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January 1, 2018 - The New Year came in very mildly at our house. We stayed up until midnight last night, mind you - after a full day of watching a Twilight Zone marathon - but we were both too lazy to get out of our chairs to give each other a kiss or hug. Hahahaha. (After 37 years, it is obvious the romance is still there and simmering in a large pit of congealed fat...)
I have enjoyed the extra time off lately. It will be a while until we get more time off, although I do have 92 hours of vacation to use up by May 11th. It won't be wasted, trust me. A long time ago I used to let time 'go back' but not any more. I still may work every day from home for a bit, but by golly, I take my time. I might take one a day in the next two weeks or so to get my hair done - my roots are showing off how gray I really am. I can't control the rest of the cycle of aging and life, but by golly, I'm not ready to go gray yet. I will, I am sure, when I retire and spending money on hair seems too frivolous and I will rock gray hair then but for now, I fight it tooth and hair follicle. Speaking of hair follicles...
I stopped getting the laser hair removal for my facial hair because I thought it very odd I would pay someone to torture me with such pain like that, but I'm ready to start again. It really didn't stop the hair from growing, but it did keep my hair from causing large lumps on my face from being ingrown and such. I can stand the shooting pain once every six weeks to help me conquer this beard again. Even though it is mostly gray now (and laser only zap it for the time being, it doesn't promise any help with gray hairs) lasering still keeps the hair under control to an extent. I never thought I'd do it again, but I'm sick of my beard and mustache. Sigh. I say that now, but in five treatments, I will quit and say ONCE AGAIN, "Why am I paying people to hurt me like this?!?!?"
I dragged my husband to the nearest Meijer store today because I was out of bird food. I complain about feeding them ("They eat me out of house and home!!") but I cannot stop feeding them as I really do adore my birds. It has been so cold and they seem very grateful for the food. I took down the Christmas decorations the other day, and now the finches fly away from the finch feeders out front keep running into the front window...I need to get some other kind of window clings to put up there - there has been windows clings in that window since September for Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas. I feel bad for the poor brain damaged finches. Is it too early to put up Valentines?
Anyway, when we were at Meijer's store, we walked past a trainee named Stacy. Stacy was obviously a transgender person. (Good for Stacy for living his/her dream. It takes guts.) But Stacy had over used a hideous perfume that we normally relate to older ladies who must think that scent is marvelous but IT IS NOT and the scent clung to us all throughout the store. It would get stronger and I would say quietly to to my husband, "I smell Stacy..." and then she'd walk by! Sigh. Stacy, if you read this, please tone down the perfume, honey. That stuff has some odd form of chemical make up that embeds itself in the human nose and stays for six weeks. I still smell it. I still taste it. My husband was dry heaving all the way home. "Did they spray me with it? I STILL SMELL IT!!" he would cry repeatedly. Please, Stacy - switch to something less deadly. You are a pretty girl - don't overpower your beauty with a scent that could start a world war or cause mass extinction ... A meteor didn't cause the dinosaur extinction - Stacy's perfume did.
I loved putting up Christmas decorations this year and I was sad to take it down. I also dreaded taking them down. We also lost Olaf this year - if we could have a moment of silence - The blow up 8 foot Olaf that sat out front and scared the dog because it would rock in the wind... Olaf's motor died way too soon. Once we find him again (he is currently buried in a snow drift somewhere out front) we will give him a proper burial.
I will post here (below) what I posted to Facebook. The two people who read this blog also are my Facebook friends, so it will be redundant - but I am doing it to record it for history purposes. I hope we all have a good 2018. So far we've done pretty good, aye - we woke up breathing!
"Besides dealing with the ultimate end results of getting older (such as freely discussing things with your friends concerning body orifices and things that ooze out of them in the winter or the fear of falling on an icy patch that is not even remotely near you or having more bionic body parts than original body parts) I have come to embrace this ‘getting older’ thing.
I enjoy the attitude I have now and my outlook on life. The things that used to be so pressing or horrible are now just ‘things’ and they do not seem so devastating. The petty worries that used to consume me are now sliding away like butter on a hot skillet (mmmmm….butter…but I digress). Any irritations I feel from circumstances in my life are reasoned away with a wiser, more experienced brain. (Or I am just completely forgetting them and wandering off to find where I parked…)
I can accept that my beard is coming in gray now and I will have possible future employment as Santa Claus... I can accept my tired vision by get stronger reading glasses and just resign myself to the fact that eventually I will call for the cat and let a skunk in the house... I can see the world in a way that pleases me like a hot cup of coffee on a zero degree wind chill morning, such as today. I am enjoying this part of my life and thank the Powers that Be I made it this far to enjoy it – many of my family and friends did not – I do not take this life for granted.
I wish you all a Happy New Year. May you all find some form of happiness from the ‘little things’ around you on a daily basis every day in the New Year. I hope you all let those around you know how much you love them or appreciate them (and those who you do not appreciate, I hope you do not get arrested for excessive taser use…)
Thank you for being my friends.
Happy and Blessed New Year to you
2018 - My husband got
several packages of the newer, soft
light, 'use less power but it shines
like a s.o.b.' light bulbs. As old
bulbs burn out, he replaces them
with these new soft light goobers.
This has been an eye opener for me.
They do give out more light -
brighter - where I can see how I
have failed so miserably as a house
keeper. Things I didn't know were
dirty ARE horribly dirty, because
now I can see they are dirty! Ugh.
The bathroom was the worst
'awakening' to the lack of my house
cleaning prowess. Unreal. I could
choose to spend several days
cleaning thoroughly or I can just
keep the lights off. (I've chosen
the latter at this point...)
Rocko is going stir crazy in the
house. He wants out. He spent about
an hour outside yesterday when it
was warmer than it has been in a
LONG time, but still it is not
enough. He bounces off the walls
because he wants to go out so badly.
He has an 'anti-snow on my paw'
policy, however, so it stops him
dead at the door normally. It is
supposed to get up to 50 degrees by
Thursday before the temperature
drops and becomes winter again so
maybe then he can go out and poop
outside and feel better for a while.
That's all any of us want really, to
romp outside and poop in a mole
Both of the Network Engineers we
have at work were off duty last
Friday and that is when all of our
new leased printers came in and had
to be installed. It was a surprise
to me and ended up being a very busy
day. Thanks to NE#1 who taught me
things during the last printer
installation, I did pretty good
getting things set up on my own.
Viva technology. I do have more
questions however and am waiting for
NE#2 to return from vacation to help
me with those things. (I like
learning. It is fun-damental, or is
that reading?) Nonetheless I need to
know what the last two issues are
and why they are and how to fix them
on a network.
There were 14 deer across the road
the other night causing Jake the Dog
to be on high alert. (I am sure Jake
cannot see very well anymore with
his fogged over old eyes, but he saw
that there was black on the white
snow, so that is justification for
any dog to go ballistic and bark
like an idiot.) I know they come
over and partake of the bird seed
since I have been going through a
lot lately. With the prior sub-zero
temps they were probably very
hungry, those deer. I don't mind
that the birds share their food with
the deer, I just worry about all
those deer coming over across the
road when people drive past this
house at high speeds. Most humans
are idiots. I assume it is genetics.
Speaking of old eyes...after I had
my cataract surgery done on my left
eye several years ago I have had a
'floater' of sorts. It looks like a
teenie tiny itty-bitty wee little
black sperm. A black dot with a
tail. I can only see it when I look
at solid light colors like snow or a
blue sky or white cloudy sky (so
thanks to my husband, I see it all
over when in the house now because
of those new light bulbs - ugh...)
but I seldom notice it other than
that. I did ask my eye doctor about
it and she said, "Yep, you have a
speck in there all right" and let me
know it was not a rip or tear in my
eye. I just happen to have a life
long microscopic friend now, I
suppose. I will have to come up with
a name for it ... possibly
2018 - All the snow we had
left us during the warm up to 57
degrees the other day, and now it is
down to 6 degrees again with a new
dusting of snow. I suppose Mother
Nature does this to clean the canvas
as it were - start fresh. Get rid of
all the random deer tracks so she
can start over with more random deer
I am on my second cup of coffee. If
you had told me at the ripe old age
of 10 years old I would be dependent
on a caffeinated liquid at 57 I
would have said, "I will never drink
that stuff!" Well, never say never.
I am not even sure when I started to
appreciate coffee, I just know that
my first thoughts in the morning
besides HOPEFULLY making to the
bathroom is to get a cup of
2018 - It is raining out at
this very moment and the ground is
squishy and the snow is leaving.
Jake is not inspired to poop this
morning due to the rain, but I am
sure the need to do it will override
his angst that it is raining before
I leave for work. Sometimes you just
have to poop no matter what is
I skimmed through the news this
morning. I had a 'news free' weekend
and had to catch up. The parasite on
this Earth that is the Human Species
makes for sad news. Sigh. Over the
weekend I had several calls (that
went to voice mail) letting me know
the government was shut down due to
people like Michigan's Senator
Stabenow so I had best call her and
complain about how Democrats are
ruining the country and all. Sigh. I
was honored to delete those calls.
Failure at the government level is
not just Democrats, it is
Republicans and all humans in
Washington D.C. Wait,
it is OUR fault for
electing people who cannot play well
with others, actually. I do so wish
if the government 'shuts down' that
they all lose their pay until they
work things out. Lock 'em in a room
and don't let them come out until
they work out issues...
During the day on Saturday I let
Jake out the back and he went right
to our resident opossum who was
eating bird food in the dog pen. I
did not see her before I let him out
so I ran out and dragged him back in
the house. I swear I think Jake
assumes it is a cat of some sort. He
does not raise his fur on his back
nor bark at the thing, he just
sniffs its face. The opossum was
sort of hissing but did not move.
After dragging Jake back in I went
out and talked to her for a while.
She ignored me and went down the
fence row eating morning glory seed
pods that were near her level. Then
she exited out a place in the fence
that I didn't think she could fit
through and went back to the willow
tree. I followed her to the back
side of the tree. OMG! THE BACK SIDE
OF THAT OLD WILLOW TREE IS JUST
RIDDLED WITH HOLES! So many holes!
Wood pecker holes - huge gaping
holes in general. She could have
been in any of the holes in that
tree. Sigh. The willow tree really
needs to come down. It is ancient
and has served its purpose and is an
accident waiting to happen. I will
have to get estimates from a tree
service this summer...
January 28, 2018 - It was an uneventful weekend, really. Just normal stuff. I mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors and washed the kitchen rugs. I did normal laundry, too. We went grocery shopping yesterday. Just a 'normal' kind of weekend. I picked up a few sticks in the yard and burned the burnables. I feel relaxed and ready for the new week ahead...
My husband is probably thinking, "Me, not so much." He took Friday and Monday off to replace our toilet. Who wouldn't think this was a grand thing to do on a vacation day? Hahahaha. We've had the new toilet for two weeks in the living room once we noticed the old toilet was leaking from the base. Rocko decided that huge box with a toilet in it was HIS THRONE. He used that box as a scratching post, shredding cardboard all over, and sleeping on top of said box like he was royalty. I wanted to make a house for Rocko out of that box after the toilet was installed but my husband made some odd noises in his throat which (I assumed) meant "That stupid cat doesn't need a stupid cardboard house" so that didn't happen. I was in an all day meeting at work on Friday so I warned him if he tore a muscle or exploded a body part doing the toilet he should just call 911 as I wouldn't get his call. He did not lose nor maim any major organs or body parts, although he is very sore. (He is in soaking is a hot tub in one of my cool bath bombs and lots of Epson salts as I type this. The water is a lovely plum color and it smells pretty, too.) It took him all day to get the old crappy crapper out and get the new flange in and the whole area set up. This house is an old garage and everything is cement. It is not easy to do anything related with the floor area unless you enjoy working with cement. He does not.
When I got home I was able to pee on the brand new toilet. He said once he got the old toilet out and all of the clean up that needed to be done, well - done - putting in the new toilet was just a 15 minutes job. The rest of the day was spent jury rigging the toilet area. I think he did a fine job. We are successful poopers once again. The new toilet flushes so fast it is a constant source of amazement for us. We will flush and stand and gawk at the toilet like it was a sea of shimmering gold laced with sparkling diamonds that emit a myriad of rainbows shooting straight up. (Obviously we are cheap dates.) Once one uses a toilet for most of their life, the idea of being without one is unnerving. I am glad I have a husband who can make things work (for the most part).
I asked him to try not to break the old toilet so I could fancy it into a fairy garden. He did manage to save the old toilet. After I clean it up this spring, I have plans for it....stay tuned.
January 30, 2018 - Happy Tuesday. I came home from work at lunch time. I threw in the towel. I have been feeling like I've been getting sick for several weeks now, but I've not given in to that feeling. Last week the coughing got worse and phlegm started draining from my nose and flying out of my chest. Still, I thought it was a passing thing. Duh. Today I was only able to muster enough sound from my vocal chords to squeak. I was tired. I gave in and came home.
At work our health insurance plan is company self funded so they encourage us to use 'Healthiest You' - a thing where you can schedule a call from a doctor in your state on the phone. This is cheaper for the company if you do this since I think they pay a yearly fee for their employees to access this service. Honestly, I knew I was like three days away from bronchitis so I called Healthiest You. (Which is kind of an oxymoron since you only call when you are the furthest from a 'healthiest you' ...) I got a call from a nice doctor and discussed my issue. I managed to hack up a lung when speaking with him so I'm sure that helped his diagnostic chore, plus the fact I sounded like Marlene Dietrich huffing helium.
He decided to call me in some antibiotics and told me to follow up with my family doctor in three days if this did not do the trick. He has the coolest voice. Almost a 'Mike Rowe' sounding voice. I squeaked as long as I dared to keep him on the line. I have a thing for voices. Smile. I also have a thing for personally talking a lot, so I hope this antibiotic works and fixes my laryngitis. (One of the help calls I did this morning at work, the end user said, "Uh, Um...I kinda like it when you whisper to me..." which made me make odd noises like a horse being run over by a tractor in an attempt to laugh.)
After the telephone doctor visit was over, work called and I had to get on line and work a bit. Then I soaked in a very hot tub and my body was happy I did this because suddenly I was aching all over. Once I admitted to myself I had been and was sick my body rejoiced. "Finally!" my throat said. "I have been trying to tell her for weeks!" my lungs chimed in, "...I even almost choked her to death three times!!" "Frankly, I'm relieved - I need a break!" my bladder threw in...
I think once you allow your body to be sick when you know full well it has been it decides to pull the plug on the whole bravado behavior and you feel like warmed over dog crap instantly. I tried to take a nap but there was no sleeping. I got up and sat in my chair. I called and made various clicking and grunting noises to my husband on the phone and he gathered I needed him to stop and pick up a prescription on the way home... (When he got home he was making fun of my vocal ability, mocking how I sounded, so I have just decided to shut up for the night. Probably better for my throat, anyway.)
I had made a big pot of chicken soup on Monday night so that is what we had for supper tonight, too. The heat in my throat felt good. When my husband got home with my drugs I popped my first pill and have since just been doing little things trying to be quiet. My husband is now snoring in his lazy boy and I am typing here and all is merry and bright.
After I got home today, Jake the Dog heard something and was barking out the front window. A cable truck was putting up an orange sign indicating men were working up ahead. I let Jake out and he barked at the sign (there were no longer humans present, mind you) for ten minutes. This made me chuckle. With all his barking at the horrid orange sign with a stick man on it, the neighbor dogs got riled and started barking in their house which inspired Jake to bark to the south for another ten minutes. Hahahahaha. Life is never boring when you have a dumb dog.
I am off to gargle with salt water and maybe even soak in one more hot bath. I'm gonna have to face it I'm addicted to hot baths. Maybe there is a therapy group for that...
February 6, 2018 - When I was cleaning off my car this morning, I had two thoughts...February 10 is my Mom's Birthday (and if she was alive, she would have been 96) and we usually have ice storms around her Birthday and I was wondering if we would, indeed, get an ice storm this year? The second thought was concerning the fact the National Weather Service issues Winter Advisories for, well - WINTER. This confuses me - we all know it is going to snow in winter, right? I think they over warn us about obvious things...until you hear about people eating Tide Pods and suing over hot coffee from McDonald's, then you understand that our society has turned into a herd of cows with no common sense, I guess. Sad really. Humans will continue to baffle me.
My neighbors brought me a present on Sunday! They found the coolest lightning stone and bought it for me. (A lightning stone is: "Septarian "lightning stone" are predominantly made of an argillaceous clay rich carbonate. Their creation dates back to the Devonian period when the Earth's climate change occurred. This forced the clay rich carbonate to harden by chemical desiccation as the inside of the stone begins to dry out forming interesting cracks . At this point in its development these cracks begin to collect and fill in with carbonate silica ground water forming crystals." My rock says "Hi" on the side! I love it. Ron had his leaf blower with him and blew off our cars. He is an artist with that thing. I would have never thought of using a leaf blower to keep up with snow accumulation - but now it make complete sense. Who knew?
Last night when I got home from work I just threw together a salsa ground chicken meat loaf and threw it in the oven. We had mashed cauliflower and mixed veggies and the salsa meat loaf for supper. We've been trying to eat at home which is healthier than eating out and frankly, I am sick of coming up with meal ideas! My husband was not impressed with the feeble attempt at this particular meal. I will be eating the leftovers this time... I am eating a serving of the meatloaf for breakfast now and it aged very well, to be honest. He is missing out... I will taunt him with this fact in an email...
I sent the kids a video of the new toilet flushing. It flushes with such gusto! The kids grew up with a toilet that had to flushed twice, normally - and then you had to play with the handle to stop it from running and sacrifice a duck to please the toilet gods, etc. I am sure they were impressed because who wouldn't be? I bet that thing could suck a plane out of the sky at 30,000 feet, this new one flushes with such fury. "Hey, Kids! Come over and poop in our new toilet and be amazed!" Now how many Mom's do you know that have that bragging right?
February 8, 2018 - Yesterday at work I felt like I was 'winding down' and feeling worse and worse. I called the doctor's office and made an appointment with a real doctor. The antibiotics I got last week from that TelMed doctor managed to fix my laryngitis but other than that, I did not feel any better. Those antibiotics felt like the Red Cross of antibiotics - taking in coffee and donuts for the victims, but I felt I needed a round of National Guard antibiotics to help me. I am glad I went in now - bronchitis and EAR INFECTIONS! They also commented on how red my throat was...What the?!?! I did not know my ears were infected. Go me. I came home with good, kick butt drugs and an inhaler to help me partake of oxygen since that seems to be vital for human survival. I called in sick to work today so I could sleep, but my back up at work had an appointment for furnace repair this morning so I'm working from home until she comes back into work before I log off and go die.
I understand that the 'Healthiest You' thing is great on some levels and saves my company money, but I've come to the conclusion you need boots on the ground and a real medical professional to look into your orifices and assess internal situations. I should have done that a week ago, really. I know myself well enough to know I was dancing with something that was stronger than my immune system ....
We are due for some 8" of snow in the next 24 hours or so. Goody. Why not? I mean, it is winter still and I would rather have snow than an ice storm. I want my BFF to move back to Michigan but if Michigan keeps being, well MICHIGAN, she never will. She is used to warmer weather now and I will never get her back up here...(I say that while shaking my hand at Mother Nature.) Right now the sun is out and it is bright, but that is a ruse - don't be fooled. I feel particularly cold today for some reason - maybe it is the temperature outside - a steaming 15 degrees (3 degree wind chill). The furnace thermostat in the house says it is 68 degrees so I'm not sure why feel so cold. I might bump it up to 70. I might also soak in a very hot tub before climbing into bed.
February 18, 2018 - There are many deer and geese across the road and Rocko and Jake spent a lot of time protecting us from them just now...Jake was barking and barking and Rocko was stalking and stalking... hahahahahaha. The deer paid no mind to Jake and his barking. I heard Sophie barking at them too. The deer know the dogs are all bark and no bite.
When I got home for lunch the other day, Sophie came over and was jumping around all happy to see me. (I say she was happy to see me but we all know she just wanted cookies.) I let her in and went about my lunch routine and totally forgot she was in the house. About a half hour later I realized she was in the living room. Hahahaha. I gave her a cookie and sent her on her way. I temporarily was holding Sophie hostage. I should have called Sue and Ron and demanded money...
On Thursday morning, my Aunt Jean passed away. I spend a lot of time weeping at work now and then. Thursday night after my husband went to bed, I let it out and cried for a long time. When women start crying that hard, they end up for crying for EVERYTHING SAD, EVER in the history of man, so I had a good soul purge. I posted this on Facebook on Thursday morning, but will save it here as well for future history purposes:
"My Aunt Jean passed this morning. This had me in bouts of tears all day. She was not necessarily like a “Mother” figure to me in my early life, but she was my honorary “Mom” after my Mom passed away in 1998 for we all need a Mom for a long as we can have one, as we all know…
My own Mother was more of a ‘martyr’ type – always apologizing and feeling inferior to all people all the time. Had I not had my Aunt Jean to balance that, I am not sure what would have become of me. Aunt Jean was feisty and verbal and strong and RIGHT about most things all the time (if you asked her). She showed me a woman could have an opinion that meant something. She showed me women could be leaders and forge paths that no man could. I feel I’ve become the human I am today with the perfect combination of my Mom and Aunt Jean, which allowed me to become my own person of my own making. I thank both of them profusely every day for that…
My Mom had 5 sisters and two brothers, but Aunt Jean was the closest to us in location so we saw them often. I treasured our trips to play with my cousins, Dan and Dave. I so enjoyed the trips to their house - partially because of the ‘junk food drawer’ she kept that she let us access freely that swayed me on my visits. Smile. I tried ranch dressing for the first time there – and thought I had died and gone to Heaven. What was this wondrous thing, ranch dressing?! Smile.
She would take me shopping
at times and showed me
One day on her way home from work (she was a nurse) she pulled in our driveway (before my Mom and Dad got home from work) and handed me a puppy out the car window and drove away. I don’t think she said anything, really – just “HERE.” I named the puppy Corky. Corky ended up being the greatest dog ever. My Dad was a hard man and didn’t let us have a dog, but how could anyone take a puppy away from a kid once they had named it and had ran it half way around the block? I got to keep Corky…
In their later years, I would clean for her and Uncle Lorin. I would make them dinners. I would bring them food. But the thing I like to do most was make her laugh. She would laugh like my Mom used to, holding it in best she could but she would end up vibrating up and down with joy like Santa Claus. Even if I said something off color, after chastising me, she would rumble…
She had a sharp memory and her memories of events in her childhood were hard for her to overcome. She never did overcome those bad memories. I hope now that she’s on her new journey, she can cast away all the bad things that filled her mind and be free, full of love, and full of pure joy. I hope she hangs out with my Mom and I hope she sets Heaven straight, because I’m sure even God needs a good opinionated woman to assist from time to time….
Thank you Aunt Jean, for you."
I cried writing it, but not
a sad kind of cry. I am full
of memories for her and will
cherish those. Death is only
hard on the people left
behind. The people who have
passed are free from any of
those types of emotions.
They are free.
The kids were
here over the weekend. They
got in on Friday but took my
wee one with them to a
concert, so we really didn't
see them very long. On
Saturday we went to
breakfast to our favorite
diner, the my daughter and I
had a "Mommy/Daughter" day
out and she got highlights
in her hair and I had
someone just play with my
hair. I needed my daughter
after feeling so emotional
this week. Saturday night my
boys came over and we
ordered pizza and sat around
and just laughed and laugh.
My kids are quite funny and
it was a fun,fun night. I
laughed so hard and was very
grateful I was wearing a
Earlier this week our pump
was not keeping pressure.
You would have to go out to
the pump shed and thunk the
switch box for it to work.
Thumping the pump in your
nightgown when it is 9
degrees out is not
enjoyable. My husband fixed
the pump switch on Tuesday
night so we have a fully
pressurized tank. (I am
lucky to have a husband that
can fix things.) Our water
'round these parts is 99
percent iron, dark matter,
and other minerals and 1
percent actual water, so the
disruption of the water tank
caused much gunk to break
free in the water lines.
This caused the screens on
the waterlines to the washer
to become plugged up (or I
should say MORE
plugged, since obviously the
feed to the washer has been
getting worse and worse over
the last few years). It was
taking 1.5 hours to fill the
washer!! Thursday night we
moved every thing in the
utility room to get to the
back of the washer and clean
out those screens. Now the
washer fills so fast I
sometimes miss the rinse
cycle. I'm glad I have dryer
sheets on hand... Between
staring at the new toilet
flushing like a hurricane
and being amazed, we are now
are amazed by how fast the
washer fills. We cannot
handle so much excitement in
I am feeling ever so much
better now that I do not
feel bad anymore.
Antibiotics are marvelous
things. I hope this round of
being ill is all I have to
endure for a while. At least
it was a 'working' illness
and did not have be in bed
and dying. Still, no more
for a while, please.
20, 2018 - I forgot
to mention that when they
weighed me and measured me
last week at the doctor
appointment that they
measured me at 5' 3". I have
been 5' 4" all of my adult
life! I made them take the
height measurement again and
pulled myself up with all
the royalty and bravado my
spine could muster. Still 5'
3" .... sigh. I am
shrinking. This happens to
all humans, but damn... I am
turning into a hobbit. (I
have always considered
myself a Samwise Gamgee type
anyway, I suppose.) I shake
my fist at older age and
gravity. I have enough
trouble getting things off
of high shelves as it is...
Tomorrow is Aunt Jean's
funeral. As much rain as we
are getting, I do hope it
lets up a bit for the
internment part for the
family's sake. I do not go
to the funeral internment
part of a funeral. I feel
that is for the direct
assume I will go to my own
internment if there is one,
but I truly hope not.
Hopefully the kids know by
now that I want to be
cremated and my ashes let
loose upon humanity...
22, 2018 - There
has been a white plastic
grocery bag in the
neighbor's tree nearest to
my yard since the leaves
fell in the fall. I have
seen this bag every day
for all these months but I
can guarantee that at LEAST
20 times I've seen it
reflecting in headlights and
thought to myself, "My, the
moon looks funny..."
Seriously Sandy? I figured
out it was the plastic
grocery bag and laughed
loudly. How many more time
will this happen until
spring? Stay tuned. (Oh look
there's the moon...)
Aunt Jean's funeral was a
good funeral. Funerals are
never 'nice' or 'fun' I
know. However, it is good to
see my favorite cousins and
Aunt, so in a way it was
enjoyable. My cousin Dave
rented a room at a local pub
so we could all congregate
at after the funeral, and we
told stories and just talked
and that was fun.
Therapeutic, too. It was
agreed upon that Aunt Jean
was a strong willed woman.
Smile. I will miss her, as I
miss my Mom and my Aunt
Vera, but they all live on
in me - and I've spread the
best of them all over my
kids. Thanks to those lovely
ladies, I was able to raise
a damned fine family. I owe
them all a lot.
This morning I was staring
out the window like any good
older neighbor woman does to
stare at the neighbors area
to my south when I thought I
saw a deer in silhouette. It
was shorter than a deer,
though,so I walked outside
and when it heard the door
shut and it scooted to the
east. When it passed in
front of my neighbor's work
shed, I could see it sort of
had the head of a German
Shepherd. It freaked me out
a bit thinking I had
possibly seen a chupacabra
for a second there... (I
decided it was Conner, the
German Shepherd that belongs
to the neighbors on the next
street but for a second, I
got goosebumps. We must
remember, however, I think a
plastic grocery bag is moon,
so what the hell do I know?)
26, 2016 - This
morning when I let Jake in
from the poop pen, I could
hear an owl in the distance
hooting away. I announced
this to my husband who was
on the toilet at the time.
"There's a hoot owl out
There are calls of sandhill
cranes in the swamp to our
west and lots of red winged
black birds. (If you ask me
how I know they are those
types of birds, I will smack
you...) I was pondering this
morning how I think it is
way to early for these birds
to be back and about, but
the weather changes and
maybe the magnetic poles of
the Earth are changing as I
type for all I know, and
maybe my memories of WHEN
something should be is
incorrect. So if they are
back, they are back, and I
won't try to reason why I
think it is so early for
them to be here, I am just
happy they are back. The red
winged blackbirds have
already found the bird food
and are consuming it in mass
It was a good weekend. My
oldest came over for a home
cooked meal on Saturday. He
brought my granddog Watson
along. My son requested a
simple meal of
spinach. Perfect Saturday
meal, actually. It was good
to visit with him. He
finally brought back all the
plastic containers that I've
sent food home with the
boys. SO MANY PLASTIC
CONTAINERS!! I will not want
for containers for some
time. He said they had used
all those tubs for making
forts...hahaha. On Sunday I
made whole wheat bread and
another batch of butter. (My
niece had given me a bread
maker that had a butter
setting, so if something has
a butter setting - YOU
MAKE BUTTER. It is
pretty darned cool.) We also
picked up some of the big
branches that fell in the
yard from the 40+ MPH winds
we were having. Nothing too
exciting on Sunday, really.
I woke up breathing, so that
March 9, 2018 - I am glad February is over,
only because I
hate typing that
word. February and
always given me
grief on the
spelling side of
life. Those are
words I have to
phonically in my
ARY and WED NES