I can't remember how to do this

I think this is right

I'll give it a shot

I am still working on my cross stitch, I had to rip out 6 rows that were in the wrong place.  It took forever, being careful to avoid snipping the fabric, and after the rows were gone I still had to stitch the correct place.  I will lay this away for now, my hands are covered in Bag Balm right now anyway.

The purse I got on eBay came yesterday, and it is small enough to hold my organizer and nothing else.  But mostly that is all I need to have; the purse is a lovely Coach in navy leather and is cross-body, so hands free.  

One of the therapists tempted us yesterday, looking for a home for a kitten that wandered into their living room.  It sounds lovely, but my watchwords are "No more cats, no more dogs, no more horses." so we escaped without a kitten, hurrah.  If the typical cat lives 12 or more years, I don't plan on living much beyond that, I am 70 after all.  Dogs and horses are about the same, and they aren't easy to find a new home, when they are teenagers or older.  Just as well she didn't bring the kitten with her.  When I lived in San Francisco one of my coworkers said she wanted a kitten, so I passed the word to a horse friend, and on a day that the boss was gone she brought in a box with 11 !! kittens.  Three were adopted then and there, and more on a tentative date.  Who can resist a sweet kitten??

It seems strange not to have a horse.  I bought one when I was 24, and he lived to be 23; I even had him shipped from  SF to here.  I gave most of my tack to a friend, so even the tack room looks bare.  I also have 40 or 50 bales of moldy hay, don't know what we will do with those, they don't burn very well. 

I am currently sporting a blister, on the outside edge of my foot, probably originally from walking on the side.  I got one like this when I was in the nursing home and it took forever to heal.  It doesn't hurt, as I have very little sensation in my feet, but I don't want it to fester into a big open wound.  I can't see it myself, but C took a photo to show me, and it is nasty looking.  He has been changing the bandage and treating it with Neosporin and it seems to help.  I have an appointment to see my GP on Tuesday, and I hope he has something other than "keep clean and wait".  Maybe something to get it to heal more speedily.  When I was in the nursing home the lady across the hall from me had only one toe left on her left foot, and when she went home they removed that one as well.  It was to control gangrene in her foot, and I take that as a warning for me also.  

Speaking of the nursing home, they had a laundry there.  They would label your clothes and then when it was all clean they would return them to you.  In theory.  The first week I lost a bathrobe and the second week I lost a pair of culottes.  The robe was new, and monogramed, and labeled with the name of the cruise ship.  The culottes were a standby in place of shorts.  The bathrobe showed up after a couple of weeks when one of the aides took pity and searched it out, but the culottes never did reappear.  Now that I am home I have been trying to find a replacement, but no luck there.  Bummer.  It probably got pitched.  Anyway that is how I came to be handing my laundry out to C at the back door, and getting on the bad side of the senior aide.  It was OK to open the doors for the smokers, but not for 45 seconds to pass laundry through.  One of the aides said "they were trained" to go outside and I said for an entire semester?  By university faculty? and pulled an Aplus at the end? Trained, pfffft.

Well that is it for me today, hope everyone is healthy and stays that way.  And never take walking for granted...

 

Home at last

We lost Blackie yesterday.  She seemed lethargic the day before, and by Wednesday she was failing.  There was nothing to be done, C laid her on a soft blanket in the garage with a heater going, and shut the kitty door so we would be able to find her, and no one to harass her.  I never touched her, she would only let C give her chin and tummy time.  One of the neighbor kids asked for her today, but there is only the truth.  We had no idea how old she was.  No more feral cats, they take a bit of your heart when they go.  They all do.  

I have been thinking of B, N's brother.  He died a few weeks before N, they were never close, N was more involved with his sister, S, keeping track, going to see her, many phone calls.  S moved to Kentucky from Michigan, to get out of the clutches of her "friends" who seemed more into her money, after she came in to $$; but they just followed her to KY, at least until she came to say "no".  Anyway, I have wondered why B's step children cut him no slack once B's wife passed.  No sympathy cards, no contact at all with S and B and his wife/ their mother.  When I write this out it is convoluted, but it just puzzles me.  B had done a fair amount of genealogy on our western families, but when I asked for it, the step son said they pitched all the paper in his rooms. Never again to be found.  I should have asked B before he became ill. He had served in 'Nam and got deluged in Agent Orange on a daily basis and it just ate him up from inside after his tours were over.  I think he and his stepsons had a falling out over religious things or maybe money.  I will ask S when next we talk.

I have a nice lady who comes every 2 weeks to do my nails, and this time she remarked on how many books I have.  And if I had read them all?  I guess I have  more than a lot of people but then I never watch TV. 

I do re-read some and you can tell which ones by their tattered covers.  Meanwhile there sits the TV...When I was in the nursing home I had the only TV with no sound and no remote.  They fixed it the day I left (after 10 weeks )The lady across the hall was mostly deaf and had her TV cranked up to the max, so I had sound if I wanted.  I guess the $6000 extra we paid was ransom to let me out.  Or maybe the cost of new TVs. It was a nice place, but damn I wanted to come home.  One time C came to the back door and I buzzed him in to collect my dirty clothes (oh horrors; like the smokers didn't let unfiltered air in for every one of them).  And then tried to figure out how I knew the code.  (Hint: ambulance )  And then the admin people found out about the smokers, and that was my fault too.  Being a non smoker gave me a different perspective on the matter. (ho ho)

God I wish I had never had the knee replacement, here  4 years and 6 surgeries later and I can't walk.  

I don't want to depress myself so I will close.

this is me with my walker; the man on the ground didn't fall, he just wanted a little nap. Zzzzzzzz