2026 Project 365 – Week Forty-six

Now that I’m back to work full time these weekends are FLYING by. Whoosh – there went Saturday AND Sunday! Rude!
Sunday, November 8^th
There has been so much gorgeousness this year. Dr. M was able to get this excellent shot on his trip to his dad’s house today.

Monday, November 9^th                      
This is a box of Kroger potato flakes. The last time either of us was in a Kroger was in February 2017, right before we moved back to NC (we don’t have Kroger here). I checked the sell by date & it was November 2017. None of that stopped us from diving right in when we wanted potatoes & didn’t have anything else. As Dr. M says, there’s nothing a lot of butter & cracked pepper can’t fix!
 

Tuesday, November 10^th         
Peaches just out here making bouquets in November…
 

Wednesday, November 11^th                     
This year it felt really good to hang the flag out for Veterans Day. As Dr. M said, “wishing all our veterans peace and health, in as much as any individual can find either, let alone both.”
 

Thursday, November 12^th            
“Fall’s here!” Pop proclaimed it…it must be so.
 

Friday, November 13^th          
Dr. M got birthday sheep! Happy birthday to my guy. He is the check to my mate, the yin to my yang, the voice of reason to my flibbertigibbet. In other words, he’s the adult in the room. Which is wild because he’s also the beautiful dreamer in our house.
 

Meanwhile, I was asked by an Aetna rep setting up a table in the CVS if I was all set for Medicare. NOT YET YOU BOG GOBLIN I STILL HAVE TWENTY SEVEN MONTHS TO GO THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Not that I’m counting down or anything.
 

Saturday, November 14^th         
Dr. M is out there capturing the early Christmas inflatables. The Little Debbie one is in my neighborhood & I’m just thankful that I don’t really like those Christmas tree snacks because I would be craving one every day. Now, if it was a Cosmic Brownie, I’d be in real trouble!
 

I’m feeling a little whiny today because I think I should be able to snap my fingers & immediately raise my hand over my head. And I'm not even quite to collarbone height. But my friend who had the same surgery last year said that she was in rehab for 6 months – and I just finished my second seek. So I’ll just keep doing the work & quit whinging about it (note: I will continue to whinge). What do YOU want to complain about? I will happily listen!