Here it is August already, what happened to the summer? We haven't missed the pool, it has been such a mild summer here (West Virginia) that the water would have been a nippy 70 degrees. And yet the southwest is burning up, between the weather and the fires. We had a pile of old lumber and a bunch of tree limbs to get rid of, so we burned them, along with an old stump of a huge ash tree. The fire burned for 4 days, smoldering in the stump, until everything was ash. This with rain every day, hard rain. It gave me an appreciation of how hard it is to declare a forest fire as "contained" because they smolder and burn under what looks like cold ashes, for days.
Thinking seriously about knee replacement surgery. The cortisone shots only help so far, and then climbing/descending stairs becomes a misery. Oh for a one level house. We have been in this one for 34 years, and I can't even imagine what moving would entail. Just the attic alone gives me the blues, full of old junk, books, furniture, lots of stuff. We would have to rent a dumpster first thing.
My son got a smart phone this weekend, it is so entertaining. I'd get one myself if I could think of anything I needed it for. As it is, my dumb phone sits idle for weeks at a time, and is always needing to be charged when I finally turn it on. It seems to me that batteries should hold their charge if the device is off, but this one has been like this since it was new. It is a Motorola Razor, just the thing in its day. It has a camera and no apps at all. I don't think I could even receive texts or web pages. And I have never figured how to get the photos on the phone off of it, to the Mac. Again, not any need for that. I carry a tiny tiny little camera which is ever so adaptable for all sorts of photos, and has a huge capacity with a flash card, and of course they can be switched out as needed. It is a Nikon, no less. It was a mother's day gift 2 years ago.
My attempts at machine knitting have hit a snag since my knee is paining me so much, it hurts to sit in a simple chair for more than an hour. I messed up the project I was attempting and ripped the whole thing off to try again later. Maybe I will try a different chair. Meanwhile my resolve to not buy any more yarn has recently taken a hit, but only the once. Or twice. I love yarn, it does not need to be knitted for me to appreciate it. The last batch had an alpaca blend in it, sheer luxury to handle. I don't feel I am a good enough knitter to buy any of the hideously expensive yarns, or at least only to buy a single skein.
Back when the internet was mainly the place to find web camera sites that streamed continually over a broad band for speed, I had several that I visited regularly. One of them was in Ft. Lauderdale (where my parents lived at that time), and it showed a big picture window with bird feeders outside, and house cats on a perch inside. Not a very thrilling site, but it showed me how the weather was for my folks, and a sort of zen-like peacefulness to watch. I don't think there are many private sites now, only those maintained by cities or big business. I thought of all this because of my toothbrush, but this post is long enough now and I won't explain this connection until next time...
Bumper sticker for the day: "Gardening is cheaper than therapy and you get tomatoes."
A random collection of posts about my life (sorta)
Monday, August 04, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Housemaids knee/know/
I have been coping pretty well over the last 3 or 4 weeks; this marks the second month since my last cortisone shot. In another 4 weeks I will see Dr. Kurth, the ortho doctor who said I would know when it was time for an artificial knee, and I think we are there. At minimum I will have information to read and ponder. Either surgery, or I will need pain killers to get through the days. I am also going to connect with the new psychotherapist and go for another session to see if I was a little rushed the first time around. Ya think??
Meanwhile the last of the pool liner and all the non recyclable stuff is in the truck to go to the dump, with as much of the right stuff for this recycle number as possible.
As a post within a post, doing good is not to be found tonite. I had topics, and photos, and good jokes, and over time, they have slowly slipped away and tonight I as going to (what happened to the blue font??!!) Now I have lost what tenuous grip I was trying to overcome great...
Meanwhile the last of the pool liner and all the non recyclable stuff is in the truck to go to the dump, with as much of the right stuff for this recycle number as possible.
As a post within a post, doing good is not to be found tonite. I had topics, and photos, and good jokes, and over time, they have slowly slipped away and tonight I as going to (what happened to the blue font??!!) Now I have lost what tenuous grip I was trying to overcome great...
Close your eyes, breathe deeply in, then gently exhale.
Good night.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Today's news today, or later
Greetings to all here from the AZ area, and the brutal hot weather you are suffering through. It is in the 60s here today and the 50s at night, and it is too bad we can't mix the weather together and have 75 for everyone. And rain in CA instead of TX. And what's with that gigantic crater in Russia?
My aunt that we visit down in the center part of the state got up in the night, lost her balance and pulled a dresser drawer down on herself, cutting her leg badly. My uncle said there was blood everywhere, and the ER put 17 stitches in it. As happens with age, she is uncertain what happened and how she got hurt. My uncle sounds exhausted. If they get a hospital bed the sides could be put up at night so she won't fall out... she is on hospice so that is possible, I think.
We are tearing down our pool, leaving a big hole in the deck that will have to be fixed somehow. We haven't used the pool much in the last several years, and the upkeep is both time and money consuming when no one is using it. I loved to just look at it, especially in the evening when the lights shimmered inside the house, but that isn't enough to warrant keeping it. I guess.
At least the horrible stink bugs we had in the late winter through springtime are all gone (here). We had a series of warm days which brought them out, followed by below freezing nights which killed them off. Of course there had to be a trade-off, and it seems to be spiders in the house. I leave them alone outside (unless they are right beside the outside doors), but the ones inside have to go. They are fast !! And killing them means you have to watch where they have run to hide, and then swoop down with paper towel and squish. Ugh. Still, better than clumsy flying stink bugs.
Here is a photo of the Highlander that caused so much trouble for a simple dead battery. I should say, that jumping the battery let it start, but the low charge bollixed up the electronics, hence all the flashing lights on the control panel. All OK so far.
N finished clearing out the office for the volunteer group he works with, his part was mainly providing the pickup truck to haul 10 years worth of c**p to the recycling/dump station. It was amazing how much stuff there was - they even had supplies in the bathtub! - , and the group has moved into a smaller office with a small closet for storage, so the culling was ruthless. Some of it was donated to various groups and organizations. There were a large number of unmarked stick pens and DD took them to work, they constantly run out and have to scrounge, the pens can't have any logos, etc. on them, so most freebies are unusable. I'm trying to think of what I can do with the zillion pencils, it would have been nice if an electric pencil sharpener had turned up. I think a lady I know volunteers in an elementary school, I'll see if they want them. We ended up with two rather battered plastic tubs, clean inside and cleanable outside, that I will use to store yarn (!) in. I must not buy any more yarn until some of this is used. Must. Not. Buy. The knitting machine eats up an amazing amount yarn, once a project is started, so what I have is not completely out of reason. Or so I tell myself.
Bumper sticker for the day: "The trouble with bucket seats is not everybody has the same size bucket."
My aunt that we visit down in the center part of the state got up in the night, lost her balance and pulled a dresser drawer down on herself, cutting her leg badly. My uncle said there was blood everywhere, and the ER put 17 stitches in it. As happens with age, she is uncertain what happened and how she got hurt. My uncle sounds exhausted. If they get a hospital bed the sides could be put up at night so she won't fall out... she is on hospice so that is possible, I think.
We are tearing down our pool, leaving a big hole in the deck that will have to be fixed somehow. We haven't used the pool much in the last several years, and the upkeep is both time and money consuming when no one is using it. I loved to just look at it, especially in the evening when the lights shimmered inside the house, but that isn't enough to warrant keeping it. I guess.
At least the horrible stink bugs we had in the late winter through springtime are all gone (here). We had a series of warm days which brought them out, followed by below freezing nights which killed them off. Of course there had to be a trade-off, and it seems to be spiders in the house. I leave them alone outside (unless they are right beside the outside doors), but the ones inside have to go. They are fast !! And killing them means you have to watch where they have run to hide, and then swoop down with paper towel and squish. Ugh. Still, better than clumsy flying stink bugs.
Here is a photo of the Highlander that caused so much trouble for a simple dead battery. I should say, that jumping the battery let it start, but the low charge bollixed up the electronics, hence all the flashing lights on the control panel. All OK so far.
N finished clearing out the office for the volunteer group he works with, his part was mainly providing the pickup truck to haul 10 years worth of c**p to the recycling/dump station. It was amazing how much stuff there was - they even had supplies in the bathtub! - , and the group has moved into a smaller office with a small closet for storage, so the culling was ruthless. Some of it was donated to various groups and organizations. There were a large number of unmarked stick pens and DD took them to work, they constantly run out and have to scrounge, the pens can't have any logos, etc. on them, so most freebies are unusable. I'm trying to think of what I can do with the zillion pencils, it would have been nice if an electric pencil sharpener had turned up. I think a lady I know volunteers in an elementary school, I'll see if they want them. We ended up with two rather battered plastic tubs, clean inside and cleanable outside, that I will use to store yarn (!) in. I must not buy any more yarn until some of this is used. Must. Not. Buy. The knitting machine eats up an amazing amount yarn, once a project is started, so what I have is not completely out of reason. Or so I tell myself.
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Bumper sticker for the day: "The trouble with bucket seats is not everybody has the same size bucket."
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Grumble grumble
This has been a totally wasted day. It started off OK, DH went to "help out" a group for which he is on the board. What was supposed to be a one day project has turned into 4 and counting. So anyway, he comes home exhausted, showers, eats, relaxes for a while. We decided we would go out to dinner, something we do every Friday if possible. We even have a guest card, so we head for the Toyota Highlander, and it wouldn't start. This is a brand new car, one month old, 1000 miles, cost a damned fortune, and it won't start? DH tried everything he knew to do, but to no avail. So we troop inside the house and call the dealer. Who says, all the mechanics have gone for the weekend, but we could go ahead and get it in now so it would have first priority on Monday. DH says,Umm, OK, but exactly how am I to bring it in when it won't start? She replies, tow truck, and then stops. DH waits and says since you (the dealer) are paying for this, don't you have a preferred company, and I assume you can call them, yes? She allows that she can arrange this (big sigh, such a hardship for her.) So the tow truck comes, hoists the car up into the bed of the truck and off they go.
While we were waiting for the tow truck to finish up, husband asks if we can borrow son's car to go to dinner as it is 6:15 by now and no dinner in sight. He says sure, and DH asks him for the keys. Here is where the story diverges, Son said he already handed his keys over to Dad, and Dad says he only looked at them and did not take them then. Four adults spend 3 HOURS searching for the keys, including going down to the dealer to search the Highlander. No keys.
We found a comb, a folding knife, a sock, several hankies, you get the idea, in the living room recliner. No keys. At 9 PM I give up and went to bed, and eventually the rest of the family did too.
I'll wait till tomorrow to finish this.
Sorry for the wait, but we have all taken third and fourth looks in all the places we looked before, and we cannot find the damn keys. Resolve to get new set made later this week, and son can drive using the second (spare) set. I am so frustrated.
Bumper sticker for the day: "I'm not a pessimist; I'm an optimist with experience."
Update to the update: The keys were at the dealer's the whole time; the tow truck driver dropped them thru the "early bird" box, and the dealer went nuts trying to find a Subaru in the Toyota lot that needed service. All's well that ends well...
While we were waiting for the tow truck to finish up, husband asks if we can borrow son's car to go to dinner as it is 6:15 by now and no dinner in sight. He says sure, and DH asks him for the keys. Here is where the story diverges, Son said he already handed his keys over to Dad, and Dad says he only looked at them and did not take them then. Four adults spend 3 HOURS searching for the keys, including going down to the dealer to search the Highlander. No keys.
We found a comb, a folding knife, a sock, several hankies, you get the idea, in the living room recliner. No keys. At 9 PM I give up and went to bed, and eventually the rest of the family did too.
I'll wait till tomorrow to finish this.
Sorry for the wait, but we have all taken third and fourth looks in all the places we looked before, and we cannot find the damn keys. Resolve to get new set made later this week, and son can drive using the second (spare) set. I am so frustrated.
Update to the update: The keys were at the dealer's the whole time; the tow truck driver dropped them thru the "early bird" box, and the dealer went nuts trying to find a Subaru in the Toyota lot that needed service. All's well that ends well...
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Something to think about (in place of bumper sticker for the day):
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate and wine in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate and wine in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
This is where a post title would go if I could think of one.
I've been letting the old blog posting go by the wayside for a couple of weeks, which is because I can't think of anything to write. So be forewarned, this post will be a little of this and a little of that.
We drove to the little town in Braxton county WV to see my aunt and uncle. My aunt was feeling too bad to get out of bed, or even to talk to us; my uncle had a hard time tracking our conversation, probably due to fatigue. We didn't stay long; DD got car sick on the way down, and so I rode in the back seat of the Toyota Highlander part of the drive down and then on the way home too. It was my first time in the back, and there is a noticeable sway at highway speeds back there, although it didn't bother me.
This is the view of my back deck, you can see the pool (still closed) in the bottom left corner, and waaayy in the background on the right bottom corner you can see the white bathtub/horse waterer inside the fence. It was a lovely day today, not too warm and a nice breeze. We saw lots of squirrels, but no hummingbirds. Yesterday the front lawn was the site of two Canadian geese with three goslings, on their way to the neighboring pond no doubt. I scurried outside with the camera all poised, but they were gone by then. I know lots of people regard them as a nuisance now, leaving huge amounts of droppings everywhere, like in parks and playgrounds, but they are still neat to see.
Bumper sticker for the day: "Back off !! I have cats and I know how to use them."
We drove to the little town in Braxton county WV to see my aunt and uncle. My aunt was feeling too bad to get out of bed, or even to talk to us; my uncle had a hard time tracking our conversation, probably due to fatigue. We didn't stay long; DD got car sick on the way down, and so I rode in the back seat of the Toyota Highlander part of the drive down and then on the way home too. It was my first time in the back, and there is a noticeable sway at highway speeds back there, although it didn't bother me.
This is the view of my back deck, you can see the pool (still closed) in the bottom left corner, and waaayy in the background on the right bottom corner you can see the white bathtub/horse waterer inside the fence. It was a lovely day today, not too warm and a nice breeze. We saw lots of squirrels, but no hummingbirds. Yesterday the front lawn was the site of two Canadian geese with three goslings, on their way to the neighboring pond no doubt. I scurried outside with the camera all poised, but they were gone by then. I know lots of people regard them as a nuisance now, leaving huge amounts of droppings everywhere, like in parks and playgrounds, but they are still neat to see.
Bumper sticker for the day: "Back off !! I have cats and I know how to use them."
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Tinker's Damn
Wonder where "Not worth a tinker's damn" came from. I bet I can look it up on Wikipedia, but I am not motivated enough. Actually, I'm not motivated enough to do anything at all. I want very much to fall asleep, but three times when I have managed to drop off, I have jumped up and barfed. For my next attempt I am going to keep a small plastic pan (you know, the ones you carry home from the hospital) beside my bed. It only seems to happen when I lay down, so I feel fine as long as I sit up. Hence the reason I am posting here at 3 am.
Yesterday DH and I scrubbed down the big bathroom adjoining the master bedroom, it was a mess when we started. The linoleum floor is awful, faded and with gouges and cuts in it, I have no idea how they got there. It looks like we have been ice skating in there, them changing into golf spike shoes and practicing the Irish fling. Yeah, it's that bad. But except for that, it looks very nice, and even the floor is nice and glossy where it isn't damaged. Now I feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet. By tomorrow I will be needing vicodin to soothe the aches and pains.
That's the trouble with housework, you do it once and then have to do it all over again in six months.
The whole family had a nice dinner out; not quite what I had planned for a belated anniversary dinner, but it was OK, (except for my problem in the first paragraph). We all went in the Highlander, the first time we've had all four seats filled. I have to say it rides fine, but it feels like it is 8 feet wide, pretty much like the pickup. Which I also do not drive. I'll have to get N to drive to an empty shopping center and let me get the feel of the thing. To give you an idea, the dash displays a camera view out the back end. That's because the back end is sooooo far away. I have been working on my driving skills for some months, so this is a setback for me. I don't understand why I am so tense when I drive. Until I retired 7 years ago (at 55), I drove everywhere in my little Miata. But gradually I drove it less and less, each time having to jump it (boo hiss) and so we sold it. I have developed an enormous fear of driving, mine and anyone else's, to the point of being sickly and sweaty as just a front seat passenger. I don't know why. I should probably go back to the therapist, but someone would need to drive me there...
I am planning to get another knitting machine, a "bulky" one to use with 5 and 6 weight yarn. The one that looks the best is owned by one of the members on the Knitters Paradise forum that I read every day, usually. I say that, but after answering my request for information on the particular machine, I have heard....nothing. So frustrating.
The photo above shows the burgundy swap I sent to my April/May partner. It is hard to photograph a dark color, but the background is a burgundy apron, then a bunch of stuff here and in another photo of all that I sent. The concept for this swap is interesting, but I withdrew because I am tired of searching for things that match that month's color.
Bumper sticker for the day: "Dear Karma, I have a list of people that you have missed."
Yesterday DH and I scrubbed down the big bathroom adjoining the master bedroom, it was a mess when we started. The linoleum floor is awful, faded and with gouges and cuts in it, I have no idea how they got there. It looks like we have been ice skating in there, them changing into golf spike shoes and practicing the Irish fling. Yeah, it's that bad. But except for that, it looks very nice, and even the floor is nice and glossy where it isn't damaged. Now I feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet. By tomorrow I will be needing vicodin to soothe the aches and pains.
That's the trouble with housework, you do it once and then have to do it all over again in six months.
The whole family had a nice dinner out; not quite what I had planned for a belated anniversary dinner, but it was OK, (except for my problem in the first paragraph). We all went in the Highlander, the first time we've had all four seats filled. I have to say it rides fine, but it feels like it is 8 feet wide, pretty much like the pickup. Which I also do not drive. I'll have to get N to drive to an empty shopping center and let me get the feel of the thing. To give you an idea, the dash displays a camera view out the back end. That's because the back end is sooooo far away. I have been working on my driving skills for some months, so this is a setback for me. I don't understand why I am so tense when I drive. Until I retired 7 years ago (at 55), I drove everywhere in my little Miata. But gradually I drove it less and less, each time having to jump it (boo hiss) and so we sold it. I have developed an enormous fear of driving, mine and anyone else's, to the point of being sickly and sweaty as just a front seat passenger. I don't know why. I should probably go back to the therapist, but someone would need to drive me there...
I am planning to get another knitting machine, a "bulky" one to use with 5 and 6 weight yarn. The one that looks the best is owned by one of the members on the Knitters Paradise forum that I read every day, usually. I say that, but after answering my request for information on the particular machine, I have heard....nothing. So frustrating.
Bumper sticker for the day: "Dear Karma, I have a list of people that you have missed."
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Zoom Zoom
I am back from FL and glad to be home, where I can veg out if needed. The plane ride was ...interesting. Going to FL on a 737 was great because in a plane that seats 140 ish flyers, there were only 30 or so passengers. I got all three seats in the row behind the bulkhead seats. On the return flight, there were around 130 passengers, and there was someone in the window seat while I was in the aisle, but we had the center seat for our purses, etc. I was the first person on the plane too. I flew Business Select, which in NOT first class (Southwest has no first class seats, it is open seating, where you can take any seat that is, well, open). The ride home was pretty bumpy at take off and landing, the two times when I get white-knuckle hands. But all was well. Husband and son met me at Pittsburgh and we drove an hour to get home. This was the only non-stop flight from here to there.
The day I returned was our 44th wedding anniversary, but I was too tired to go out to dinner. DH had a nice chicken dinner in the crock pot, so that worked out well. The next day I was so sore on my right side from carrying a HEAVY tote bag thru miles of airport that I had to take one of my pain pills, I'll have to find a better way next time. I had checked my suitcase, even though it would have fitted in the overhead compartment, because I didn't want to hoist it over my head to get it in (or out). I bought t-shirts for the kids, which they said were great, but then they would have said that if they were too small or in weird colors, I will probably never see them wearing them.
The cats literally threw themselves at me when I walked in the door, demanding pets and scratches right then. They still had had 3 adult slaves to see to their demands while I was gone, but apparently that wasn't enough. Now, of course, they completely ignore me.
Bumper sticker for the day: "I'll procrastinate tomorrow."
The day I returned was our 44th wedding anniversary, but I was too tired to go out to dinner. DH had a nice chicken dinner in the crock pot, so that worked out well. The next day I was so sore on my right side from carrying a HEAVY tote bag thru miles of airport that I had to take one of my pain pills, I'll have to find a better way next time. I had checked my suitcase, even though it would have fitted in the overhead compartment, because I didn't want to hoist it over my head to get it in (or out). I bought t-shirts for the kids, which they said were great, but then they would have said that if they were too small or in weird colors, I will probably never see them wearing them.
The cats literally threw themselves at me when I walked in the door, demanding pets and scratches right then. They still had had 3 adult slaves to see to their demands while I was gone, but apparently that wasn't enough. Now, of course, they completely ignore me.
Bumper sticker for the day: "I'll procrastinate tomorrow."
Sunday, June 01, 2014
Florida
Hi to all
I am flying to Florida tomorrow and will resume posting when I return.
Bumper sticker for the day: "The nicest thing about the future is . . . that it always starts tomorrow."
I am flying to Florida tomorrow and will resume posting when I return.
Bumper sticker for the day: "The nicest thing about the future is . . . that it always starts tomorrow."
Monday, May 26, 2014
Memorial Day
That was a large part of the problems for him to get care at the VA, since he had no proof other than a Purple Heart, to show he had a service-related injury. The burden of proof was on him, a virtual impossibility after so long.
So when I read about the horrible care that today's veterans are getting from the VA system, I have an inkling of what they are going through. And it is a disgrace and a national shame that the veterans are treated this way, whether their injuries are life-altering or not.
So today, think a little while about what would have been the result if those men and women had not risked their lives and their well-being to do their duty to our country. And while you think about that, consider supporting some of the organizations like Paralyzed Veterans of America, the Wounded Warrior Project, and the Veterans of Foreign Wars. Every little donation helps. It's the least we can do.
Bumper sticker for the day: "It was a sad and disappointing day when I discovered my universal remote control did not, in fact, control the universe (not even remotely).
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Past midnight
Well, here it is, another 3 am post. I am sitting here , munching on a Heath bar and wondering what to write here.
The paving company will be here Monday or Tuesday to pave the driveway and the parking area, at last. We put down $1000 deposit and then they never returned our calls, and the last time that happened (a long time ago) the company went under and took our $ with them. But soon they should arrive, and we will park across the street on the basketball court, all 4 cars. I think we are the last house on our road that doesn't have a paved driveway, but that is because we have had major problems with rain run-off flooding the garage (and the house). But these people say they can fix that, we will see..
All the flowers have the place looking pretty spiffy. The yard is unbelievably lush and it is all trimmed and mowed, including the back pasture. As you come along our road toward the house, the slick and sassy horses playing up in the green green field make it look like a post card. I'll see if I can post a photo here, lord willin' and the creek don't rise. I haven't taken many lately.
June 2nd I am flying to south Florida for a visit with my BFF who has been ill. I don't want to drop a lot of private information here, but I am so glad this has worked out. This huge country of ours makes staying together with friends and family a continuous challenge, and there is only so much we can do with phone calls and notes. Or Facebook for that matter. Which I still don't "get". The little I have seen it seems to be too cheerful (" you have new contacts !!") instead of saying, "there are other facebookers here that have too much time on their hands !" I don't understand how my name hops up for them to "friend" from where I worked before retirement. People I hardly spoke two words to when I saw them every day. It's one of life's puzzles.
I haven't knitted much lately,although I have a couple of works in process. I have been taking more naps in the afternoon than usual, and when I finish one I go upstairs for a while so the rest of the family won't forget my face. But I have to restrict how many times I go up and down the stairs if I want to be able, for instance, to go to the grocery store. All that will be do-able for a few weeks, as yesterday I got my once-every-three-months cortisone shot in my right knee. Damn the shot hurts, but gosh, the result is immediate. No limp! I'm good for at least 2 1/2 moonths. I DO NOT want a knee replacement. Right now I want to lose weight (Heath bar not withstanding) which should help the knee too. And I could utilize more of my closet, where the 200+ jeans and shirts languish. Of which I can wear MAYBE 25% of them on a good day. DD says she does the "bunny hop" to get into her tight jeans, where I am of the old school of laying down flat on the bed to zip. My hopping days are over, I feel. The jeans stretch out (love that spandex) after an hour or so, letting me draw deep breaths again. The modern day equivalent of a corset, I guess.
Usually I vaccinate the horses on Memorial day weekend, but it helps a lot if I actually order the vaccines ahead of then. More likely this will be a June effort, and it is easiest when the farrier comes to trim their feet, with them already brushed and and in the cross ties. The cost is far far lower than what the vet charges, I get it for $25 each and $25 dollars shipping (on ice), and it takes about 30 seconds per horse.
One of the horses has a wart-y growth in her ear. Her dam (mother) also had one, which spontaneously resolved after months of benign neglect. The reading I have done on the condition all agree that it is better left alone, as cutting them off, or freezing, etc. only serves to bring them back, bigger. The sources say only take extra care when haltering or putting on a bridle(as if), as the horse becomes head-shy sometimes. I don't know how I would tell, she's been head shy since day one. Literally. When she was born, I watched as she got to her feet and stood up and wobbled over to mom/s milk bar. When she was ready to lay down again, I went quietly in and did what the "horse imprinting" book suggested, touching her ears, running my hand over her, etc. The next day she wouldn't let me touch her, hiding behind Mom. It got worse day by day, until she had to be shipped off to a trainer's because she was so wild after weaning. He worked miracles on her, at last I could halter her, brush her, pick out her feet, etc. She went to him as a 3 year old to be broken to ride, and DH rode her a fair amount. I rode her Once. She is crazy as near as I can tell, and you watch, she will be the last to go. Her brother, a bay, two years older and out of a different stallion, isn't marked like a paint, but is a dream to handle. Unless he is in pain, but I give him a pass on that (stone embedded in his foot for instance).
Well enough horse lore, I doubt anyone has read this far. I still plan on shooting some photos to add here, so check back. It is back to bed now.
Bumper sticker of the day: "I've reached the age where 'happy hour' is a nap."
The paving company will be here Monday or Tuesday to pave the driveway and the parking area, at last. We put down $1000 deposit and then they never returned our calls, and the last time that happened (a long time ago) the company went under and took our $ with them. But soon they should arrive, and we will park across the street on the basketball court, all 4 cars. I think we are the last house on our road that doesn't have a paved driveway, but that is because we have had major problems with rain run-off flooding the garage (and the house). But these people say they can fix that, we will see..
All the flowers have the place looking pretty spiffy. The yard is unbelievably lush and it is all trimmed and mowed, including the back pasture. As you come along our road toward the house, the slick and sassy horses playing up in the green green field make it look like a post card. I'll see if I can post a photo here, lord willin' and the creek don't rise. I haven't taken many lately.
June 2nd I am flying to south Florida for a visit with my BFF who has been ill. I don't want to drop a lot of private information here, but I am so glad this has worked out. This huge country of ours makes staying together with friends and family a continuous challenge, and there is only so much we can do with phone calls and notes. Or Facebook for that matter. Which I still don't "get". The little I have seen it seems to be too cheerful (" you have new contacts !!") instead of saying, "there are other facebookers here that have too much time on their hands !" I don't understand how my name hops up for them to "friend" from where I worked before retirement. People I hardly spoke two words to when I saw them every day. It's one of life's puzzles.
I haven't knitted much lately,although I have a couple of works in process. I have been taking more naps in the afternoon than usual, and when I finish one I go upstairs for a while so the rest of the family won't forget my face. But I have to restrict how many times I go up and down the stairs if I want to be able, for instance, to go to the grocery store. All that will be do-able for a few weeks, as yesterday I got my once-every-three-months cortisone shot in my right knee. Damn the shot hurts, but gosh, the result is immediate. No limp! I'm good for at least 2 1/2 moonths. I DO NOT want a knee replacement. Right now I want to lose weight (Heath bar not withstanding) which should help the knee too. And I could utilize more of my closet, where the 200+ jeans and shirts languish. Of which I can wear MAYBE 25% of them on a good day. DD says she does the "bunny hop" to get into her tight jeans, where I am of the old school of laying down flat on the bed to zip. My hopping days are over, I feel. The jeans stretch out (love that spandex) after an hour or so, letting me draw deep breaths again. The modern day equivalent of a corset, I guess.
Usually I vaccinate the horses on Memorial day weekend, but it helps a lot if I actually order the vaccines ahead of then. More likely this will be a June effort, and it is easiest when the farrier comes to trim their feet, with them already brushed and and in the cross ties. The cost is far far lower than what the vet charges, I get it for $25 each and $25 dollars shipping (on ice), and it takes about 30 seconds per horse.
One of the horses has a wart-y growth in her ear. Her dam (mother) also had one, which spontaneously resolved after months of benign neglect. The reading I have done on the condition all agree that it is better left alone, as cutting them off, or freezing, etc. only serves to bring them back, bigger. The sources say only take extra care when haltering or putting on a bridle(as if), as the horse becomes head-shy sometimes. I don't know how I would tell, she's been head shy since day one. Literally. When she was born, I watched as she got to her feet and stood up and wobbled over to mom/s milk bar. When she was ready to lay down again, I went quietly in and did what the "horse imprinting" book suggested, touching her ears, running my hand over her, etc. The next day she wouldn't let me touch her, hiding behind Mom. It got worse day by day, until she had to be shipped off to a trainer's because she was so wild after weaning. He worked miracles on her, at last I could halter her, brush her, pick out her feet, etc. She went to him as a 3 year old to be broken to ride, and DH rode her a fair amount. I rode her Once. She is crazy as near as I can tell, and you watch, she will be the last to go. Her brother, a bay, two years older and out of a different stallion, isn't marked like a paint, but is a dream to handle. Unless he is in pain, but I give him a pass on that (stone embedded in his foot for instance).
Well enough horse lore, I doubt anyone has read this far. I still plan on shooting some photos to add here, so check back. It is back to bed now.
Bumper sticker of the day: "I've reached the age where 'happy hour' is a nap."
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Nighttime Ramblings
It is 12:15 am here and I am fighting off a really low feeling. I still get these even with my 4 anti-depressants, but they go away pretty quickly as a rule. But nighttime is the worst, I wake up from the dregs of a nightmare and there is nothing to distract me that I can do quietly except come here in my computer room. With a stink bug, brrrr. Still no sign of him, yet.
I have been getting emails from my former therapist. She moved out-of-state almost 1 year ago, and I really miss her. She set me up with a really nice therapist, but it isn't the same, and I stopped therapy for a while, if not permanently. The emails from H are really nice, and it is safe to say we communicate as friends rather than just therapist/client. But nothing beats face-to-face; I don't think Skype will replace actual encounters, other than for the most superficial purposes. Still, I may play with it, the MacBook has a built-in camera that makes me look like a plump Martian with a very wide nose. Truth will out.
Jim Butcher has a new Dresden files book due out at the end of this month which I have pre-ordered. I will force myself to leave it alone on my Kindle until my trip is underway, it should make the flight go faster. There is also another Odd Thomas book out in Dec., which is a long way from now. Unless I have the two books confused. It will be a surprise, anyway. I have to start my trip in Pittsburgh, about an hour's drive from here in WV. It leaves at 4:45 pm, so I will have plenty of time for cold feet to set in. But there is always Xanax just for this kind of anxiety.
This post has been written over most of the day, a little here and there. Soon it will be dinner time and I have just finished my nap. Oh well.
Bumper sticker for the day: "I've taken a vow of poverty. To annoy me, send money."
I have been getting emails from my former therapist. She moved out-of-state almost 1 year ago, and I really miss her. She set me up with a really nice therapist, but it isn't the same, and I stopped therapy for a while, if not permanently. The emails from H are really nice, and it is safe to say we communicate as friends rather than just therapist/client. But nothing beats face-to-face; I don't think Skype will replace actual encounters, other than for the most superficial purposes. Still, I may play with it, the MacBook has a built-in camera that makes me look like a plump Martian with a very wide nose. Truth will out.
Jim Butcher has a new Dresden files book due out at the end of this month which I have pre-ordered. I will force myself to leave it alone on my Kindle until my trip is underway, it should make the flight go faster. There is also another Odd Thomas book out in Dec., which is a long way from now. Unless I have the two books confused. It will be a surprise, anyway. I have to start my trip in Pittsburgh, about an hour's drive from here in WV. It leaves at 4:45 pm, so I will have plenty of time for cold feet to set in. But there is always Xanax just for this kind of anxiety.
This post has been written over most of the day, a little here and there. Soon it will be dinner time and I have just finished my nap. Oh well.
Bumper sticker for the day: "I've taken a vow of poverty. To annoy me, send money."
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Spring?
Just two weeks until I fly to Ft. Myers to see my friend for a couple of days. This is a busy time for us, doing all the spring maintenance and such, although having DS to help is a huge benefit. I told DH that having the property lines surveyed, the manure pile removed, the plantings around the house, a new driveway poured, will convince the neighbors that we are moving. But no, it is just maintenance/sprucing up and such.
I have a great new knitting project under way, but it will take me a while to get it done. I plan on starting it before going to FL, and taking it with me for times when my BFF needs to rest. I bought double the amount of yarn in the directions, so I won't run out. I would imagine it would be nice to do on the plane, but the needle/hook would probably be confiscated a security. Like a terrorist is going to be knitting up a little pair of baby booties while he waits to, I don't know, terrorize? " I've got knitting needles and I know how to use them!" I guess it isn't really funny to minimize the security part of flying these days. I'm just weird. The time we flew to San Diego, I left my boarding pass in the gray tub along with my jacket, etc., and as a result I got the "scan the entire body" even as I pointed at the pass right there in front pf us, on the opposite side of the glass. The people that fly all the time are so slick, whip off the shoes, computer in a pan by itself, carry-on on the belt, I feel like I am holding up hundreds of people as I fumble along. I am flying business class, and supposedly have an expedited security check point, we will see. I will try my best to do what is required without feeling pressured to do it faster. When I flew to San Diego 2 years ago, at our tiny little airport (2 gates) the security guy opened every bag and swiped them all for explosive residue. He did it in plain sight of all of us, on the opposite side of a glass window, If I had realized all my undies were going to be scrutinized by everyone on the plane I would have put them together in a ziplock bag. One woman with feminine products in her suitcase was mortified. Oh well, nothing that hasn't been seen before.
Back to bed, it is 4 am here, and writing in the blog is what I do when the insomnia strikes in the wee hours.
Bumper sticker for the day: "If things get worse I'll have to ask you to stop helping"
I have a great new knitting project under way, but it will take me a while to get it done. I plan on starting it before going to FL, and taking it with me for times when my BFF needs to rest. I bought double the amount of yarn in the directions, so I won't run out. I would imagine it would be nice to do on the plane, but the needle/hook would probably be confiscated a security. Like a terrorist is going to be knitting up a little pair of baby booties while he waits to, I don't know, terrorize? " I've got knitting needles and I know how to use them!" I guess it isn't really funny to minimize the security part of flying these days. I'm just weird. The time we flew to San Diego, I left my boarding pass in the gray tub along with my jacket, etc., and as a result I got the "scan the entire body" even as I pointed at the pass right there in front pf us, on the opposite side of the glass. The people that fly all the time are so slick, whip off the shoes, computer in a pan by itself, carry-on on the belt, I feel like I am holding up hundreds of people as I fumble along. I am flying business class, and supposedly have an expedited security check point, we will see. I will try my best to do what is required without feeling pressured to do it faster. When I flew to San Diego 2 years ago, at our tiny little airport (2 gates) the security guy opened every bag and swiped them all for explosive residue. He did it in plain sight of all of us, on the opposite side of a glass window, If I had realized all my undies were going to be scrutinized by everyone on the plane I would have put them together in a ziplock bag. One woman with feminine products in her suitcase was mortified. Oh well, nothing that hasn't been seen before.
Back to bed, it is 4 am here, and writing in the blog is what I do when the insomnia strikes in the wee hours.
Bumper sticker for the day: "If things get worse I'll have to ask you to stop helping"
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
playing with ketchup
I am booked on June 2nd to fly to Florida to see my BFF. The worst thing is, I have to fly out of Pittsburgh to get a non-stop flight, which frees me from having to change planes 3 times and be 12 hours getting there. The non-stop is a 2 hr 30 min flight, and I fly business class to assuage my claustrophobia. Pittsburgh is about an hour's drive from here, and my plane departs at a decent time, so DH won't have to spend an entire day getting me started on my journey. My return is June 6th, which also is my wedding anniversary, the 44th one. Not too late in the day, so that is OK.
My DS has been a huge help around the place. Yesterday he planted an arborvitae near the front steps. That will make it 4 times we've planted right there. First was honeysuckle, which grew like kudzu, and in season attracted about a million bees. Not that I have anything against bees you understand, but having to duck under the honeysuckle vines as well as the bees kinda made it interesting for visitors. Like Jehovah Witnesses. Next we planted an arborvitae and it too grew to majestic proportions and blocked the steps. Last of all we planted an evergreen (the type stumps me now) and the whole thing browned up. dropped all of its needles and died. So we have now planted a new arborvitae, max height 15 feet, max width 4 ft, and we planted further out from that corner. It better live, it was a 6 ft tree, and too much $$ to let it croak. We moved another browning off evergreen to a better location, I hope that helps. The 6 Canadian hemlocks that we bought from a guy selling them from the back of his truck, the whoe bunch for 20 bucks, freshly dug up out in the woods somewhere, have tripled or more in size and look to be on their way to true tree-dom. Go figure
I sent off my burgundy knitting swap package Friday, and although the swap will continue, I have decide to withdraw. It cost me around $30 each month ($10 of which was postage) and I can buy a lot of yarn with $30 a month. It was fun at first, but colors like burgundy were hard to find. I bought all mine online; they included a stuff sack, apron, mitt, potholders (these were hand knitted), a notebook with matching pen in burgundy ink, scissors, a travel mug with MOM written on it, and of course yarn. I am sure it will all be useful. And it cost too much, all my fault.
The farrier comes in June, so that will be the day the horses get vaccinated. Assuming I remember to order the vaccines. They are 25 dollars each, plus 25 dollars shipping and last time I didn't have the syringe on the needle tight enough and all of the vaccine sprayed out, so I had to order another dose. But it beats having the vet do it, as long as they are otherwise healthy. After they were trimmed and wormed (apple flavored!) we turned them loose in the upper pasture, and the farrier and his wife just stood and watched them as they kicked up their feet, galloped around tails up and snorting. I swear they know when they have an audience. They are 23 and 21 this year.
Gracious, this whole post is about money and how much I spent; I didn't mean to come across as so mercenary.
Bumper sticker for the day: "As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I am totally flexible."
My DS has been a huge help around the place. Yesterday he planted an arborvitae near the front steps. That will make it 4 times we've planted right there. First was honeysuckle, which grew like kudzu, and in season attracted about a million bees. Not that I have anything against bees you understand, but having to duck under the honeysuckle vines as well as the bees kinda made it interesting for visitors. Like Jehovah Witnesses. Next we planted an arborvitae and it too grew to majestic proportions and blocked the steps. Last of all we planted an evergreen (the type stumps me now) and the whole thing browned up. dropped all of its needles and died. So we have now planted a new arborvitae, max height 15 feet, max width 4 ft, and we planted further out from that corner. It better live, it was a 6 ft tree, and too much $$ to let it croak. We moved another browning off evergreen to a better location, I hope that helps. The 6 Canadian hemlocks that we bought from a guy selling them from the back of his truck, the whoe bunch for 20 bucks, freshly dug up out in the woods somewhere, have tripled or more in size and look to be on their way to true tree-dom. Go figure
I sent off my burgundy knitting swap package Friday, and although the swap will continue, I have decide to withdraw. It cost me around $30 each month ($10 of which was postage) and I can buy a lot of yarn with $30 a month. It was fun at first, but colors like burgundy were hard to find. I bought all mine online; they included a stuff sack, apron, mitt, potholders (these were hand knitted), a notebook with matching pen in burgundy ink, scissors, a travel mug with MOM written on it, and of course yarn. I am sure it will all be useful. And it cost too much, all my fault.
The farrier comes in June, so that will be the day the horses get vaccinated. Assuming I remember to order the vaccines. They are 25 dollars each, plus 25 dollars shipping and last time I didn't have the syringe on the needle tight enough and all of the vaccine sprayed out, so I had to order another dose. But it beats having the vet do it, as long as they are otherwise healthy. After they were trimmed and wormed (apple flavored!) we turned them loose in the upper pasture, and the farrier and his wife just stood and watched them as they kicked up their feet, galloped around tails up and snorting. I swear they know when they have an audience. They are 23 and 21 this year.
Gracious, this whole post is about money and how much I spent; I didn't mean to come across as so mercenary.
Bumper sticker for the day: "As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I am totally flexible."
Friday, May 09, 2014
Robert Bob
N's Brother died last night, and there is both sorrow and relief for N and his sister. Grief because he will not be around to lend his humor and insight with us, and relief that he passed quietly and with no pain, after so long. DH cannot go to KY without an 8 hour drive, but knows his back will take only so much, even sitting while DS drives. To fly takes even longer, as the routes are anything but straight forward; for example, there are 4 plane changes. DH turned 70 last month, and feels especially sad that his brother didn't make it that far.
This is a substitute for my bumper sticker for the day, as I am dieting and not getting anywhere. I see my GP doctor next week.
This is a substitute for my bumper sticker for the day, as I am dieting and not getting anywhere. I see my GP doctor next week.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Family
Bumper sticker of the day: "Life isn't tied with a bow . . . . but it's still a gift."
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
West Virginia Beauty
I'm tired today after a bad night of almost sleeping, but not really. I finally ended up on the couch, my bedroom was so stinky from a plumbing problem in my bathroom that was fixed (for now) but the memory lingers on. Owning a home is one long series of problems, it seems, now that our home is 35 years old. We have done all kinds of improvements and repairs over the years and I am tired of it all. However, there is no alternative for now. Readers that are longing for "a place of their own" are advised to think carefully about what they are taking on before mortgaging their life away.
I think I will try a nap, and see if that improves my outlook. To one and all, here and there, I am thinking of all the anguish you are dealing with, and hoping that all is resolved soon and for the best.
Peace.
Bumper sticker for the day: "Always be yourself because the people that matter don't mind ... and the ones that mind don't matter."
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Knock offs
I like to use looms to knit on, these are the round or narrow plastic looms with pegs on it that you wrap the yarn around. There are a couple of manufacturers of them, but if you look online or in looming books, the main ones used are "Knifty Knitters". I have read that the company that makes these (based in Provo Utah) was discontinuing them. So I have a set of the round looms, but I wanted to get a set of the long narrow ones, which a number of patterns call for. I went on eBay and found very few sets available, but there were a couple that were listed. I won the bid on one of them, not realizing until I went to PayPal to pay for them that they were located in China. I don't doubt that the Utah ones were actually made in China too. Anyway, it has been 2 months or so, and they arrived today in the mail, all held together in rubber bands and tissue paper inside a big bag that was tightly taped together. They look fine; but there is no name on them and the "how-to" instructions are without any brand name. I think I have inadvertently bought a knock-off. I have had a lot of opportunities over the years to buy name-brand merchandise at what had to be knock-off prices, and I never buy them; I feel it penalizes the original seller and causes them to raise prices to cover the costs of "outing" the pirates. That having been said, I can't think of anything to do to mitigate this error on my part. They may break down while still new, and that will be my penalty for not paying attention to this.
We have survived the last gasp of winter earlier this week, when we had a lovely snowfall. That is, it was the kind that sticks to the trees and leaves the roads clear. But along with it was a 25 degree low that night, and our jonquils, ready to bloom, froze, even though they were covered. Drat. Every fall we resolve to put in more bulbs than the bunch next to the steps, and every year we forget until spring, when everyone else has loads of flowers and we have 12 or so. If we don't plant bulbs this fall, then we probably won't even have that many. And to be really strange, it is time to mow now, and some of the neighbors have done that today. Strange weather.
The horses have been outside mostly this week. We have been unable to find a source for wood shavings to put in their stalls, and so they need to be out as long as the weather is not brutal. They have cover to go to where we feed them hay and grain, and although they don't have the brains to come in out of the rain, they could if they wanted to.
One of our neighbors recently got two beagle pups to train for hunting (what? I don't know. Rabbits?) and they are in a kennel with a dog house nearly all the time. When they see anyone - the kids playing, other dogs, etc. etc. - they bark. Not really bark; they howl. It is driving me crazy. The odd thing is, we borrowed the kennel when our Newfs were puppies, so the one-year old pup wouldn't get too rambunctious with the 10 week old one. We alternated who was in and who was out, and moved the kennel every couple of days to be in the shade and on un-trampled grass. We really appreciated the use of it, but the neighbor has yet to move the kennel to a fresh spot, and about half the time the pups have their doghouse upside down. I'd like it if they moved them to the back of their property, so the howling would be muffled somewhat, but I know that won't happen. And just so you know, our dogs have about one acre fenced and none of it near the neighbors, and they don't bark unless someone is in the driveway. If then.
Back to the laundry.
Bumper sticker of the day: "Wouldn't it be great if we could put ourselves in the dryer for 10 minutes and come out wrinkle free and three sizes smaller?"
P.S. I changed the font here, as I found the original too hard to read. I think I like this one, but I'll have to get used to it. What do you think?
We have survived the last gasp of winter earlier this week, when we had a lovely snowfall. That is, it was the kind that sticks to the trees and leaves the roads clear. But along with it was a 25 degree low that night, and our jonquils, ready to bloom, froze, even though they were covered. Drat. Every fall we resolve to put in more bulbs than the bunch next to the steps, and every year we forget until spring, when everyone else has loads of flowers and we have 12 or so. If we don't plant bulbs this fall, then we probably won't even have that many. And to be really strange, it is time to mow now, and some of the neighbors have done that today. Strange weather.
The horses have been outside mostly this week. We have been unable to find a source for wood shavings to put in their stalls, and so they need to be out as long as the weather is not brutal. They have cover to go to where we feed them hay and grain, and although they don't have the brains to come in out of the rain, they could if they wanted to.
One of our neighbors recently got two beagle pups to train for hunting (what? I don't know. Rabbits?) and they are in a kennel with a dog house nearly all the time. When they see anyone - the kids playing, other dogs, etc. etc. - they bark. Not really bark; they howl. It is driving me crazy. The odd thing is, we borrowed the kennel when our Newfs were puppies, so the one-year old pup wouldn't get too rambunctious with the 10 week old one. We alternated who was in and who was out, and moved the kennel every couple of days to be in the shade and on un-trampled grass. We really appreciated the use of it, but the neighbor has yet to move the kennel to a fresh spot, and about half the time the pups have their doghouse upside down. I'd like it if they moved them to the back of their property, so the howling would be muffled somewhat, but I know that won't happen. And just so you know, our dogs have about one acre fenced and none of it near the neighbors, and they don't bark unless someone is in the driveway. If then.
Back to the laundry.
Bumper sticker of the day: "Wouldn't it be great if we could put ourselves in the dryer for 10 minutes and come out wrinkle free and three sizes smaller?"
P.S. I changed the font here, as I found the original too hard to read. I think I like this one, but I'll have to get used to it. What do you think?
Sunday, April 06, 2014
Do you remember?
When all the girls had to wear skirts to school (no minis either)
When kids could ride their bikes home after school. Without helmets .
When no one warned kids of anything except "don't talk to strangers"
When milk cost $1 a gallon
When the Sunday comics were 4 pages long, both sides
Telephone party lines, and the guilty pleasure of eavesdropping
The automatic outward fling of the driver's right hand if there was a sudden stop and kids in the front seat (no seat belts or car seats)
Hand turn signals
Stop signs everywhere instead of traffic lights
When girls wearing shorts didn't have to decide whether to pull them down to cover their butt, up to cover their muffin top or just pick the seam out of their crack.
When you cashed your paycheck and put the money in envelopes for each bill to be paid.
Hula hoops, and the one the neighbor gave us. I bet it really wasn't too big for her son.
When bullies were a fact of life and you learned to avoid them at all times.
Remember when coffee cans opened with a metal key fastened to the bottom of the can?
When Bic pens left blobs of ink when you wrote with them
Some of these have hugely improved now, so no, I don't get too nostalgic for the old days.
Bumper Sticker for the day: "Yet, despite the look on my face, you're still talking."
When kids could ride their bikes home after school. Without helmets .
When no one warned kids of anything except "don't talk to strangers"
When milk cost $1 a gallon
When the Sunday comics were 4 pages long, both sides
Telephone party lines, and the guilty pleasure of eavesdropping
The automatic outward fling of the driver's right hand if there was a sudden stop and kids in the front seat (no seat belts or car seats)
Hand turn signals
Stop signs everywhere instead of traffic lights
When girls wearing shorts didn't have to decide whether to pull them down to cover their butt, up to cover their muffin top or just pick the seam out of their crack.
When you cashed your paycheck and put the money in envelopes for each bill to be paid.
Hula hoops, and the one the neighbor gave us. I bet it really wasn't too big for her son.
When bullies were a fact of life and you learned to avoid them at all times.
Remember when coffee cans opened with a metal key fastened to the bottom of the can?
When Bic pens left blobs of ink when you wrote with them
Some of these have hugely improved now, so no, I don't get too nostalgic for the old days.
Bumper Sticker for the day: "Yet, despite the look on my face, you're still talking."
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