Tag: a message to my readers

The hand, wrist and arm are just about back to normal.

That’s the good news.  Now for the bad.

It looks like that idiotic New York State bill will be signed into law.  You know, the one with the absurd language.  How ridiculous.  Are we supposed to send greeting cards stating “Happy Gestational Parents Day”?  This world gets stupider by the minute.  And of course, if one state does it, more will follow.  I am sure New Jersey will not be far behind.

Looks like there may be a storm brewing.  It’s gotten very dark and overcast.  I’m not a big fan of thunderstorms, especially with a lot of lightning.  A few years ago we had one so bad, it blew out our motherboard and our tech guy had to get us one from Singapore (of all places).

On that cheery note, I will close.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

Today has not been a good day.  My right hand is really dreadfully painful.  I am sure it is from overuse.  I also am right handed, which makes it doubly difficult.  Try scouring a  pot with a bum wrist.  The act of putting pressure on the hand is awful.

I am going to order some Chinet plates from Amazon.  And of course, the water cooler is flashing the I-need-a-new-bottle-light.  If I tried to change that thing they would hear me in Peru.  I’ll call my neighbor, but I think he’s working today.  I should be OK til tomorrow.

I am knocking off a little early, but I will schedule this post for my normal closing time.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

I took today off.  I was very tired and it was really hot.  I spent quite a bit of time watching old Johnny Carson Tonight show clips.  Mostly they were of animal (and human) guests with some really funny mishaps.  I haven’t had that many good laughs in a long time.

I think it was a good idea.

The story about the dog in the kayak was interesting (you can find it on line–it was too long (and I couldn’t find the link) to transfer it to the blog, but evidently the kayak was blown away from the owners large boat and they couldn’t retrieve it.  This poor doggie was going to be blown all the way to Norway if the other boat hadn’t been able to get him.  All is good now, however.  Owners and dog reunited.

Parrots truly amaze me.  One of the Carson clips was a parrot.  I don’t understand the mechanism–the incredible way the small bird can reproduce the sound of a relatively deep voice singing “I Left My Heart in San Francisco”  with emotion and inflection.  Another of God’s wonders.

On that note, I will close for today.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

 

This morning I had to nip out to the store.  No anxiety.  No apprehension.  No nothing.  Go figure.

We are supposedly in for some wild weather tonight, with heavy thunderstorms.  Hope they don’t materialize.  I can do without them.

Never did get that pizza last night.  They seemed to have a delivery issue.

Today I looked up another place in town, which is supposed to be pretty good.  Their menu, however would not let me edit the time I wanted the delivery–even though they have a specific window on their form for that.  Don’t you really hate it when technical stuff just does not work?  Should ordering a pizza require that you be a Microsoft-credited coder?  Or programmer?

You used to just pick up the phone and someone with a pleasant Italian accent would answer and that would be that.  There seems to be less and less human contact in all our activities.

Rant over.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

Yes, I finally went and picked up my new glasses.  They have been ready for months.  First we had my car snowed in for weeks and weeks.  Then one thing after another seemed to get in the way.

The eye doctor had said the prescription had changed very little (when I was examined), but the difference is remarkable.  Everything is so bright and clear!

I take a cab there, because it’s on one of the death-race-2000 type roads (of which there are far too many around here) and I wouldn’t have wanted to chance it with either my old glasses, or the new ones.  Even the cab driver was complaining about the crazy driving.  I needn’t have worried about the new glasses, though–they are perfect.

Sometimes small things can make such a big difference in life.

I have a minor concern, though.  It seems that when I have to go anywhere, I get a fair bit of anxiety.  This is new.  I always did the driving around here–all our errands.  Lee would come along, for grocery shopping and such, but I was always the driver.  This new thing is probably somehow related to my grief, and it is not unmanageable, but it is annoying.

Like they say, “you have to get out more.”

I may treat myself to a pizza tonight.

Sounds like a plan.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

PS  Now I can spot the bunny!

I’m still fuming over the wanton and ridiculous wrecking of our language.   Replacing  “mother” with “gestational parent”, etc.

If Peep were here, I could tell her all about it.

I used to tell all my troubles to Peep.  She was always there for me–I could share anything with her.  She loved me without reservations.  I was her world.  I was never such a big deal to anyone.  Ever.

In 2009, I had a bout of pneumonia.  The EMS took me out in the ambulance, and Peep was sitting under the dining area table.  She watched all these strangers in boots (it was snowing out) take me away.

When I came back, she stuck to my side for the rest of her life.

If I went upstairs to the bathroom, she followed me.  I’m sure she thought there was a secret door somewhere up there, where I might sneak out.  Or maybe those bad guys in boots were up there, waiting to take me away again.

I will get another cat as soon as I am able.

I just have to find my feet, first.  My situation right now is too iffy to make an important decision like that.

But I sure miss that little girl.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty