The promise of a new day

Like a cloud lifting to let the sun in, a whiff of fresh fall is in the air. I am lighter of heart these days, my black mood like the clouds, has passed. Ah, this is what life's meant to be, the hope in the promise of a new day. I am torn between starting a new project (cleaning out every conceivable storage space-rather daunting) and going off to the best farmers' market in town to browse and taste the hugely eclectic variety of wares. I'm told they've recently expanded it so am tempted to check it out. We are going to Puerto Vallarta in a week and I am so ready for some R&R. My mom will be house-sitting and I have only just realized how likely it is she will confuse the DVD with the DVR.

I must hide all the peripheral remotes or she will flush them down the toilet in frustration!

She is not terribly techie at all and has a poor history with my sister's satellite remote. (As do I, they are not user-friendly). I assured her my 8 yr old will hook her up for all of her viewing needs. The only machines she's expert on are at the indian casinos. Only in America can seniors hot-wire a slots o' fun machine but are mystified at the workings of an answering machine. My mom's cool though. She is just one of the girls, she likes her ciggies (on the sly of course) and coffee and is positively snobby about Pepsi in the can only and it better be COLD! Hmmm, note to myself: stock up on the canned pepsi. Well, I must get started on my new day.