60 just isn't what it used to be. My first born, Kim, turned 60 today and she's definitely not an old lady. She is a hard working, fun loving, smart and spirited woman. She really doesn't know what a treasure she is.
I remember being really frightened when I found out I was pregnant with her...I was only 17 years old. While in labor, I remember hearing women screaming and crying in the maternity ward which scared me even more but I never reached that degree of pain, thank heavens. Kim weighed in at 9 lbs. 8 oz. and I loved her even though I had worries about how I was going to enable her to survive. Dennis and I knew nothing about babies. Well, she survived and grew into a woman any parent would be proud to call their daughter.
Kim isn't happy about being 60. She thinks she's old. I say, live every day you're granted in this life and enjoy every moment you can. Too many never have the opportunity to be 60. And, if you're having fun, it matters not one little bit what your age happens to be!
Happy 60th, Kim, and wishes for many, many more!
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
Being Strong
Cindy posted something on Facebook this morning about how adversity makes us the strong person we are. So true! There aren't too many people who go through life on a cloud of perfection with no problems to overcome. We suffer through broken hearts, deaths, illnesses, and many other losses. If we come through these relatively intact, we are stronger for it.
The losses will affect us for the rest of our lives, though, and we'll be different people coming out than we were going in. If we have good character and common sense, the new us will be a tougher, better version of the old. If we are of weak character, we might take a path that will lead us down a darker road. It's always our personal choice in the end. Do we crawl up or do we allow ourselves to be dragged down?
There was a time in my life when I was so broken I thought I'd never recover. I remember that time vividly and it was only by a miracle that I survived it. And, yes, I came out stronger by far. It scares me sometimes to think how easy it would have been to give in and stop struggling. Adversity does tire us out.
I know some incredibly strong people who have survived much more than I have. I admire them immensely. It's surprising to see just what we human beings are capable of overcoming and maybe we don't give ourselves enough credit when we emerge from the fire. It is all uphill from then on because we had to have gained strength along the way. It will be harder to drag us back down from here on in.
Stay strong!
The losses will affect us for the rest of our lives, though, and we'll be different people coming out than we were going in. If we have good character and common sense, the new us will be a tougher, better version of the old. If we are of weak character, we might take a path that will lead us down a darker road. It's always our personal choice in the end. Do we crawl up or do we allow ourselves to be dragged down?
There was a time in my life when I was so broken I thought I'd never recover. I remember that time vividly and it was only by a miracle that I survived it. And, yes, I came out stronger by far. It scares me sometimes to think how easy it would have been to give in and stop struggling. Adversity does tire us out.
I know some incredibly strong people who have survived much more than I have. I admire them immensely. It's surprising to see just what we human beings are capable of overcoming and maybe we don't give ourselves enough credit when we emerge from the fire. It is all uphill from then on because we had to have gained strength along the way. It will be harder to drag us back down from here on in.
Stay strong!
Monday, May 28, 2018
Old Friends
I'm the worst person in the world when it comes to telephoning people. I'd rather e-mail or message on Facebook and it all stems from many years ago when I worked for Sears taking phone orders. I sat at a cubicle and had headphones attached to the plug-in. I always felt a little trapped and it was about that time that I developed my aversion to the phone. I don't at all mind receiving calls but I'm not fond of doing the calling myself.
Anyway, yesterday I received a call from an old friend (Peggy P) who I haven't seen in years. She was a good friend at 3W around the time we first bought our trailer there but her husband had health issues and they had to sell and go back home. I've seen Peggy off and on over the years, usually at 3W reunions but neither of us have been to one in a while. She and Roy live in Ontario but quite a ways from where I live.
It was lovely catching up and talking about the changes in our lives...Roy is still alive and kicking and about to celebrate his 80th birthday!
Then, today, an old friend from 3W called me, too...Barb M. She and her husband moved out of the park to live full time in another park not long after Dennis passed away. My fondest memory of Barb was the time I'd just gotten down to the park and discovered the people who cleaned my trailer for me hadn't bothered to clean the inside of the kitchen cupboards. This is a must because roaches can find their way inside those tin cans during the summer and I sure didn't want any trace of them in my cupboards.
I was outside talking to Barb and whining about how I now had to hurry up and wash the cupboards out before dark so I could put groceries in them. Barb went home and I went inside to start cleaning. As I was standing up on a chair cleaning the upper cupboards, I spotted Barb heading back to my trailer with a bucket in hand. She came in and worked right along with me to clean those darned cupboards and I never forgot her kindness. This is why I loved my park so much...the people were the best to be found anywhere and everyone looked out for everyone else. It's much the same now but so many of my old friends aren't there any more and I miss that a lot.
Barb even invited me to come and stay with her if I was ever stuck for a winter rental. How generous! I plan on selling my trailer this winter because I only want to be in Florida for 3 months and it's ridiculous for Shelley and John to be paying lot rent for 12 months. Life changes and I will, too.
I met some of the nicest people at 3W over the years and will always feel blessed that we came into each other's lives. Dennis and I bought our trailer in 2000 and it's brought 18 years of good times...only 5 years for Dennis but he loved the place!
Thank heavens there are people out there who still enjoy keeping in contact with old friends by giving them a call. I'm not one of them but I do love receiving their calls!
Anyway, yesterday I received a call from an old friend (Peggy P) who I haven't seen in years. She was a good friend at 3W around the time we first bought our trailer there but her husband had health issues and they had to sell and go back home. I've seen Peggy off and on over the years, usually at 3W reunions but neither of us have been to one in a while. She and Roy live in Ontario but quite a ways from where I live.
It was lovely catching up and talking about the changes in our lives...Roy is still alive and kicking and about to celebrate his 80th birthday!
Then, today, an old friend from 3W called me, too...Barb M. She and her husband moved out of the park to live full time in another park not long after Dennis passed away. My fondest memory of Barb was the time I'd just gotten down to the park and discovered the people who cleaned my trailer for me hadn't bothered to clean the inside of the kitchen cupboards. This is a must because roaches can find their way inside those tin cans during the summer and I sure didn't want any trace of them in my cupboards.
I was outside talking to Barb and whining about how I now had to hurry up and wash the cupboards out before dark so I could put groceries in them. Barb went home and I went inside to start cleaning. As I was standing up on a chair cleaning the upper cupboards, I spotted Barb heading back to my trailer with a bucket in hand. She came in and worked right along with me to clean those darned cupboards and I never forgot her kindness. This is why I loved my park so much...the people were the best to be found anywhere and everyone looked out for everyone else. It's much the same now but so many of my old friends aren't there any more and I miss that a lot.
Barb even invited me to come and stay with her if I was ever stuck for a winter rental. How generous! I plan on selling my trailer this winter because I only want to be in Florida for 3 months and it's ridiculous for Shelley and John to be paying lot rent for 12 months. Life changes and I will, too.
I met some of the nicest people at 3W over the years and will always feel blessed that we came into each other's lives. Dennis and I bought our trailer in 2000 and it's brought 18 years of good times...only 5 years for Dennis but he loved the place!
Thank heavens there are people out there who still enjoy keeping in contact with old friends by giving them a call. I'm not one of them but I do love receiving their calls!
Her Mercedes
Shelley's old car broke down while she was up here visiting in Canada so her husband went car shopping for her. She is now the proud owner of a 2016 Mercedes convertible. She said I can have it when she gets another car but I'm holding out for Nicole's little Miata convertible. Somehow I don't think I'll end up with either one! LOL!
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Cravings
It might be in the last year that I developed a craving for baked potatoes. Yes, not just a liking but a craving. I now rarely eat fries, much preferring the baked potato with butter and salt only.
Yesterday I went grocery shopping mainly because I was out of baking potatoes and got to wondering if alcoholics feel the same way I did. On the way home, I had pleasant visions of preparing my potato, washing and salting it before putting it in the microwave. I envisioned how tasty it would be when I cut it up and put butter on it. I salivated.
Is this how an alcoholic feels as they head home knowing they'll be having a nice cold drink poured lovingly over ice cubes?
I know I'm a saltaholic, always have been, and it's the salty taste of that baked potato that I crave. I also know that too much salt isn't good for you but then, too much of anything seems to bad for you, too.
I just wonder why I craved fries for most of my life and now easily gave up fries for that scrumptious baked potato?
Yesterday I went grocery shopping mainly because I was out of baking potatoes and got to wondering if alcoholics feel the same way I did. On the way home, I had pleasant visions of preparing my potato, washing and salting it before putting it in the microwave. I envisioned how tasty it would be when I cut it up and put butter on it. I salivated.
Is this how an alcoholic feels as they head home knowing they'll be having a nice cold drink poured lovingly over ice cubes?
I know I'm a saltaholic, always have been, and it's the salty taste of that baked potato that I crave. I also know that too much salt isn't good for you but then, too much of anything seems to bad for you, too.
I just wonder why I craved fries for most of my life and now easily gave up fries for that scrumptious baked potato?
Thursday, May 24, 2018
Why Canada Post Will Go Out of Business
Kim's Surprise 60th Birthday Party
A houseful of family and friends who love Kim dearly surprised her with a 60th birthday party last night. Pictures show most of the guests but I think I missed a few.
Happy 60th (on May 30th), my precious Kim!
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
My Balcony Garden
It's a good thing I don't put plants at the far end because the sparrows have built a nest there. It's cute to see how much of my asparagus fern they used for the nest. I'd hoped the Momma sparrow would keep the damned squirrel away but I've seen him twice now. I haven't seen any dug out plants, though, since I stuck some forks into them. Maybe he'll go somewhere else...I certainly hope so!
My niece's husband asked me if I miss all the gardens I had at my house and I honestly don't. It had gradually become too much for me to do the planting and weeding so my little balcony garden suits me just fine. I've learned what flourishes out there and tend to stick to pretty much the same plants each year, maybe changing the color.
I can't imagine how it would be to live out a Canadian summer with no live flowers to look at. When I see desert areas on T.V. I can't imagine what it would be like to live in a climate like that, either. I've had the best of home and Florida for the past 20 years where I could enjoy planting almost all year long. When that time ends, I'll settle for a few more house plants. Right now I have 3 African violets, 1 large orchid, and 2 mini orchids as house plants. They winter with Kim and Cindy. The orchids are blooming beautifully and the African violets should flower soon.
My home is very eclectic because I've surrounded myself with things I enjoy and not tried to follow a single theme. I have Chinese vases, carnival glass, my treasured Scandinavian teak end tables, leather sofa and chair, flower photos on the walls, and lots of color everywhere. I'm very pleased to say the only place there is clutter is on my computer desk. That has taken a while to accomplish but mainly took place when I moved into the apartment. I was determined not to load myself down with too much stuff.
My crafts did get a little out of hand but now, with my lovely new shelving, all is neatly stored and mostly out of sight. Now I can rest and enjoy!
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Mean, Rude People
Every so often you come across someone who is just mean spirited, hopefully just a stranger to you. I've come across a few from writing my blogs and commenting on Facebook so maybe I'm putting myself out there for the nasties to find.
One lady just blasted me for writing the details of my projects on my Swedish weaving blog instead of putting it all on Facebook. She thinks I'm getting rich on the blog but $70 in 6 months is hardly riches. The thing is that I don't write the blog for money...obviously! I write it to give and get information on our craft. Period.
I think there are more unhappy people out there now than there used to be and that's why we get road rage, adult temper tantrums, and unwarranted rudeness. I've learned it's best not to respond to nasty people because they truly are nothing in your life and don't deserve your attention or your time so I put my indignation to use by writing something on the blog to get my frustration out. Better than participating in an argument!
Faye once said about me that I don't argue and I had never noticed that before. I know I bitch but carrying on an actual argument is too uncomfortable for me and I prefer to walk away. Anyway, the blog today was more about wondering why some people just have to be nasty instead of nice and my conclusion is that nasties are sad people who are so full of unhappiness that they have to unload it on someone else sometimes. Just walk away.
One lady just blasted me for writing the details of my projects on my Swedish weaving blog instead of putting it all on Facebook. She thinks I'm getting rich on the blog but $70 in 6 months is hardly riches. The thing is that I don't write the blog for money...obviously! I write it to give and get information on our craft. Period.
I think there are more unhappy people out there now than there used to be and that's why we get road rage, adult temper tantrums, and unwarranted rudeness. I've learned it's best not to respond to nasty people because they truly are nothing in your life and don't deserve your attention or your time so I put my indignation to use by writing something on the blog to get my frustration out. Better than participating in an argument!
Faye once said about me that I don't argue and I had never noticed that before. I know I bitch but carrying on an actual argument is too uncomfortable for me and I prefer to walk away. Anyway, the blog today was more about wondering why some people just have to be nasty instead of nice and my conclusion is that nasties are sad people who are so full of unhappiness that they have to unload it on someone else sometimes. Just walk away.
Monday, May 21, 2018
Relationships
Some in-laws become friends, casual acquaintances, and sometimes not even friends. You are very lucky if you gain a lot of friends with your in-laws because you'll probably spend a lot of time with them over the years. Almost every one of my in-laws are friends so I'm very, very lucky. The few I'm not particularly fond of are not so bad, either. We're just not buddies. I'd say my in-law relationships are fairly healthy.
Nick remarried last year to a lady I adore. From the very beginning she was like a ray of sunshine, always smiling and always kind. Sometimes you get very lucky to have an in-law like her! We went plant shopping yesterday for their new house and it was so much fun. Being with a person like her makes your day.
We hit Costco first and got some magnificent planters full of beautiful flowers...they don't want to do much planting, especially this first year in their house. We did get some interesting grasses at Terra and they'll go in the front garden. Nick wants low or no maintenance so we abided by his wishes. I think Bev is a little more open to learning and looking after flowers but not this year.
I left their house feeling so good that Nick has found the love of his life and one who makes him so happy. Some people never find that kind of love so he's one lucky man. And Bev lucked out, too. She not only got a wonderful man like Nick but a whole family of in-laws who love her dearly!
Nick remarried last year to a lady I adore. From the very beginning she was like a ray of sunshine, always smiling and always kind. Sometimes you get very lucky to have an in-law like her! We went plant shopping yesterday for their new house and it was so much fun. Being with a person like her makes your day.
We hit Costco first and got some magnificent planters full of beautiful flowers...they don't want to do much planting, especially this first year in their house. We did get some interesting grasses at Terra and they'll go in the front garden. Nick wants low or no maintenance so we abided by his wishes. I think Bev is a little more open to learning and looking after flowers but not this year.
I left their house feeling so good that Nick has found the love of his life and one who makes him so happy. Some people never find that kind of love so he's one lucky man. And Bev lucked out, too. She not only got a wonderful man like Nick but a whole family of in-laws who love her dearly!
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Wondering Why
I saw a posting yesterday showing a honeycomb and the comment was how and why did someone get the idea to open up a bee's nest and taste it. Yes, just what would drive a person to do that?
There are lots of things I wonder about. Where did the idea of marriage come from? Have humans always been primarily heterosexual? Why did our ancestors travel across the ocean to dig into an inhospitable landscape and homestead? Was this a better alternative than staying home? Who thought to put vinegar on fries and potato chips? Who decided to build up instead of sideways or back? How did politicians convince the hard working public to hand over all their power and tax money to them? Who was the first person to open an oyster and eat the slime inside?
Human behaviour is another huge mystery. Why do we hurt the ones we love? Why do some work themselves to death and others refuse to work at all? What drives women to grow a big fat baby inside their tummy knowing it's going to have to come out of a small place and that's going to hurt like hell? Why do some people refuse to live by the social rules of their community? Why don't they live where their rules apply? Why do we take foreign language classes in elementary and high school when we'll almost never go anywhere we need to speak them? Why do some people crave adventure and others peace and quiet? Why did we create religions?
There are endless questions, many of which aren't important enough to dig for the answers...some with no answers. One thing for certain, the biggest question is why are we here? That is a question I really wish could be answered.
There are lots of things I wonder about. Where did the idea of marriage come from? Have humans always been primarily heterosexual? Why did our ancestors travel across the ocean to dig into an inhospitable landscape and homestead? Was this a better alternative than staying home? Who thought to put vinegar on fries and potato chips? Who decided to build up instead of sideways or back? How did politicians convince the hard working public to hand over all their power and tax money to them? Who was the first person to open an oyster and eat the slime inside?
Human behaviour is another huge mystery. Why do we hurt the ones we love? Why do some work themselves to death and others refuse to work at all? What drives women to grow a big fat baby inside their tummy knowing it's going to have to come out of a small place and that's going to hurt like hell? Why do some people refuse to live by the social rules of their community? Why don't they live where their rules apply? Why do we take foreign language classes in elementary and high school when we'll almost never go anywhere we need to speak them? Why do some people crave adventure and others peace and quiet? Why did we create religions?
There are endless questions, many of which aren't important enough to dig for the answers...some with no answers. One thing for certain, the biggest question is why are we here? That is a question I really wish could be answered.
Saturday, May 19, 2018
The Squirrel Came Back
I kept finding dirt dug out of my balcony planters and hoped it was the birds but, no, it was that same damn squirrel who climbed up 6 storeys of brick to get to my balcony!
I saw him early this morning and immediately went to chase him away and he reacted just like last time, showing aggression towards me. That is scary! I don't have much to chase him off with so I resorted to bug spray and that worked. I had hoped the little sparrow nest in the corner would mean any squirrel that showed up would be chased away by a horde of angry sparrows but it was silent out there...only me cursing at the squirrel.
I sure hope he wouldn't come near me when I'm sitting out on the balcony but he's aggressive enough to not be afraid of humans.
I saw him early this morning and immediately went to chase him away and he reacted just like last time, showing aggression towards me. That is scary! I don't have much to chase him off with so I resorted to bug spray and that worked. I had hoped the little sparrow nest in the corner would mean any squirrel that showed up would be chased away by a horde of angry sparrows but it was silent out there...only me cursing at the squirrel.
I sure hope he wouldn't come near me when I'm sitting out on the balcony but he's aggressive enough to not be afraid of humans.
You Gotta Love Harry
The royal family used Diana as a brood mare and they got more than they bargained for. Prince William, who will be the next king of England, is a new age man and Prince Harry is a national treasure whether they know it or not. Their mother must be smiling down on them.
The royal family have always been such a stodgy bunch until Diana's two boys came on the scene. William, the older brother, will make a great leader because he carries his mother's genes as well as his father's. Harry has been a treat to watch since he was a little madcap boy. Of course, the red hair should have warned us but he also had and has that sort of devilish smile.
When we found out that Harry had chosen an American actress, divorced, and half black heritage, I wanted to stand up and cheer. He may not have said it out loud, but he was letting the world know that he was his own man and he would be marrying a woman he loved and not one chosen for him. Meghan is a beautiful, accomplished woman in her own right and those two will change everyone's vision of the royal family.
To see Diana's boys with the women they've chosen to love, you know she didn't marry into the royal family in vain. She didn't get the life she deserved but she gave back so very much to the world with her charity work and with her two sons who will definitely carry on in her honor.
I've always thought the royal family were generally a useless group of people but I'm starting to think they might have actually developed into something worthwhile.
The royal family have always been such a stodgy bunch until Diana's two boys came on the scene. William, the older brother, will make a great leader because he carries his mother's genes as well as his father's. Harry has been a treat to watch since he was a little madcap boy. Of course, the red hair should have warned us but he also had and has that sort of devilish smile.
When we found out that Harry had chosen an American actress, divorced, and half black heritage, I wanted to stand up and cheer. He may not have said it out loud, but he was letting the world know that he was his own man and he would be marrying a woman he loved and not one chosen for him. Meghan is a beautiful, accomplished woman in her own right and those two will change everyone's vision of the royal family.
To see Diana's boys with the women they've chosen to love, you know she didn't marry into the royal family in vain. She didn't get the life she deserved but she gave back so very much to the world with her charity work and with her two sons who will definitely carry on in her honor.
I've always thought the royal family were generally a useless group of people but I'm starting to think they might have actually developed into something worthwhile.
Friday, May 18, 2018
Nervous About Getting a Cold
It never used to bother me much about being around people with a cold because, in my younger days, getting a cold meant about 3 days of discomfort if it happened at all. Nowadays, I'm really nervous about even getting a chill in case it turns into a cold. Being around someone with a cold is just not going to happen.
In my golden years, I don't recover so easily and my last bout with a simple cold actually lasted about a month. That is just too debilitating for an old lady to tolerate. My poor old body suffered enough to make me quite anemic because, when you have a cold, your appetite disappears. Old people can't bounce back like younger ones can.
As it stands, I will never again have a cold for more that 7 days without hiking myself to the doctor. If I'm in Florida, I'll put my life in Shelley's hands. I know I'm not the young, strong chick I once was.
In my golden years, I don't recover so easily and my last bout with a simple cold actually lasted about a month. That is just too debilitating for an old lady to tolerate. My poor old body suffered enough to make me quite anemic because, when you have a cold, your appetite disappears. Old people can't bounce back like younger ones can.
As it stands, I will never again have a cold for more that 7 days without hiking myself to the doctor. If I'm in Florida, I'll put my life in Shelley's hands. I know I'm not the young, strong chick I once was.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Hair
I love the hairstyle I've been sporting for about a year and I'm lucky enough to have a very good hair dresser in Florida and also one here at home. They are excellent at hair cutting but, unfortunately, neither can style my hair the way I like it. I've tried to explain until I'm blue in the face but now I just give up and let them do their amazing cut and crappy styling. Then I go home, soak my hair and restyle it myself.
I will not really complain about these wonderful hairdressers because the most important thing is the cut.
I will not really complain about these wonderful hairdressers because the most important thing is the cut.
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Wendy's Rules
Yesterday I went to Wendy's for a late lunch. It happens to be my favorite fast food restaurant mainly because I can get a baked potato there. They have some special where you get a bacon, cheese burger for $4 right now (in Canada) so I thought, since I'm forced to eat more meat these days, I'd get one but have them leave the bacon out. I don't know why I don't eat bacon because I love the smell and taste of it but this is one of my quirks I haven't figured out.
Anyway, I placed my order, asking for no bacon on the burger and was told they couldn't do that. I know my mouth dropped like a big bass because I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I asked why and the young clerk said she'd already gotten into trouble for doing it. I must have looked shocked because she went back and asked her manager if she could do it just this one time and he'she said okay...just this one time! I was incredulous and asked why. The girl mumbled something about the special being over (it wasn't...there were signs plastered all over the place) and some other nonsense so I just shut my mouth and finished with my order.
Am I wrong here or is this weird? I've heard jokes about people asking for a 2 egg omelet instead of the 3 egg omelet advertised and being told they couldn't have a 2 egg omelet. Kim once told me she ordered a small drink at Tim Hortons and was told she couldn't have it because only the medium and large cups had been delivered that morning and no small ones.
I think I have to e-mail Wendy's head office.
Update: I e-mailed their head office and explained what happened and immediately received a letter back from the franchise owner. He apologized and said anyone's request for something to not be included in their sandwich order should always be honored. He offered me a free meal coupon which I accepted. I knew I was in the right and I also knew that it's important to let the owner know when you have a problem with their business because that's the only way for them to be able to rectify a problem. This particular franchise owner owns 3 restaurants and relies on his managers to do right by the customers. If a manager isn't following company policy, it's up to the customers to let the owner know.
Anyway, I placed my order, asking for no bacon on the burger and was told they couldn't do that. I know my mouth dropped like a big bass because I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I asked why and the young clerk said she'd already gotten into trouble for doing it. I must have looked shocked because she went back and asked her manager if she could do it just this one time and he'she said okay...just this one time! I was incredulous and asked why. The girl mumbled something about the special being over (it wasn't...there were signs plastered all over the place) and some other nonsense so I just shut my mouth and finished with my order.
Am I wrong here or is this weird? I've heard jokes about people asking for a 2 egg omelet instead of the 3 egg omelet advertised and being told they couldn't have a 2 egg omelet. Kim once told me she ordered a small drink at Tim Hortons and was told she couldn't have it because only the medium and large cups had been delivered that morning and no small ones.
I think I have to e-mail Wendy's head office.
Update: I e-mailed their head office and explained what happened and immediately received a letter back from the franchise owner. He apologized and said anyone's request for something to not be included in their sandwich order should always be honored. He offered me a free meal coupon which I accepted. I knew I was in the right and I also knew that it's important to let the owner know when you have a problem with their business because that's the only way for them to be able to rectify a problem. This particular franchise owner owns 3 restaurants and relies on his managers to do right by the customers. If a manager isn't following company policy, it's up to the customers to let the owner know.
Monday, May 14, 2018
Fancy or Plain
I have never really enjoyed going to fancy, overpriced restaurants but that's where people take you when they want to treat you to something special. I always feel as though I'm out of my element and would be far happier at a "Wendys".
Nick, Bev, and Matt took me and Kim to a lovely new downtown restaurant that wasn't necessarily fancy but it sure was overpriced. The food was good with flavors I hadn't tasted before so that was nice, too. It was the company and not the overpriced restaurant that made me happiest, though. I love spending time with my babies!
Bev had been to Memphis on a business trip a few weeks back and Kim told her to bring me some gaudy Elvis gift so she did...an Elvis clock where the pendulum was his legs. I love it!!!! Someone could have bought me diamonds and I wouldn't have been as thrilled as I am over that clock!
This has been a beautiful weekend of gifts and family and I'm about as happy as I've ever been at any time in my life. The reason is simple. I have a loving family. I know this is a constant thread through my blog but that's just the way it is.
I talked to Shelley and part of the conversation was about my iron levels and she thinks my health problem is only anemia and I agree with her. I think I'm back to 100% of my normal strength and stamina thanks to the iron supplements and a better diet and that's a good thing. I have a lot more fun planned for the future and I'd hate to miss out on any of it.
Oh yes, I got a surprise as I was rearranging my craft supplies. I'm getting rid of almost all of my jewelry making supplies because that's a craft I now believe I won't do but I did keep a little bit of items to make bracelets. As I was discarding stuff, I found a big bag of what I thought was just jewelry boxes but it was heavy. When I opened the boxes, there were all kinds of gorgeous old rhinestone and sterling that I'd forgotten I even had. It pays to clean up once in a while! It will give me something to play on Ebay with.
I have been very lucky to have the time and energy to play with my passing interests in my old age. Life is good!
Nick, Bev, and Matt took me and Kim to a lovely new downtown restaurant that wasn't necessarily fancy but it sure was overpriced. The food was good with flavors I hadn't tasted before so that was nice, too. It was the company and not the overpriced restaurant that made me happiest, though. I love spending time with my babies!
Bev had been to Memphis on a business trip a few weeks back and Kim told her to bring me some gaudy Elvis gift so she did...an Elvis clock where the pendulum was his legs. I love it!!!! Someone could have bought me diamonds and I wouldn't have been as thrilled as I am over that clock!
This has been a beautiful weekend of gifts and family and I'm about as happy as I've ever been at any time in my life. The reason is simple. I have a loving family. I know this is a constant thread through my blog but that's just the way it is.
I talked to Shelley and part of the conversation was about my iron levels and she thinks my health problem is only anemia and I agree with her. I think I'm back to 100% of my normal strength and stamina thanks to the iron supplements and a better diet and that's a good thing. I have a lot more fun planned for the future and I'd hate to miss out on any of it.
Oh yes, I got a surprise as I was rearranging my craft supplies. I'm getting rid of almost all of my jewelry making supplies because that's a craft I now believe I won't do but I did keep a little bit of items to make bracelets. As I was discarding stuff, I found a big bag of what I thought was just jewelry boxes but it was heavy. When I opened the boxes, there were all kinds of gorgeous old rhinestone and sterling that I'd forgotten I even had. It pays to clean up once in a while! It will give me something to play on Ebay with.
I have been very lucky to have the time and energy to play with my passing interests in my old age. Life is good!
Sunday, May 13, 2018
Create Your Own
I happen to have a very close and loving family and I know how lucky I am. We are a social race of people, something like pack animals to tell the truth. We flourish when part of a group and wither as loners. But there is never a need to be a loner because we can create our own family or pack with people who just aren't our blood relatives. We can love them just the same and gain all the benefits of "family".
You need to choose carefully the pack you run with, though. Some are feral. To live a happy and useful life, fill your pack with kind and gentle people because they're the ones who will raise you up to your best potential. Just think what happens to people who choose to run with a criminal pack...what chance is there for them to become anything but criminals, too.
I remember trying to instill in my girls the understanding that you are known by the company you keep. That is not to mean you only associate with the elite because they're not necessarily good people. The right people to surround yourself with are those who want only the best for you.
I have family I've walked away from because they were harmful in some way. When I say "walk away" I mean I don't invest myself in their lives any more but I can still be polite to them when we happen to be together. That's all part of being civilized. I used to have a little clipping on the fridge door that said, "no-one can hurt you unless you let them", and I live by that. If someone hurts me one too many times, I can't allow them to continue to be close and I think that's a logical and sensible solution.
But I truly am blessed with good people in my life. My children top the list and I can't believe sometimes how lucky I am that they still love me after all the mistakes I made as a mother. I've always said that Dennis and I must have done something right all those years when we were raising our daughters because they are such special, wonderful women now.
So, gather together a good pack of people, whether they're blood relatives or not, because this is what we all need in order to live a happy life.
You need to choose carefully the pack you run with, though. Some are feral. To live a happy and useful life, fill your pack with kind and gentle people because they're the ones who will raise you up to your best potential. Just think what happens to people who choose to run with a criminal pack...what chance is there for them to become anything but criminals, too.
I remember trying to instill in my girls the understanding that you are known by the company you keep. That is not to mean you only associate with the elite because they're not necessarily good people. The right people to surround yourself with are those who want only the best for you.
I have family I've walked away from because they were harmful in some way. When I say "walk away" I mean I don't invest myself in their lives any more but I can still be polite to them when we happen to be together. That's all part of being civilized. I used to have a little clipping on the fridge door that said, "no-one can hurt you unless you let them", and I live by that. If someone hurts me one too many times, I can't allow them to continue to be close and I think that's a logical and sensible solution.
But I truly am blessed with good people in my life. My children top the list and I can't believe sometimes how lucky I am that they still love me after all the mistakes I made as a mother. I've always said that Dennis and I must have done something right all those years when we were raising our daughters because they are such special, wonderful women now.
So, gather together a good pack of people, whether they're blood relatives or not, because this is what we all need in order to live a happy life.
Saturday, May 12, 2018
Happy Mother's Day
I know other mothers might feel the same way but I really do have 3 of the most wonderful daughters that anyone could have been blessed with. Right now I'm sitting on my brand new desk chair thanks to Kim, Cindy, and Shelley!
I also was very happy to have Tyson come for a visit this morning. I don't get to see Cindy's kids as much as I do Kim's so it's such a treat to have him all to myself!
Another good thing today was getting the spare bedroom almost organized. The shelving is up thanks to Matt and Kim and it holds all of my yarn and monk's cloth plus a few more things on the top. I love it! There is still a little bit to organize but very little. I put all of the jewelry that I sell in the closet where, before, it was piled in a corner on the floor. The room is much too small to have stuff on the floor so now it looks fabulous...at least to me!
The above is how much stuff I needed to organize and the bare wall is the space I cleared for the shelving.
This is the spare room now and I'm very, very happy about how it turned out. I want to buy a white quilt with small red flowers for the bed so that it won't clash with the shelving.
It's amazing how good it feels to get yourself organized. I've been wanting that shelving for years but knew I'd need my family to put it together for me and I hate being dependent like that. I finally decided to forget about my pride and get the shelving. Kim and Matt put it together and I couldn't be happier.
Today my 2 girls (Shelley is in Florida) brought me this wonderful new desk chair for Mother's Day and they put it together for me, too.
I love my family!
I also was very happy to have Tyson come for a visit this morning. I don't get to see Cindy's kids as much as I do Kim's so it's such a treat to have him all to myself!
Another good thing today was getting the spare bedroom almost organized. The shelving is up thanks to Matt and Kim and it holds all of my yarn and monk's cloth plus a few more things on the top. I love it! There is still a little bit to organize but very little. I put all of the jewelry that I sell in the closet where, before, it was piled in a corner on the floor. The room is much too small to have stuff on the floor so now it looks fabulous...at least to me!
It's amazing how good it feels to get yourself organized. I've been wanting that shelving for years but knew I'd need my family to put it together for me and I hate being dependent like that. I finally decided to forget about my pride and get the shelving. Kim and Matt put it together and I couldn't be happier.
Today my 2 girls (Shelley is in Florida) brought me this wonderful new desk chair for Mother's Day and they put it together for me, too.
I love my family!
Friday, May 11, 2018
Why Is It So Hard To Understand?
I feel like I'm batting my head against a brick wall trying to get my family to understand that ALL lives matter. Does a black person's life matter more than mine because their ancestors were slaves? Some of mine might have been, too, because Irish slaves were brought to Canada.
Is a refugee's life more important than mine because some of their countrymen destroyed their country? Is a cop's life more valuable than mine because of his career choice? Tyson called us "blissfully white" and that irked me no end. Just as any other race, the white race had no choice in the shade of their skin. What about the white people who were attacked because of their skin color??
I am so sick of white people denigrating whites out of some kind of guilt. I never owned a slave for heaven's sake. I've never used the "N" word because it's foul. I've had my own struggles just as every other person on this earth has had and, if they were caused by ignorant people who held me back because of my sex or standing, then it's shame on them. When anyone overcomes something like that it is empowering.
Am I going to feel guilty because I was born white? Why should I? I don't feel guilty because I was born poor, either. I'm much more than that...and so is EVERYONE else.
Is a refugee's life more important than mine because some of their countrymen destroyed their country? Is a cop's life more valuable than mine because of his career choice? Tyson called us "blissfully white" and that irked me no end. Just as any other race, the white race had no choice in the shade of their skin. What about the white people who were attacked because of their skin color??
I am so sick of white people denigrating whites out of some kind of guilt. I never owned a slave for heaven's sake. I've never used the "N" word because it's foul. I've had my own struggles just as every other person on this earth has had and, if they were caused by ignorant people who held me back because of my sex or standing, then it's shame on them. When anyone overcomes something like that it is empowering.
Am I going to feel guilty because I was born white? Why should I? I don't feel guilty because I was born poor, either. I'm much more than that...and so is EVERYONE else.
Thursday, May 10, 2018
Words
We had a domino game at Cindy's last night and part of the conversation was about how mean words spoken by anyone against you can and will remain with you the rest of your life.
I can remember mean words from decades ago and, even if they don't hurt me now, I can still remember the slashing pain when they were spoken. It helps to keep in mind that anyone who would cut you like that has no place or prominence in your life. They should be thought of as dirty spots to be washed away and forgotten...at least diluted from their original strength.
Some cruel words might not have been meant as such but were taken that way. You can't undo the harm they caused so you'd better be very careful how you speak.
I can remember mean words from decades ago and, even if they don't hurt me now, I can still remember the slashing pain when they were spoken. It helps to keep in mind that anyone who would cut you like that has no place or prominence in your life. They should be thought of as dirty spots to be washed away and forgotten...at least diluted from their original strength.
Some cruel words might not have been meant as such but were taken that way. You can't undo the harm they caused so you'd better be very careful how you speak.
Tuesday, May 08, 2018
Another Woman Abuser Resigns
It always surprises me to see how many men who abuse women either sexually or physically make the news because I've personally known so few in my life. Of course, the more high profile abusers such as politicians make the news before a regular person would.
Looking back on my life, I remember only one man who I know beat his wife because I was unlucky enough to see it. I was maybe 10 years old and staying overnight at a friend's house when the beating began. My friend and her brothers were terrified of their father who was truly a bully to those kids. We huddled in our beds as their father, the man who should have been their protector and example for them to follow, screamed and dragged his wife back and forth through the house. It sounded like he raped her, also. I didn't see the rape but did see him dragging her as she cried and begged him to stop. What kind of man could do this?
I remember the next morning as he sat at the kitchen table eating a breakfast that his trembling wife made for him. He ordered the children to perform certain household chores before he would allow them to go outside...but then, when the chores were completed, changed his miserable mind and made them stay inside. I went home very thankful I didn't have to live like that.
I saw his wife many years later and barely recognized her. She had been a pretty woman in her 20's on that fateful night which I'm sure was not the only time that monster abused her. Twenty years later, she walked hunched like a very old lady.
Abuse happens to some women but I'm pretty certain the vast majority of men would never hit a woman, especially in today's world where women have become more empowered than they were way back in 1950.
I believe abusers choose their victims carefully, closing in on someone they know will allow themselves to be dominated. How sad for the human race.
Looking back on my life, I remember only one man who I know beat his wife because I was unlucky enough to see it. I was maybe 10 years old and staying overnight at a friend's house when the beating began. My friend and her brothers were terrified of their father who was truly a bully to those kids. We huddled in our beds as their father, the man who should have been their protector and example for them to follow, screamed and dragged his wife back and forth through the house. It sounded like he raped her, also. I didn't see the rape but did see him dragging her as she cried and begged him to stop. What kind of man could do this?
I remember the next morning as he sat at the kitchen table eating a breakfast that his trembling wife made for him. He ordered the children to perform certain household chores before he would allow them to go outside...but then, when the chores were completed, changed his miserable mind and made them stay inside. I went home very thankful I didn't have to live like that.
I saw his wife many years later and barely recognized her. She had been a pretty woman in her 20's on that fateful night which I'm sure was not the only time that monster abused her. Twenty years later, she walked hunched like a very old lady.
Abuse happens to some women but I'm pretty certain the vast majority of men would never hit a woman, especially in today's world where women have become more empowered than they were way back in 1950.
I believe abusers choose their victims carefully, closing in on someone they know will allow themselves to be dominated. How sad for the human race.
Monday, May 07, 2018
More Doctors Appointments
I look back fondly on the earlier days of my life when I would rarely have to see a doctor. I swear that, once they get their hands on you, you are stuck with them forever.
I'm having a follow-up appointment with the hematologist this afternoon to see if the iron supplement is working to raise my red blood cell count. I feel perfectly fine...nothing at all like the exhausted and weak person I was after battling two serious bouts of the cold...but I bet I'll be sent for more tests.
Cindy is going to meet me there and I think that's a good thing. She can be the person who is not nervous and anxious and sort of teed off at the whole procedure. I just don't understand why they can't see that a woman my age might suffer some health issues after being inundated with those 2 colds so close together but then, maybe not bounce back, but drag myself back a little slowly.
I don't want the catscan either because I don't trust it's accuracy. That's the test that showed a 3.5 cm cyst in my pancreas that a later MRI showed didn't exist. I can accept having a colonoscopy and endoscopy but not willingly. No matter what, this appointment today is not going to go well.
Apparently it takes about 3 months for an iron supplement to work properly in your body. I'm just hoping my bloodwork will show some improvement after 2 weeks!
Update: Well, there was a tiny improvement in most of the bloodwork and that's a happy surprise. We ended up cancelling the catscan unless it's needed later but making appointments for the colonoscopy and the endoscopy. Cindy met me there and then I took her and Don out for dinner.
I came home feeling hopeful.
I'm having a follow-up appointment with the hematologist this afternoon to see if the iron supplement is working to raise my red blood cell count. I feel perfectly fine...nothing at all like the exhausted and weak person I was after battling two serious bouts of the cold...but I bet I'll be sent for more tests.
Cindy is going to meet me there and I think that's a good thing. She can be the person who is not nervous and anxious and sort of teed off at the whole procedure. I just don't understand why they can't see that a woman my age might suffer some health issues after being inundated with those 2 colds so close together but then, maybe not bounce back, but drag myself back a little slowly.
I don't want the catscan either because I don't trust it's accuracy. That's the test that showed a 3.5 cm cyst in my pancreas that a later MRI showed didn't exist. I can accept having a colonoscopy and endoscopy but not willingly. No matter what, this appointment today is not going to go well.
Apparently it takes about 3 months for an iron supplement to work properly in your body. I'm just hoping my bloodwork will show some improvement after 2 weeks!
Update: Well, there was a tiny improvement in most of the bloodwork and that's a happy surprise. We ended up cancelling the catscan unless it's needed later but making appointments for the colonoscopy and the endoscopy. Cindy met me there and then I took her and Don out for dinner.
I came home feeling hopeful.
Sunday, May 06, 2018
IPL Photorejuvenation
I got a nice tax return this year and decided to do something nice for myself. I see my dermatologist twice a year for skin cancer maintenance but this winter I was not happy to notice how dark and large the brown spots on my face had become and decided this was the time to do something about it.
There are 5 sessions and the cost with tax was $1700 so it's not cheap but my face had started to look dirty and that, not wrinkles, is what spurred me to have the treatment.
Each session is about an hour long and the areas treated are zapped with what feels like rubber bands...not pleasant but doable. There is no breaking of the skin. I was told to take a couple of extra strength Tylenol before the treatment but don't know if they helped or not. The treatments are spaced about 3 weeks apart.
I was also warned that the first couple of treatments would darken the bad areas and they sure did. I look awful but they do cover up with make-up. I seldom wear make-up but I'll have to now until these brown areas lighten up!
Keep in mind that I'm not doing this to look younger but just to feel more presentable. There is one area on my left cheek that has darkened just too much and it almost covers that cheek. I don't like it at all. Again, this will do nothing for the wrinkles but I'm really hoping it will even out the skin tone.
Update: It took about 5 days for the affected dark skin to start flaking off. Not all of it has but it looks a bit more presentable than before. 4 treatments to go!
There are 5 sessions and the cost with tax was $1700 so it's not cheap but my face had started to look dirty and that, not wrinkles, is what spurred me to have the treatment.
Each session is about an hour long and the areas treated are zapped with what feels like rubber bands...not pleasant but doable. There is no breaking of the skin. I was told to take a couple of extra strength Tylenol before the treatment but don't know if they helped or not. The treatments are spaced about 3 weeks apart.
I was also warned that the first couple of treatments would darken the bad areas and they sure did. I look awful but they do cover up with make-up. I seldom wear make-up but I'll have to now until these brown areas lighten up!
Keep in mind that I'm not doing this to look younger but just to feel more presentable. There is one area on my left cheek that has darkened just too much and it almost covers that cheek. I don't like it at all. Again, this will do nothing for the wrinkles but I'm really hoping it will even out the skin tone.
Update: It took about 5 days for the affected dark skin to start flaking off. Not all of it has but it looks a bit more presentable than before. 4 treatments to go!
Saturday, May 05, 2018
The Bitch In Me
I think there's a little bit of the bitch in all of us...at least I hope I'm not in the minority because I really do want to be a nice person. Well, this morning my inner bitch said, "go do a load of laundry".
This all came about because of an incident last Saturday morning when I was also doing laundry. I don't usually do laundry on a Saturday morning because I know we have a few younger, working people in the building and I can do laundry any time of the week. But last Saturday was a bit different and I decided to start a load about 6:30 so I'd be done and out of the way of others about 8 A.M. We have a laundry room on each floor but only one washer and dryer in each of them.
Just as I was folding and hanging my last load, the laundry room door opened and a very angry middle aged woman started ranting at me. I have never seen her before so I'm assuming she's new in the building. She raved on about how she worked and needed to do laundry on a Saturday and how most of the rest of us tenants were seniors and didn't need that time slot. I foolishly tried to assure her that I rarely did my laundry on a Saturday but she remained angry and stormed away. From first being surprised, I then went to being angry at myself for trying to justify my laundry day to her. The laundry rooms here are for all of the tenants to use, even on a Saturday if that's what they choose. This woman was clearly out of line and I decided I would do a load of laundry this morning, too...Saturday morning.
Yes, the little bit of a bitch in me rose to the surface this morning and I'm not really happy I allowed it to happen but, once in a while some people need to be taught a lesson. Now to contain that mean little devil.
This all came about because of an incident last Saturday morning when I was also doing laundry. I don't usually do laundry on a Saturday morning because I know we have a few younger, working people in the building and I can do laundry any time of the week. But last Saturday was a bit different and I decided to start a load about 6:30 so I'd be done and out of the way of others about 8 A.M. We have a laundry room on each floor but only one washer and dryer in each of them.
Just as I was folding and hanging my last load, the laundry room door opened and a very angry middle aged woman started ranting at me. I have never seen her before so I'm assuming she's new in the building. She raved on about how she worked and needed to do laundry on a Saturday and how most of the rest of us tenants were seniors and didn't need that time slot. I foolishly tried to assure her that I rarely did my laundry on a Saturday but she remained angry and stormed away. From first being surprised, I then went to being angry at myself for trying to justify my laundry day to her. The laundry rooms here are for all of the tenants to use, even on a Saturday if that's what they choose. This woman was clearly out of line and I decided I would do a load of laundry this morning, too...Saturday morning.
Yes, the little bit of a bitch in me rose to the surface this morning and I'm not really happy I allowed it to happen but, once in a while some people need to be taught a lesson. Now to contain that mean little devil.
Friday, May 04, 2018
Culture Appropriation
There is a big to-do on the internet about how a young woman wore an Asian dress to her prom and that somehow insulted their culture. Why do some people look for things to be offended by? Asian people wear thug attire and the thugs don't become offended. Asian people wear western clothes and we don't become offended. I don't get it.
I keep seeing jokes about how easily offended people have become and it's really kind of silly. Things that should offend you, like murder and torture, get less press time than what this young lady has gotten because of a dress she chose to wear.
I think we just might be becoming a society of sissies, concentrating on what doesn't matter and ignoring the bigger picture because it's too hot to handle. When we see photos of young soldiers in combat attire trudging through jungles and then hear how some colleges want crying rooms for the students, it makes you see that our society is running a little off the rails.
Of course, I hate the idea of a young person going to war and I think a young person with emotional problems would do better going for a walk in nature but many won't agree with me.
Back to the dress. I'm one who loves all things Asian because they are beautiful. The young lady who wore the dress must have thought so, too, and it's a compliment to the Asian culture that she chose to wear it. No-one should feel offended because no offense was ever meant.
I keep seeing jokes about how easily offended people have become and it's really kind of silly. Things that should offend you, like murder and torture, get less press time than what this young lady has gotten because of a dress she chose to wear.
I think we just might be becoming a society of sissies, concentrating on what doesn't matter and ignoring the bigger picture because it's too hot to handle. When we see photos of young soldiers in combat attire trudging through jungles and then hear how some colleges want crying rooms for the students, it makes you see that our society is running a little off the rails.
Of course, I hate the idea of a young person going to war and I think a young person with emotional problems would do better going for a walk in nature but many won't agree with me.
Back to the dress. I'm one who loves all things Asian because they are beautiful. The young lady who wore the dress must have thought so, too, and it's a compliment to the Asian culture that she chose to wear it. No-one should feel offended because no offense was ever meant.
Thursday, May 03, 2018
The World Is Still Turning
I've been so focused on my health issues that I've barely glanced at the world situation lately. Apparently life, death, and taxes continue no matter what you're focused on. Too much news time is still being wasted on Trump's ex-mistresses. Who cares?? Wars are still ravaging many countries and we seem unable to stop the mayhem. This has been going on forever and doesn't seem to have slowed as of today. People still fight and kill over greed and religion even if it means they destroy their country in the process.
I'm always trying to figure out why we're here. Are we an experiment and we've failed or are we entertainment for some super race that dumped the worst of the human race here on earth because we couldn't stop fighting and killing each other? Since wars have been waged from as far back in earth's history a we can go, we are a ferocious race that doesn't seem to get better over time...and lots of it.
We Canadians like to think we're a nicely socialized population and we are for the most part. There are social rules we try to abide by but many or most of us still like to break those rules. If I was living in one of those horrible wore torn countries, I'd still prefer to come and live in Canada, though. We may have our faults but this is still a darned good country to live in.
Yes, the world keeps on turning no matter where we are or what we're doing. Wars are waged and babies are born. Careers are begun and funerals are held. Now, if only each new generation would arise with gentler genes.
I'm always trying to figure out why we're here. Are we an experiment and we've failed or are we entertainment for some super race that dumped the worst of the human race here on earth because we couldn't stop fighting and killing each other? Since wars have been waged from as far back in earth's history a we can go, we are a ferocious race that doesn't seem to get better over time...and lots of it.
We Canadians like to think we're a nicely socialized population and we are for the most part. There are social rules we try to abide by but many or most of us still like to break those rules. If I was living in one of those horrible wore torn countries, I'd still prefer to come and live in Canada, though. We may have our faults but this is still a darned good country to live in.
Yes, the world keeps on turning no matter where we are or what we're doing. Wars are waged and babies are born. Careers are begun and funerals are held. Now, if only each new generation would arise with gentler genes.
Wednesday, May 02, 2018
Feeling Good
I'm pretty much back to feeling the wonderful way I usually feel but I see my family doctor today for a regular check-up. I hope he sees what I see. Then I have an appointment with the hematologist on Monday and I'm going to tell him I don't want to be sent for any tests...he is planning on me having a catscan because he didn't know what was wrong with me. I feel just about my normal self and I don't see why a woman my age needs to take time out of my life for tests. Of course, my innards aren't perfect...I'm 77 years old, for heaven's sake. But, if I'm feeling good, happy, and productive, shouldn't I just be left alone by doctors?? My worry is that the hematologist will dump me as a patient if I refuse to do his tests. Since I have CLL in a mild form but it could become a problem, I don't want to be dumped. But I also don't want to take any more tests so we'll just have to see how this all turns out.
The most important thing is that I'm feeling darned good! This could be from the iron supplement which I'm hoping is strengthening my red blood cells and I will continue with it until told I don't need it. But, no more tests, thank you!
Update: I may feel good but my doctor thinks I'm bleeding internally...extremely low iron count...and wants me to have a colonoscopy and an endoscopy. So much for refusing any more tests! I'm at a loss right now wondering what I should do but I won't make any decisions until I see the hematologist on Monday.
The most important thing is that I'm feeling darned good! This could be from the iron supplement which I'm hoping is strengthening my red blood cells and I will continue with it until told I don't need it. But, no more tests, thank you!
Update: I may feel good but my doctor thinks I'm bleeding internally...extremely low iron count...and wants me to have a colonoscopy and an endoscopy. So much for refusing any more tests! I'm at a loss right now wondering what I should do but I won't make any decisions until I see the hematologist on Monday.
Tuesday, May 01, 2018
Squirrel on the Balcony
I'm on the 6th floor of my building but I knew squirrels could come up that high because my neighbor on the 8th floor had a squirrel's nest on her balcony. I've seen squirrels running around on a brick wall so I knew they would be able to just walk up as high as they wanted. So I wasn't really shocked when I saw a squirrel on my balcony yesterday, just angry. I hate squirrels.
I opened the screen door to try to chase it away but it was aggressive and actually jumped toward me. What is it with aggressive squirrels these days...even moving into a lady's trailer at the park! Anyway, I had nothing to throw at the damned squirrel but some hot chocolate Keurig cups I didn't like but that seemed to do the trick. Knowing their habits, though, it will come back.
This morning I checked to see if there was a nest at the end of the balcony where I haven't cleaned up from winter yet but there was nothing there. I plan on buying a spray to deter squirrels.
And now another thought. I live right next to a beautiful ravine that offers lovely scenery but I know that critters must live in there, too. Apparently we have a rat infestation in my city and I'm thinking, if a squirrel that is a rodent can walk up the wall to my 6th floor balcony, so can a rat. I'm not happy and can't wait to buy that squirrel repellent.
I opened the screen door to try to chase it away but it was aggressive and actually jumped toward me. What is it with aggressive squirrels these days...even moving into a lady's trailer at the park! Anyway, I had nothing to throw at the damned squirrel but some hot chocolate Keurig cups I didn't like but that seemed to do the trick. Knowing their habits, though, it will come back.
This morning I checked to see if there was a nest at the end of the balcony where I haven't cleaned up from winter yet but there was nothing there. I plan on buying a spray to deter squirrels.
And now another thought. I live right next to a beautiful ravine that offers lovely scenery but I know that critters must live in there, too. Apparently we have a rat infestation in my city and I'm thinking, if a squirrel that is a rodent can walk up the wall to my 6th floor balcony, so can a rat. I'm not happy and can't wait to buy that squirrel repellent.
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