Just Because It’s Tuesday

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I found this on Pinterest, my home away from home, or home on the range or in the tall building or whatever!  Seems like good advice to me, but I have to admit I’ve never tried this and I’m not sure why it seemed like a good idea to post it!  I saw my kid poke herself in the eye with a banana but can’t remember the occasion, just the mess the peanut butter on the banana made.  Well, I’m the one who had to clean the mess up, so how could I forget the incident?

I wonder each time I post if this will be my last one or not.  No, not going to stop, just so many people I know are passing lately that I figure I’m not getting out of here alive and one of these days it will be my body that is found.  My doc asked me once what she should do if she came in and I was on the floor — I had just stressed my DNR preferences again at her request, so I told her, if I’m still breathing just go away for a while and come back later to see if it’s time to call the coroner!  Seriously, why fight something that we have no control over?  We can’t live forever, and to tell the truth, I don’t want to!  I’ve seen some pretty crotchety old people — and I’m becoming one myself, so why on earth would anyone want to live forever when they are crotchety? You have to keep up the facade of being that way all the time and that is too much like work for me to enjoy it.  It’s hard enough to keep the junk cleared off the floor and tables and counters and every other place junk can accumulate to live forever and have to work at being crotchety!  Nah, I’ll just take the time I’m given, be thankful for what I was given and go on from there.

Of course there are some things I would change if possible.  Like those pesky beeping sounds I keep hearing lately!  Then there are the floaters in front of my eyes.  Ya just don’t realize how silly some things can look until you are looking across the room and those pesky “gnats” keep flying around your face.  I tend to try to shoo them away only to discover they are floaters and they won’t be shoo’d .  Maybe some day I’ll have the urge to video tape some of my encounters with life sized floaters, but nah!  that would be too weird even for me.  I once got up and brought the bay leaves in to scatter around my chair as gnat repellents before realizing what they truly were.  Talk about feeling silly!

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I’m not much for fish unless we’re talking about eating them, but this photo is one I took many, many moons ago after I first moved in this building.  These fish fascinated me, mainly because of all the colors.  Unfortunately someone poured a bottle of bleach in the pond soon after the photo was taken, the fish all died and were replaced a few years later with common goldfish!  the kind that swims, not the ones in the box that you snack on.  I’ve heard the swimming kind are very oily, but will rely on the report of others rather than trying to eat one myself.  I have heard about people in college way back in time — mid century 20th century that is, who decided swallowing live goldfish would be fun.  Just can’t imagine how anyone could consider that fun, but they probably wouldn’t find much fun in doing some of the things I find fun and/or fascinating so it all works out.  Sure wouldn’t be a fun world if we all did the same thing –ewey , that would be so dull it would put us all to sleep!  And since I’m not going anyplace with this one anyway, I think I’ll close it out and take a nap!  G’nite folks!

Bistro FFF — rogermoorepoet

Friday Flash Fiction 20 July 2018 Bistro LJ sat at a table in a dark corner of the Bistro. He held a plastic bag in his hands and moved what looked like dried brown fava beans, one by one, through his fingers. A priest at prayer, his lips moved in a silent mantra as he […]

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FROM ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS, I JUST LOVE ROGER’S WORK.  I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS IT AS MUCH AS I JUST DID.

AND ROGER, OH MY, WHAT A STORY AND WHAT AN ENDING.  I LOVE IT!

3.2.1.Quote Me

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OKAY, I WAS CHALLENGED TO DO THIS AGAIN, HAD THE INFORMATION FOR THE SUBJECT, THEN BECAME DISCOMBOBULATED WHEN ONE OF MY DOUBLE FIRST COUSINS PASSED AWAY SUDDENLY.  NOW, ALMOST A WEEK LATE I AM ATTEMPTING TO REDEEM MYSELF, NOT BY DOING THIS THE WAY IT SHOULD BE DONE, BUT BY GIVING YOU FIVE (5) OF MY FAVORITE QUOTES, ALL FOUND ON PINTEREST (MY HOME AWAY FROM HOME), AND ALL PRINTED OUT AND DISPLAYED ON MY LIVING ROOM WALL AS A REMINDER TO ME THAT NOTHING IS REALLY THE END UNTIL THE ABSOLUTE END ARRIVES.

SO, WITH APOLOGIES TO RORY, HERE IS MY FEEBLE ATTEMPT TO REDEEM MYSELF.  I’M NOT EVEN SURE ABOUT THE PINGBACK TODAY, ONLY THAT IT HAS FALLEN TO ME TO TRY TO DO SOMETHING THIS WEEK.  WHAT I KNOW IS THAT IT IS THE 3.2.1. QUOTE ME CHALLENGE, AND I SEEM TO REMEMBER IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HEALTH.  SO — I HOPE SOME OF YOU ENJOY THESE QUOTES AS MUCH AS I DO.

WE HAVE WATER!!!

Last night I was,um, checking out the facilities, um, checking out the  throne room, um, ah heck!  I had to pee in the middle of the night, as usual! and out of habit just hit the flush handle and to my delight it FLUSHED!  The water was  at last after two long days and nights that felt more like years.  And the air started the slow journey down to a comfortable level from the 96F that was showing on mt thermostat when I checked last night, a very good thing since we started back into another heat advisory today.  We still have to boil the water before using it for at least 24 more hours, but that’s easy enough to do.  It has the added benefit of adding moisture to our otherwise desertlike dry air.

Today turned out to be my day to see or hear from several family members also.  I always visit my aunt on Wednesday and my cousin is usually there as well, but today while we were talking my son came strolling down the hall.  I’m not sure which of us was more surprised, but he stopped for a short visit before heading back out to the farm.  His uncle and half owner of the farm now lives at the same home as my aunt, and Don had just dropped him off after a visit to the farm that Don and Mike run now, with their step-mom taking care of the books for them.  Altogether a winning situation for everyone — with the possible exception of accident prone Mike!  He should be wrapped in bubble wrap and protected from himself — very much like his accident prone mom!  That would be me!

 

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Another Thing You Miss

AIR CONDITIONING!!!  Ours is tied in with the water system,  and when the water main went so did the air.  My sweet baby boy, now no longer a baby to anyone but me brought me some water last night along with a fan and an invitation to spend the time without water and air with him.  A nice invitation, but I’m not a very good house guest, especially at night.  I do a lot of roaming around during the night when sleep eludes me and it just wouldn’t be a good idea to keep them awake wondering what I was doing next.  So, I kept the fan on, called the bus to take me out to an air conditioned place today,   and am still enduring.  The water main is fixed but for some reason known only to the powers that be here in the building we still have no water or air.  Temps have cooled today though so  things are better.

I was tooling around one of the stores I decided to visit today during my time out and while spending a few minutes examining a display it seems I took one of my “power naps”.  Not sure how long it lasted, but I woke to see a gentleman in front of me with a concerned look on his face, calling “Ma’am Ma’am, are you okay”?  Another employee was beside him with a device in her hand trying to contact emergency for help for the me, but I assured them everything was fine, just a bad night without much sleep due to lack of a/c and a sudden need for a nap. Since I was able to tell them what day it was and when I was born they were okay with it and I decided it was time to go ahead and check out my 3 bottles of glue and move on to the next store.  I managed to remain awake in that one and stayed until the phone rang a few times with the building news that we should be sure all the faucets were turned off.  Since I wasn’t sure about mine it seemed like a good time to call the bus to bring me home for the day.  So I went thru the checkout there, paid for my fat quarter fabric which really isn’t a quarter of a yard at all, and came home.  It is cooler out now, but almost time for them to leave for the day and still no air or water, but not too bad.  That’s okay, I can cope with anything since I’ve had a few power naps today already and it cools off during the night.  I have water, cherry cokes and ice cream, and what more does anyone need?

Things You Don’t Miss

At least you don’t miss them until they are no longer there when you want them.  Like the ability to turn the faucet on and have water pour forth in abundance.  Early this morning my water went away as I was rinsing the soap off my hands.  The bright spot was that it dribbled out long enough to get rid of all of the soap residue,  a very fortunate plus since I had been doing some greasy cleanup in the kitchen, making up for a few days of forced inactivity due to an infection somewhere inside that caused my temperature to rise.  So, while I am so used to taking water for granted, today I count as a very huge blessing the fact that I have plenty of bottled water on hand for drinking and for a limited amount of cooking.  No pasta probably, but pasta, while delicious is not necessary for life (I can say that because I am English/Irish/German ancestry).  I also have a fridge and freezer filled with burgoo, potato salad, and sandwich fixins!  

This is actually my second water main break since I moved to town.  The first one wasn’t quite as conveniently placed as this one.  I was living in a house that time and had a guest for a few days, it was Sunday morning and to top it all off, I was in the shower covered completely by the huge handful of shampoo and shower gel I had decided was absolutely necessary that morning.  To be honest, I just squeezed the tube too hard and half the contents squirted out on me so not being wasteful I had to bring up the biggest bunch of soap bubbles you can imagine!  When totally certain I was completely soaped, scrubbed, bubbled and shampooed to perfection I turned the faucet back on, and to my absolute horror, nothing happened!  Not a single cupful of extra water anywhere in the house.  I didn’t even have a wet washcloth, since I prefer the scrubby on a stick that I’ve used for years — no, no, not the same one–I change them out regularly for, well, just fill in the blanks there on your own.  It’s amazing how sticky soap that is only toweled off can leave a person feeling.  Especially soap that has been so liberally applied.

My guest had awakened by the time I left the bathroom and she made a remark about how stiff my hair was, then said she was going to take the shower she had been looking forward to for almost an hour after my moving around woke her.  A little demon almost made me let her try it and possibly soap up before she realized the predicament, but the angel emerged in time to let her know that there was no water, no way of cooking much for breakfast, no coffee — her drink, mine being cherry coke, and no hope of that shower.  We tried phoning some restaurants in the off chance there would be one with some actual food for sale, but of course, no one was open for business that day.  Seems we never think about all the uses for water until it’s gone, or at least I hadn’t, until it is no longer there.

I sometimes make lists of things to be thankful for, and on that fateful Sunday morning water was placed at the top of that list.  That particular afternoon the National Guard trucked in several tankers of water and we were told to come to the places they were dispensing it, bringing our buckets, jugs, jars and whatever else we could pack up to hold this wonderful life giving nectar.  Jane had elected to remain with me for the duration, even though she could have driven off at any time.  We found as many containers as we could pack in the trunk of my car and drove to the station for our first of many trips to fill them, empty them in the bathtub, sinks, and every other pot, pan, pitcher and other container that could be found.  I was finally able to rinse the soap off, drench my pruny skin with lotion, and feel human again and Jane elected a sponge bath rather than dirty up our tub full of fresh, clean water!

Happy July 4 America

18698064_1611726638870034_1630537416200896665_nWishing everyone a safe and happy Fourth of July.  Fireworks are fun to watch, but our kids are more fun to keep around, so please do NOT allow them to play with fireworks unattended.  And also, please be aware of the Veterans in your neighborhood.  They have been thru enough stress; They don’t need the extra stress brought on by indiscriminate fireworks going off at all hours and for days to come.  Make this a great holiday for everyone!

321 Quote Me

Many thanks to Rory for nominating me for the  321 quote challenge. I can only hope I’m doing this correctly.

Here’s the link:   3.2.1. Quote Me

 

The rules are simple:

Thank the selector   DONE

Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day

Select 3 bloggers to take part in 3.2.1.Quote Me!

Today’s topic is FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD

So, here we go!

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Since we all know that chocolate is a vegetable, this one seems appropriate.

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Again, if I eat anything myself, a donut would be my choice, but it has to be accompanied by a cherry Coke!  This one fits me because I frequently choke on food — ah, the joys of MS.

 

In Memorium

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My dad was born July 9, 1915 and passed away July 16, 1992, one week to the day after his 77th birthday.  This year he would have been 103 years of age, but the cancer did him in one week after his 77th birthday.  The photos above show me sitting next to my mom, and just dad’s profile next to her.  The second photo is mom and dad cutting the cake on their 25th wedding anniversary.  Somewhere I have photos of them celebrating their 50th anniversary, but as it usually happens, just couldn’t find them yet.

What I did find however, are a couple of poems I wrote during dad’s short illness, while sitting with him.  And I remember so many times when I would go to visit and just sit with him.

Most of all I miss the companionable silences–

        just sitting–you asleep in your chair.

I miss walking with you through Autumn woods

with the only sound the leaves crunching beneath our feet.

I miss your smile, the twinkle in your eyes,

the pleasure of telling you the latest joke, knowing

you would get it every time.

I miss the thoughtful advice–

your patience when I didn’t listen,

your satisfaction when I did.

But it’s okay to miss you now.

The loneliness is okay.

I’ll have your memory forever.

July, 1992

I love you Dad, I miss you still.