I suppose I had better write a post or you're all going to think I disappeared into the woodworks. For some reason, I haven't felt very inspired to lately and even now I sit here and wonder what I am going to write about. I am sure I will come up with something, although my imagination is letting me down somewhat these last few days. I can't think of anything interesting to post on Facebook either and all that requires, is a witty sentence or two.
At least today is Saturday and I always think that's a nice enough day to exist on. I never do anything of consequence on this day, except watch cultural programs on television. I also eat good stuff and walk Tyke, all in all not really difficult things to do. I do know how to celebrate the weekend properly.
Fate would have it that it's a partially cloudy day and not too hot. As a matter of fact, it is cool enough to use as an excuse to have put my ankle boots on. Any Dutch woman will tell you that she doesn't need too big a reason to do that. My knee turns out to be in good enough shape to wear the ones with the heels and I am thrilled about that. I feel so much more feminine when I can.
That means I can wear the other two pairs too and that makes me very happy. I was worried that I could never wear them again because of my, possibly forever, handicapped knee. Both my ankle and my knee are co-operating and I only feel a bit of discomfort. It's not even worth writing about.
My sister and my brother in law are back from their house in Italy and picked up their car this afternoon. It was good to see them after two weeks and they looked tanned and well rested. My nephew, who is really an adult now, was with them and I hardly recognized him because he is constantly shooting up in height and changing. I really do think that he has changed into the man he is going to be now and that he is not going to transform anymore.
Both my nephew and my grandson are built like my father and are tall and lean and have broad shoulders, which makes them very attractive people. My son was built that way too and he was also a good looking man. My father was a very handsome man when he was young and the boys in the family take after him and all three have his good looks. It's too bad that my father did not get to witness this.
I am hitting a low point in the afternoon and must make a stronger cup of coffee to get over it. I will make it half and half. That ought to do the trick.