I looked at the calendar just now and January is almost gone. 3 days until the anniversary of my husband's demise. This date coincides nicely with the Super Moon which I want to try to stay awake to see. Then one
day to whip out the goodies for Addie's open house 90th birthday at the church, which is Saturday which is no longer January. From here it is down hill through tax time, spring cleaning and garden planting, into the hot summer, through the fall and ito the freezing cold winter so I can start moaning about the lack of Christ in Christmas and then start the whole thing over again.
Many years ago I was into doing a lot of hand embroidery and made several cute little pictures that hung in the bathroom in little brown frames. They were called Thumbprints and a little sheep looking thing said "Ewe's not fat, ewe's fluffy." The little thumbprint then looked like a woman on top of a hill and said "When you are over the hill. you pick up speed." My favorite was the thumbprint with the confused look on it's face that said "Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most." That little collection seemed to mirror my life so I threw the whole bunch in the Goodwill box and never looked back. I am now rethinking all of that!
The wise saying about being fluffy still holds true, although the fluffs now have wrinkles in them. The picking up speed is almost scary. If there was a policeman in charge of time marching on, I am pretty sure I would be ticketed every day as time whizzes past me. And as for the mind being gone, it is not so much gone as just out to lunch a lot of time. Some one asked for my phone number the other day and I drew a complete blank. "How in the hell do I know. I never call it. There is no one home." I did, however, manage to recall the sequence of digits. I have only had the same number for 31 years.
Most of my day is spent running either upstairs and wondering why I came up here, or going back down the stairs only to remember what I went up there for in the first place. After a few of these marathons sprints, I usually set down in my recliner and the cat jumps up on me and holds me down. Since I am captive at that point, I usually fall asleep. How long I sleep is a matter of whether or not a car passes by up on the road causing the dogs to unleash a flurry of barking in an attempt to scare it away which always works, hence the term "car passes by." God help them if they are heading for my house and come up the drive because they will be licked to death! But barking is apparently very important to them.
Now I do not want to make you think that all I do all day is sleep, because that is far from the way it is. I do have my little ebay business and it keeps me busy listing things to sell, making things to sell, photographing things to sell, selling things I sell, packaging the things I sold and then running to the post office with my parcels. Anyone who is privy to my operation is amazed that I know where anything is. Me too! I have lost a coral and turquoise ring some where between the roof and the basement, I think.
And I do manage to do a little volunteer work sometimes. And of course visiting. Going to have lunch on Friday with my friends Renate and Val. Have not decided where yet, but I am sure we will. Oh, and I need to get the oil changed and the tires rotated. I need to pick up a bale of straw so I can clean the goose house, but may put that off until Spring. I do need to get down in the basement and dig out that box of old Playboy's and get them listed. Pretty sure I am not going to read them. I am pretty sure the garden is going to be taken care of by my friend, Richard, this year. He plants, weeds, waters, and harvests and I eat it. Well, some of it anyway. I told him I have the dirt and that is all of my involvement in this little venture.
And now I have rambled on for a full page and said absolutely nothing. This, dear friends, is the story of my life!
day to whip out the goodies for Addie's open house 90th birthday at the church, which is Saturday which is no longer January. From here it is down hill through tax time, spring cleaning and garden planting, into the hot summer, through the fall and ito the freezing cold winter so I can start moaning about the lack of Christ in Christmas and then start the whole thing over again.
Many years ago I was into doing a lot of hand embroidery and made several cute little pictures that hung in the bathroom in little brown frames. They were called Thumbprints and a little sheep looking thing said "Ewe's not fat, ewe's fluffy." The little thumbprint then looked like a woman on top of a hill and said "When you are over the hill. you pick up speed." My favorite was the thumbprint with the confused look on it's face that said "Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most." That little collection seemed to mirror my life so I threw the whole bunch in the Goodwill box and never looked back. I am now rethinking all of that!
The wise saying about being fluffy still holds true, although the fluffs now have wrinkles in them. The picking up speed is almost scary. If there was a policeman in charge of time marching on, I am pretty sure I would be ticketed every day as time whizzes past me. And as for the mind being gone, it is not so much gone as just out to lunch a lot of time. Some one asked for my phone number the other day and I drew a complete blank. "How in the hell do I know. I never call it. There is no one home." I did, however, manage to recall the sequence of digits. I have only had the same number for 31 years.
Most of my day is spent running either upstairs and wondering why I came up here, or going back down the stairs only to remember what I went up there for in the first place. After a few of these marathons sprints, I usually set down in my recliner and the cat jumps up on me and holds me down. Since I am captive at that point, I usually fall asleep. How long I sleep is a matter of whether or not a car passes by up on the road causing the dogs to unleash a flurry of barking in an attempt to scare it away which always works, hence the term "car passes by." God help them if they are heading for my house and come up the drive because they will be licked to death! But barking is apparently very important to them.
Now I do not want to make you think that all I do all day is sleep, because that is far from the way it is. I do have my little ebay business and it keeps me busy listing things to sell, making things to sell, photographing things to sell, selling things I sell, packaging the things I sold and then running to the post office with my parcels. Anyone who is privy to my operation is amazed that I know where anything is. Me too! I have lost a coral and turquoise ring some where between the roof and the basement, I think.
And I do manage to do a little volunteer work sometimes. And of course visiting. Going to have lunch on Friday with my friends Renate and Val. Have not decided where yet, but I am sure we will. Oh, and I need to get the oil changed and the tires rotated. I need to pick up a bale of straw so I can clean the goose house, but may put that off until Spring. I do need to get down in the basement and dig out that box of old Playboy's and get them listed. Pretty sure I am not going to read them. I am pretty sure the garden is going to be taken care of by my friend, Richard, this year. He plants, weeds, waters, and harvests and I eat it. Well, some of it anyway. I told him I have the dirt and that is all of my involvement in this little venture.
And now I have rambled on for a full page and said absolutely nothing. This, dear friends, is the story of my life!
