Time: a matter of mind over?

I don’t know if anyone else is noticing how fast time is passing lately. One would think that being self quarantined because of people around me not observing precautions for getting rid of this CV-19 pandemic that time would be standing still, never moving, stagnant. I could probably think of more descriptions but it would involve using a brain that has long been dead. My mouth just hasn’t caught on yet and it keeps yacking away even while I’m alone. I talk to everything around me and grab at the phone each time it rings hoping there will be a real person on the other end. Not much luck so far with each call marked “potential spam” by the little person who lives inside the phone and decides which calls I should answer and which ones to ignore.

But back to the subject, I wake up each morning determined to phone family and friends to see of they are surviving but since it is always too early to wake them I make the decision to wait a couple of hours because I want them to still like me after the phone is answered. Get started doing something (quilting). making doll clothes, crocheting, reading a d/or binge watching movies, and what seems like an hour later I look at the clock and realize the day is gone, midnight has arrived and waking someone to tell them I was thinking about them is no way to keep a friend. I did that to my mom once several years ago, fell asleep in a room with dark curtains, looked at my watch when my “nap” was over and saw that it was two o’clock. Unfortunately, with the darkening shades I couldn’t see outside and thought it was two p.m. I only realized my mistake when she answered the phone with “do you know what time it is?” My nap had lasted about twelve hours longer than I thought.

So now, sitting here not getting as bored as I did when I was younger the day goes by so fast that I am far behind on my Christmas gift list. since I try to make as many gifts as possible I just assumed that there would be a lot of time on my hands and even though keeping busy I haven’t stuck to as many projects as I should. I did have some histrionics early this morning to break up the monotony. Took a blanket and another load of clothes down to the laundry room at 3:00 a.m. (best time to get a machine without having to wait) (8 machines in a building of about 200 people just doesn’t do the job when we are limited to three people in the room at a time). Okay, got the blanket out of the dryer and folded it while the second load was drying (only 7 dryers and some of them out of order) and when I went over to take the second load out I noticed a very big, HUGE roach climbing up my pant leg. Fortunately no one was around to witness my reaction as the roach noticed how displeased I was and jumped to the floor and disappeared on the run while I was spraying it with fabric softener and feeling creepy crawlies all over my body. didn’t even fold the second load of clothes, just threw them in the hamper and turned my power chair to “outdoor fast” mode and sped out of there for home. As soon as I entered my apartment I grabbed a spray bottle of something and began soaking everything on the chair and everything in the hamper before heading for the shower to scald anything and everything that might have hitched a ride home on me. About an hour later I tried to sleep but still felt creepy crawlies invading my personal space and headed back to the shower for a second run. At times like that I almost hate to get out just in case something dropped off and was lying in wait outside the door to jump on me again. After the second one though I didn’t feel any of the beasts so decided it was all now in my mind and took a short nap

Now that I’m thinking about naps, it’s dark outside and I’m beginning to feel the lack of sleep last night. Now if I can manipulate this new WP format forced on me I’ll see if this will publish or join 15 other drafts that haven’t done anything when I try to post them. I wonder if I can get a photo on this one? Hmmm, we shall see. If you get to see this one you will see if the photo came thru and if you don’t get to see it you’ll never know I tried, just as you won’t know about the other ones.

Maybe I’m getting smarter, not sure, but I just found my photos. Most of them taken by me, include the quilt I’m working on at present, my little Max a year before he passed away, my bitmoji image, one of the few trees left down at the river, some of the dolls wearing clothes I’ve made for them, and a slogan I found on Pinterest that seems to describe me well. How ’bout that? Now to see if it will publish.


15 thoughts on “Time: a matter of mind over?”

    1. Just seeing bugs on the floor each time I do my laundry is bad enough, Scottie, but having one actually crawling on me is still making my skin crawl. I’m giving serious thought about never going there again, wash out what I can in the sink and toss the rest in the trash when it gets so dirty it can stand alone. And I’m not a bit sure I’m joking there! I still feel them crawling on me even though I know it’s just an illusion, but it’s like when I get floaters in my eyes and try to shoo them away. It takes a little while to realize they are floaters and not gnats flying into my face! Hugs.

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      1. Hello Angela. Why can you not petition the owners to spray the room? Heck they could set off a bug bomb. These are cheap easy remedies they could use. Or hire a pest control company. You shouldn’t have to live that way. Hugs

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      2. Hi Scottie, as soon as I can get all the stuff out I’ll set off my own bug bombs and try to find a place to wait it out so I won’t breathe in any more of the stuff. The owners? No one knows who owns the place now. It used to be the Senior Citizens Council of Owensboro, but they took all the signs down several years ago, including the Renter’s Rights that was once hung in easy view in the lobby. Our manager now was the receptionist when I moved in here and doesn’t have a clue about how to run the place. The one before her had been in housekeeping before her promotion to manager. The more I think about it the more I am leaning toward a cardboard box in an alley someplace. Personally I think the manager is getting a kickback from the pest control company who admitted to me once that the sprays they use are safe for humans to drink because they only use water. He proved his point by drinking some of it, so they aren’t really trying to get rid of the bugs, just keep coming back and spraying some water on them to make sure they can continue to rake in the big bucks. I’m getting more depressed by the hour lately and have lost interest in almost everything I always loved to do.

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      3. Hello Angela. You need to go online to your state gov web site. Look up the senior advocate office, or any office that offers some program for seniors and call them.


        Here are some pages I found:




        These are for the state, but look locally in your town. Normally towns have senior centers and assistance programs, advocates or departments to assist seniors. Make the calls, if they can not help you then ask them to give you the name and number of a department that can. You do not have to live that way. Locally you have the zoning commission, call them and inquire? This is a crime. No one should have to live that way. Hugs

        Best wishes and hugs.

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      4. Hi Scottie, Hopefully this third time will be the charm that will stay long enough for me to send it. I have exhausted all avenues of help from city, county, state and federal. My problem is that I have only Medicare and in Kentucky if you don’t have Medicaid as well you might as well pack it in. Kentucky is number 50 in how well we respond to Seniors, probably because we aren’t even noticed most of the time. People are just hoping we will go away and not remind them that they too will get old if they live long enough. I’ve even tried to get the District Health Department, where I worked at one time as assistant to the Epidemiologist, to come in and condemn the building or take steps to force them to clean it up but was told that it’s a privately owned building and they are not allowed in. HUH? Privately owned? None of us have a clue about when that happened because when I moved in here 20 years ago it was owned by the Senior Citizens Council of Owensboro. I’m betting it changed when the Property Management changed and the manager we had at my move-in retired and was replaced by one of the Housekeeping workers as manager. She was finally shown the door and escorted thru it five years ago, then replaced by the girl who was receptionist when I moved in. It doesn’t do any good to complain, you just get put on the list of trouble-makers and targeted for — I just forgot the word! Getting kicked out is the definition, and I’ve been threatened. My best bet is to just move out if I can ever find a place to go to. Talked to the manager of one place this morning but they don’t have handicap access so I could get my chair into the apartment. Kinda looking at a rent-to-own deal right now, but really can’t afford that, so it won’t happen.
        Eviction! That’s the word I couldn’t remember!


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      5. Hello Angela. I am sorry this is happening to you. One thing you could try is calling local real estate agencies. Often they get paid to place rentals by management companies, and they can tell you which ones fit your needs. They may even be able to assist you on the rent to own. Best wishes, please keep me informed. I care. Hugs

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  1. Hi Scottie. The owners — whoever they are, blame it all on the people who live here. They don’t come around, the maintenance is done by only two people taking turns working the two buildings and the management and property management people just don’t care. I’ve heard the building is up for sale but they tell us nothing at all about what is happening here. People are promoted to positions they are not qualified to do (building manager was promoted to that position from her job as receptionist, manager before her was in housekeeping). This was a nice place when I moved in almost 20 years ago but now it’s just plain slum. Attempts have been made to force them to fix the place up but it’s not going to happen. The pest control company they use is the same one that was caught planting bed bugs in apartments 3 years ago — they put in the lowest bid but are making their money by NOT using anything that would rid us of the pests. We think management is making money by getting kickbacks from companies that provide “services” to the building, but can’t prove it and since no two tenants will agree on anything it’s just a simple case of “where else can we go now?” Sad but anyone who tries to do anything to make it better gets evicted, and as I said, there’s no place to go except the streets. Hugs!


  2. Hi Scottie,
    I’m working with a couple of rental agencies right now and the apartment I fell in love with is out of my price range — of course. Tomorrow I’ll call another one back about whether or not they can put a ramp on the sidewalk somewhere for my power chair if I like that apartment as well. It’s in a different part of town but I’ve seen them from the outside and while utilitarian in looks they seem to be well kept. I’ll schedule a tour of the one available there for next week. I told my son today that I just can’t stay here any longer and that I’m looking at other places as they come available and he seemed okay with that. One place that I might visit tomorrow if the weather cooperates is close by this building so would be close to my favorite groceries, several restaurants for when people start going safely back to them plus a couple of strip malls that are beyond my travelling range at the moment. Most of my shopping is online at the moment so I would have to wait for better weather to really explore the area. It’s only a few blocks from my bank and that would make it easier for me on the rare occasions when I want some cash. Very infrequent but for laundry machines sometimes necessary.

    You are a wonderful person and i cherish this strange online friendship. I have a lot of online friends and you all keep me going even when I’m ready to give up. I probably need to post that and will when the weather is better. After several days of incessant rain my fingers will only do hunt and peck and after a few words I have to stop and rest them. And that moment has arrived yet again so will get this out before I lose it again.

    Many thankful hugs for you.

    Angela 😇💖


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