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A Study In Frustration Again

I’m trying to finish some of my drafts, even though when they were lost the first few times I can’t remember!  I do remember the acute frustration of wondering where they went and which planet they were living on after fleeing this one.  Maybe they foresaw what we are going thru now with this pandemic taking center stage.  And in April, when I first tried this it was all only beginning.  There was talk of opening the churches again by Easter, and since I can’t remember the date for yesterday — or today for that matter, I don’t remember if I finished something or if this is one I simply put on the back burner after four attempts failed.

So, today I followed a new friend’s example and cleaned out my spam folder.  Since I’ve found other friends had wandered in there by some twist of fate or help from my resident poltergeist — I just now had to look for this draft again!  Might have made a discovery though.  This time I added that it might have been aided by a visitor from Mars just before I lost the link.  Now if this one disappears again I’ll know that we’ve been invaded by Martians and make myself an aluminum hat just to feel safe.  Oh Lordy, what next?  First I have to wear a mask because of the pandemic and now I might have to wander around wearing aluminum hats?  I think I’ll just look for the flying saucer and climb on board.  Too bad about my fear of heights.  I have an even larger fear of being lost in space, flying in general (you know, the old “if I was supposed to fly ….wings?” thing.  Maybe that’s why I began blogging as Kentucky Angel.

Okay, back to the subject.  Anybody remember at this point what that subject was?  For that matter, anyone care?  In light of all that’s happening in today’s world it’s not of much importance except as my small attempt at humor.  Oh yes, I remember humor.  Just not sure how or where to find it lately.  Things that once seemed funny are now frustrating.  Like knocking over the container of straight pins after carefully placing them all in one container and placing it where it looked safe from even my worst ________  (and now more frustration.  I forgot what I was saying so just fill in the ending yourself this time.  But please let me know what word or words you added.  I might be able to keep them in a notebook for future reference).

Now that last statement is a real joke!  I have four notebooks for memos, passwords, notes about different things, and when I need them, any one of them they are nowhere to be found.  And KLUTZ is the word I forgot above.  Or some derivative of that word.  I’m beginning to wonder if I can still speak actual words.  The only time I   see anyone lately it’s one of the Physical Therapists and we are more concerned about how I can balance and walk than how or if I can speak.  Gracious, now I might be mute and not even know it.  What a thought!  Maybe I’m already on Mars and just haven’t figured it out yet.  Oh, just remembered that I sang a few songs lately.  I know the dog next door heard me because I could hear her howling in disharmony with my song.  “Mama Mia, here we go again”.  The irony is that when I was singing and playing my guitar years ago I could never remember all the words but yesterday I reeled them off along with several other songs without any problem at all.

I’m not sure I want to preview this because I think it’s really jumping around the page for sure.  Not sure I want that part of my insanity to show, but then again we all have to take the bad along with the good so here you have it.  Almost.

Oh yeah, I began something about knocking my container of pins over.  They were all over the floor (except for the ones I grabbed with bare hands.  Not sure it was quite the same as being stuck like a porcupine but it took some time to get them all out.  Not quite as long as to remove the ones I stepped on later since I have no feeling in my feet and just can’t seem to keep shoes on when socks are so much more comfortable and at times when I step on a pin or nail, another dropped item, it remains imbedded for a few days.  Has to get to a certain stage before I stand up and then sit down in a hurry to see what’s making the feet hurt like that.  I might have to invent a way to stick magnets on my feet (or sew them in my sox!) just to stop getting my feet stuck so often.

I’ve probably posted these photos before but things are getting boring around here and with pins and needles stuck in my feet I’m slowing down on taking photos lately.  The nature ones were taken from a window and the dolls from wherever they landed after change of clothes periods,  I now have over two dozen dolls and each of them have a couple of outfits I have made.  More cut out so some will get more  changes, but fabric is among the items I’m having problems replacing.  But this too shall pass.  I’m just not sure I want to know what will replace it all.

Musings

I’ve spent a lot of time lately musing about a lot of things.  Like right now I’m wondering what happened to the first draft of this post?  It was finished and ready to hit “publish” when I hit something else and made it disappear.  I felt like a magician for a minute — right up til I looked for my missing draft and didn’t find anything at all but a blank screen staring back at me.  That seems like a bad way to start something on a cloudy, frigid day.

For some time now I’ve been thinking that someone should have given me an IQ test before allowing me to begin using the “smart” phones.  It’s kinda sad when the phone is smarter than the person trying to use it but that seems to be the case with me.  My cell phone is proving to be my downfall and leading to my turning the atmosphere around me rather blue st times.  For example, this morning I attempted to place a call to one of my siblings.  Simple enough thing, right?  Nope!  It rang two times and then nothing was happening.  I pulled it away from my face to see if it could tell me anything about what was wrong and discovered I had him on hold along with two other people who are in my phone book.  Have no idea how this happened and not sure I ever want to know but I think the poltergeist who lives in my apartment is hard at work again.

Speaking of my poltergeist, he/she has taken my remote again.  It was in my pocket where I could find it and now it’s not.  I’ve written about my ongoing problems keeping up with my remotes before but this is getting ridiculous!  How on earth and in the universe could a remote control to my television jump out of the pocket it was in?  And just where in this building did it take that big jump?  Oh, it will turn up some day and I certainly know how to walk over and flip a switch to turn the tube on and off it it becomes necessary, but I’m spoiled by some of this modern technology.  Go ahead and laugh folks, it doesn’t bother me.  I’ll probably laugh harder than any one else could if I find it hiding in the fridge or sitting somewhere in plain view yet constantly overlooked by me.  Life can be amusing in these so called golden years.  Maybe I should have said frustrating since at times it is, but mostly just funny.  Come to think of it, these things were a lot funnier when they were happening to my parents and grandparents.  There is a warped sense of humor working here so I’ll slap my own hand and move on.

I have managed to find some gold on that dirt path I travel though.  It can be found all around if you open your eyes and look up from the dirt.  In fact, I looked up while attempting to walk in the hall outside my apartment door and then by focusing on something higher up managed to walk the entire distance of the hall!   Not bad for an old lady who has fallen as many times as I have lately.  I may not ever win a marathon but I can now walk the length of this hall and back now.  Sure, I fall into my chair as soon as the door closes behind me but the biggie here is that I walk!

I’ve put these photos up before but now seems like a good time to share some of my gold.  Here goes!

And here are some of the quilts that keep me occupied lately.

Have a wonderful rest of your day!

Big Surprise — Two In A Row

Just checking out how a new background is going to fly here.  Can you tell how bored I am at the moment?  I only do this when I’m bored and that can be dangerous.  I’ve erased my entire hard drive before when I’m tired and/or bored.

So, here are a few more photos of my current projects.

And here are a couple of photos my daughter took a couple of weeks ago out at the farm.  I remember this field so well — used to gather arm loads of daffodils that are growing wild all over the place.

I still miss this place.

Ya’ll have a great night — something I should do myself here.  G’nite all.

Can’t Think Of A Snappy Title

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Sunshine on snow — at least briefly, from my window yesterday, 1-13-18.  Usually when the weather people predict this stuff it never happens around here.  It hits every other place around us, but the river usually protects us and diverts the white stuff to the Indiana side.  I have wondered why we are getting it this year and might have come up with the answer.  At least it’s an answer I like, so I’m going with it.  Mama Ree loves snow and we just never get enough for her, so this year, with Sam now in heaven (and I truly believe he is there),  he is making sure she gets enough to keep her happy for a while.  And with that sense of humor of his, I don’t dare go outside for a while because he would probably slap me in the face with a snowball!  I’m not too crazy about the stuff and yes, I know what we got is nothing compared to other parts of the country we have to contend with the fact that it is out there lying on the ice that came first.  So far the temps have been well below freezing so it isn’t leaving the parking lot here and the less traveled streets.  The building management has a firm policy against cleaning it off the sidewalks and parking area here, at one time stating that if they leave it and we are stupid enough to go out on it anyway we deserve whatever happens. (Paraphrased comment)  As is usual in this town someone will have to be seriously maimed or killed before the policy is changed.  I love this place in spite of the less than ideal management and the downright stupid rules they seem to think we accept without question as the truth.

I shouldn’t say the above out loud but it becomes an exercise in silly at times and it all has to come out.  All in all however, it is the first place I’ve felt at home since leaving the farm and I have yet to figure out why!

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I’ve been updating my kitchen for a while now, one item at a time, and this dishwasher magnet is one of the latest finds.  It sure goes with the overall rooster theme that began in the kitchen and has now spread all over the apartment.  So, while I’m trying to get myself together enough to prepare for the funeral in the morning, I’m gonna stick a few of the latest photos here.  You might get one of the scene outside our freight door also if I remember to add it.  Part of the entrance is clear (went down to get the photos this morning, opened the door and didn’t freeze!)  Enjoy the photos while I’m working on getting my clothes together for morning.  Then I’ll have to take the laundry off the shower chair and the shower rod tonight so I won’t have to do that in the morning while I’m still walking around in my sleep.  And praying the snow that is supposed to begin at nine a.m. doesn’t happen.  My chariot won[t get far in that mess.

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OH, NO!

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But oh, yes.  Snow on top of ice that started during the night.  I woke during the night and heard the ice hitting my window and the chill started with the sound! Purely psychosomatic, but I’m still shivering more than twelve hours later.  The wind is picking up again and my internal temperature is dropping rapidly.  It’s not a good night to wander out of the apartment, and I might end up breaking my own rule and turning the heat up before much longer.  Chee!  the more I think about it all the colder I’m getting.  Funny how the brain works — and I only have half of one cell left!  More than that and I might wake up frozen solid in the morning!

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My photos were taken from the floor to ceiling window at my end of the common hall while my neighbor and I were joking about the dirty windows.  I had to scrunch down and aim from the lower part to find an almost unobstructed area, and within a few minutes he was doing the same thing.  It just occurred to me that I could have taken a few other photos while we were there, but after we started talking and watching his little puppy, Angel trying to get down for an elevator ride I just forgot about the other photos.  And now I really do have to add more layers or a thick blanket because it is getting cold in here for real.  Take care, and stay warm.  As for me, I’m praying for a better view on Monday so I can get to the funeral.  Missing you, Sam.  I hope Mama Ree is finding some pleasure from the snow.  She loves it!