There is nothing better than a brief rest stop after a bumpy flight. I am sure more than one of the wild bird's feathers are ruffled due to the wind.
The brisk breeze on this bright sunshiny day certainly is a force to reckon with.
My sister Sandra Lynch Gallardo called me early this morning with good news. The body scan that she underwent last week at Community East in Indianapolis showed no evidence of cancer.
The specialist was concerned because the blood test showed abnormal elevation of calcium salt deposits somewhere in the tissue of her body. Sandra is a cancer survivor since 2004. She will be re-evaluated in six months.
I can't begin to tell you how happy I am today. And my little sister was just given a shot in the arm, a welcomed booster. God is good.
Still, as for me, when it rains, it pours. When the rain stops is the problem. I am dealing with a kidney ailment of some sort.
Forgive me, I know that doesn't sound too good, but old Mary Lou tells it like it is.
You know me by now. To date, I have visited you through The Brazil Times 500 times, a decade come July 25.
We visited the VA in Indianapolis last week. Paul's eye is slowly healing.
The Sartor's are looking forward to spring. The weeping willow is already showing some change. I will be watching every day now the slow changes that are edging us into that direction.
We have yet to see what March will bring. I see a measurable amount of snow, at least one more event before the bluebird sings and kites fly.
Paul and I visited H&R Block last week. The folks are so nice there. Paul and I look forward to our yearly appointments with our tax specialist. We trust her know-how.
Did you watch the Oscars? Could glamour be returning to Hollywood? I think that may be true. That old Hollywood look is definitely back. The stars are starting to eat again. It is about time the emaciated and pale zombie look is no longer in.
The guests wore beautiful designer gowns and exquisite pieces of expensive jewelry. I saw no wardrobe malfunctions, even though it was reported that happened.
I especially thought Michelle Williams made a fashion statement. I did not care for the loose fit of the bodice of Meryl Streep's beautiful dress.
Meryl deserved to win the Oscar for her portrayal of Margaret Thatcher in "The Iron Lady." This win ended a 29-year losing streak, a fact that is hard to believe.
Ms. Angelina Jolie showed us that she has a long lean leg, and it can move well in its socket. I have two of those also, but mine is not as flexible and vein free. I am not so vain either.
Her full, heavily polished red lips made a statement. When compared, my thin red lips are starting to fold. Gravity is tugging at the corners.
Billy Crystal always delivers his material well.
He avoids stabbing people in the heart and back. He is all about clean entertainment. I like that.
Most people were sober. That's refreshing.
The tribute to the folks who the entertainment world and all of us lost last year was very well done and touching.
I was disappointed George Clooney failed to receive the honor this year. He is a fine actor and always supportive of other actors in contention. Fortunately, we will see more of George's talent, both acting and directing. George is a well-trained gentleman actor and has "old Hollywood" appeal.
I had my fingers crossed that Viola Davis would get an Oscar for Best Actress in a leading role in "The Help," and Octavia Spenser Best Actress in a Supporting Role of the same film. Octavia took home the shiny figural statue. Clearly, she was grateful for the honor.
Ethel Waters, Butterfly McQueen and Hattie McDaniel, the first African-American actress to win an Academy Award, were all assets to their profession. They were warm, and they were real. Octavia and Viola reminded me of them.
Cicely Tyson and Alfie Woodard fit that mold as well. All earned their place in the industry.
I looked for my grandson Dan Risk in the crowd. Not so long ago, he sent me a picture taken at the same theater.
He was walking the red carpet next to Katie Holmes at the Los Angeles premier of "Batman Begins."
Dear readers, I baked a big black raspberry pie, and I am dying to cut into it. Yum! Besides, I think that I hear Paul banging his fork against the tabletop.
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