Where's my banana?

I got home from church and noticed the "key battery" light was blinking in my car. I came in the house, grabbed a banana (it's almost lunch time), peeled the banana and took a bite. Then I sat at the computer to look up how to change the battery. Found the instructions, popped open the key, changed the battery. Tested it (It worked!) and was thinking "that was easy" but then thought "where's my banana?" I don't remember eating it. I looked for it but couldn't find it. Did I eat it? If you need me to change a key battery, I'm the girl. Banana recovery? Not me. I hope I ate it or I'm sure to find a gooey black mess. Getting old is not for the weak.

Quiet Time

After a career of working, conferences, power lunches, and all other sorts of "peopling" I'm retired, and I've stopped. I'm happy with a cup of coffee and a whimsical novel or work of literature. I don't go to movies (too close of quarters), eat at restaurants (too noisy), or drive on the interstate (too nerve wracking), or travel (all too much) so I'm done with all that. 

I work part-time at the library, volunteer at church, putter in my garden, chat with neighbors, and read. It's wonderful to sit back and appreciate the quiet life I've created. I pray everyone can be as blessed.