Am I missing?

I received an email in the middle of the night from a blogger who couldn't find my blog.  I thought I had fixed it.  I'm so confused.

Then I see where some people comment and it does not publish I must hit the check mark and publish it manually. That's new.

I hate blogger.
Is anyone else not finding me on their reading list?

Today is Friday. It is hot and rain should arrive this afternoon. Rick and I want to accomplish getting the plants & flowers we purchased yesterday in our planter boxes before the rain. 

Tomorrow we get pedicures. I can bribe Rick to go with me once a year. He always LOVES it, the massage, the wine etc. But I have to drag him except this time. I suggested he go with me and he jumped at the idea.  Who is this new man? 

We were standing at the nursery and Rick asked an employee, "Is that a Peacock I hear?"   She tells him it is indeed. 

Now, first of all, I don't even know what a peacock sounds like. And no I  could not hear anything. Even the employee said, "I don't hear it right now but yes there is a peacock here." 

I've told you since the stroke his hearing and smell are off the charts. He is like a canine. Me, not hearing a lot of late, I wonder is it me? Or is it him?

It's so damn weird. 

I bought strawberries at a fruit stand. A person in front of me suddenly slammed on her brakes so of course, so did I.  My strawberries were in a plastic bucket on the floor on the passenger side of the car. They went sliding across the floor when I hit the brakes so quickly. When I got home I picked them all up and put them back in the bucket they were in. It was just a couple of strawberries that had to be washed anyway. So I didn't think it was a big deal.

Ah, but apparently I missed a few.

The following morning Rick got into the car and it REALLY smelled like strawberries so he began to look for them. 2 were under the passenger seat and one went into the door's side pocket. How it got there I will never know since it would have had to jump up there. 

Now that was 2 weeks ago, Rick still smells strawberries. As we got in the car yesterday he said, "I kind of like the smell of the strawberries in here, it's like one of those car air fresheners."

I didn't smell a thing.

At first, I thought Oh my goodness I have the beginning of Alzheimers. I know that you lose your sense of smell. But then I ask others if they can smell these things and no one ever can.  Whew. I felt better. Or we're all getting Alzheimer's except Rick.

I know I don't hear well anymore but no one can hear the shit he hears.

Or smell the things he smells. 

There was a baby at the nursery with its mother and he could smell the dirty diapers from a good distance away. He said to me, "She can't smell his poop?"  I said I was sure she could but she'd deal with it later. He asked me if I could smell it. I said she is 4 aisles away, no I can't.  I did unfortunately smell the baby later when she was closer to me. But I certainly did not 4 aisles away. 

If he was going to get a superpower after his stroke I'd have preferred it be something of good use. Like large winning lottery numbers or being able to see into the future or talk to dead people. Something like that.

Well, I'm off to get a couple of things for his birthday cake. I asked him what he wanted and of course, I don't have 2 of the things needed.