You mean it's not fall?

 I have once again fallen, doing a simple transition from bed to bathroom.  At 2 a.m.  This time, for a little variety, I fell to the side.  The way the olden falls were falling backwards, as soon as I feel the floor feeling ready to throw me down I recite, "bed right there" or chair or whatever and gather my courage.  But in this case I just plummeted to the side.  Had to call the VFD to get me up, I was too closely wedged between the bed frame and the doorway.  They know me as soon as they reach the house.  What fame I have, at least I don't have to go to the ER every time.  This time I just bruised my butt.  

Early bird this morning

 Hello everyone, this is my idea of an early beginning for the day, it is 7 am.  C will need to get up soon to ride to the dealership to get the truck.  It was recalled due to an exploding air bag on the passenger side.  I am betting that it won't be ready today but I am only the mom, my opinion doesn't count.  

Tomorrow is the 13th, if you are superstitious then best to stay in bed, for Friday the 13. When I was in school at BJU I $$ worked in the snack bar, dishing up ice cream cones and making sundaes; once there was a meeting (among adults in the back,) and when the meeting was over, the concierge told the girls they could get a cone as a reward. How generous.  I took one too, I had worked through dinner and was starving.  Maybe they thought I should put the ice cream back in the tub? One of the waitresses said I don't think she meant you, but I ignored her, what is one cone more or less?  They probably prayed for me that night.

I also worked in the faculty nursery with 2 and 3 year olds, cute kids, even Bob Jones III, I felt sorry for him, having to carry on the dynasty.  And the third job was cleaning bathrooms in the dorms.  So I barely had time to go to class.  Of course students were obliged to make it to every class, the only excuse was being in the infirmary.

Pause here for now...  

I meant that on Friday 13th all of the non-essential jobs in BJU were quietly postponed. 

The truck was ready except for the window sticker, when the registration was checked it was for last year.  The way I work it, is when the registration and insurance and so forth come, they are put in a red envelope in the glove box, because there is usually a bunch of white paper in the box; the red stands out.  The weak point being putting the paperwork in the red envelope in the first place.  So...

Damn.  The mail today included a letter from the tax people that I am being audited.  What a special surprise.  I think I need a wee dram to get to sleep tonight.  What do the audit personnel tell people when asked where they work?  I know it is a valid job, probably pays pretty well, but I would guess it would be a conversation stopper.    I had a friend in CA whose husband was a state trooper.  It irked him when the next question was, "Do you carry a gun?"  The answer was, yes, it was a requirement even when off duty.  So he made up crazy jobs, a different one each time, just for his own amusement.  I didn't think it was very polite to make fun of someone asking a simple question.  I didn't like him much anyway.  

That is the end of this tonight, I can't think of anything to add here.  I only think of bits to write about when I am unable to jot them down.  Still, I try. 

Bye!

 

Blog Post Number two (again) only saved this time

 I am bummed out with reading a blog I have read for years.  I check it sporadically and saw where the last entry was 2 or 3 years ago.  When I checked it today it has been changed to "private".  All I want to do is send the author (Magazine Man) an email so I can join again.  How can I do this?  

I will have to re-write the majority of this post, as I have once again left this post unsaved when I left this page.  I am so damned dumb.

The thunder storms every night have the cats in a tizzy, they hide when the first rumble is heard.  I can't figure how the fat cat gets under the laundry cart much less gets out.  I always have to check that she isn't stuck. The other cat hides too, but she saunters out and does a wash up like she never had to vanish.  I don't actually know where she hides.

I had to cancel today's therapy visit, I hate to do that yet again.  They book visits up every day, and canceling leaves a hole in their schedule.  But I was sick all night up until 5 a.m. and doing exercises was not on my schedule either.  C has been headachey and dizzy for weeks, and I finally harassed him to go to one of the freestanding clinics.  They said he had fluid behind his eardrum, and gave him medicine to alleviate that, and the headaches too.  It took him hours to get seen. But I worried a lot about him driving while he is dizzy.  And the homeopathic remedies did nothing.  Not that that is a big surprise.

I hate to look for anything, it drives me crazy, but I spent hours looking for a box of straight pins that I got last week.  Last week!!  in the end I decided to order another box.  It came Monday, and I stopped looking.  So how did that come out?  I looked in a box in the kneehole of the desk for some makeup, and laying there in plain sight were the missing pins.  And I got the second box of pins 15 minutes later.  So I now have 250 pins.  So do I feel dumb?  Yes in deed.  But I am set to hem the three pairs of silk/tensil pants; assuming I can find thread.  And needles.  Ever the optimist.

I think I may try hemming on the sewing machine,  I used to do that with the old machine.  Three pairs is a lot of stitching by hand on slippery fabric.  Given that this new machine has a speed control on the front of the machine, good news that the usual pedal is not possible when I can't lift my foot.

When I was in high school I took "home ec" as an elective.  By then I had been sewing (but not cooking)for years, so I did a velvet skirt and a lace shirt.  Somewhere I have a photo of me wearing them, looks ok.  And I am sure that they don't do Home economics  any more, think of all those sewing machines and sinks to tear out...I hope they sold them  and didn't send them to a land fill, no, they don't teach any practical stuff it's all math quadratic  equations , or calculus, China poetry and so on, never how to Balance a check book (does anyone have a check book?) or fill out a job application (lots of those ahead) and so on...

Well I guess that's it for Tuesday, hope everyone is safe and sound, and I will save this before I leave!