Closing Up Shop

7/3/3021

Dear Friends and Family, I've decided to, for the present time, turning my blog off. Over the years, I've had faithful followers, and I appreciate everybody who took time to read about "stuff and nonsense". 

But, for the last several months, I've been living in an assisted living facility. And, in my 430 square foot room, and very little contact with the "world" (i.e., people), I find I don't have too much to say. Or, basically, I simply don't have anything useful or exciting to write about. And, that's the reason that I'm going to go out of the blogging business for some period of time. Let's say perhaps you could check in at the end of December, to see if I've been back at the keyboard.

Thank you so much for following me through the years. I will miss writing, and knowing that somebody actually read what I wrote.

We'll chat in the future.

P

You Won't Believe These Jobs

6/24/2021 

I got your attention with the title, didn't I? Don't ask me how I found the "I've never heard of before, jobs for celebrities and rich people. I'm neither, nor will I ever be, but what I found out when I searched was nothing short of amazing!

JLO has a "wait for it" a professional nipple tweeker (it's not spelled right, best I could do). When I read the article and saw this person doing this job for her, I was shocked out of my shoes.

After finding out about that strange job, I found others:

Basket Ball Retriever when you're on your yacht! I mean does this person have to get in the water to retrieve the ball? 

Please remember these are all real jobs!

Rich Student Entourage: 12 staff people, 3 housekeepers, and a ladies' maid, just to mention a few. Wage $39,000.

A drink holder for Maria Carey, for when she's performing.

Private Jet Decorator

Human Parasol Holder

A shopper for a Ferrari?

Trust me, the list is endless. A guard to protect tennis shoes - really

I could go on and on with this list. I don't even know how you even apply for these jobs? Not that I'd want to.

So, if you get bored, you could search for jo  jobs for the rich and famous!! Since, I'm neither rich or famous, I'll just have to hold my own umbrella!! Horrors. What will people think?

Search for yourself, and be amazed at what people will do for the rich and famous.

I have a lady that cleans my house, does that count?

Have a happy rest of the day.

P

Greetings

 6/23/2021

Greetings from Looney Tune Town. I realize I haven't been blogging regularly. I apologize. There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in a day, to get everything done.

I forget, but think I have been here maybe four months. There are activities during the day, and you can either go or be a no show. One of the reasons I wanted to live somewhere beside home, was for the activities. I participate almost 100% of the time. If you don't join in, then the day becomes very long. Weekends are ideal for reading, painting, napping, etc. I would walk around the parking lot, but I'm not very stable, and always afraid that I'll fall down. And, I have fallen down multiple times, never hurt, thanks to my padding, but have bruises everywhere on my body. Not a good look, I can assure you.

I do have a best friend here. She is 93, and her mind is a steel trap. Her body has worn out, but when you talk, she's always on track. We make the original odd couple! We enjoy our time together, and when we play Bingo, if she wins, I tell her that she cheats!! And, she doesn't, just luckier than me.

Our weather here, goes from a nice 70 degree day, to a 90 degree day, and everything in between. I'm wearing "shorty" pants (capris) now. Nobody wants to see me in shorts, including myself!

Have a great, wonderful day.

P

It's Monday Already - Ugh

6/18/2021

I started this blog a few days ago, like Monday perhaps. I thought I had confirmed for the blog to be published. And, yet I didn't apparently hit the right button. Apologies for writing about Mondays on a Friday. But, the facts about Monday are still true.

Back when I was a working girl, I looked forward to the weekends. But, starting on Sunday afternoons, I was already dreading Monday. Oh, how I looked forward to a three day weekend. But, obviously, I don't care how many days you aren't working, there is always a Monday.

Here's what I found while searching:

If you seriously dread Mondays, you're not alone. A 2018 LinkedIn survey found that 80% of professionals experience the "Sunday Scaries". At least, I wasn't alone when it came to dreading Mondays.

More research:

Blue Monday is the name given to a day in January (typically the third Monday of the month), to be the most depressing day of the year. The concept was first published in a 2005 press release, by a company which claimed to have calculated the date using an "equation".

Monday is the best day to buy a new car

In 2012 and 2018, there were 53 Mondays in the year. This occurrence won’t happen again until 2024.

A study in 2011 showed that the average person moans for 34 minutes on a Monday, compared to the 22 minutes on other days.

“Heart attack day” also takes place on Monday’s when there is a marked 20% increase of heart attacks

That's the facts people, at least according to the internet, which knows all!!

P

“Heart attack day” also takes place on Monday’s when there is a marked 20% increase of heart attacks

Jeffrey

6/11/2021

I today's blog is all about Jeffrey. From a blind date in 1974, to 47 years (in September) of marriage, Jeff and I have been through a lot.

Like most married couples, we've had our share of ups and downs. If you know, Jeff, then you also know that he has a big heart, and doesn't always bother to keep his opinions to himself! Just saying.

This year, perhaps has been our most challenging, to say the least. As I got older, and just like you, defects started showing up in and on my body. Wrinkles, age spots, and that sort of thing. I'm not vain enough to actually worry about these perhaps major or minor changes to my body. It's a fact, that everybody ages, just some people fair better than others. I won't even begin to describe what my body looks like!!  And, when did I start growing hair on my arms. Ewww (or however you spell it.

As Jeff and I both aged, one of us, Jeff, has done a better job. Jeff has his aches and pains, like all people do as they age. And, there are certain things that Jeff no longer does, using a ladder for instance.

Unfortunately, in the last few years, both my body, and my memory issues have become a problem for both of us. I can't remember s**t. Most of the time, I can't even remember what I ate for breakfast. Much less what's on tv.

A few months ago, I moved to an assisted living facility. Jeff works very hard for his customers, and puts in the hours to prove it. A 12 to 14 hour day, is his norm. And, that meant I was at home, with little or no interaction with other people. The situation wasn't mentally healthy for me. 

I've been away from home for several months. Is my facility the best one out there? It's not, but there is always somebody around to help pick me up off the floor when I fall. There are activities in the afternoon, and for the most part, enjoy all of them.

Jeff has been my champion since I moved out. I don't know if this is a permanent thing, or will I go home at some point in the future. I no longer have an Amazon account in my name. I look for items on Amazon, that might and/or should make life easier for me. 

He has bought me weighted silverware, which makes a huge difference, in my life. I put on my list, a plastic cup that has finger holds on one side of the cup. The kitchen knows that I can't use a regular coffee cup now, it's just too heavy to lift. Styrofoam cups are easiest for me to use.

When life changes, you must adapt. Luckily, there are many devices to assist people, who are having difficulties. I ate breakfast this morning, with a woman whose hands shook violently, while trying to eat. Watching her struggle so much to cut up a pancake made me very sad. Perhaps, because I'm always looking on the internet, for things to make my life easier.

I am a very lucky woman, to have a husband, who pays for room and board, which isn't cheap, and also checks my Amazon list for  items that are on my list. Jeff has been very supportive of this new, game changing, situation. Is it permanent? I don't have an idea. Here's what I do know for sure. With me living away, means that Jeff can concentrate on his work. Pretty much, a normal day for him is around 12-14 hours. No wonder that his clients love him so much. Oh, and it doesn't hurt, that he's really very, very good at his job. 

It's not Father's Day, or Jeff's birthday. It's what I'm calling "Jeff's Day". I want to write about, and have Jeff, as well as everybody else know, that through this difficult, but necessary, procession, he's by my side. While I'm saddled with issues, mostly mental, I still feel the love that Jeff and I have for each other, even at a distance.

Jeff, words will never be adequate enough, to tell you or show you, how truly thankful I am for all you have done, and likely will continue to do for me. I am truly grateful. Love you.

P

Bugs, Particularly the Cicada

 6/8/2021

Happy Afternoon.

I wasn't sure what I wanted to write about today. But, then it was clear when this particular icky bug was stuck on the window screen in my room. 

The bug in question is a cicada. The last time they were out, was 17 years ago. I don't know where they go, and I don't really care, just them away from me.

Seventeen years ago, the neighbors on our street all applied a product called Milky Spore. All the neighbors on our street used this product on their lawns. It's been 17 years, and these nasty hideous bugs have come out of the ground. Ever wonder what they do in those 17 years? 

They make a lot of noise, dogs eat them, but they don't do a lot of harm to plants and gardens. Even knowing that, I don't want them anywhere near me.

When they popped up the last time, I had never heard of this ugly bug. I was driving, with my window down, and one of them flew into my car. It's a wonder that I didn't have an accident.

Get ready to laugh. On our neighborhood bulletin board, somebody posted that if his neighbor, didn't control the bugs on his yard, he will be fined $25.00. Jeff and I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time. Can you imagine somebody trying to keep the bugs from wandering off his property? 

Research, and you know how much I love to do that, says that their mating season only lasts for 4 to 6 weeks. And, they are generally gone by June or July. 

See how ugly they are. They are harmless to humans, but the noise they make seems to last all day and night. I doubt that they are a 24 hour bug, they have to sleep sometime right?

By my numbers, which are sketchy at best, they won't return until I'm 88! By the way, being 88 seems scary to me. 

Obviously, there are other scary bugs outside, but today, the one that is the most annoying is the bug above.

I hope you don't have cicadas where you live. But, if you do, know that they won't be around long.

Have a good rest of the day.

P

Just A Monday

 6/7/2021

It's the start of another week. When I was working, I dreaded Mondays, all of them. I always looked forward to three day weekends. But even having an extra day at home, came the inevitable, no matter what day of the week you had to return to work, it always felt like Monday. 

When we would vacation, I always added an extra day, to be home, and put things away. And, also trying to get my head wrapped around the fact that the fun was over. Reality set in. I worked, and you do as well, for money. Money makes the world go round, and helps pay for groceries among other things.

You want to know ONE good thing about being retired? You almost never have to set an alarm on your clock. Not having to do this, makes me very happy. Sometimes, when Jeff or I, have a very early doctor's appointment, we have to use the alarm. And though we don't have to do this very often, it's still "alarming"!!! Aren't I funny? This where you say yes you are!!

When I was a teenager, I had a beautiful little clock, that was meant to be used by girls or women. I loved that clock, not just because it was pretty, but the alarm played music. This many years later, I have no idea where the little clock went.

Have you ever thought back to something you used to own like a desk perhaps, or clothes? I have. I, at one time, had a beautiful coat with a fur collar. Not an imitation fur, but the real thing. When we moved from Illinois to California, I knew that there wouldn't be any need for the coat. I don't remember what happened to that beautiful coat. Or, my many pair of shoes, and other clothes. So, I wonder why did I get rid of them? The shoes are a mystery, because I loved shoes then and I love them now. I had one particular pair, that were half light pink and the other color was a darker pink. These shoes happened to match a suit that happened to be pink. You knew that was coming didn't you?

Now I, like Queen Elizabeth only wear "dress" shoes with short and stocky heels. They really aren't that attractive, and I don't know about the Queen, but I sometimes have trouble standing on my own two feet. 

I love watching women on television or in a movie, that are wearing the well known red soled shoes from Louboutin, generally with a very thin high heel. Maybe not every one, but most women, would recognize these shoes on sight. And, they ain't cheap. The designer also makes shoes with stocky thicker heels, but still with the red sole. I suppose, if you were a crafty type of person, you could possibly paint the bottom of your shoes - red. I know they wouldn't look as good as the real ones. Still, it would be fun to try and do this on, let's say, an inexpensive shoe.

Boy, I don't know how I got off track, but all of you know that my mind wanders, in many directions, mostly at the same time!

In case you needed to know this, and I know you don't, but today is National Chocolate Ice Cream day. I like, okay love, ice cream, and I also love chocolate candy. But chocolate ice cream - not so much. But, if it was chocolate ice cream, or no ice cream, I'd still eat it.

Time for my exercise class. Have a good day everybody. See you tomorrow.

P

I'm Back

 6/5/2021

Hi guys. I've guilty of not behind around for a few days. No excuse, other than sometimes in places, like this one, my day is driven by meals and activities.

Since being here, we have painted wooden eggs. I will leave it to your imagination, what mine looked like!! Let's just say, that if you combine certain colors, with other colors, sometimes the color you get at the end, is a murky brown. Not an Easter egg color at all. But I tried.

Flower arranging? I tried. Water coloring? Again, I tried. This old woman, I guess, wasn't born with much of a creative side. Unless, you count reading and writing. Oh, and blogging, when I get my **** together.

Since being here, I have only been really lonely just a few times. As in any "place" I've stayed in, Most people, and I'm not exception, get off to a rocky start. You don't know the people, the routine, etc. But, over time, I have managed to adjust to waking up when it's time for breakfast. Too early I think. But, then I also think to myself, don't make waves. Stay just below the confusion.

If you stay in places, such as this, you begin to know the names of the other residents. You have your favorite people/persons to share meals with.

Also, for me I always find "that" person. Somebody who might be older or younger than you. And, has traveled a different path than you have.

In this "place", I have met a woman, who has become very special to me. The age difference, which is approximately 22 years, has never bothered either of us. This woman's name is Doris, and she will have her 93rd birthday this month.

Doris' mind, is sharp as a tack. And, when we're together, we always find something to laugh about. We eat our meals together, unless Doris is late. Little 'ol me is never late.

I love to listen to Doris talk about her life. She worked in a shirt factory, some years ago. Her job was folding the new shirts, coming down the line, and, I'm not entirely clear here. She folded them - yes. Did she put them in their boxes? Um, can't remember.

Doris does two things really well. She understands, when you're having a bad day. Frankly, I've had more than a few of those since being here. And, she's optimistic and funny as can be. I love and enjoy spending time with this special woman. We might be the "original" odd couple, but it works for both of us.

My Grandmother passed away when I was in my early 30's. I was so pregnant when she died, that I didn't get to go to her funeral. I've decided that Doris, at least in my imagination, is Grandma. And, everybody needs a grand- mother. 

I've only been a grandmother for 13 years, to a special boy, but when Benjamin came into our lives, it was like putting a cherry on the top of your sundae!

And, few people would dispute you, that being a Grandma to your grandchildren, is probably the best thing in the world. When Benjamin is at our house, rules are loose, food isn't very healthy, and as for going to bed, that's always up for discussion. When he's at MomMom's house (Benjamin's special name for me)  and life is good, for both of us. 

Benjamin, MomMom loves you very much. To the moon and back! It's what we say to each other, when we have to separate. 

It's nearly dinner time, and if I'm late, Doris will give me crap, and vice versa!

I believe I'm where I'm supposed to be. And, somehow I'll know when it's my time to go back home.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

P

Apologies

 6/3/2021

Everybody needs an excuse, at one time or the other. My excuse for few blogs this week, is I haven't been very well. 

I'm hoping that I'll be back at the computer tomorrow. Don't give up on me, I'll be back.

Apologies for very few blogs this week.

P

Lost A Few Days!

 5/29/2021

Yep, it's me. Lost a few days there, sorry about that. But, once you have had a tooth removed, you're not feeling very spry. I know, I know, I never really was. But, as they say, that ship has sailed!

This week, because I didn't have any fun scheduled, I went to see the oral surgeon to have a part of my tooth removed. Twice, while eating nuts, almonds and walnuts, has ended in a tooth disaster. Teeth disasters unfortunately cost money, and if you're having an implant, which I did, there is also a waiting period of a few months, before the process ends. In the meantime, I have a hole in my mouth - looks really good I assure you - not!

At this facility, like others I suppose, you learn as you go. I think I've been here for 3 months or so. I have put my finished tray on the floor near the door. And, that's been okay. Today, I was told that my tray is supposed to be on the counter. And, nobody told me this, why? Don't put your dirty laundry outside your room, until bedtime on Friday night. Again, learned on my own. Have to sign up for activities in a binder at the front desk. That, like everything else, self taught. A new resident handbook would be very useful to new people coming in.

Yesterday, we learned that on the first of June, everybody would eat in the dining room, with a few exceptions, being sick is one of those. If you want to eat in your room, it will cost you $8.00 every time you eat in your room. I didn't in the past, liked to go in the dining room. Large tables, and people who can't hear you, and I can't hear them. I like, correction, I love reading. And, if I eat in my room, I can eat and read, which I enjoy. But there is no way that I'm going to incur yet an additional fee for Jeff to pay.

They told us yesterday, that the front doors would now be locked at 5:00. You could have heard the uproar from far away. I've been out after the door was locked. You press a button, and they let you in. When I am going to away for the day, I leave a note at the front desk, letting them know when I think I'll be back.

Several opinions yesterday, were along the lines of living in a prison. I think that's a stretch of their imagination. You do, need to play nice in the sand box, but that could be said of any place where old people live. After retiring, I have lived my life in a rut, if you will. New things that I need to learn how to use definitely doesn't fall into my rut. Neither does appointments. Things like this, upset my routine, and that doesn't make me happy. How do I put this in a word or two, most anything that is out of my norm, gives me anxiety.

If you don't suffer from anxiety, or any of the other mental problems, then it's likely that you don't understand how debilitating living with being mental, really is. 

I'm still thinking about, what kind of pet I could have in my room, that wouldn't require a lot of upkeep. Since I don't really walk well, having a dog is probably too much for me. I'm still thinking about a low maintenance animal, a cat perhaps.

I hope you're having or going to have a nice weekend. It's  pretty gloomy outside, at the moment. Maybe the sun will come out later.

Talk to you next week.

P

The Measure Of A Man

 5/25/2021

I wrote a blog about this subject, a few years ago. I want to tell you about Jeff, the man who married me 47 years ago. And, as luck would have it, is still standing strong beside me. Taking care of me is and has been nearly a 24/7 job, for him.

There were many, many good years. We went places, we did things, we took our plane to the Bahamas twice (how cool is that?). Not that it matters, but when you are flying from Florida to the Bahamas, there is a very a instant distinction in the water. You probably can't see this division of colors, from a commercial plane, but you can see at the lower level we fly at. For "x" hours, there is this mucky gray colored water in the ocean, and later you look down, and the water is blue. It is beautiful to see.

I have been "mildly" depressed for more years, than I want to think about. And, somewhere along my life's journey, mildly would no longer be an adequate word to describe my depression. The doctor gave me pills to help battle my depression, and they worked to help "maintain" my mental state. 

Then, a few years ago, I became really "mental". There are no adequate words to describe what was or was not going on in my head. Very hard to describe depression, to people who have never experienced it for themselves. And, I hope you never do.

Long story short, my mental state began to get worse. I couldn't, and still can't remember, what happened yesterday, much less remember what my breakfast was today. In just a few hours, I won't likely remember what I had for breakfast.

And now I'm here, in an Assisted Living facility. I have a studio apartment, all 434 feet of it, and thanks to Wendy and Stacey, my "apartment" is very pretty and feminine. 

Not everybody in the family, thought that I was making the right move to come here. But, I know that Jeff deserves to have some kind of life for himself. Jeff works very, very hard to take care of his customers. And, I know they appreciate this.

The family moved me into apartment 352. Will I remain in this facility, or another one like this for the remainder of my life? Hard to say.

What I do know, is that it seems unlikely that I will ever move back into the house. This makes my heart hurt, but my "brain" knows what is best for me. I have fallen several times while being here, but thanks to good bones, haven't broken any bones. This is a very good thing.

While I don't live at home, Jeff has been my rock through this transition period. We email back and forth through the day, but for the most part, we don't call each other. 

Here's the most important thing to know, that I have and will continue to struggle with my body and brain, I know that Jeff is just an email away. 

He has been very kind to me. I told him about the soft mattress on the bed, and a new one is on it's way. Required to wear those compression socks, so found a very colorful set of socks, that will actually not go with anything. But, I'm past caring what I look like when I'm here. 

A very nice water coloring set, including anything and everything you could or would need to "paint". And, Jeff has been very good about buying, for the most part, things on my Amazon list. And, I'm grateful for this.

Over the years, we have had some issues, like every other couple does. After being forced to retire for medical reasons, I stayed home 24/7. The family, and they are right, but I don't have to like it, will no longer let me drive. This means that Jeff, or somebody else, has to take me to my appointments, etc. 

I guess you shouldn't drive, if you can't even find your car in a parking lot. When we shop, Jeff always parks the car in the closest handicap space he can find. Before we go into the store, he'll point out to me, where the car is. I generally go out to the car before him, but there have been too many times where I'm literally staring at my car in the parking lot, but I don't see it. 

This move, while perhaps not what we thought or wanted to do, was the right move. He can, and does, work very long hours each day. And, because I'm not there, he doesn't have to wonder what kind of trouble I've gotten myself into. Okay, I stood on a chair to reach something at the top of the cupboard, lost my balance, broke the chair and fell, as an example. 

If, when we were married in 1974, you had told me then, that someday I would have a body and a brain, not working as they should. I would have laughed at you. Now, not so much.

Through all of this and past nonsense, Jeff has never let me down. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for me. He recognizes that my brain doesn't work at 100% now. And it seems unlikely that it ever will. Yet, he stays. My body movements, are shaky now, and yet he stays. I bring nothing to the "party", and yet he stays. I get angry and frustrated, and yet he stays. I didn't realize until I came here, how much I didn't know how to do. 

Just trying to hook up my sound machine, that Jeff bought me, was beyond my ability. Victor, the handyman, had to come and fix it up for me. And, other things like that. I'm not gracefully going older, I fight every step of the way. And, it's a number thing, truly. It's my inability to be able to know, understand and do things on my own.

It's beyond hard to live with somebody who can't remember much of anything, such as myself. And, through all the madness, the battles fought, over stupid stuff, and everything else I have put him through.

YET HE STAYS.

P

New Things - Old Habits

 5/19/2021 now it's 5/20/21and now 22!

If you know me well, and I think most of you do. Then, you'll understand that I like things just the way they are. Thank you very much. I don't, for the most part, want or feel the need to switch things around. They call this a rut. Or, perhaps it's just an old woman disorder!!

Today, hasn't been my best day. I went to exercise class, and that was fine. Now, several days, later, I don't remember what was bad about Tuesday. It wouldn't matter if I sat here until next Tuesday - it's already gone.

Yesterday:

Still no activity director. No exercise class in the morning, and the afternoon activity was a word search puzzle. I can do this all on my own. I have half of a drawer filled with this kind of puzzles. I stayed in my room, because I was heavily involved with a book. And I know that surprises nobody!

In the afternoon, they came and removed our Xfinity boxes. They replaced them with Direct TV. The basic package with Direct TV doesn't include sports. So, there goes my watching and/or listening to ball games at night. Victor told me that if everybody in the facility voted to pay for sports channels, then we could have those channels. I'm thinking why bother? There is no way on earth, that people here are going to pay, I think, $34.00 a month, just so that I can watch baseball games. Apparently, if only I wanted to pay for more channels, that doesn't seem likely that's it's going to happen. Everyone pays for their room, and the monthly rent is not cheap. Then, what I don't under- stand is, if Jeff pays the monthly charge for extra channels, why would that bother anyone? I told Victor (handyman sort of) that what I wanted, and won't hurt anybody, why would it matter if I paid for extra channels. For the last few nights, and using the Direct TV remote, which is very easy to use, and operates much like our Tivo remote, I've been able to find movies that I actually watched more, and read less. This movie, in particular, had several actors when they were young, and probably just starting thir careers. Bill Paxton is one, of those actors. When Jeff and I talked last night, about Paxton, we both remember watching him on a show, but neither of us could remember the name of that show! Wikipedia, swoops in, to provide answers. He was in a movie called Big Love and a show called Training Day.

Since the best thing for me mentally, is to have mostly everything remain the same, any changes, minor or major, bother me a great deal. I'm sure that most, if not all of you, don't have this particular problem. And, you're lucky, I assure you.

My strap on my buggy, which you pull on broke the other day. Again, yet another call for Victor and Morris. After they turned the buggy over, Victor came up with an idea for fixing the strap, so it won't break in the future. And Victor assured me that with his new fix, the strap won't come off again. Now, all I have left to do, is to ask Jeff to look at the right wheel. Perhaps, when myself and the rollator fell, it's possible that it might, and likely is, the reason the tire is leaning in toward the frame. I've been assured that the rollator will still work fine. But, with nerves like mine, which are frayed at the edges, as they almost are, I'd just feel safer if the wheel was straight like all the others. We're taking the rollator home with us, so that Jeff can assure me that this slightly bent wheel is not going to break off, or something similar. If he says it's okay, I'll return to walking with it.

My fear of falling, has become an absolute fear for me. For most people, probably all of you, don't worry about this issue at all. For me though, when I have already, fallen twice and stumbled more times than I can count, falling is on my mind. My doctor wants me to use those socks they give you in the hospital, that have the grip dots on the bottom. We're supposed to wear shoes, but my "discussion" will be, that this kind of sock, is safer for me, rather than shoes. I don't know if I can win this battle. I have told Jeff that you do have to pick your battles. Getting ice with each meal, only took a month! Not bad. Asking for milk, other than whole milk, has only taken a few weeks, And so it goes on and on.

At Bingo yesterday, several ladies complained that they didn't have books to read. I offered that I had 6 books, that I have read. I told the ladies I don't want the books back. They asked me to put the books by my door. By bedtime yesterday, the books were still there. Now, they are back in my room.

Before any activity, I bring along my very large print word search book. One lady asked if I had an extra in my room. I told her that I didn't have any other books like mine. But, I did have a very small book of puzzles. She literally asked if I had another book like mine. I told her, look for word search puzzle books on Amazon. In my "stash", I have 9 more puzzle books, but they are very small in size, compared to the one I am using now. 

Jeff is coming to pick me up on the 26th to stay for two nights. During my visit, I'll go and have the "girls" checked out, and see the oral surgeon to start the process of yet another implant. Other than the huge expense, somewhere around $50,000, I could have all new teeth. I won't lie, other than the expense, it would be wonderful to have very nice-looking teeth, for once in my life.

I am now supposed to start wearing those nasty compression socks. You know the white ones they give you in the hospital. I may need to wear socks, but they don't have to be boring. The socks that I ordered are anything but plain. There are stripes, dots, and other colorful designs on black socks. Will they "go" with anything I wear, doubtful. Do I care? Not in the least.

It's the weekend, and life is more boring than usual. Today's only activity is a walk to collect money for Parkinson's disease. We have several people in the building, that have advanced Parkinson's. I won't be walking, (a) it's supposed to be hot today; and (b) it's likely that I couldn't keep up. I know, excuses right? Everybody needs one or two!

I guess I'm finished. This has been an involving blog. Hopefully, this won't happen again.

Have a good weekend, and if it's hot where you are, stay inside!

P

Frustration

5/18/2021

It's Tuesday - big whoop. When I worked, about 100 years ago, give a year or two ago, Wednesday, with the exception of a weekend, was a good day for me. I was halfway through the week. That was good enough to keep me going. Something to look forward to.

Here at the "old folks" home, each day is no more exciting than the one before. We had (emphasis on had) a very likeable, and talented engagement director. Sandy was very encouraging, no matter what your finished product looked like - flower arranging, painting, etc. And, now she's gone. There is a new management company running this facility, and since Sandy didn't say good-bye, we suspect that she quit rather than transition to the new company.

So, for the moment, the 7 or 8 of us, that actively participated in the activities, have nothing much to do now. Since there are no activities, I'm assuming that Sandy just walked away. If this was just turning loose people, then they would have waiting someone to take her place.

Ever tried to contact a company. But, you can't find them? It's happening to Jeff and I, as I write. Jeff bought me a beautiful walker, or whatever you call it. I liked because the wires were inside the frame. The ones that have wires on the outside of the frame, catch on everything. Which in turn, makes those wires stick out more and more. While it shouldn't matter, this walker, or whatever you call it, is a deep red, and no wires outside the frame. Heaven sent definitely.

Since moving here, I get a frown from the staff, if I don't have my "buggy" with me all the time. I know their right, but I feel really older, when I walk with my buggy. But, I also know from experience, that if you are moving the buggy around, without the brakes, said buggy is just going to pull away from you. And, one way or another, you're likely to fall down. When I'm involved, it's not likely that I'll fall down, it's a matter of when I fall.

Last night, forgetting that I'm sleeping on a twin size bed, I slipped or fell when I was in bed. I tried to pull myself up using my mattress, but it was too soft. Then, I went back to the basics of my falling. Yup. Crawled on my knees until I could get to my desk, so I could stand up. Had to do that twice. I'm only 71, so I'm really looking forward to getting older!! Not. 

Ever bought something, from let's say Amazon, and you need a part, etc. You can't actually find enough information to correspond with the manufacturer. That's where Amazon comes in.

And, yes this situation if where we are today. My buggy or whatever you call it, has a bent wheel. Could Jeff fix it. Likely. But fixing this, shouldn't be something that he has to do.

Because I always look forward to the challenge of finding "x". This afternoon, I found "x", the address and email address for the maker of my buggy. Initially, Jeff needs a replacement part, or a new buggy. When I first acquired my buggy, I didn't take it everywhere I went. But, after falling, and getting new bruises, I take her (got to give her a name) everywhere, or I get that dreaded look. You know the one: what in hell are you doing without your buggy? Answer, I will be okay if I stay inside. And, after the last fall, in my room, I'm actually not allowed to leave my buggy in my room. I guess I should be happy, that it's not one of those little carts in a store, where you get that "beep beep" sound when you're in reverse. They can't help, but look at you. At least, unlike other shoppers I see at WalMart, my body doesn't hang over both sides. There's something to be happy about.

Closing now, before the therapists come and pull me out of my room.

Later.

P

Nothing Big Happening Here

 5/17/2021

Weekends here at the "old folks" facility, are slow. I mean there are no planned activities for Saturday and Sunday. And, the sad truth is, that since our Engagement Director left, we are getting a minimal amount of activities during the day. Or, for most of our days now, there is really very little reason to even leave your room. 

You know the drill. Put an ad (probably something electronic these days) asking for an Activities Director. Oh, and must enjoy working with older people. Even if they found Mary Poppins today, there's the interviewing, reference checking, and perhaps a background check. I'm not sure about that last one. In my mind, I would be surprised if we had a new activity person in 30 days.

Yesterday afternoon, I took the buggy out for a loop around the parking lot. One of the ladies from our exercise class joined me. It was very nice to have company. This wasn't a power walk, but definitely could be cataloged as exercise. We talked about the quality of the food. When I first came here, I thought the food was okay, but lately I've not been too impressed. A piece of meat, which I must have ordered, that might have been fish or a pork something? Took a bite, didn't like it, and left the rest of the meal largely untouched. But, on the other hand, the desserts are very good. And, I do like my sugar.

We normally get a daily bulletin, letting us know which activities you want to sign up for. For the last few days, we haven't received our daily "what to do" list. After breakfast, I'll go down to the lobby to see if there are any activities today.

The library bus won't be here again until the 4th of June. I have been ordering more "lady" books. I'm a bit burned out, at the moment, reading about galaxies, monsters, and flying beasties, etc.

It's likely that I will have physical therapy today. Still working on that balance issue. I can't decide, whether I'm making some/any progress on that issue.

Jeff is very busy, with work, the usual paperwork - bills, taxes, etc. All boring things. Plus, customers (clients?) want him to be available 24/7. When I even think about going home in a few months, I know that his work circumstances likely will not have changed. I believe he likes what he does. Trouble is there just isn't enough hours in a day for him. Reasonably so, he's tired. and I understand.

Went down this morning to see if there were any activities for today. There was a morning exercise class, but I didn't go. I was sitting in the lobby, talking to an interesting man. I preferred conversation over exercise every time!

An example of the idiocy about living in a facility -- I have a wheel on my rollator that has tilted away from the frame. I called to ask for Victor to come and fix the wheel. Wait for it. Her answer was that Victor, handyman, wouldn't be able to fix it. That this was a job for the physical therapists! Here's what I do know. I'm not taking the rollator outside, until the wheel is fixed. The last thing I want and/or need is to have a problem with the wheel when I'm outside walking. I'm trying to keep my falling record down to one a month. So, I've met my fall requirements for May!!

I wish I had new news to write about. Sadly, I don't. Basically, I live in a fish bowl, which is, at the moment, good for me. I do check up on the news every few days. 

I'm going to admit that I'm lonely. But, having an actual pet, is a lot of work. Walk the dog, clean the kitty litter, stuff like that, doesn't appeal to me. 

Time for my "head clearing" session for this week. Before talking to Dr. H, I prepare a list of things we need, or I need, to talk about. 

Have to close. Maybe, I'll actually have something to talk about tomorrow. Have a good day.

P

I'm Still Here

 5/11/2021

Sorry guys, just haven't been up to blogging. I have an excuse. With your eyes rolling back into your head, you're thinking, of course, I have an excuse, I always have one!!

Last Friday, after shopping with Benjamin and Stacey, at Jeff's favorite store - WalMart, where we had too much success in finding things. It wasn't all about clothes, well, perhaps a little about clothes. But, I also wanted to buy orange juice, 2% milk and spreadable butter. 

As you sit at home, or at work, you're probably thinking why would I need to buy "groceries" for myself. It took me over a month, to get the kitchen to understand that I wanted ice, at each meal. Success on that front.

I don't have enough energy or fight left in me, to try and get orange juice in the morning. Even though I say, 2% milk on all my meal preference sheets, I continually get whole milk - ugh. It's like drinking cream, and I know that Jeff loves whole milk. Of course, you already know about butter, here, like in restaurants, you get those two stupid little pats of butter, that are rock hard. Stacey and I have fixed all these issues. Sorry Jeff, but you have to pick your battles, and I'd put so much effort into getting ice, that am now crying "uncle", for everything else.

Oh, where was I? Oh yes, Friday and bringing bags (Jeff doesn't need to know that right?) up to my room. The bags, and yes there was more than one, were put into my room. I was in the business of pushing my "buggy" into my room. What I didn't realize is that my sweater had gotten caught in one of the wheels. Well, as they say, the rest is history! Long story short, I fell hard. Face first of course, and hitting my left leg on the floor. 

I pushed my little panic button twice, and nobody came. I managed to get myself up on my knees and was able to crawl to my desk. Once at the desk, I was able to pull myself up, and parked my fanny in my chair. Was I disappointed in the staff? Oh, you bet.

Before I knew it, my room was full of EMTs. How they got there, I don't know. They were there to take me to the hospital - I refused to go. When I did fall, my head brushed against the wall, emphasis on brushed. I, had to go through motions with arms, legs, etc., to prove to them that I hadn't broken any bones. They again suggested that I go to the hospital for a CT, and again I refused. Bruises to the body, does not need medical attention.

I was, however in pain, so I took the only pill for pain, that you can have, is Tylenol. I don't have a prn on file for pain. I got through the day, and checked my body, which I hate to do, in the mirror. Oh boy, I was already getting a bruise on my thigh, about the size of Arizona. Not much you can do about a bruise.

On Saturday, I stayed in my pj's all day. And I almost never do that. By now, my bruise had grown to the size of Texas - so not attractive. And, will take a long time to disappear. Glad it's not bathing suit season yet. Oh it is? I wasn't planning on wearing a bathing suit this year, nor did I do so, last year. So my ugly appearance, wasn't going to matter to anyone, but yours truly.

Book delivery came on Friday, and I had ordered 15 books. I've already read 2, and am most of the way through a third one. 

Yesterday, my physical therapist came by, and told me that I can't leave my room without my buggy - argh. I went down to the lobby, to see if I had mail - no. But I did have my buggy with me. There are two reasons that I choice this one. First, the necessary wires that are needed, are inside the walker. Second, the walker, by pulling on the strap on the seat, you can collapse it into a very thin walker, or whatever you call it. I collapsed it in the lobby, and all the people who sit in the lobby, were amazed. Where did I buy it? Why does it collapse so small (really?). 

Most, if not all, of the residents here, are very, very heavy. They push around a little walker intended for somebody who weighs 100 pounds or so. Basically, they use their walkers to hold books, water, etc. Pretty obvious that they aren't actually able to sit on these walkers. Why they have them, is a mystery to me. These little walkers would be of no use if somebody fell. Okay, enough about falling.

Sunday was Mother's Day. Chef put together a tea, coffee, cookie get together. There were only about 8 of us who attended. I actually feel very sorry when the staff goes to so much trouble to do nice things for us, and then nobody comes. It must be frustrating for these people.

There is nothing to do around here on the weekends, but I had options. I could water color, Jeff bought me a very, very nice set of paint, ink pens, which so far I haven't been able to work (shocker) and very heavy paper for me. It's a wonderful set, and I've already used it, such a nice selection of colors!

I could latch hook, and I have a "diamond dot" picture to work on as well. The diamond dots has a pattern printed on paper. You "pick" up each little "diamond", and place it approp- priately. My hands are a bit shaky, so I haven't been very successful with that project. 

I did go to exercise class yesterday. I did all the exercises on my right leg, left leg not so much. I also had physical therapy in the afternoon. The concentration at the moment, is balance, or lack of balance. Yes, I need work on my core, but I feel like I'm always just one step away from falling down. I really need help with staying upright.

Beautiful day outside, and if I had a therapist walk around with me and my buggy, with one of those belts around my waist, I would go out and walk. No therapist, no belt, no walking. 

I "watched" a ball game last night. Who was playing? I have no idea. I use the games more for white noise, while I'm reading. If one of the local teams is playing, preferably, the Nats, then I actually do watch.

Looking at my clock. Have to get ready to go down and flex my muscles, such as they are. 

Have a sunny day. Chat with you tomorrow.

P

New Management Company

 5/6/2021

Good morning everybody. I hope all of you are having a better day than I am.

A new management company took over the facility where I live. Old management told the residents, that we likely wouldn't even notice the change. They lied! Which actually we didn't believe.

We have an exercise class every morning, and I never failed to go. This morning, while we were waiting for Sandy, whom everybody loved, we were told that she decided to move on. The company says it was a personal decision, and not one taken by management. I call BS.  After we were told, you could have heard a pin drop. Losing Sandy, was a big blow to the regulars. Now another body from management is gone. I guess for now, we all will stay in our rooms, and thankfully have things to work on. 

But, here's the thing. Even in a facility, like this one, you get really attached to both residents and staff. 

Losing Sandy, leaves a large hole in my heart. When you are around the same people every day, close bonds are made. It's a part of life. People come into your life, and then sometimes they go out. Even casual relationships can form a strong bond between  people.

While I write this, I am heavily burdened by the events of today. I'll be fine, it just takes time.

P

It's Just Wednesday!

 4/5/2021

This morning I was given an indication that this wearing mask wearing thing, has gone on too long! How do I know this? Because, this morning when I went to put a mask on, bits and pieces of the elastic fell off! Luckily, it was just one of those generic blue masks, but still. 

As we did years ago, when we women burned our bras. I'm pretty sure that we'll be burning masks, when we can.

The six foot rule doesn't apply, if you can't hear the other person and vice versa. There are several women in the exercise class, that don't hear very well. I have to actually talk into their ears. So, there goes the 6 foot rule!

I'm a bit excited about today. I'm on the schedule to have a pedicure! Now, in the big picture, I don't think many men understand how important this is for women!! Even, if you don't wear sandals, and I don't.

I've reached that part of my life, where I prefer elastic waist bands (actually, I only) for my clothes. They are so comfortable and pretty forgiving. Thanksgiving comes to mind.

My shoes, which are super ugly, have Velcro straps. It's pretty hard for me to be able to reach my feet, which, for the most part, takes tie shoes out of the question. I think back to my past, and that was a long time ago, when I wore heels (I was younger), shoes with straps, things like that. I wear Birkenstocks. The first time you wear these shoes, it feels like you are wearing shoe boxes! But, after a time, my Birkenstocks have become one with each other. They're worn in, and I have actually paid to have them resoled. They are like old friends.

Pestilence has a long history of influencing how people dress. The bubonic plague killed as much as half of Europe’s population in the 1300s, leaving survivors with hefty inheritances and higher wages. Some historians credit the plague for sparking demand for finely tailored clothing and luxury goods—clothes became tighter, decorative features like buttons and fur trim became more common, people got really into grand headdresses. In this way, the plague gave rise to the Italian fashion industry, which still helps set global trends. Little known fact that I decided to throw in.

And, then we come to leggings. The first boon was from 2006 to 2010. They eventually resurfaced, and recently has been a big deal in the fashion industry, I will confess I have one pair of leggings - black. I purposely ordered a larger size, because let's face it folks, leggings don't look on everybody. The upsurge of tunics to wear with leggings, is also not flattering for most women. I don't have a highly toned body, and the last thing I want people to see is, a tunic stretched against my back side! I've looked in the mirror, and the look isn't good, believe me on this! They say accent your possibilities, or something like that. I'm not thin, by any stretch of the imagination. So, the last thing I want to wear is leggings with a pattern of some kind. Don't get me wrong, that type of patterned leggings, looks very good on some people. I just happen to be one of those, that should stick to plain colors! And, wear them seldom, and generally only in the house.

I'm not an adventures person. My hair is really starting to go gray, and I personally like the look. On one hand, I don't want to try and keep dying my hair, to hide the gray. It's just a fact of life, so get over it. When my mother was older, she dyed her hair some kind of red. Not a good look for her. Happily, she returned back to gray, which was a good look for her.

Men get a pass. A lot of men look really good with a smattering of gray hair. Think, Ricard Gere, as an example. Men look dignified, some women just look old.

I've chatted on, and now it's time for lunch.

Talk to you tomorrow.

P

I've Been Busy!!

5/4/2021

Sorry about missing you guys for a few days. Please forgive me. I'm retired you know, and my days can get pretty busy. You exercise, paint with water colors, physical therapy. and of course, reading!!!

The library on wheels is coming this Friday. I am returning 12 books, and in return, getting 14. When I first ordered books, I wasn't paying too much attention to the order of each series. Yesterday, I spent time, actually quite a bit of time, going through the books I haven't read. And, I haven't read them because I'm missing a book in the series! You would think that a book lover like myself, would be able to think about selecting books in line! Apparently not. But, on Friday, all should be okay in the book world.

I've had two outings. Of course, I can't remember which one, if any, I have chatted about. Please bear with me, if I've already shared my "news" with you before. Um, I really don't remember.

First, was Benjamin's 13th birthday. He is now taller than Mom-Mom (me). Benjamin is growing up way too fast for me. I keep looking for that little toddler, who used to scramble up onto my lap. But, life goes on. And, as Benjamin has aged, yours truly has as well. 

We had burgers, etc. Stacey, hung different masks from their dining room chandelier. Very unique. Jeff's best friend's wife, a doctor, from Alaska, is in town to take care of her brother. And, to present a paper, the subject of which, escapes me at the moment. Benjamin received many gifts, which included a new laptop, and some kind of electronic gadget that he had asked PopPop to buy. I don't remember what it was, or does, but in any case, Benjamin loved it.

Last Saturday, Andrew took me to Scott's house, to celebrate his 41st birthday. Wendy made real sour dough bread, it was so good, that I could have made a meal just eating the bread.

She also made a chocolate ice cream cake, with caramel on the top. It was past delicious. My mouth wanted another slice, but my brain "kicked" in, and told me that I didn't need another slice. And, the brain was right.

I got back to my room at midnight. Unlike most nights, when I really don't want to go to bed, I was glad to be in bed, and fell asleep in minutes. I also took a nap on Sunday.

Jeff sent me, a box of art supplies. A large set of watercolors, brushes, thick stock paper and pens filled with paint. I have already painted my first painting. It reminds me of geodes, where the rock is open and inside are beautiful colored rocks. I painted a version of that. And, from my point of view, is beautiful!! We have painting class today, so I can't wait to show it to Sandy, our instructor.

Yesterday, not only did I have my usual morning exercise class, but a combined session in the afternoon of occupation and physical therapy. I ended the day, feeling pretty happy with myself - as far as exercising went.

While "watching" a baseball game, I was actually doing more reading. I have four books left from last month to read. Two of the books are really thick, so I might not finish all of the books. Trust me, I'll try.

Weather in the 80's today. I don't go outside, even for a short walk. I use my buggy when I go outside, but I have a real fear of falling. Inside the building, I walk on my own two feet, and don't seem to have any fear of falling. Maybe, because it's carpet rather than asphalt!

Time to close. Have to get ready for exercise class. I haven't missed a day since I've been here. There are generally 7 women who come most, if not, all of the time. We call ourselves the Magnificent Seven. We have a wellness goal for May. You know what that really means? Um, weight loss is a huge part of that. 

I've already started with eating and drinking high protein foods. I reached my first goal, 50 pounds in a year. I have a scale in my room, and I weigh twice a day. I have a two pound window, as far as numbers go. With two cakes in a week, I'm um a little past my window (sigh). This morning, I ate only one waffle and one piece of bacon. When I think back to my high protein diet, I was never really hungry. And, if I'm not hungry, I once was disciplined enough, to stop eating, Worked before and it can work again. 

Have a wonderful day. Chat with you tomorrow.

P

Books

 4/29/2021

Good morning everybody.

Today, I'm going to write about books. I read, and likely you do as well. But, when I say I read, I mean that, whenever possible, I'm never without a book. 

When reading a book, you can become anybody, anywhere, rich or poor, beautiful or not so much.

As a teenager, every time we moved, which was a lot, since Dad was in the Air Force. When shopping was done in the PX, while my parents went in one direction. Me? Oh, that's easy - books!

I don't actually remember, but I'd like to think that there was a library of some sort on every base, where Dad was assigned. 

As a teenager, I was in trouble more than once, while telling Mom, that I would come and do "x" chore, as soon as I finished the chapter. Oh, and then the next.....

And, then before I knew it, I was an adult. I now had control of what and how many books to read. Our spare room, has books on three shelves. I do not want to ever run out of books.

At the assisted living facility, where I live now, the local library has an "Outreach" program. They come on the first Friday of the month. You can return the books you've read, and pick up new books also.

Here's the thing. I have 15 books in my room at the present. But, what I don't have, is all of the series. I need book one, or three, etc.

The book that I finished yesterday, somebody had the nerve, in my opinion, to write things on more than one page. Why, would you do that? I don't write anything in the books that I own. And, I don't know why people feel the right or need to underline, and/or write in the margins of books that belong to the library. Obviously, it doesn't take anything away from the story. But still, why mark up a book that doesn't belong to you? It's not likely that you'll read the book again. The markings in a book, I have to read. One of the problems is, what to make sense of the writings. Give me a clue. I read and reread a page with markings, several times. I don't see the reason for either the markings, or the underlining. My thought is: you don't own this book, so I believe you have no right to do your "own thing" to the pages. Of course, this may just be the ranting of an old woman - me!

The library bus comes next Friday. While I've got lots of books to read, I'm expecting to receive books that complete a series. I can't read book two, if I haven't read book one! That just makes sense to me.

It's about time for exercise class. After my physical therapy sessions yesterday, I have a stiff and sore back. I also had a memory session, and it went better than last time, but still not at 100%. I'll work hard, but hope in the weeks to come, that I'll make progress with each new session. One of the OCD strategies, that the therapist has given me, is to write down on a piece of paper, where things are in my room. Things like: glasses in cup on my desk, puzzle books in top drawer of the dresser. Stuff like that. She has even made me a small list of things that I can check off one time, rather than checking multiple times. The list is primarily for me to check off, that I know I already have, glasses, mask, my wallet, etc. The deal is, that when I have checked off each box, then I'm not supposed to go back through my purse. I know what I have with me. I hope this works. I'll let you know how this works. 

Have to close, time for exercise class.

See you tomorrow.

P

What Is It About Wednesday?

 4/28/2021

It's Wednesday, big deal. But, if you are still working, and most of the time, I'm glad I don't any longer. Wednesday is the dividing part of the week. Monday and Tuesday have gone by. But when, Wednesday, rolls around, working people sigh with relief. Two days down, Wednesday doesn't count, and you "slide" through Thursday and Friday.

Here in a "retirement" community, there ae things that occur during the day, that you can count on. What time the meals are served? What time is the morning exercise class, and then, I always look forward to an afternoon activity. I think water color painting is fast becoming my favorite. Yesterday, we did water coloring, and then while our paints were wet, we sprinkled salt on top, and then a few drips of rubbing alcohol. The end product usually looks pretty good, even for me. I had one painting that I thought was worthy of putting in an envelope and sending to Stacey. I hope she likes it.

I may have said it yesterday, and likely I did, but the box of paints, etc., from Jeff is something that I'm going to enjoy very much. Thank you very much Jeff.

The new company, who is taking over from Atria, has already shown up and making changes. First arm to be cut off, was the director. Her last day is Monday. If anybody's out there, please, please don't let them cut Sandy. Sandy is our life engaging director. She leads us in morning exercise, and then our afternoon activities. We all love her, and we'd be lost without her. Fingers crossed, that she gets to stay. Some of the residents who participate in her "art" classes, she shows a lot of support and compassion with everyone. We all love her - a lot. 

Supposed to be in the 80's today, but I keep my room cool, if not cold, and generally don't venture outside very often. I don't need a tan, who's going to look at me anyway?

Our last trip to the Bahamas, Jeff and I sat on the beach under an umbrella. But, as we discovered, not every part of our body was protected. Or, so I thought. Turned out, that my right arm was not under the umbrella, and you know what comes next. Yup, sunburn, which is a completely different ballgame, than a suntan. As a teenager, because we didn't know any better, we sunbathed using a combination of iodine and baby oil. Did you get a suntan? Oh, you betcha you did. 

Now that I'm older, and supposed to be smarter, I now notice different spots on my arms and hands, for example. I guess that's the cost of being a "sun kissed teenager!!

Happy Wednesday everybody.

P

Let's Play Ball!

 4/27/2021

Strange subject for me, I know. But, here's why I'm writing about it. It's the only sport game that I understand. I don't even have to have the sound on!

Basically, there is a batter, pitcher and catcher. The batter either hits the ball, or he doesn't. He runs the bases, or he doesn't. He is called out, and then it's back to the dugout.

Simple really. My brain now, and even before, never understood football. There's a marker, there's a marker ..... Foul play, and other stuff like that.

At night, when I'm in for the evening, I find a baseball game. I don't care who's playing, but I obviously prefer to watch the Nationals or the Oriels. If I had to pick my number one team, it would be the Nationals, because of Max the pitcher, and Juan, who does an outstanding job of hitting the ball.

Now, I've noticed, and maybe you have as well, that a lot of the players are they are going to run the bases, are wearing what looks like an oven mitt. Why? Because, if their "oven mitt" gets on the base, before the rest of the body does, then they're safe. A cool idea, and I don't know when the mitt thing became a mitt thing. 

Then there's the uniforms. The players all have a certain uniform. Long pants, short pants with "leggings" (I know that's not what it's called, but you get the idea). One arm with a long sleeve, the other arm not. 

I know there is a reason and probably personal preference to how each player wears his uniform. Who knows, it could be that they have lucky socks, and don't want them to be washed. I suppose a bunch of men, wouldn't even think twice about a little foot odor. And, then, I'm pretty sure, that some players have a ritual they go through before the game. What piece of the uniform they put on first, and they always put that piece on first. I called it a ritual, but when I think about it, it's more of a routine. Everybody has routines. In the morning, some people have to drink coffee, and then eat, stuff like that. For most of my adult life, my breakfast has always been coffee, and either toast or a bagel. Seldom changes. 

Even where I'm living now, there is a routine to the day. What time the meals arrive. What time does the "x" activity begin. Important stuff like that. I'm not ancient yet, but even so, I like being in a rut, sort of. This doesn't make for an exciting life, but this works for me. I know this way of life isn't for every one, or anyone, but helps me reduce my anxiety level. And, that's very important.

I'm sure I will know something else tomorrow. But what topic, I have no idea.

P

 I’m going to be away tomorrow, so I’m going to blog today, so that you guys don’t think I’ve fallen through the cracks or anything.

Everybody touts the need to save and/or preserve our natural resources, water for instance.  And, I’m on board. We recycle what we can, you know, bottles, paper, etc.

I'm living in an Assisted Living facility. You’ll see where I’m going with this in a minute. My “apartment” has one of those new low flow or whatever they call it, toilet. And, it's supposed to be environmentally friendly. I'm here to tell you, that eventually, there won't be any "real" toilets. And, that will be sad. I feel like everybody should buy a real toilet now!

With this low flow toilet, because we're saving water, I don't think we are. If you flush anything liquid, works pretty well. But, if it's something beside pee, then you are in trouble! Seriously. I have had to flush the toilet four or five times before the mission is finished. I'm really having trouble understanding when I do this, we're saving water. Right? Somehow, I don't think so. But, hey what do I know. Understanding why we have new toilets, is beyond my pay range. 

Jeff is picking me up this afternoon, to go and celebrate Benjamin's 13th birthday! I'm supposed to grow old. Knowing how special Benjamin is, I'd like to keep him little, as long as I can! And, yes I know, that's not going to happen. He's already taller than me. Keeping in mind, that I'm a "bit" older then he is, and if I shrink, as time goes by. Well, at just 5 1/2 feet tall, I really can't afford to get shorter!!

On Friday, the Outreach librarian came personally to deliver books to me. I now have 15m and I've already read two! Because, it's me, I have several books that are a series. And, yours truly, didn't pay attention to that!! You can't read the other books in a series, if you haven't read the first one!!

I lost in Bingo again for the second time. Boo. My "rival" is an old lady named Doris. She is in her 90's. Her body has failed her, but her brain is working just fun. On Bingo day, she and I have to exchange "smack" talk with each other. It's a lot of fun, and I love this woman. I don't tell her that, because I don't want her ego to start growing! There are so many people here, that are older than me. Duh. Having a conversation with some people here, isn't easy. Many of the seniors here are "low talkers". They speak, you can't hear them, and they can't hear me. I do a lot of head bobbing, as if I understand what they're saying. It's the best I can do. I don't want to hurt their feelings, just because I can't hear them. Who knows, at some point in my life, it might be hard for people to hear me, is what I'm saying. 

Time for lunch. Talk to you on Tuesday.

Stay well.

P

 

Spring?

 4/22/2021

Sorry about yesterday. Around noon yesterday, Jeff picked me up to go to the dentist (my favorite person - not), to have a look at my broken in half tooth. Remind me, should I forget, not to eat nuts. The first tooth I broke sometime back, I was eating an almond. Then this time, I was eating a walnut. I'm swearing off nuts, which is too bad, because I really like them. 

I am one of those revolving kind of patients that are in the dentist chair often. This is not a good thing. He did some work on the new hole in my head, and it will, of course, need to have work done by an oral surgeon!!! $$$$$. There goes my diamonds as a Christmas present.

We had some time to kill before the actual appointment. We went home. I felt like a stranger, I've been gone so long. My little dog, Daisy, is an anxiety peerer (is that a word), and true to her nature, peeded on the kitchen floor. I guess she was happy to see me!

Jeff had nicely recorded the funeral of Prince Phillip. We have a Tivo at home, which means you can fast forward through commercials, etc. So in the 20 minutes I had left, before the appointment, Daisy and I were able to watch the events of the funeral.

And, if I thought coming home was odd, then leaving it was even odder. I haven't been gone that long, but it feet as if I didn't belong there anymore.

I'm excited about tomorrow! The Outreach Librarian, which comes here once a month, is taking time away from her day, to bring me books - what else? I think I'm getting 15 books, and since I love books, I'm very excited. 

When I ordered my first set of books, I didn't realize that I had ordered volumes 2 or 3 from a series. Argh. Tomorrow, I'll get the first volumes, and I can't wait. Not much happening around here on the weekend, but that doesn't matter to me, just gives me more time to enjoy a book(s)!!!

Jeff is picking me up on Sunday, so that we can participate in Benjamin's 13th birthday. Since we have early appointments at Hopkins, I'm going to stay over at our house. And, that will really seem strange. At the moment, I have 4 books to give to Stacey, so she can give them to her mother. I read a book, and then I'm done. There has only been one book, that I've read and read over again, "Ladies of the Club". Don't bother to order it. Why? It's a very thick book, and everybody who has ever borrowed it, returns it back to me within a day or two. You might have one or two books, that you don't intend to give away, like ever. Well, the "ladies" is that book for me.

I looked at the news on line yesterday. I only looked at one or two current events, and then I was sad and discouraged. I really don't know what's going on, except the police officer who killed George Floyd, is going to prison. Hurrah for justice. Do you suppose that he thought he might be found not guilty? Myself, and a lot of other people, were happy that justice was served.

Jeff brought his car yesterday, but it was fairly cold outside, and sprinkling. So, top up. When we bought his car, we did so in January, and test drove it with the top down! Okay, sounds stupid, but we didn't mind the weather, and the price was reasonable. I love it, when we can ride with the top down, it's so much fun. Hint? Always bring a comb!! Unless, you're bald like Jeff. At the first part of this ugly virus, I went to the barber and had my hair cut down to mere inches from my scalp. We couldn't go out anywhere, so it made no difference to me, to have a buzz cut. The virus continued on, so I repeated this process one more time. And, then I stopped. My hair has now grown in, and it's at a very nice length for me. I don't know about you, but it takes a very long time for my hair to grow!!

Hate to run, but it's time for exercise. And, I don't ever miss exercise.

Happy Thursday. Talk to you tomorrow.

P