My friend Danny

Good Tuesday evening!

Apologies for my late blog. I had a late start today after spending the morning on the phone with two of my besties, Brenda Lee Kissel and Danny Hooper. I had great visits with both, although when Danny and I were saying our good byes, he pointed out that this particular visit was.....'excellent'. I wasn't certain why, as all of our chats are pretty good, so I truly didn't know what set this one apart. He explained 'well, it's because we mostly talked about me'.

I'm ONLY TO HAPPY to talk about Danny, the man in the moon, the new Hunger Games movie-----ANYONE OR ANYTHING that isn't about me! After going on and on and on and on about my grief, I love hearing about the trials and tribulations of others. This by the way is a really good sign; the fact that I'm getting tired of my woes. My therapist told me that eventually I just wouldn't need to talk about them anymore.

Anyway, today Danny and I were talking about his new Carhartt work pants. He's over the moon excited about them. He picked them up yesterday, and I believe he may have slept in them. He excitedly explained that the pants have loops for both a hammer and a pruner.

I suspect you're thinking exactly what I was thinking. I asked 'Danny, when was the last time you used a hammer?' He couldn't remember. I queried 'when was the last time you used a pruner?' Again, he couldn't recall.

No need to state the obvious here. Danny needs Carhartt work pants, like I need a 'booster seat in a restaurant.' Doesn't matter. He's only had the pants for 24 hours and they've given him unimaginable joy.

Between the 'circus music in his head' and his new 'work pants', Danny had the world by the tail today.

How could we have ever talked about anything else???