There Must be a Lot of Lonely Russian Women

I think there must be a lot of lonely Russian Women, because every time I go to my junk email folder to clean it out, I see the subject line offering me lonely Russian women. Goodness girls, get out there and find a life on your own! Don’t you know advertising like that is risky? Yes, I know sometimes we all need something to cuddle up with, to give us a sense of security, but there are better ways. Take a hint from Shasta:

I’m wondering when it’s time to worry about my brain. This River Birch tree that grows in my yard reminds me of my mind sometimes – the layers peeling away, leaving gaps, most especially in the short-term memory parts:

Some of you probably know what I mean – like the time I went into the bathroom to take my pills, put pills in my hand, water in the cup, drank the water, set the cup down. Whoops! Pills are still in my hand. Try again.

Or when I go into the closet to get something to wear, discover something has fallen off the shelf onto the floor (possibly the cat helped that?) so I pick it up, refold, and replace on the shelf. Then leave the closet with nothing to wear in hand. Try again.

Or when I’m brushing my teeth I think of some item I need to pick up next time I go to town, but I’m brushing my teeth so I don’t immediately write it down and by the time I get to my white board, where I keep that list, I have no idea what it was. Try again.

Or when I can’t find the car keys – the ones that are on my finger.

Yeah, those times. Is it time to worry yet?

The Gracious One and I went to town together the other day. I had put this on an end table and gave it no further thought when I left the house:

When I came home, I found this:

and this:
I suspect a connection between the two. She says since I put the dish of goodies on the table next to her chair, right at nose level, I must have meant them to be for her. Right? Not exactly, Shasta! Good thing that chocolate didn’t have a lot of cacao in it, so it appears it was a no harm, no foul situation.

We went out for a Bailey walk the other afternoon, but Bailey opted out of the walk. She did what she needs to do when she goes outside, then plopped down in the grass. She was looking at me with a pretty face, until I took the phone out of my pocket and pointed it at her – then she did her “get out of my face” routine. I did – after I took a picture of the petulant girl.

We had rain overnight, but shortly after I got up, it looked like this outside. Then the snow stopped, blue sky peeked through – just enough to tease – but now it’s snowing again.

That’s fine – it’s a good day to put on sweats and minimal makeup, maybe do a little laundry, maybe bake something, maybe just read my book. What are you doing with your day?

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I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 1 dog, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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13 Responses to There Must be a Lot of Lonely Russian Women

  1. Oh my gosh, the look on Shasta’s face is priceless. It has g-u-i-l-t written all over it!

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  2. Heather says:

    So the chocolate might not hurt her, but I’m curious – what did she do with the wrappers?
    I’m here wishing for either snow or sunshine. I’ll get what I get. Maybe I’ll finish hanging the Christmas lights out front so that I can plug them in.

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  3. Ha ha! I often do exactly the same thing when I am brushing my teeth, or taking a shower. In fact it is possibly a daily occurrence. I think Shasta looks a little guilty… 🙂

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  4. loisajay says:

    I loved this post, Carol. A co-worker used to get emails from those Russian gals all the time–so much for our great firewall and spam checker! Your furry girls are adorable–the expressions on both of them just made me laugh!

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  5. LG says:

    I worried about the wrapper too…wont she be sick if she ate the wrappers too?

    Yesterday I wrote up a groceries list and went to the shop, leaving the list at home. Beat that I challenge you.

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  6. Dawn says:

    I can’t remember much of what I just did, so I’ve probably done all the forgetful things you have done…I just can’t remember.

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  7. leendadll says:

    my mental pauses happen when i think of something while driving and forget it by the time i get home; or think of a reason to turn on the pc, then forget the topic while it boots (which can’t be more than 2 min, including sign in).
    i love all the pics!

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  8. Lisa says:

    Perhaps the bigger question is why those lonely Russian women have your email in the first place? 😉! That guilty look on Shasta’s face is priceless. I giggled and think your connection is justified. And, sometimes I find myself walking into rooms but can’t for the love of God remember why. My reasoning is that the “hard drive is full” and can’t process any more at that time. xo

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