Monday

I was sitting here at the computer thinking,"I need to write on my blog". Many things came to mind, happenings as a nurse working with the public, what a trip that was, working with honey on this paper route, the children , me or honey. Then I thought about the time right after honey and I married, I had found a job at First American Bank as a  bookkeeper. I hated that job, don't know why I stayed with that job as long as I did. It was not for me, I do not like sitting for hours using the old fashion adding machine and typewriter. I am surprised they did not fire me apparently they felt sorry for me. My friend Paulette worked as a teller and she loved her job for which I am thrilled but the bookkeeper  position wasn't for me. Anyway it made for a little extra money for us, honey was working as a night auditor/desk clerk at the Alamo Plaza, he slept days and worked nights. He is not a night person so it was a hardship for him ,as it is now with this paper route, I love the working the nighttime but not him....he is a day person....anyway, we found time to go downtown walking around looking in the windows of the department stores in Nashville, Tn, As we were walking  one day, we decided to cross the street, well, honey didn't go as I did  in fact he probably stopped , me, thinking he was beside me reached out to take his hand. Well was I in for a surprise, the hand did not feel like his, I was holding another mans hand. I turned red, jerked my hand away and said" I am sorry"...he laughed and just kept walking. Honey was behind me and he liked to have died laughing at me...well I didn't do that again...just remembered that honey would stop on a dime without warning...he is a wanderer, will stop or turn without warning me. I have learned over the years that shopping with him is not fun, he just does his thing....after many times  of fussing about such actions, I have learned just to go to the car and wait! Saves on arguing....Windy would do the same thing when she was a little girl. One time when we were taking a trip across the country to West Virginia, to see my sister, we stopped at a department store as I needed to pick up something., Well, she wandered off and the next thing I heard was  " would the parents of  Windy Shirley please come to the front desk?"  Or she would go up under the clothes racks hiding from us...we learned real fast to put her in the buggy and make her stay there. She was not a happy camper but that's life!!!!
When the  boys were little I finally found an harness that kept them at bay. Didn't want any more of the wandering children problem...lol lol!