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Title Five

Second attempt at writing this. The first attempt is floating around somewhere in space — possibly some of the space in my head, but I will swear I never said that! I suppose having it written here could be a deal breaker, but ya just never know. I do know one of my kids would never let me live it down. Actually both of the boys and at least two of my brothers.

I don’t remember what the lost post was about, but then I’m not sure what my name is at the moment. Actually I’m never sure what my name is, but the worst is when I’m trying to call my kids by their names. It always upset me when my Mom would call me by her sisters names before finally getting to mine. Well, it now seems that I have completely turned into my mother. Maybe not completely, but when it comes to my daughter I sometimes use both sisters names before remembering hers.

On that same note, I’ve been noticing lately that I begin a sentence and right in the middle of it just completely forget what I’m talking about. I couldn’t be getting that old even when I look in a mirror and notice the lines and wrinkles on the face of the old woman looking back at me. Nah! couldn’t be me. I’m forever 25. Of course I have to add shipping and handling to that and S n H charges have increased at an alarming rate over the years.

Whew! almost lost this one too. I’m getting faster at times in not hitting the wrong thing that sends my words into oblivion, but there are still the moments! I really hate those moments when I notice it has all turned blue just a nano-second before it disappears. Big sigh! I’ve also deleted other things on other sites, so at least it isn’t discriminating against any particular application.

And at the moment I seem to be sticking myself with a pin that is stuck in a seam of one of the doll dresses I’m doing the finishing handwork on. I think that means I should cut my losses and send this one on out while I still have the chance. Bye for now.


Title Four

Okay, just began and on the sidebar there is a note about how to get rid of toenail fungus. Really? Are they trying to tell me something? Okay, just got rid of that and for the record, I don’t have toenail fungus. I have some pretty long toenails but they are all my regular ones with no fungus. I just know you all want to know about that!

Well, now the toenail fungus thing is gone but replaced by the weather outlook. I can look out the window and see what the weather is doing and my advice to a cousin recently to not depend on what the weather experts say but go outside and look at the sky and the ground and be your own forecaster stands. If you are standing in a puddle of water it is probably raining (I’ll refrain from mentioning the other possibility), if you are standing in a bank of white stuff it means snow, or possibly you might need to call Ghost Busters, and if the sky is bright blue with a big yellow ball in it you are having a sunny day. I admit the sun has been very scarce around here lately, but I do remember that it is big, round and bright and will blind you if you stare at it. What I wouldn’t give to see the sun and feel some warmth from it right now, but it seems gray is the color of the day lately. Oh gee, I just looked at what I’m wearing and it is gray pants, gray shirt and gray sweater. Tonight I’m going to find all my red clothes and put them all on for tomorrow.

At least this weather is giving me time to sew more. I’m doing the machine sewing now and have a bag filled with things that need hand stitching for later after I put the sewing machine away again. Or after I manage to get a room in the nursing home. Whichever comes first.

This weather has me remembering January of 1978. My first and only blizzard, I hope. While it was kinda fun I sure don’t want to see another one of those and sure feel for all the people stuck in blizzard conditions right now. That year it started the first day the kids went back to school after the Christmas break and lasted into early February, with the kids being sent home from school at noon. The old farm house we lived in had very little insulation so I brought the mattresses from the beds into the living room, hung quilts at the doors and windows, shutting that room off from the rest of the house, and making it a cozy place for us all to ride out the storm. I had the crock pot in that room bubbling away with the stew I had started for supper and a stack of books to read to the family, board games for the kids, tomato juice I had made during the summer for my scratchy throat, candles for possible electric outages which never happened, and space heaters in the necessary room just off our living area. The snow continued a few days and with the wind blowing we had 15 to 20 foot drifts outside the house. I loved that time. It lives on as one of my favorite memories of all times. Not one I want to relive in real time, but one I enjoy thinking about once in a while. Probably when I have a high fever, but at the moment I don’t. Just feeling nostalgic I guess.

I think it’s time for another nap so will say goodbye for now. Stay tuned for Title Five coming soon.

In the meantime, I’ll look for more photos to make things prettier next time.

January Already With Roses In December

One of my favorite photos is this one, taken in Mid-December next to a garage that provided some shelter from the cold.  Wish I could remember the year, but it was late in the last century.  Imagine being able to say that!  I never thought I would live this long, but the idea of living until another century absolutely never crossed my mind.

I sometimes wish we were still in the twentieth century, especially with all of the problems we are now living through.  Who would ever have thought of something like COVID back then?  Sure, we were just getting some therapies for treating AIDS, but that one was spread by bodily fluids.  Much more easily avoided than air-borne diseases.  After all, we all breathe the air.

I’m kinda in a depressed mood lately.  I fell the Monday before Thanksgiving and broke my left ankle on both sides.  It’s not healing as well as I had hoped but it is healing.  I think I use a bottle of lotion each day because of the itching caused by the boot I’m wearing, but it just seems to get worse each time.  At least I haven’t gone in with a knitting needle this time.  Learned the danger involved with that method when I broke a foot about 25 years ago.  

I am using a knee walker around the apartment most of the time.  The left knee on the walker and pushing off with the right leg.  It works out okay, but sure does get tiring at times.  It makes me remember the old scooters we had when I was a kid.  One foot on the scooter while pushing it around with the other one.  I don’t think any of us ever got tired back then, but that was a year or two ago.  I was younger then.  But like everything else, it could be a lot worse.  Makes me wonder what the next 21 years will be like.  I intend to live to be 100 so that gives me another 21 years.  I just hope the next 21 will not be as bad as the last two have been.

I’m fortunate that most of my hobbies, while making messes of some type, don’t require me to be on my feet much.  MS can be thanked for that.  But again the power chair takes up a lot of space and can be rather destructive at times.  I drive into rooms and back it out of them, hoping I don’t do anything really bad during each maneuver.  BUT, oh yeah, but – – a few days ago I felt the wheels going over something that was behind me.  Had to go over it all before I could see my four bananas squashed all over the carpet!  Let me tell you, it’s not easy to sweep fresh bananas up and even worse trying to get them into the dust pan.  I think I’ll have a wide white streak down the middle of the room for quite some time before I can use the shampooer to clean it all up.  And then there are the remnants of my chicken dinner that I dropped just before reaching the table.  Mashed potatoes and gravy are almost as bad as bananas.  I haven’t had the nerve to try to move soup across the room even though my son brought me some wonderfully smelling home made vegetable beef soup and some potato soup.  I ate those at the kitchen counter while propped against the refrigerator and praying hard that I wouldn’t fall again.  So many things I’ll never take for granted again.

I have been making doll clothes.  Some by hand and some by mach ine now that Mike pulled the machine out for me.  Maybe I can find some of those photos to post here, but no promises.

Well, that is my last two months of 2021 in review.  Here’s hoping 2022 will be kinder to us all.

Just a few of the doll clothes I’ve made these past couple of years. I’ll try to get some of the Barbie photos moved over to the computer later.