Have you ever had one of THOSE!!! days? The kind where you should have just stayed in bed all day and still accomplish more than you have during the entire day of being up and active? That is just a fraction of the past 4 hours — NOT the entire day, but just the last 4 hours of my day. I can’t get into my email, couldn’t remember the password to try to recover the access, couldn’t find the book where I keep my passwords just two minutes after putting it down — SOMEWHERE!!! Managed to disable almost every method of recovery I had, lots more that I don’t remember if I forgot it or not.
I wonder if this is all because my resident poltergeist is at work again. It all started out as such a bad/good day that I can’t figure out how it all went bad so quickly. For several hours I was unable to access my WP account, found a place to hit a button and it all came back. Just can’t seem to find a button like that for the email. Aaarrrrhgggghhhhhhhh!
I got my laugh in earlier in what is now yesterday when younger son called and I had to admit to him that I fell again several days ago but this time managed to just hit my head and the left shoulder that usually predicts the weather for me. He is always telling me that if I just hit my head I’ll be okay since it’s the hardest part of my body. Of course these last two falls have proven him right. The trouble there is that he always tries to outdo me in everything, always doing things a little bit worse than I do. Now I have to worry about him somehow breaking his leg, only worse than my own was. He broke his foot a few years after I broke mine, only just a little bit worse. Hmmm, this quarantine is bad enough on it’s own without getting to see my kids one more time before either Mike or I manage to butt heads and have both of them split open on impact. Like all else though, it could be even worse than it is now. I don’t want to try to come up with ways that it could be worse at this time though. Freaking myself out here without even trying.
Went to Kroger’s a few days ago and some shelves still are empty. That in itself is freaky. They are letting Senior Citizens in at 7 a.m. though. We get the first hour of the workday. Now how many times have you seen a S.C. finish anything at all in only one hour? It takes me an hour to get both eyes open and then another one to get them to work together! Shop for a months groceries when most of what I want is not in stock requires more than an hour, sometimes several hours when I have driven around the store so many times looking for an item and then forgotten just what I’m looking for — usually while staring right at it, It’s almost like all the times I’ve held the refrigerator door open looking for something I can only hope will appear in there by magic, knowing all the time that I don’t have in but still having a childlike hope that it has jumped in there just to satisfy a craving I didn’t even know i had until deciding to look for it. Hey, I know what I just said —- do you?
I think I’ll just follow thru with my first inclination of just getting back in bed and hoping I can stay there all day!
In case you haven’t noticed I’ve been on hiatus for several weeks. The early winter weather has been playing havoc with my health so I’ve been taking things easy up to a certain point.
I have re-discovered the joy of quilting, especially making memory quilts, pillows and tote bags for my family. At the moment I’m finishing up a pieced quilt and just might get up enough energy to take a quick photo of it to post. Don’t hold your breath though, I just sat down and got comfortable after a long night of doing everything except sleeping. Yep, that pesky insomnia is still with me and going strong. And my computer woes are still an ongoing issue for me. And did I ever mention the day my phones were missing in action? Almost an incentive to no more cleaning while I have work in progress out. I was clearing a table off after cutting some fabrics and the phones, cell and home phones both, managed to get swept off the table and into the trash container. Normally I check that particular container before emptying it because it is kept so close to my work area, but this particular day I just wanted to get the trash out, so it was already in the compacter before I noticed my phones hadn’t been ringing. Never a good sign around here where they usually ring obnoxiously at all the worst times. I enjoyed the quiet for a little bit, then had to go out and replace the cell phone so I could buzz people in when they visited me. The home phone still remains MIA and might never be replaced — or maybe I’ll wait and enjoy the peace just a little bit longer.
So, here I am at 6 a.m., having been up all night and beginning to wonder what’s for breakfast, as if I didn’t know it will be whatever I make when my naval shakes hands with my spine and I have to eat something in a hurry before my sugar crashes. I also just moved a little bit in my chair and about 25 quilt blocks that are pinned together until I get the sewing machine out again are now in a pile on the floor. I do tend to burrow in when working and comfortable. I suppose it could be much worse but looking at them makes me wonder how. Now I’m going to finish this post up and get down to floor level and pick up the nights supply of work, find a good place to store them until Christmas, try to remember where that good place is a few minutes after putting the top on it …..
Have a great December!
And wondering why I’m still awake. Okay, so I had to clean the kitchen first, and that led to some other things that were out of place and those led to others that led to, well, now it’s time to get up and I haven’t gone down yet. And even worse, there is a pile of stuff still out of place to be put away. I’m afraid to put it away though because I already know there will be more stuff every place I turn and eventually I’ll wind down and probably just collapse where my batteries run out of juice which could be in a closet or under some furniture or even scrubbing those flower pots that are soaking in the bath tub. I might never be found or heard from again! It could be like that old song from so long ago I’ve forgotten the words, something about the man who never returned after boarding the subway in Boston. On the other hand, that would assure my getting some real rest, so it wouldn’t be all bad. Think I’ll eat first though.
Now, if my computer will cooperate, I’m gonna talk a little bit about the good old dn of Highway 81 of my dreams. So hard to realize so many of them are gone whilente those of us still here are going strong — except in isolated cases when these cotton pickin electronics take over and try to rule my life. And it just ate half of my content before kicking me back to my sign-in screen, Don’t feel like fighting a battle of wills with a
I have been fighting a very intense case of pinched sciatic nerve lately, and not doing much blogging. Sorry about that, but what can I say? It just plain hurts — actually to the point of my asking my doctor for a script for a muscle relaxer today. Shocked the poor girl out of a few years growth, and since she is still just a child, she doesn’t need this. Really, if you could see her you would have to agree that she is a very intelligent teenager. So what if she has twin boys who started preschool last Sept. Sheta probably had them when she was 10! I can remember when all the doctors were so old, and now for some strange reason they are just kids!
I’m also still having some discussions with my computer, trying to let it know who is in charge here! It seems to think it is running the show, but each time I sign on I have to manually start most of the apps. I almost know what I’m doing now, all except how to save the settings. I’m determined to win this argument though, even if I have to do it by
removing the screen from my window , um, taking it down to my neighbor and asking him how to accomplish this. He’s a computer tech and works on all the computers in the building when he is feeling okay. Like most of us though, he has health problems that keep him from doing what he loves. He endeared himself to me when he revealed the fact that he plays the guitar! He also fell in love with the picture of my sis and me playing and singing, or “pickin’ and grinnin’ together a few years ago. I’ve tried to convince my son to bring mine home so I can hear my neighbor play it the way it should be played. Ah well, if my darlin’ little boy prefers to let my Martin D 2800. circa 1970, hang on his wall like a trophy there’s just not much I can do to stop him now — except try to keep him informed about proper storage and the price of replacing it, if indeed he could ever find one like it for sale.
Okay, stopping my complaining now! See what happens when I’m really hurting? I make a horrible patient, just whining all the time. It will pass when the weather stops being so horrible. Once in a while I just have to whine about it all
Just a few photos to cheer us all up:
I’m beginning to think that computers and I are simply not compatible. I’m not sure how I got to this place, but when I turned my laptop on today — several hours ago, actually, I got a black, blank screen. Everything I had seems to have been deleted, including Windows 10! The worst part is that they now want me to pay to download it again, pay again for updating the drivers that have been lost, pay another time for all other updates…well it just isn’t worth it for me. If I could figure out how I keep doing this it would be one thing, but to log off one night and try to log on the next day only to find that all information is lost is becoming a bit depressing. I can’t even get to my computer settings to attempt to find out what’s happening. Huge sigh! But ya know something? I’m just too darn stubborn to even think about giving up. That means if you hear a big roar coming from Kentucky, it will be me blowing my top — again. I’m really surprised to find any hair at all still attached to my top. Arrrrgghhhh. Loud screaming to follow. Then maybe a phone call to a friend down the hall to see if he can find any of the information for me — again. Many hours of searching ahead for me tonight!
Yes, my ice cream churn is getting another workout as I write this. Funny thing is that you will never know when I go over to add ice and salt to the churn. For a second hand item, it really works well and I can feed my ice cream cravings any time I feel the urge. I discovered this will have to work for all cravings for now. My feet are swelling lately from too much salt intake (sour cream and onion chips). I think if I read the label on the bag I would see that salt is the first ingredient listed, probably followed by a few other unwanted ingredients before I would come to potatoes. I definitely need a change in diet here.
Okay, no more stalling. Have to get back to my computer problems, but only after I eat a quart of the ice cream that is finished now. Yep, I can hear it calling my name and getting louder the longer I ignore it. Later (I hope) if I can find my computer programs again and make it easier to find the places I want to go. I’m getting sleepy just thinking about it. Later. A