Seven-eleven, takes me back to my Reno days ... "Seven a Winner" ... great word to hear in a casino, Winner, Winner, Winner, every roll of the dice. Never say loser, even when you "seven out" there is a winner on the back line and the come ..... "winner, winner, winner, chicken for dinner."
Thanks to Austin Dilts, I think I am rid of "that thing" that infiltrated my laptop .... SupraSale .... I almost even hate to type the name, afraid in might sneak back in. It is gone, but all is new. I am using Foxfire or Firefox, whichever is right, I am like a person in a new city, I don't know where anything is, ....... good example, about four minutes ago, I type that last is ..... then .... flicker, flicker flicker ... screen back to Facebook, a few more flickers .... screen frozen .... then flickers ... I hit the "back" arrow, and I am back here. There is still some unknown entity living in this laptop, I just hope is "shares" well.
Have not checked the news yet, each day is almost a mirror image of the previous day. We are recovering from yesterday, which was great, we had Miss Brooklyn and Miss Emma which Mom, who had a birthday yesterday, was getting her hair done. An apology to Miss Brooklyn, I am old and crochety, and I realize it is tough to be the "big" sister. I yell at Miss Brooklyn much to often, in an attempt to protect Miss Emma. I always feel bad when they leave and wish I could take back some of the things I said and did to Miss Brooklyn. She did not mean to kick the guacamole on the floor, upside down, it was an accident, but I yelled at her, made her sit in a chair ... now I feel bad about that. She, and I, will both live it down.
But, what a delight, to spend time, with Great Grandchildren ..... one of those deep looks, lasts a few seconds ..... electric moments ....
