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| Pelicans in one of our golf course community lakes |
January is gone. Finally. For the most part (in my world, anyway) it was a very long month with a lot of unusually cold weather. As a result, we didn't ride our bikes nearly as much and we did a lot of quiet reading of our library books on the lanai with the space heater nearby.
We turned the calendar page on the pantry door to February and then had to face this guy.....
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| from Facebook |
I think nearly everybody in the continental USA groaned in unison upon hearing his prediction. But then this gal added her two-cents' worth, and maybe some of us began to feel a little better.
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| from Facebook |
But with all of that said, our recent days became warmer. It was time for my feet to consider wearing sandals again (i.e. time for a pedicure).
| choosing a nail polish |
I chose 075 Tiramisu Slice, which is a definite change from the many shades of pink I usually select. I pay extra for gel nail polish because it's just so pretty, and more durable. At my age there is no need to spend much $$ for myself. When we are careful as to where we "throw our money," we can afford to spend a little more on the niceties. 😉
| pedi in progress (TMI?) |
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| Opening ceremony of the Olympics |
Of course the next big thing in the first week of February was the start of the Olympics. I need to backtrack for a moment here. In my last post I gave a rather low rating when asked for my attention to the Olympics. I have since realized my real opinion is that I enjoy the winter games more than the summer version. Part of the reasoning for that is the participants wear more clothing for winter sports (yeah, I'm kind of a prude when it comes to modesty, but I don't apologize for that).
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| purple flower in a succulent |
I had been to that general area before, although Gary had not. I kinda like it, so after the car show, I wanted to share the town with him.
When we reached the antique district, Gary was not impressed. It was too rustic for him. Not everybody defines "charm" in the same way..... 🙄 😉 Fortunately for me, one of Gary's mantras is, "If Mama ain't happy, nobody's happy!"
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| one of two outdoor dining venues |
I was successful in getting him to park the car so we could find some ice cream before heading for home. (One of my mantras is, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach!")
The ice cream (we both got Coffee flavor) was over-priced (but what isn't these days??). We were able to enjoy it in 70-degree sunshine in the dappled shade of huge, moss-laden oak trees. So for me, all that was a definite win and Gary cooperated nicely.
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| historical marker |
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| CR234 in Alachua County |
take me home
To the place I belong...."
(John Denver)
| the Super Bowl |
On Sunday morning we did our usual church routine (the sermon was on bitterness and forgiveness). Gary served his usual offering of hot chocolate with a gigantic marshmallow floating on top. That afternoon Gary's son, who lives in Minneso-cold, called to catch us up on family doin's up there. Then of course, we watched the Super Bowl. We cheered for the Sea Hawks since we both hail from western states-- and as we all now know, that turned out to be a winning choice!
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| Turning Point USA half-time show |
We have known all along that Bad Bunny would NOT be our half time entertainment.
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| from Facebook |
Until next time, grace and peace.
Barbara
P.S. Visit the blog, The Christian Lounge, where a devotional thought by yours truly is currently featured at this link:
http://thechristianlounge4u.blogspot.com/2026/02/continue-to-expect.html













1 comment:
Your getaway sounds fun. I agree, take the country roads instead of the highways.
We aren't football people and didn't watch the Super Bowl or any halftime shows, instead watching British Crime shows. :)
I read your post at the Christian Lounge and greatly appreciated it. We're dealing with some stuff here, so it was timely. That stuff is related to FB posts, so I also felt your rainbows and unicorns post. Sometimes I'd just rather not know...
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