Naps. I hated them when I was a kid, but as I get older, I have come to love naps. I love them on gray, rainy days, and I love them on bright sunny days. Give me my couch, a couple of comfy throw pillows, and a light comforter if it’s a chilly day, and I’m gone. I’ll be back in thirty minutes to an hour, refreshed and ready to take on the world.
I was turned on to naps by an uncle-in-law (is there such a term?) who was a commercial airline pilot who flew from San Francisco to Tokyo. He told me that he regularly turned the controls over to his co-pilot and took a short nap on hours long flights over the Pacific Ocean. I figured if he could benefit from a nap, who was I to argue?
And I’m in good company. John D. Rockefeller took a nap every afternoon in his office. Winston Churchill claimed that he needed his afternoon nap to be able to cope with his responsibilities. Thomas Edison gave credit to frequent naps for his tremendous amount of creative energy. Other famous nappers have included Gene Autry, John F. Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson, Napoleon Bonaparte, Ronald Reagan, Albert Einstein, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Leonardo Da Vinci. So remember, if you happen to stop over unannounced someday, and discover me napping, I’m not goofing off or being lazy. I’m just contemplating how I can best serve mankind. 🙂
When our mail arrived yesterday, we had several papers returned, with notations from the post office that the subscribers’ addresses were wrong. One of them was a friend, who confirmed that his address has not changed in seven years, so I have no idea why his paper came back. If you are Edward Avance, Julio Lebron, Anthony Myers, or George Brasted, please send me an e-mail at [email protected] with your current mailing address, and we’ll re-send your paper to you.
We had company yesterday afternoon! Our friend Dona Clayton came over about 2 p.m. and spent some time showing Miss Terry how she makes her great throw rugs from plastic grocery store bags. Dona told us that growing up in the Great Depression taught her the value of a dollar, and she was raised to never throw something away that can still be used somehow. So, instead of throwing those plastic bags in the trash, she recycles them, and the results are beautiful.
A while after Dona left, Chet and Mary Macintosh came by to say hello. They had just pulled into the campground, and recognized our motorhome from the blog. We had a nice visit, and chatted about several mutual friends.
Today is our last day in Bremerton, and we have some last minute chores to wrap up around the motorhome before we head out on Sunday morning. Several people have asked us which route we are taking, and to be honest, we have no idea. We need to be in northern Michigan on August 5 for Terry’s annual medical checkup, and between now and then, we have no real plans.
Thought For The Day - Never base your opinion of yourself on what others think about you.