Wednesday, June 19, 2019


Well OK, someone up there called my bluff.  The toilet was still leaking, only this time at the juncture of the tank and the bowl part.  The plumber came and replaced the seal between the two parts, put in a new supply line, etc.  No leaks as of this morning.  Guess I won't need that port-a-potty after all.  No charge for this trip.  The throw rugs now need to be washed, and that should be the end of the squishy underfoot.

I had a hell of a time getting dressed this morning.  C picks out my clothes as it is damn near impossible for me to get in the walk-in closet because it is more like a sidle-in because it is too full.  Anyway, the pants he laid out were a pair of jeans, but when I put them on, the top button was missing, so the pants wouldn't stay up.  I sidled in, and this next pair of jeans just didn't fit (too small).   So for jeans number three, I found a new pair that zip and button.  I put on the shirt, and the three tiny ribbon roses at the top were only holding on by a thread; needle and thread time.  Finally, I was dressed.

I found the missing earring, it wasn't on the floor (which would have propelled it into a black hole) but on the table that I use for my Apple notebook.  All this time looking in the wrong place.  My Mom would have said, "If it was a snake it woulda bit you."  I'm still not going to wear them, they pull right out at the slightest tug.

It is in the 80s today, so I only had one brief foray into hot between two air-conditioned places.  When I lived in Miami, back in the Dark Ages, air-conditioned cars, homes, or a lot of businesses were unheard of.  And of course, the solution to cool off was to stand under a hose, in the shade, until you were cool.  Or until someone bigger wanted the hose.  We wore flip-flops, and the only times for hard shoes were the church for good shoes or old battered ones for roller skates that fastened with clamps and tightened with a special key.  Otherwise, flip flops or barefoot.  Don't know how we survived.

C is pleased, his new computer is working fine.  This is the replacement for the new one that would not turn on.  I think Dell needs to polish up its quality control dept.  and I will see if they charge him twice.  Meanwhile, he is saving the boxes.  I remember when, not that long ago, we would buy parts and assemble the computers ourselves.  The first readymade computer came from Gateway, in those black and white boxes that looked like a cow print.  They folded years ago I guess.  I used to see the boxes piled up in the hallways at work, followed by mighty swear words inside the office.  Somewhere I have a screen polishing figure that looks like the Gateway logo, probably a collector's item by now.  Does anyone remember 8088/16 ?  That CPU was regarded to be lightning fast.  This was before the internet, the only host connection I had was .edu and you could browse, slowly, through various sites.  I remember the one site that was used to tell the grad students up on the third floor if the coke machine on the ground floor was empty, saving them a long walk.  Computers come and go, but graduate students stay the same.

I read where one could link your blog to your facebook page, to drive more traffic/pageviews to the blog.  The only problem with that is my facebook link has my actual name, and that would disclose my name here as well.  So no, if I had it to do again I would change my facebook page to a pseudonym too.

Time is slipping away, so bye for now.  Here is BC, surveying her world.

Saturday, June 15, 2019


Well, we had a pair of plumbers out twice for the commode to be reset with no leak at the bottom of the bowl.  Each visit was $250 and did not clear the problem.  I called a different plumber this time and he totally reset the entire unit, and so far (knock on wood) it is  OK.  His bill was $250 also, making a grand total of $ 750.  If this doesn't fix it, I will buy a port-a-potty to put in the back yard.

I have been working on my clear-out for this room, and I have things I don't remember getting.  The first biggie is a suede full-length coat in a pretty shade of blue, stuffed in a plastic bag in the top of the closet.  It still fits, is from Roamans, and I swear I never wore it, although I have a dim recollection of buying it.  It is a swing type, no fasteners to keep it closed, and may be why I never wore it.  That was back in the days when I never returned anything, while now, if it is wrong somehow, zipppp, back it goes.  Too late for this coat!

The other thing I found is a pair of opal earrings, still in the jewelry box, I think Mom gave them to me.  At one time I would wear a pair of earrings night and day for several weeks, and opals don't hold up to soap and water for very long, if at all.  These were in a coat pocket.  I check every pocket now and have in the past bought a pair of jeans on eBay that had $20 in the pocket.  I dithered about returning it to the seller, but they were washed in a load of jeans laundry and it could have been from some other pair.  My daughter found it in the washer and she didn't want to share...😀

The white cat Dottie is doing better, eating and using the box, in the blue bedroom where we have her isolated, so she won't get hassled by the other cats.  She sleeps a lot, but doesn't seem lethargic when she is awake.  Hope all is well now.  She is 10 years old, not old for an indoor cat.  The feistiest cat is 16.

 Here is Dottie:

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Odds and Ends

Let's see:

The silk outfit I thought was undeliverable showed up.  We found it in the weeds at the end of the driveway, rather like someone pitched it out of the window.  Included was the other mail for that day. I think the lady doing the trace knocked someone loose to check for the package.  It had no sign of having been opened.  It's a puzzle.

The new neighbors do have a dog, and he barks.  A lot.  Hopefully they will put up a fence at the back of their property.  I don't think Smudge will try to get friendly (fed) by them, with a dog at the back door. There are two boys, both pretty young.  They are still carrying stuff into the house.

R has a date of June 21 to move into her apartment, but she has made no effort to box up or organize stuff she will need to have.  I have moved a bunch of times, several across the country, but has she asked me for my opinion?  No.

C caught a teeny tiny mouse in the floor vent in his room.  It is amazing how much noise one small mouse can make from inside ductwork.  I fear there is a whole family somewhere in the duct work.  C took the mouse down to the grass outside, where it looked around as if to say, what is all this green stuff?  I think it will be a nice meal for a wandering snake.  So far no further noises in C's room.

Dottie went to the vet and the diagnosis is still unknown; the vet wanted to do X-rays and an ultrasound, for really big bucks (thousands).  Instead the working diagnosis is inflamed digestion.  So more pills; the work they did for this was $200+.

We have the have-a-heart trap set in the garage for a week or so, but no takers so far.  Maybe  the possums don't like peanutbutter...

The pressure washing guy gave me an estimate and put us on the schedule.  Should be done in a week or so.  This rainy spring and now summer makes everything grow, including the algae.  It is really visible.  If I think of it, I will take a photo of before and after washing; the cleaning includes something that retards the re-growth for at least a while.

My goal for tomorrow is to clear everything off the flat surfaces, put it on the bed, and then sort it.  Once I get it sorted, I will ask C to help me with stowing it all back where it belongs.  Maybe not all of it in the first pass, but every bit helps with clearing.  I have read three books on downsizing the family home, and it is daunting.  They all say to start with the closet, but I know me; I would never make it back out alive from there.  One of the books is Marni  ____ (don't remember her last name) a professional organizer in Japan.  All I could think while I read it, was, gosh, they don't have much space, and they don't have much stuff.  It is her idea to clear from the bed, I will have to see how that goes.

That's it for today, I hope I haven't bored you to tears.  Here is a smile:

Thursday, June 06, 2019

Bad Dreams

Today is our wedding anniversary, it would have been 49th.  We were tossing around ideas for #50 about how to celebrate it, but no made plans.  Now I guess I will light a special candle in front of the cremains and try to be upbeat.  I really don't need to focus on loss, this isn't doing me or anyone any good.

Thursday, May 30, 2019

It's getting better every day

This last week have seen multiple financial crushes, hopefully that is all for the near future.  The HAU (home septic unit) blew the motor bearings, so that needed to be replaced; $$$.  The trip to the vet for Dottie came to >$400.  C is badly bummed because his brand new (just arrived today) Dell computer won't turn on.  A very basic task, don't you think?   I spent the majority of the day looking online at CA king mattresses, wow, they cost the earth!  I'm not sure how I would describe the softness/firmness that I want, we will have to go and bounce test a few models at the mattress store.  Damned if I will pay more than $1000 for one.  The current one is all lumpy and sags when I sit on the edge, it is more than 13 years old, it replaced a leaking water bed.  We just turned it a few weeks ago, so now both sides are worn down.  One of my 'scrips has once again been denied, we go through this every time I try to refill it.  I see the doctor tomorrow (GP) who will hopefully write a refill for more than one month.  The house pressure washing guy is due to leave an estimate tonight, more expense.  The mildew/algae really shows up on the cream vinyl siding, and our pressure unit is just too weak, and really I want it done thoroughly by someone who knows what they are doing.
Update:  The doctor did write for a 30 day supply of Ultram (not generic as per Dr. Diab (rheumatology).  However the insurance will only cover 7 pills, so I am picking up the cost myself..... VC is really bummed himself.  My silk outfit is MIA, and I spent hours on the phone to get a trace started with USPS.  
The new neighbors are all moved in I guess, the uhaul truck is gone.  So far, at least, they don't have a dog.  I hope they notice Smudge is hanging out and feed him, I've only seen him once here, the other cats must have chased him away.  We will feed him if he comes here, but I am not setting up a breakfast bar for coons, possums, and all the cats in the neighborhood.  There are possums in the garage tonight!  

The MRI I had on Tuesday came back with the expected anomalies, but no sign of cancer.  I was dreading the process, but really it wasn't bad.  I kept  my eyes closed (in the future I will get a cloth to drape over them) and counted to 60 really slowly, three times, and I was done.  20 - 25 minutes altogether.  No claustrophobia to mention.

Hope all of you are having a relaxed and pleasant weekend.

Friday, May 24, 2019

better still to come

Well, other than falling yesterday in the bathroom, trying to step on the scale, I am doing pretty well.  Today I saw the ortho surgeon, and he did his usual magic with a cortisone injection in the left (unreplaced) knee.  They last about 2 months, but can only be given every 3 months, so the last few weeks have been misery.  He is going to try something else (Zilretta) in two months, maybe to last longer.  The injections he is contemplating run about $600, each.  I fell sort of to the side in the bathroom, giving myself a whalloping bruise, but no real damage except for a bad case of the shakes.    It all happened so fast, I'm not sure why I fell.

My face biopsy came back all clear, come back in 3 months. Woohoo.

The attic clear out is still ongoing, maybe 1/3 done.  So much junk.  I have been surprised at how many empty boxes there are up there, guess R can use them to pack up.

Another of our cats, Dottie, needs to go to the vet, she is acting very weird this last week, looking all droopy.  Here comes another bill.

There is an extra critter in the ceiling down here, got in somehow off the porch I guess.  It starts munching around 4 am, and I rap on the ceiling here and there with my cane, then blast music for a couple of hours.  I am not sure who is getting punished, me or the critter.  It was quiet last night (or I slept more soundly) but there is rat poison up in the corner where there is a small gap in the drywall, hopefully it is just what it needs to move on to the next incarnation.  I have been waiting for the attic-clearers to find rodents of some type, but not so far.  Fingers crossed.

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Nice Day

I think we've finally gotten hold of actual springtime weather.  The forecast for tonight is 100% chance of thunderstorms so it will be kinda squishy afterward for the old mare to go out and kick up her heels, racing for new spring grass.  If she were more sedate she would get out of the barn more frequently, at 26 she should be through with acting up, but no.    She doesn't need to be injured and I shouldn't need any more vet bills.

I went to get my hair cut and colored, and the salon was out of one of the dyes grrr.  This shop has been going through hairdressers weekly, and no one seems to know how to do anything, including the register.  It isn't all that easy for me to get into the salon, navigating a heavy door with no automatic movement, the chairs which are too close together, and count on C to take me there and back. Why are the most convenient places getting the ax?  Honestly, there are businesses going down all over, so much for POTUS promises to farmers, workers in places that shut down 10 or more years ago, the coal miners.  They all were singing "happy days are here again" in 2016 and it is too late to turn that machinery back on, but they believed.  What about 2020?  Grrr.

Our hyperthyroid cat is doing great, with meds morning and evening, and a pinch of the much-lauded supplement, she is picking up weight and her coat is sleek and clean, with much less barfing.

We have started clearing the attic, maybe one-fourth done.  The amount of junk is staggering, it will mean many trips to the landfill.  A lot of it is baby things that I thought we could use for grandbabies, but that ship has sailed.  R has found an apartment and will be moving the first of June.  Our first job will be cleaning her room, it is thick with dust on every surface, it is no wonder she has "allergies".
There have been several trips to Goodwill with donatable stuff, although there are no clothes from the attic, they are in too poor shape from being so old.  The same with the stuffed animal toys, too dirty.  All the garbage bags up there just shatter when touched, so it all has to be re-bagged to discard, which is strange I think.  Anyway, my goal is to have Nothing In The Attic; if it is keepers it goes to the storage unit.  There won't be much.

 My counter over there --->  shows 44,000 page views as of this morning, yeah me.  It is only a guess, The earlier counters just disappeared, and I picked a reasonable number to begin again.  I realize there are millions of bloggers who get 40,000 a day, but I'm happy with my 44,000.

Friday, May 10, 2019

More doctor visits

I went to see the derm doctor on Wednesday for a skin check, and wouldn't you know it she found a suspicious spot on, of course, my face.  It will take 3 to 7 days to get the results from the biopsy, they would call if it showed anything.  Otherwise, by mail and see you in 6 months.  The question is, is the spot a basal cell carcinoma or just a spot?  I grew up in Miami, so years in the sun, and at that time, there weren't any sunscreens except clothing.  Once PABA screens came out, I used it faithfully, but there were times when I forgot -- until the next day when the burn showed up.  I was never one to lay out in the sun to get a tan, or use a sunbed,  I don't even now, the process gives me a raging headache.  So I wait.  Again.

I twisted my shoulder during the breast biopsy, and it is only now can I raise my arm above my shoulder.  If I have another breast biopsy I will make certain that I am in a position where I am more comfortable, and not have all my upper body weight propped up on one arm.  I am too agreeable, when I said I need to re-arrange myself, the techs/nurses said oh no you have to stay this way, so I agreed, dumb me.  At least a mammogram doesn't hurt (much) afterward.

Good news about the neighbor's cat that they left behind, he seems to be amenable to eating here, and I don't see signs that our old old cats are chasing him off.  I think he is only semi-tame, he won't be petted or eat from his plate if you are too close.  I could be sure it is him if  he and one of ours weren't both solid black.  Hope he gets tamer when winter comes, and he will need to huddle into the space in the garage around the heater.

God I just realized that today is May 10th, three years since N died in our hands next to the truck.  Guess that that is a sign I am healing.  But I really miss him!.

Bye for now!

Saturday, May 04, 2019

Lazy May-zy

I can't seem to stay awake today, I'm not sure why.  I took some Ambien last night, but the effect should be long gone. So I will just yawn my way through this post, hoping for something coherent.

Did you ever have something you know, but wish you didn't?  That's me.  I think some things are best unshared so your whole mental landscape isn't shaken to bits, at least for a while.  I hope it is for a short while.

I saw my friend on Monday, we ate at IHOP; it was the only place open for breakfast, along with Denny's, but IHOP turned out fine, I had cannolis which were delicious, and it was so good to see her after all this time, 4+ years.  I hope the next time isn't so long.  I feel like everyone else is moving along, and I am stuck here marking time.  My exercises, which I do every day, throughout the day, aren't paying off that I can see.  I'm going to try using the cane more, resigned to the likelihood that I will fall at least once.  My original ortho doctor made the front page of our local paper, he was caught in a sting operation for illegal drug prescriptions, pretty much as rumor had it months ago.  I can't help but wonder if he was impaired (?) during my first surgery when the infection set in.  I asked him several different times if there was an infection, since the wound was red, swollen, hot, but he said no, if it was infected I would have a fever (I never run a fever) and there would be pus.  So the 6 total surgeries that were needed to clear the infection are to blame for the weakness in that leg, all the muscle atrophied with the need to have no weight-bearing for months.  The original surgery was done on June 26th of 2017, nearly two years ago.  The final surgery was on Feb 19th of 2018, over a year ago.  My advice is, if you are considering joint replacement, and they tell you 1 in 100 odds of problems, think really hard about what if YOU are the number 1, infection being only part of what can go wrong.  That doctor had academic and professional awards out the wazoo, but that didn't help him either.

Another pity party, sorry.  Tough to think of many cheery thoughts mid-afternoon on a Saturday, a lovely day, and me stuck here in this room.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

I'm a little late

I did not get back to finish my last post, so I decided to start a fresh page, so to speak.

I am soon to see an old friend on Monday as she passes through town on her way to VA, and I am very excited for us to meet, it has been 4+ years of just emails and letters.  One phone call when N died.  So we will have a lot of catching up to do.

The pharmacy called to tell me that the doctor denied a request for a refill for the drug, it is gabapentin, used to treat neuropathy.  It has apparently become a new drug of abuse, where very high dosages get you high.  The levels would be 1800 mg or so; I take 100 mg daily.  If they refuse they should offer a substitute treatment for the misery the neuropathy causes in my feet.  If it spreads I will become more and more impaired.  So once again the druggies have ruined a perfectly good treatment because they take a liking to a side effect.  I am thinking of pain meds, I have a fairly good tolerance for pain, but trying to medicate severe pain with Tylenol is ridiculous.  There has to be a better way.

 I am going crazy (short trip) trying to find a pair of earrings that I bought just a few months ago.  I remember putting them on - they have a screw-on back rather than the usual butterfly holder - and damned if I can find them.  They are blue CZ, and R helped me put the back on, speaking of neuropathy, without dropping them 50 times.  She doesn't know where they went either.  I have looked in every jewelry box and drawer, more than once, and they aren't there.  If they are upstairs I'm sunk.  This is why I never wear the diamonds that Mom gave me, I would be devastated if I lost one of them.

Sunday, April 21, 2019

All is Well

The results of the mammogram, ultrasound and biopsy is:  ALL IS WELL.  Totally clear, no cancer seen.  Hurray!

I am heading for bed, and will add to this very short post tomorrow.

Thursday, April 11, 2019


Well, the biopsy is done, now the thing is to see the doctor with the results next week.  I wish I could sleep from now to then.  I am certainly tired enough, but I don't want to mess up my sleep/wake cycle any more than necessary.  The biopsy itself wasn't too bad, just lying on a table in an awkward position for what felt like hours, tho it was only about 20 minutes.  The actual biopsy itself took 45 seconds.  Once done, they did *another* mammogram to check they were on the exact spot.  I didn't ask what would happen if they miscalculated, do the entire thing again!?!  But all was well.  If there is nothing found, the whole thing will be repeated in 3 months.  Sigh.

The neighborhood kids have left no time in using the basketball court to ride their big wheels, skates etc.  now that the house is empty.  I never understood why they wouldn't let kids ride on it, or play basketball on it.  The very first owners put the court in (30?) years ago, but the next owners saw the big teenagers, smoking, and playing basketball very loudly.  The very next day the net, backboard, and even the pole were gone.  The third owners were an elderly couple with no family in the area.  There was one night back then when the meteor showers were supposed to be breathtaking, and we asked the man if we could stand/sit on the court to watch.  And he said no!  Like we would throw beer cans and crank up the volume on a rap station, I don't know.  Our property in that direction was all wooded, and the clouds began piling up, I didn't think it would be necessary to ask, guess I learned.  We stood in the road just inches from their driveway.  Neighbors #4 put the hoop back up.   I don't mind having their cat, I just hope the two already in possession of the garage will make room for one more.  You never know.  There have been others that just disappear one day, you know they are likely dead in the ditch somewhere.  The two we have now, one female is 18 years old and deaf, and the other one is OK in the garage as long as we aren't there.  C is the only one he will allow to pet him.  It is usually the males that wander off.  I have always had the females spayed, leather gloves, pet carrier, two people, and no predetermined appointment at the vet.  Some of them wander off (or are taken), but two were well in their teens when they finally died.

Well, that rambled on a bit, guess I will take another nap.  Bye!

Tuesday, April 02, 2019

I'm not sure where this will end up; maybe in the 'delete' pile.

The second mammogram ('special' one) followed by an ultrasound gave me a fix on where the suspicious lump is.  I never felt it until then, and cannot feel it now, but the ultrasound left me really sore in one particular spot.  The surgeon is out until tomorrow, and he is the only one to handle results, his nurse told me.  She had, before the other tests, told me that I would have the results Friday, but she didn't realize he was out Friday, through Monday (today).  I guessing what the result will be, but if I am right any treatment will be different than it was 8 years ago when I had the original surgery.  C is very down, one more thing he will have to handle, that was N's purview before 2016.  Nothing I can do to make it better, the worst thing any parent has to deal with.

I got a letter from Unclaimed Property in this state, I had filed for it a few weeks ago.  It isn't the check (yet) but it told me how much it would be.  TA DA!! the sum is $28!!!  From Google, and I have no idea where I paid something off?  or had a credit from something I paid?  Anyway, I had visions of old apartment deposits, utility deposits, and so forth, alas, dashed.   Still, $28 is better than nothing.

I fell yesterday, twice to the floor and once I grabbed onto a grab bar in the bathroom.  The bathroom fall is the worst.  I had to holler for help because my cell phone was -- pause -- on the charging stand. You'd think I would have corrected this after the first fall, wouldn't you?  The falls were without warning, just blam! and I was gone.  I am so anxious now that I won't leave the bed until daylight, for some reason falls at night (the first fall) feel worse.  I didn't drink anything after dinner so I wouldn't have to go after bedtime, and that worked fine.  I am scheduled for an MRI tomorrow, and I am divided about whether I am going to have it or not.  It is for my spine, and that will be the day I will hear from the surgeon.  I think I will postpone until I know what is, will be, going on.  I know I will cancel the dentist on Thursday, that can wait to reschedule too.  With the recent falls, I am not willing to risk another fall on the little ramp and then 2 steps up into the office.

Update:  I heard from the doctor, and they are scheduling a biopsy now and more films later.  Fingers crossed...

Friday, March 29, 2019

How time flies

Today is my sister's birthday, she would have been 72, but she has been gone 15 years.  I can't honestly say that I miss her, she gave our parents so much grief and worry, and once told me, "they promised me" whatever that meant.  The folks were on the brink of losing their home, I had no idea until I took over paying their bills after Mom couldn't cope any longer.  No,  I don't miss my sister, and when I think of all the money our parents threw down the rabbit hole, with not even a thank you,  I get furious all over again.  Their retirement wasn't what they deserved.

I went to the hospital yesterday for a repeat mammogram and an ultrasound.  It was damned painful, they compress so much, I am still sore today.  I don't, of course, know any results.

We are finished with winter days, now if only we could get some sunshine and blue skies.  I read somewhere that this area only gets 30 days of sun in a year!  I believe it.  Grey is the color of our year.  I am still using the electric fireplace, the room has only one tiny vent from the furnace for this entire 20 X 40 room.  I watch the various home improvement shows online, like Property Brothers, and Chip and Joanna, and a majority of the remodelers want "real" fireplaces.  The only ones that want a fireplace are the ones who have never lived with one.  For instance: hauling wood into the house, dribbling bark and dirt across your floor (having spent money, or your labor, to get the wood and stack it in the first place); scraping ashes out, trying not to spill any; trying to get the fire to "catch"; and worst of all, making a commitment to stay in the house/room while the fire is still burning, so a log doesn't spray burning sap across your floor and set your house on fire when no one is around.  Oh yeah, and then there is the necessity to get the flue cleaned out every year or so or else risk a chimney fire.  All in all, a gas fireplace is the best, on at the flip of a switch, off the same, and they deliver real warmth to the room.  There, that's my vote.

I've fielded 3 robo phone calls so far this morning, I have no idea how they came up with name and number.  I always give my cell phone number if it is a trivial contact because I never can hear it buzz, and if they leave a message, I never call back if I don't recognize the number.  Sometimes the number they leave is my own number!  I may occasionally talk to myself, but never on the phone...

Nearly lunch time, I don't want to miss that.  Bye for now!

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Trivial pursuits

Yes, I know I am a *little* late for St. Patrick's day, but this is what happens when all the calendars in the house are from last year.

So life has been ticking away these last few months.  The therapy place has suggested that I take a month off and just do the at-home exercises, then see where we are.  The evaluation on Monday didn't indicate improvement over the last two months.  I feel like school has recessed and I look at my no-biweekly sessions as holidays.  I will do the exercises faithfully and see if my regime is an improvement over theirs.

I think we have finally turned the corner on winter.  Just 10 days ago we had snow squalls all day, but nothing stuck, it was so warm the previous days.  The forsythia is in bloom (if you are not familiar, it is a vivid yellow shrub  that is the first color of spring).  Soon the tulips and daffodils will be up.  We haven't planted anything new for a couple of years, but maybe this fall I can get around well enough to get some bulbs planted for a little spring decor.

I have been doing some laundry the last few days, mainly of my new things until I can feel safe in washing them together.  Almost all of the new things are "jewel" colors, rich and vibrant, the colors most prone to bleeding.  I feel good doing something other than reading and sewing; not that laundry is intrinsically interesting, but I take what I have.

I got a summons for jury duty beginning in May, and I just can't manage doing it.  I am still using my walker (and practicing with the quad cane) and I have 13 different doctors/clinics that I see at odd intervals.  I hope that my letter and a note from the ortho doctor is enough to excuse me.  I have served on juries in the past and I mostly enjoyed them.  But now I dread trying to get along so slowly I would hold everybody else up.  And of course I cannot drive now, I can't lift my right leg up to manage the pedals, and can't feel them (neuropathy) if I could.  The vehicles we have are, one for C, one for R, and the third is "mine", a P/U truck that I can't even get into, much less drive.  C drives it when he is getting supplies for the horse/barn, but that is the reason it is a 2009 GM with 12,000 miles on it.  Maybe less.  My shoer can't believe we would keep it, when we apparently don't need it, but it is paid for, and when you have to buy bales of hay or wood shavings for bedding you can't cram much in a Subaru.  Reliable, yes; spacious, no.  Anyway, to be on the jury, you call every night and if they say your name, you have to show up at the courthouse the next morning.  So it is hard to schedule around, and it goes on for 6 weeks.

I am purposely avoiding the topic of a positive mammogram.

Our neighbors are selling their house, but they don't plan to take their cat, he(?) has been there since a kitten, and he is around 10 or so.  I would guess he will become a new cat for our garage, hopefully without any fighting.  They couldn't take him unless they made him an indoor cat which apparently is not in the cards.  I hate when people abandon their pets when it is inconvenient for them, but at least they told us ahead of time.  And we have seen the last of the sub-zero weather, so he will have months to get used to coming here to be fed, and for shelter later.  They had two beagle dogs that were supposed to be in training for hunting, but the neighbor never even attempted doing that.  Those at least he gave to a a rescue org. to be re-homed.  They were nice dogs too.  Hopefully they won't spend the rest of their lives in a 12 x 12 pen.

We had another major plumbing fiasco last week, to the tune of $250+ .  I am still not sure they cured the problem, but only time will tell.  While they were working I had a call (demand) of nature, not surprising since I am taking a diuretic.  But the other two bathrooms are upstairs, and so I quickly had C help me up the stairs in jiffy-quick time.  Going up is, fortunately, a pretty safe exercise, I need to work more on going down.

The laundry is done and I have run out of trivia to write, so I'm off for today.  Bye!

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Daylight savings time

Yesterday morning was "spring forward" day, and once again my sense of when throughout the day is messed up.  I see where there is a movement nationwide to keep us on daylight savings time all the time, and I am in favor.  There was one time when the government decreed we do just that.  It was to conserve fuel during that time, and damn I never figured that out but enjoyed it anyway.  Having some daylight when I get off work (before I retired) was great, time to mow, exercise the horses, work in the garden, that is just my opinion, but it would do something good instead of the bull*hit about something the POTUS doles out.

I have been working on the cross stitch chickadees pattern, I need it before July 4th and that is not much time, when I include framing, shipping and so forth.  It is going but I feel like it is taking far too much effort,  I hope I will pick up speed when the birds themselves are done.  If I don't make my deadline, there is always Christmas.  Which is what I said last year!  My new light/magnifier are a big help, the old one was 4X and this one is 30X.

 C is all mended from his fall in the road, just a tender spot on his head.  Selfishly I think what I would do if he couldn't help care for me.  I need to practice getting up from the floor by myself, but the main kicker is meals, not being able to get to the kitchen by myself yet.  I have this uncanny reverie when I go down for the night, I call them my MIs, short for morbid ideation.  Can't seem to shut down and let me get to sleep quickly,  instead of laying there and feeling what ifs swamp me.

It is 3 in the morning and my eyelids are waging demands about staying open, so I will leave this for the morning to finish.  Ta!


I fell last night I guess.  I remember sitting in my chair when whoosh! the chair went down to the lowest setting.  I got up, lifted the lever to bring the seat back up, and then...
I have no memory of what happened next, but I don't remember a fall, just being on the floor.  I thought No Problem! I've practiced this --
So I crawled over to the bed, grabbed hold of the frame, and for the life of me I couldn't get my "good" foot on the floor to push me up.   Finally I call C and he boosted me up.  The next morning I didn't remember anything until C asked me how I felt.  Weird.  Guess I need more practice.

Bye for now...

Saturday, March 09, 2019

March Madness

I received yesterday a new pair of glasses from GlassesUSA.  They are dynamite, I can see clearer than my usual glasses, they look nice (photo in a few weeks, I guess) and fit my face.  There's just one teeny problem - they aren't sunglasses.  So after being on hold for 30 minutes, I got the Return Authorization form and put them in the mailbox to go back.  I hope they just spritz the sunglass coating on them, dry, and send them back, instead of re-making the entire pair.  That's why I said I would show them off in a couple of weeks.  Fingers crossed.

C slipped and fell Monday going to the mailbox, hit his head and sent his glasses flying.  He went to Med Express after the dentist urged him to go, and he has quite a goose egg on his head.  They checked him all out and said no ER necessary, but watch for symptoms of concussion.  I was way worried, he was very sleepy that afternoon, but OK after a nap.  That was the day we cancelled my PT session, the driveway was all ice and I don't need to fall either.  THIS is why I scheduled my knee replacement to be done in June (of 17), so all the therapy would be done in the summer, ho ho.  Instead this second knee went in Feb. 19th  (of 18), and this winter has been bitterly cold, like a lot of the US.  It has been a year since the surgery, and I still need the walker, and I still fall.  Now I have a brace to wear any time I am up, and it feels like a tourniquet on my leg, it goes from my upper thigh (groin, really) down to my foot and under it, to keep it from sliding down.  It was custom made and I am sure it cost the earth, but I hate to have it on in the house.  Although in the house is where I have fallen and actually need the brace.  I'm divided on wearing it.  For one thing, it has to come off when I need to pull my jeans down, like, er, peeing?  And my diuretic has a lot to say about that.   It isn't made to be placed directly on my skin...

The comic is the story of my "infected" knee, although I will never know if the surgeon was booted out because of problems like mine, or if he was booted for other reasons. Update:  Guess the rumors about that surgeon were correct.  He was on the front page of the local paper, as part of a sting operation on pain med oversubscribing and/or using  I hope he wasn't the cause of my botched knee surgery. The surgeon I have now is great.  He is injecting my good left knee with cortisone every three months, and it helps enormously. He does explain another surgery that would involve a cadaver kneecap and "major" attachment of tendons and ligaments, and if it is not done perfectly (or even if it is), I could end up with a locked straight leg.  I explained my stand on surgery is "do or die"  and I am sticking to it.  Two close calls in the OR is plenty warning for me.

Lunch time, Bye for today!

Saturday, March 02, 2019

This and That, Here and There

I have been reading a couple of books on de-cluttering the family home.  It makes me tired just to read them.  One of them, by a Japanese professional organizer, says to start with the closet, which is enough right there to grind my efforts to a halt.  When we cleaned out the closet after N died, there were a few brief days when that side of the closet was empty; but soon after my clothes migrated to that side as well, and now the closet is crammed again.  It doesn't help that I have been buying clothes (and other things) online, it is my main form of entertainment these days.  I don't see anyone other than the therapists and the lady who does my nails here.  Even R seldom comes downstairs, I don't know what her problem is.  If not for C I would end up in a nursing home with no privacy but lots and lots of therapy.  No, thanks.

I opened a dry cleaners bag that has been hanging there for months, and I find a card from the cleaners saying that they "tried and tried" to remove a stain on my gold silk shirt and were unable to do so.  The thing is, I don't remember having any stain on that shirt at all when I took it to them.  The stain, about as big as the palm of my hand and right in the center of the right side of the shirt, is stiff like a sweet spill, and I believe the cleaners put it there.  But after all this time, I can't very well complain.  I think I will try the stain remover in the Dryel package, I have nothing to lose at this point.  I can always wear a sweater, shawl, whatever, if I make the stain worse.  No more business for them, convenient though they are.

I found a book by Roger Zelazny, Nine Princes in Amber, that I thought had been purged from my books years ago.  Looking online at ABE, I found it was the first of 10 books, all about Amber, a sci-fi compendium.  Now I am divided about getting some of the other books, I am pretty sure I read the second and third ones, but I would need to re-read this one to see if it has stood the test of time.  Some of the sci-fi books read as really dated, and I don't want to waste my reading time.  I have no idea how this book ended up on my shelf.

 I have been looking for iPhone covers for my 5c, the current one is a flip type and the binding is starting to crack.  I need to get one now, since this is a really old iPhone and I am surprised there are any still available (on Amazon, of course).  I found one I really like, with a chain wrist loop, I liked it until I saw the price, $88 dollars!!!  I have no idea why, all of the other ones (pages and pages) are $10 or less.  I finally settled on one, I hope it actually fits, there are so many versions available.  I don't use my phone much, only 4 or so people have my number, and all the other calls are spam.  Don't know who is releasing my number to the spammers.  The ones I hate are those that sound real, one is "from R" , my daughter's name, and it catches my attention.  I got one that said "Grandma?" which was way off, since I don't have anyone to call me that.

I collect fountain pens, mainly Parker Vacumatic ones from the 40s and 50s, but they have caught on with collectors with deeper pockets than I have, so I now have some modern Parkers, Crosses, and Shaffer pens.  I need to disassemble them and clean them inside, then store them empty.  They are leaking ink all inside their pouch/cap and I should just use one at a time, then clean it and move on to another.  I have dispo gloves to wear, the ink stains my nails blue, really blue!  Maybe I will tackle a couple today.

This post has wandered around a bit, but if I don't make a list of what I want to write, I can never remember when I am sitting at the keyboard.  Meanwhile, Aloha!

Saturday, February 23, 2019


I've gotten the first cold in years and it is making up for all those healthy times.  So here I am, kleenex at the ready, Dayquil downed and feeling like crap.  It was R's birthday a few days ago and I managed to get upstairs, with help.  Each time I do this it gets easier, and I can see progress going up and down the stairs.  To all of you readers, take note that even a simple task like doing stairs can be an incredible effort for some folks.

But enough about me complaining.

The farrier came last week to trim the horse's hooves.  She wasn't real cooperative with her hind legs.  The stroke-like aftermath left her right hind gimpy, and so she balks at having the left hind lifted, and all her weight on the weak leg.  That is the main aftermath, the tongue, eye, ear, just cosmetic, so far.  I feel so sorry for her, but she doesn't seem to be bothered, except for the trimming.  She is 26 this summer.  My first horse was a palomino, he was very beautiful up almost to the end, he was 23 when I had him put down, due to his heaves (like emphysema);  if I had just left him in his stall until the end his passing would have been a horrendous panicky time as he struggled to breathe, and I owed him a quick painless passing in a green meadow with grass to his knees, and the vet there with him.  I vowed then I wouldn't keep another geriatric horse, but how would I do that?  The mare was born here, and never was gone more than a couple of months when she was broke to ride as a three year old.  How would I have her hauled off to a strange place, to learn how to get along with a whole herd of horses?  Anyway.  The mare seems to enjoy flapping her tongue, making a blub blub sound.  I know she looks silly.  The signs I put up, "please don't feed the horse" and "stay out" seem to have worked so that the neighboring teens aren't climbing the fence anymore.  I also hung up "electric fence" and hung some bits of wire on the old insulators, it hasn't been electrified in years, I don't even own a charger any more, but they don't know that.  Back when it was new, I would test if it was working by touching the wire, but I got to where I couldn't make myself do it.  I bought a fence tester instead, I was too conditioned to touch it myself.

This is not my mare, but you get the idea.  I can't get out to the field yet.

Sunday, February 17, 2019

From photography forum, UHH

An older gentleman was
on the operating table
awaiting surgery
and he insisted that his son, a renowned surgeon,
perform the operation.
As he was about to get the anesthesia,
he asked to speak to his son.
"Yes, Dad, what is it?"
"Don't be nervous, son;
do your best,
and just remember,
if it doesn't go well,
if something happens to me,
your mother
is going to come and
live with you and your wife...." 

(love it!)

Tea total

I found a type of bottled tea and have been guzzling it since it arrived.  I got it on   *Amazon*, it was free, with the points I have accrued and as a prime member no shipping charge.    And get this, it was delivered on Sunday by the USPS, good thing I saw the delivery truck and we got it before the bottles froze. in the mailbox.  It was very heavy, and I did not ask for Sunday delivery.

Beans, the oldest of the 4 indoor cats, has lost a lot of her weight, and has been throwing up what she did eat.  We took her to the vet who did blood work, and the results were normal.  C brought her home, and the vet called to say the BUN and creatinine on their machine was off by a ton, and so C got to make a second trip to the vet to get the meds for her.  Her hyperthyroid is very bad and so she needs to be dosed twice every day.  She has gotten better at not fighting every time, she will have to be on this for the rest of her life, and if we had to fight to get it done, it would be hard to stick to the regimen.  In addition, I got a supplement that you sprinkle on the cat's food, supposed to add a calming effect and smooth digestion; I hope it does, it cost the earth.

My brace is ready, we just need to go and get it to check the fit, etc.  If this doesn't work I am resigned to be careful and walk slooowly.  It is hard to get anywhere under my own power, and having my knee collapse when I am in a hurry drastically reduces places I can safely go.  As of Tuesday, the 19th, it will have been one year since this implant was put in.  I am still getting therapy twice a week, and it is hard to see any results, as they take place in such small increments.  Maybe I will be able to use the cane exclusively and retire the walker.  It is hard to practice on this extra soft carpet.  The swelling in my feet still limits what shoes I can wear (none), only slippers with velcro closure.

All of the above is a pain to read, and to write, so I will stop.  Here is a little humor:

Thursday, February 07, 2019

A Little Late

Whew, it has been a week since I posted here; life has been busy and the time slipped by.  I will leave this abbreviated post and fill it up later today.  Take care, the rain here is a mess, mud slides and trees uprooted, and there are huge swathes of snow still to come over a huge area of the US.

I am slowly going crazy from being confined to the bottom half of the house, being unable to climb stairs to get to the kitchen and living room.  I tell myself it is up to me to insist I want to go up the stairs (with help) but at the last moment I find an excuse to postpone the trip.  I am afraid of falling, more so on the way down than up, but both directions have to be mastered to get anything like a normal life.

Tomorrow.  For certain.  Update:  I did it with no mishaps.

On the desk in front of me is a letter tray that I bought years ago.  It is made of thick plastic, it looks like glass, heavy.  When I worked for Dr. A in his lab, he wanted something similar to use to move petri dishes in and out of the incubator without having to handle them individually.  I told him that Bob in Physiology would be able to make them from plexiglass, after the Christmas holiday.  When I returned to work, he asked about the trays, and I told him Bob had died over the holiday (truth), and I was sad because he helped us a lot when we built our first barn, and was a good guy at work for years and years.  The news made Dr. A express sorrow, but in the next breath he asked about someone else to make the trays.  I never told him he should buy letter trays to use, because he was a jerk and gave me a written letter of reprimand, blaming me for the reason his experiments failed.  This even though I found him all kinds of odds and ends that made the lab work better and worked my tail off setting his lab up.  When I got the lab safety compliance job over all the hundreds of labs, I was tickled that the radiation compliance guy found out that he was using radioactive material without a required class and then a license.   So they confiscated all the contaminated material, and *really* set his research back.  Revenge is a dish best served cold, and this had nothing to do with me, better yet.

I really like this letter tray.  I have a matching memo holder too, just the size for one petri dish.

 Amazon sent me a message about a new book due out in March by an author I like.  I would like to re-read the series while I wait.  I looked through the most favorite bookshelf and found I only had 6 and not seven of the series.  I know I read it from the synopsis online, but where did the book go?  Finally I checked my orders on Amazon, and there it was, I got it as a Kindle book.  I want it as a hardback like the others, but Amazon's price was $30!  So I went to ABE and looked at their used books and picked out one in "excellent" condition for a used book, and best of all it was only $4 and $4 for shipping.  Much better deal.  I hope it is still in OK shape.  Update:  Book looks like new, only blemish is the sticker for a library on the spine.   Mylar wrap of dustjacket is perfect, so I won't have to do it.

My lunchtime stomach alarm went off and I will wrap this up.  Peace.

Thursday, January 31, 2019


I got up to check the water dripping in the tub, and what do I hear but the scrabble of a wild critter on the ceiling; I sure hope he settles down in a cold spot and succumbs to the sub-zero temperatures.  He is really active.  I won't be able to sleep until he is quiet.  I really hope he doesn't find a way to get into the inside of the room, then it will be me doing the scrambling.

He seems to have settled down for now.   It is 0 degrees outside and 63 degrees in the bathroom right now and I can't reach the thermostat to turn the baseboard heater up.  I want to shower in the morning. but it is only 69 in there now.  Brrrr.  I will remember this in the summertime when I am hot and sticky.

I bought and returned a hair comb that is electric, thinking that it would help me smooth the fuzzy part of my hair.  Unfortunately, my hair is too short for it to work, and I returned it.  Today I got another hair comb delivered, but my credit card has not (yet?) been used.  I am at a loss to know what is best for me to do, and I wrote to the seller detailing the previous schedule from purchase to refund. I really don't want the thing.

I bought 18 spice containers, the kind that is metal and magnetic, to live on the freezer door and free up some counter space in the kitchen.  Then I had to have a white marker to label them on the front black sticker, and of course, all new spices to fill them.  I think some of the Tupperware holders still have spices dating from 10 years ago when I first filled them, they have no smell at all now.  Somewhere I saw a service that sends you all new spices every 12 months, but the price!  I bought these from Penzeys and I will date them on the back so I will know when they need to be changed out.  And then I had to buy and glue on stronger magnets, without them they will stay up on the door only if they are empty, which sort of defeats the purpose.  And as it turns out, they need to be thoroughly cleaned with alcohol to remove the black powder which is invisible, but shows up when I wipe them with alcohol, cutting oil I think it is called.  All in all, a lot of effort for what was supposed to be a simple job.

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

and a one...

A blind man walks into a bar and orders a beer. He starts chatting with the bartender and asks if he would like to hear a blond joke.
The bartender gets real tense. You need to know, he tells the blind customer, that this is a blond bar.
I’m blond, and am a former NFL football player, the blond woman to your right is a kick boxer and the blond to your left is a pro wrestler. And more blonds are at the tables.
Are you sure you really want to tell the blond joke? The blind customer says, “That’s ok, I’ll tell it slow “

Monday, January 28, 2019


I nearly did a face plant yesterday.  My knee buckled and there was no place to fall safely.  So I snatched a crushing grip on the walker and forced my knee forward to where it belonged, under me.  I think that is the only time I have averted a bad fall.  Maybe I am doing better with my exercises.  Anyway, I count that in the positive list.

I tried to write/choose the bills that need to be done for next month, but my brain refused to work (I had already taken my sleepy-time med) and I had to put it away.  I will do this after breakfast when I can think a little more coherently.  And I can have a Coke at hand too.

I wonder if any of my pageviews are from people I know.  I haven't searched for blogs online for months or more, and most of them have a single subject to write about (like motors, Photoshop, and the foibles of writing code.  No more, or few, of the mommy blogs. ) So they have migrated to another social media and I am not interested in recipes, games, programs on TV.  I even get Blog-to-print, I have three volumes and they are handy, too.  Not for any grand scheme, but because I hate to have them disappear into where old stuff on the web goes.  I have 3 volumes, the first one is the largest, but altogether they are huge.  My therapist says they aren't a blog but a memoir.  I wouldn't go that far.  But three volumes and counting, wooo.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Happy Birthday

Today is my birthday, and the only good wishes come from the financial adviser and the photography forum.  This, even though I mentioned the day several times to R and C, and we are going out to dinner tomorrow (I chose the restaurant and made the reservation) because Friday R gets off early instead of 8 pm.  So, Happy happy happy birthday, to me!

I cleared out the computer room, two days ago, big improvement.  Now there is nothing on the floor, the chrome kitchen cart fits nicely in the spot I picked out, sorted into plastic boxes and labeled.  I also pitched a big kitchen bag of miscellaneous dreck, and now I can get in here to the computer without having to sidle in with my walker.  Tax time is soon to get going, so at least so far I have corralled the important papers, yeah me.  Of course after cleaning everything out/going through every stack and drawer, I could scarcely lift my arms (tall bookcase) and had to take a pain pill, leaving me just 5 more, and I won't see the ortho doctor until March.  I'm not an abuser of pain meds, but damn, sometimes there is more pain than Tylenol can fix. 

I was seen in the orthotic clinic yesterday and they took a cast of my right leg, and showed me the photo of what the brace will look like.  It will take 5 weeks or so to be custom made, and my insurance will pay thank the gods.  I had to stand on my left foot alone for about 20 minutes, and had to have the right leg manipulated and it all hurt, it was only with maximum effort could I get out of the car once we were home.  Then, next therapy session that afternoon.  Pain.

I have two DVDs, one for Photoshop Elements 2018 video training, and one is Cross stitch software, and neither have even been out of their boxes.  I had a video training for CS 2 and I never finished it, it was a workbook on a disc, and very well laid out, but there you go.  More money than sense.

We didn't manage to catch the BIG possum raiding our garage, I think the trap is too small for such a large critter.  It hasn't been seen since that first night, so maybe taking up the cat food will make it move on down the line.  Yesterday was trash day, and there were the home owners picking up garbage on their driveway where a cat (or coon) had torn into the bags.  Garbage cans, folks, garbage cans.  This is what they are made for.

                                           (not to mention using pitch to pitch it within and without with pitch, a little redundant don't you think?)

Friday, January 18, 2019


That day with the 1500 page views, I looked up the source, and all but a few are from a porn site.  Put on some clothes, it's cold out there!  Mistaken link...


Wednesday, January 09, 2019

Possum number 5

Where are they coming from?!  We have never had more than one or maybe two possums caught in the garage.    The outdoor cats, 2 semi-feral of many years, are freaking out and I don't blame them.  We have had to pick up the dry food late at night and return it in the morning, which is less than ideal.  Maybe there is an entire colony all from the same family.  Well, they can have a happy reunion out in the deep woods, and leave our garage for the cats and their heater.

I lost my rain jacket from L.L.Bean about 2 years ago.  I searched the clothes closet and the coat closet, no joy.  I searched the underneath in both places, in case it had gotten pushed back and no sign showed from the front.  No joy.  So on Jan 3rd I ordered another from L.L.Bean at a pretty hefty price I might add,  and it was on  backorder until Jan 16.  C wanted to know what I was searching for, and he got this strange look, left, and returned with my long-lost jacket.  It had been shuffled to the very back of the hang-up rod in the laundry room, and I never checked there because the jacket is not washable.  But C had been clearing out all the miscellany found in all of them.  (A kite in the pantry?!).  Now I have to contact L.L.Beans and cancel.  Mine is a prettier color anyway.

Tuesday, January 08, 2019


I don't know what happened to this post, which was a photo from "awkward family photos", I think.  Probably a copywrite problem.  I have never bothered about this, I leave the watermark on all the photos that I have not personally taken.  I am not trying to profit from them, just a cute little quip that I saw online, for no purpose except to make my blog post give the reader a little chuckle.  Anyway, I will look for something else to fill in the gaping hole.

This is a photo of me, Nana, and my sister, in front of our house in North Miami, around 1960.  Must have been Easter or some other dress-up occasion.  My Dad took this photo, and no copywrite pertains to it.

Saturday, January 05, 2019

Possum Number 4

The only good thing I have to say about possums is that they are easy to catch.  We bait the have-a-heart trap with peanut butter in an empty cat food can, and usually catch one in a couple of hours.  How do we know there is a marauder?  Because when we go into the garage there it sits, eating dry cat food; it hisses but doesn't leave.  The trap is really getting a workout right now.  The funny part is when C releases it into the woods it will cling to the wire of the trap and he has to shake it vigorously to get it to fall out.  Dumb beasts.

I fell last night.  I was getting ready to light a candle, candle in one hand and lighter in the other, when my right knee buckled and down I went, candle, lighter, walker and me all together.  Fortunately I had not lit the candle yet.  I will have to think again about the brace, if I am ever to trust my footing again.  I am bruised up a bit, but no head injury, my main fear.  That, and falling in the bathroom where everything is hard and sharp-cornered, and I surely won't come away unscathed.

C rooted through the coat closet yesterday, and the things I am missing are NOT there.  He did find my raincoat, although I have ordered a new one before he did.  It is backordered so I have a week or so to decide if I need a new one or not.  Meaning, does it still fit?  I am thinking the sewing things are upstairs in N's former room, but I cannot do the stairs until my bruises and bangs heal.  There is a ton of stitchery stuff in a big dresser, but I can't remember what is and what is not there.

My page views here have been climbing by leaps and bounds, probably because it is funny,  part of the time.  For instance:

Which is, at least, a little bit funny.

This is by Scott Adams:

As a vegetarian, I can only handle seeing dead animals up to a certain size before I get a serious case of the heebie jeebies. I'm not too bothered looking at dead bugs and mice, under the theory that "they are little." But this possum was way above my heebie jeebie threshold. Worse yet, possums are notorious for pretending to be dead. I wasn't about to be fooled by the oldest trick in the animal kingdom.

I looked carefully to see if the possum was breathing through a thin reed of some sort. I saw nothing. Nor did I see any air tanks or diving apparatus. The only possibility was that he was holding his breath. I checked the Internet to see how long a possum can hold its breath. Apparently much research needs to be done in that area.

As luck would have it, today was the day the pool cleaning service was scheduled to clean the pool. If I pretended I didn't know there was a possum down there, the pool guy would have to fish it out. That way HE would be the one embarrassed by the possum's trickery. The only problem with that approach is that if the possum was really dead, the pool guy would have to leave it somewhere. He certainly wasn't going to take it with him in the truck. ("Here, little buddy, you ride shotgun.") If I were the pool guy, I'd be mad that I had to take a possum out of a pool. For revenge, I'd try to think up a funny place to put it, like in the hammock.

So I decided to take care of the job myself. I took the pool-cleaning apparatus that has a shallow net on the end of a long pole. That is the preferred tool for possum removal. Not only can it reach the bottom of the pool, but because it's long, it has the leverage you need to fling the possum over the fence and into the neighbor's pool.

This method worked well. The only problem is that every other day the possum is back in my pool. I expect some tension at the next neighborhood block party

Wednesday, January 02, 2019

A funny post

Sorry about the yellow background, this is from the photography forum that really hit my funny bone.  Enjoy!