty nose and wiped his nose on his sleeve. I guess it wasn’t true love.

I am retired. I spend my days gardening, writing, doing whatever I want. Retirement is excellent. Except for the part about needing money, I should have done it at eighteen. I recommend it to anyone.

Spring is my favorite season. Seeing green again after the bleakness of winter is always a miracle. Even though I’ve experienced so many, the first daffodil thrills me like it’s first ever. I can hardly wait to dig in the dirt. When I brush away dead leaves and see a hyacinth pushing up, I am ecstatic. I celebrate every year.

It is what it is.

I am fortunate enough to spend most of my time with my husband of fifty-five years. We spend most of our time working on our house and yard. I am grateful.

I am so  glad I didn’t get this opportunity.  When I was a kid, Mother told me a story about a little girl whose parents allowed her to name herself.  She chose Chippy Lee. I thought that was an inspired name and asked if I could be Chippy Lee.  Sadly, Mother denied me.  Not long after, I started school and read a book about Nancy.  Immediately, I wanted to be Nancy, so I could be Fancy Nancy.  Again. I was denied.  Before long, I met a girl named June who had adorable spectacles with red plaid frames and realized I needed to be June.  Once again. I was denied.  I gave up on name changing then until I got married and changed my last name. Somehow, that didn’t have the same flair.  I was fortunate in one way, though.  My maiden name started with an S and my married name with B, so I did move up alphabetically.