There’s a flock of those evil doves sitting, all puffed, on a branch of a tree outside of my office window. They are waiting for me to get off my late rising butt and feed them. Then the squirrel showed up at the empty corn cob this morning while I was making my coffee. It is on the cold side (for Texas) and misty.

I happily shredded a bunch of old papers yesterday. What a way to spend a day off. But I am shedding an old skin and getting ready for my new wrinkly one.

My newest obsession is the size of dishes. No wonder we are so fat. I remember when, some years after our marriage, we finally decided to buy some new dishes and the size of the plates had jumped to platter size. Now they look small compared to what I see in the stores. I have my Grandma’s dishes to compare all these to.

With old bowls looking like bathtubs, I decided recently to start buying small bowls for soup… The whole thing makes me wonder how the plates got so big, we got so big, the houses got so big, the banks got so big. WTF

The thing that most annoys me are large coffee cups. Fortunately my sisters gave Jack and me some old fashioned café cups many decades ago. I still have three of them. I don’t even know if they make them that size any more. They are heavy and satisfying to drink out of. You can drink about 6 oz out of ‘em without sloshing over. The coffee gets cold in larger cups.

I think I am going to dig my heels in and say no to big stuff: dishes, houses, banks. It will be hardest to say no to big me.