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.