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Random Thoughts

Can you believe February is half over already?  I’m still not mentally prepared for the year 2020 and we are one and one half months into it now!  I know I’m getting older and I was already older than dirt with the possible exception being the plant that committed suicide in my window last week.  It was planted in fresh new dirt and had to be tossed this morning.  Ingrate! I have to admit the air in here is dry but the humidifier has been running full force long enough for my alligator skin to look fresh.  Sigh!  Gone from the plant lady with the green thumb to plant suicide lady in just a few days!  And theoretically, the year has just begun!

Now I need a lot of luck here.  I began this post 13 hours ago, lost it by hitting a button of some kind, found it and tried again 10 hours ago, lost again, and now let’s see if the third time is really the charmed one.  I found it again and thank God for drafts!  Oh no, it just went away again but came back.  The draft I’m thankful for is the one WP saves to the site, not necessarily the one that is coming thru my walls and windows at the moment.  I have too many of that kind and they just make me very, very cold most of the time.  I have a problem with being cold anyway, so the drafts coming thru the walls aren’t exactly the welcome type.  I must have thin blood or something like that, but then I’ve had this almost all my life.  Some of my earliest memories are standing on the heat register as often as I could find one that my sibs weren’t hoarding.  Needless to say here, the kind of heat we had back in the day didn’t do much to warm the house — or maybe it just wasn’t turned up enough for us.  Mom was always extremely hot natured so it had to be kept comfortable for her.

Okay, a few more thoughts.  Hmmm, maybe not.  I had several this morning when I was awake and moving around before the rest of the world knew whether it was still intact or not.  Guess it still is in most places.  Not sure how long that will last though.  I really think the world leaders should take my advice about all this fighting and bombing that’s going on.  Let the leaders do the fighting and leave our young people home to grow up and have the chance to be as crazy as most of our honorable (?) leaders are!  They can choose their weapons from every weapon of personal injury known since time began EXCEPT FOR the nuclear, atomic, and other weapons of mass destruction.  Personal destruction only!  Then give them a place for the carnage where the rest of us won’t ever have to see, hear of smell any of it and let ’em fight it out.  Maybe send all of the leaders to the field of shame so we can all start over where the leadership of the participating countries is concerned.  Simple, huh?  They get the fighting they all seem to want and the rest of us get to elect newer, saner leaders.  Nice if we could choose the voters, but that isn’t the democratic way of doing it.  Oh, I guess I’m dreaming again.

Speaking of dreaming, my older son visited yesterday.  I guess I crashed before he got here because I woke during the afternoon following a nice, restful nap, glanced at the clock and wondered what time they would arrive, since they are in the Eastern time zone, therefore an hour ahead.  Didn’t have to wonder very long though before the knock on the door and my daughter-in-love cautiously peeping around the door as she opened it.  It seems they had arrived earlier and couldn’t wake me, went out for a coke and came back to see if I would wake up for them that time.  It was a great visit after I heard the whole bit about my snoring!

The first time I “crashed” like this was while eating a sandwich for lunch.  A friend was here at the time and she told me I had it almost to my mouth when suddenly I just crashed!  sound asleep sitting there with that silly sandwich slowly coming to rest on my shirt.  I have insomnia, you see, and after long stretches of no sleep at all it catches up at the most inconvenient times.  Not so bad if I’m alone but not so good if someone is visiting at the time.  It is very inconvenient at the time and I’m sure some of them have wondered about it.  Haven’t found any way to avoid it yet.  tried getting up and walking around once but woke up on the floor later with a headache and bruised noggin, so that didn’t prevent anything at all.  But the good part is that I always wake up refreshed after the initial nap, provided of course that no one wakes me while I’m sleeping.

Gina was here on Saturday and I stayed awake for her visit.  Had my nap before she arrived so I didn’t need another one yet.  She and her youngest got to see it happen a couple years ago though, so Mike is the only one now who hasn’t seen me fall asleep on everyone,  I’m afraid to show him.  He might try it also.   He seems to try to copy all of my injuries.  Broke my left foot one night sliding off the sidewalk when I wanted a Milky Way candy bar immediately and had to go to WalMart to get one.  Ended up in the hospital getting a cast instead.  So a couple years later Mike slid off his front step and broke his left foot.  I really know he loves me without his trying to empathize by copying my injuries.

Let’s see if I can find more photos for you.  Probably of the dolls since I haven’t taken them of anything else lately.



It Seems Like A Losing Battle

I just read this one over, posted a few years ago but still so typical and still exactly the same thing, over and over and over. Not much has changed here, still spilling my food although a lactose intolerance thingy has me avoiding ice cream at the moment. So today I made caramels instead of ice cream. Got interrupted in the middle of cooking them so not so great this time. They will be devoured though even if I have to provide a spoon to go with them. Time will tell.

Doll clothes are still being made but this time they are mainly for Barbie. And I’m working on a special quilt at the moment, a small one for my granddaughter’s wedding gift. Three more weeks until the wedding, or just over three weeks, but very soon. Now lets see if I can insert a couple of my Barbie photos here.

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I have acquired a few more Barbies here.

Okay, back to the past which also seems like the future.

So it’s a good thing I’m such a stubborn woman!  I just checked in Facebook and found one of my memories from 3 years ago.  In it I was bemoaning the fact that this laptop and I were not getting along well.  We still aren’t!  I think the problem is still the same.  I try to free up space on the drive and then immediately fill it up again.  I’m a collector, hoarder, lover of photographs and apps and dolls and floral arrangements and sewing and quilting and pretty fabrics and — hmmm, I can’t think of much else off hand.  Good thing though.  I was holding my breath while typing that and I think my complexion is now kinda bluish.  Of course some of that could also be due to my sinus problems that seem to increase as the day wears on.  Gonna have to get busy inventing that sand blaster for sinuses.

I’ve been trying to finish some of the latest doll clothes but keep getting side-tracked by life today.  When I say by life what I actually mean is that I’ve been falling asleep every time I get settled back in my chair with needle in hand.  Wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t also have food and drink in my lap at the same time.  You just can’t imagine how much I dislike having to launder things before they are even hemmed!  Even worse when I have to toss my clothes and the blanket covering my legs in there at the same time.  And when I think of all that lovely food soaked into everything but my taste buds!  It’s a shame.  Today it was a bowl of homemade vanilla ice cream with strawberries and chocolate syrup on it.  Not only is it sticky and messy to climb out of the clothes that are wearing my snack, but such a waste of deliciousness!  Is that even a word?? It’s not underlined in red so I guess it must be.   Not sure but I think I even got some in my hair!  And I have a damp spot on my turtleneck so I must have done some drooling in the process.  Gotta tell you, growing old and even older by the second stops being appealing after 75.  Ya feel like you have accomplished something when ya hit the quarter century mark but after that it’s not that great.  Drooling, dropping everything ya pick up at least 5 times before getting a holding grip on it, finding some of the straight pins and needles when you either step or sit on them….it all loses it’s appeal after the hundredth time and even becomes boring!  I can say that because I only have one brain cell still active and it seems to be the one that controls the feeling of pain! Pretty sad when you are being stuck by needles and pins and don’t even know it.

Another flash back occurred when I read a weather advisory this morning.  We are again under a flash flood watch!  Just like this time last year — and the year before, and the one before that!  Makes me feel water logged up here so far from that ground.  This is the year I will definitely ask one of the kids to bring me a few tree trunks for that ark I keep talking about building.   I’m beginning to feel like Tim the Tool Man.

Wonder what photos I can find for your entertainment tonight.  Well, here goes practically nothing — except my blood, sweat and tears from several months ago.

Another doll and another baby quilt delivered this past Christmas — the quilt, not the doll.  That is MINE!  I love playing with my baby dolls!  Not I’m going off to throw a tantrum — after I throw some food in a pan for another try at nourishment!  A.

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