MS Awareness Month

March is almost over and I have yet to mention this horrible disease many of us are fighting on a day to day, minute by minute basis.  Our color is orange, which doesn’t show up well in print, but I hope with some added dark tint it will be easier to see.  My logo this time is one created for me by MichelleMarie, of http://tellmeaboutit.wordpress.com, my Pink Angel Friend, fellow blogger, and mom to a daughter with MS  MM, as I have always called her, is a lovely, talented woman from Oklahoma who can work magic with photos.  She convinced another blogger, a wonderful photographer from Romania, Paul Militaru to allow me to use one of his photos for my MS posts also.  Where Paul finds orange roses is a complete mystery to me, but he is a master at photography.  The photo that accompanies this post was taken by Paul — the rose photo, that is.  The daisies?  I’ll have to check and get back to you on that one.

  Rose photo by Paul Militaru.

 Pinterest Photo

I checked as promised.  Wasn’t sure since I’ve taken some orange daisies in the past, but this isn’t one of mine.  Some of my photos were eaten when my Dell was, well, how is a good way to say I just tripped over it during a critical update when it was telling me “don’t turn off the computer”?  It was in the process of updating the driver that would help the power cord charge the battery, which at that moment was DEAD!  Another train wreck and I didn’t even have to leave home to accomplish it.

So, the time is late o’clock and my tummy is protesting the lack of dinner.  This choking thing I have isn’t much fun, and this time I’m not getting used to it the way I did the first time.  Guess I’d better heat the noodles up.  Or maybe flog something with a wet noodle?  Sure wish I could remember who used to threaten me with that!  Night folks.  I’m outta here!

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Did Someone Say Spring Is Here?

I heard that rumor somewhere this morning.  But with cloudy skies I just turned over and went back to sleep.  Heard it mentioned again this afternoon, but no sunshine yet, so made a cup of tea and worked on my latest crochet project.  Heard it again, looked over at the window and noticed a white fog.  That seemed to bear some investigation so I went over to look out.  No, I must be losing my vision again.   Or maybe the rumor was wrong.  Could be I’m too high up and it was cloud cover.  Texted Mike.  He said I’m not crazy, it really is that white four letter white stuff falling out of the sky.  Now, I truly don’t want to be blind, but at this moment my usual “temporary” kind of losing it for a few hours then having it come back for a few more days, weeks or months is better than more snow.  I know I loved the stuff when I was younger, loved everything we could do in the snow.  Sledding down the hill (actually only a slight one) at my Grandmother’s in a dishpan, building snowmen, making snow angels;  but now all I see is the mess we have to contend with as it melts.  Ugly piles of dirty gray icy stuff that last forever.  Makes me shiver just thinking about it.  I think I’ll have to just remember the daffodils we saw on Friday.  Or just gaze over at my orchids that are still blooming.   Hope my jasmine will bloom again soon now that she is in a larger pot and no longer pot-bound.  She looks happy again, but needs some sunshine.  Next trip out I’ll look for a grow light.  

 I found this photo on Pinterest a few years ago and saved it, knowing the day would come when I would need it for some reason.  Today I need it just to look at and wish I had the watermelon right here, right now, and just because it would mean we had warm sunny weather outside my window.  Sure wouldn’t mind sitting on the back of that pickup with those two kids either!  Those were the days, fields of wildflowers, the sun overhead and nothing to do but enjoy it all with a friend.

Okay, I’m just feeling kinda blue today.  I just don’t like this cold weather that invades my old bones and makes the joints creak.  But this, too, shall pass, and tomorrow will be A-OK.  Today would have been better if my teapot hadn’t set off the air raid siren that passes for a fire alarm here.  A slight case of overkill on the part of management who told me they want to make sure the deaf people hear it!  Um, huh?  The ones in my own family who are deaf, simply by reason of being deaf, can’t hear it, so why do they think —-.  Shutting up now.  Time to add another blanket to my stack of covers make another cup of hot chocolate (yum), add some home made Amaretto to that, and sit back and enjoy some music.  Sounds good to me.  Anybody want to join me?