Friday, August 19, 2016

The Art of Wasting Time

The Art of Wasting Time

The light came on, but no one was home when I was in Algebra class back in 1943. When something doesn't make sense it probably isn't very important anyway I rationalized; so I flunked it. Why should one cram something so abstract into the brain of a 15-year-old, and require them to take it a second year, which I barely passed? Wouldn't my time have been better spent learning something I had more of a flair for?

Oh well. It's all history now. Speaking of that, I didn't score very well in History either.

I sit here day after day looking at my four walls. Better than a prison cell. At least I can go some place if I want to. Most of the places I go to, I don't really want to. Such as the physical Therapy place.

Such a waste of my time. It's supposed to be for my own good, but it's really for their own good. They get a paycheck to tell me to swing my right leg to the right to the count of 15 and then they ask questions of how your day is and what do I do for fun. I can't multitask that well.

The first thing I do is sit on a huge machine and push the pedals to the medal for 20 minutes. They add more minutes every time I go. Enough is enough! These machines face huge windows and we face the bright sun. They have no shades for the windows. They thought I was brilliant when I whipped out a pair of those little shades the eye doctor gives you to slide behind your glasses. I had it stored in my bra. They thought that was brilliant too.

I also waste time going to the mailbox which is located in front of my house. All I ever find in that box is a useless piece of paper which goes directly in my trash can, but the postal service is required to deliver it.

This is the way I see it.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Funny, Isn't it?

Funny how twenty dollars looks like a lot of money when we're about to make a donation to charity, but it looks so small when we buy bread and milk.

Funny how long an hour of time feels when we're in church, but how short it seems when we're playing a game.

Funny how we hate cutting the grass but look forward to shopping and walking all over creation to buy a few things.

Funny how we watch our weight by washing down our hamburger and fries with a diet Pepsi .

Funny how we speed up to get to the next stop light sooner.

Funny how we can comprehend novels that are 500 pages long, but can't seem to figure out how to transfer photos from the laptop to the Cell Phone.

Funny how we can't think of anything to say when we pray, but can gab non-stop for hours when talking to a friend.

Funny how it takes hours of planning to go take care of a business problem, but when a friend calls and wants to eat out, it only takes two minutes to get ready.

Funny how this list could go on and on, but suddenly you have a case of brain freeze. 

Funny how when you're looking for a bathroom, there isn't one to be found.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

I'm On the Waiting List

I'm on the waiting list. I sit in more waiting rooms waiting for the sound of my name. I have nothing to do but wait. So wait it is. Waiting for the bank to clear up the fraud on my account. Waiting for the tomato to get ripe so I can pick it. Waiting to turn one year older. Speaking of that here are a couple of reminders of how old I am and how losing weight is also on the waiting list. 
I'm waiting for visitors from Tacoma so I'm killing time and waiting and waiting for my memory to kick in.

And Wishing

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

My Aching Back

The medical world is the busiest place in the world. I called for an appointment with my doctor, but he was booked up so they asked if I would mind seeing the PA (whatever that stands for) Physician Assistant? Physician Apprentice ? I think it means they are just as good as a doctor but don't get paid as much.
There must be a need for more Physical Therapists because I have waited for nearly a week to get set up with an appointment after the doctor requested it. I finally get impatient and call them. At least I didn't get a menu of options, Heather answered the phone and was very helpful. She said a couple of their therapist are on vacation and I can't get in until August 1st. That's okay with me, at least now I know I am on the waiting list.
The doctor said my back went out because my front went out. Nah, he didn't really say that I figured it out myself. I was able to lose a bunch of weight. It was the only good thing that came out of having Shingles, but I don't recommend Shingles. It took away the aching back except when I use a vacuum cleaner. Why can't they make a riding vacuum cleaner? Anyway, I'm not seeing the PT about my back. I now have leg a problem with walking being the main problem. What else do you do with your legs? 

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Front Porch Scenes

Home Sweet Home
Yours truly in the glamorous pose with the little sister, Carol,
Hollis and Bennie are my little brothers,
An early day photo showing my late husband posing on the front row.
 He was visiting his sister and family.
My favorite flower.
My oldest brother, Cecil and myself.

Kay Anthony now, (Niece)

Us Lockwoods in 1944. 

Friday, June 17, 2016

A Cat Tale

My Name is Sassy LeMassy

I volunteered to foster a cat while her owner is recuperating from an illness.
The person passed away from her illness and I inherited a cat which I named Sassy LeMassy. I know very little about cats, but I am learning. She is a neat one, constantly grooming herself. She seems to be very happy except when I want to take a nap or at 4 AM. She lets me know that she is not going to accept that kind of behavior by clawing at my toes. She lets me do almost everything else as long as I stay awake while I’m doing it. If she doesn’t knock it off, she is going to have to move on. I now have a peeping Tom. A big gray cat sits on my outside window sill and stares at her.
It is now many months later and I have learned a lot about cats or maybe I should say 'this one'.
If I reject her offer to sit on my lap she thinks she is punishing me by taking a day-long nap. Little does she know I love it. Now I can knit in peace or browse the internet or read or whatever I want.
She can hear a car drive in the driveway and heads for her safe place under a bed. Sometimes late in the evening she makes a mad dash for a bedroom and it scares the bejibbers out of me. When coming to see me after dark call first because I do not open my door after dark because it might be the boogie-man.
When it's her dinner hour she never lets me forget it. I recognize my dinner hour as well. When I'm opening the can of food for her she winds herself around my legs. She never does it otherwise and I wish she would stop it.
They may be very short, but they know exactly what you're doing. You can't sneak too many things past a cat.
I have an attached garage with a door to the utility room. When I first got her
I accidentally closed the door to the garage not knowing she was out there. She must have been out there all of ten minutes before I realized it. She has not offered to go in the garage again from that day to this. What was ten minutes to me must have been ten days to her.
I have a fenced back yard and I let her go out there because she loves it. I know cats can climb over a fence or even a house if they want to, but she is pretty content with staying in the yard. One day recently she decided to go exploring and I thought I had lost her forever. She was gone for an hour and I was in tears and very upset with myself. Finally, she came strolling in the back door as though it was just another day at the park.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Many Years Ago

The front porch steps is a great place.
Molly, Emily, Laura and Katie.
Mel, Karen and Kenny
Cora, Deena and Anthony AKA AJ.
Laura, Emily, Molly and Katie
Emily's arm in a cast. 

This is a very old photo of Sadie and me. She thought she was a lap dog.
She belonged to the grandkids. Of course, she is no longer with us. It's a great life. I still haven't struck it rich, but there may still be enough time. I've reached a ripe old age and still feeling fine. 
 Molly and Emily
That's all folks.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

A Few of My Early Days

This was our old farm house that we lived in.
This picture was taken years after the event. 

A Few of Early Days

The family included my parents, my three brothers, myself and a baby sister
 moved from Oklahoma to Colorado during the Depression because it was getting so difficult making ends meet with our farming. My maternal grandparents lived in Colorado and encouraged us to move there. It was decided my father could probably find work there. It was 1935, work was in short supply. We had a sale and sold farm equipment and livestock, and only God knows what else, but we got rid of it. Grandpa didn’t want to go or maybe he wouldn’t fit in the car so he stayed home to tend to the dog.

I was a kid so don’t expect me to remember exactly how this went, but I think it was prearranged that my Uncle Vincent, who lived in another city would come and get Gramps and the dog, and take them home to live with him because that is what ended up happening. Except Uncle Vincent didn’t want a dog in his life so the dog was left there to starve to death. Yes, I know it’s cold, barbaric and cruel, but it’s exactly what happened, and I never got over it. A neighbor later told us about hearing the dog howling for days until it finally died from starvation. The neighbor didn't want a dog either.

One day we loaded up the 192? Model A sedan with the crank hole in the front 
of it, and attached a four wheel trailer behind, loaded to the hilt. Mama, Daddy and baby girl were in the front seat, and me and three brothers on the back seat. I say ‘on’ because we were on the edge of the seat because this trip had been planned and talked about for months. We were expecting something truly exciting and breath-taking. 
We went cruising down the highway without a care in the world. Mama and Daddy both liked to sing, so they sang for the first 20 miles or so. You would have thought we were going on a million mile trip, but when you can get to the Panhandle of Oklahoma, it’s just across the fence.

We made occasional stops along the way to get gas or we stopped in a town to buy bread and lunch meat for sandwiches because we ate our meals out of the car. Sometimes we just stopped so Daddy could stretch his legs as he was the only driver. Everyone jumped out of the car to stretch their legs. Daddy always reminded us to get back in the car because we needed to keep the wheels rolling if we were ever going to get there. The scenery was mostly fence posts, blackjack trees, farm houses, and an occasional red muddy pond near the road. We had to stop at least once to stay overnight in the motel. The Motel was a little white cabin with two beds, one for adults and one for kids. There was a separate one room cabin with a shower only. You paid extra for the shower.The next morning we were up early and on the road again.

We finally arrived at our Uncle Loy and Aunt Edith’s place. It was in Colorado, I don’t recall the name of the town. This was daddy’s brother. They also lived on a farm. We stayed there for a few days until the visiting was caught up on, then we loaded up in the car again. Off to greener pastures. We were now headed for Del North. One of Mama’s sisters was married and lived in that town. Her name was Murl and she worked at the Del Monte cannery, canning tomatoes. They had one kid, a daughter, my age. Her name was Yuba. I was so weird in those days, and so was she. We just sat there and listened to the adults talk. Once in awhile we’d glance at each other. I guess we were both too shy to talk. No one can accuse me of that now. Meal time was a big production. It was just a tiny little apartment with a kitchen, living room and one bedroom. A big meal was cooked and as it was very wonderful after our sandwich diet. We didn’t stay overnight there because there just was no extra room for us. We traveled on down the highway for a few miles until we found another one of those country motels, the cabin with the beds in it.

We have almost reached our destination. Grandma and Grandpa knew we were coming and they were prepared for us. All kinds of desserts were made, and a feast to enjoy. They had a large family with three boys and five girls. Two boys and two girls were still living at home so they also had a crowded house, but we soon found another place to live.
It was a dark dreary place among a bunch of overgrown trees, and scary as all get out.
We spent the rest of the summer there and Daddy found a job helping on a road crew. We kids started to a school that seemed huge to me. The room I was in was so overcrowded; I only got a glimpse of the teacher about every third day. I didn’t learn a thing the entire time I attended that school. The area we lived in smelled like tar. It must have been from the road work. Summer finally arrived and the job ran out about the same time winter ran out so we resumed our adventure.
Now it was beginning to become fun. We found a place by the Rio Grande River, and set up housekeeping among the big pine trees, and the nearby river roared day and night.
We bought a tent and set it up. It was large enough for our two mattresses we hauled around in the trailer. We hauled a lot of household items in the trailer. We had a table and some old ugly kitchen chairs. Mom had her pots and pans, dishes and silverware. We even had a couple of those old galvanized tubs. We took our weekly bath in one of those tubs. The water would be heated on the bonfire, and chairs would be set around the tub with blankets draped over them for privacy. We had a white granite chamber pot to use during the night. This area may have been part of a park because there were a couple of outhouses nearby which we used during the day.
Mama’s family would come and visit us in our riverside home. We would go for long walks and enjoy the scenery. One day we were hiking down a rather steep hill and I slipped and fell. I began to roll down the hill. It was awful, I couldn’t stop and I seemed to be rolling faster and faster. I finally reached the bottom. Girls only wore dresses in those days, and my legs were scratched and scraped raw, but otherwise I didn’t break anything and my head was still intact. At least it was still there, not sure how it was working. It took awhile to get rid of those abrasions, but they finally healed. My uncle said maybe it would slow me down the next time. I told him it didn’t take me all day to get to the bottom of a hill. He thought it was funny.
Another time when we were on one of our excursions we were walking along when all of a sudden we heard a very loud, nearby growl from a wild animal. We thought it was a wildcat, but we never saw it. We moved on out of there as quietly and swiftly as possible.It was the last time we went hiking.  

 I've written a book  and this is just a chapter out of my long lifetime.
The Rio Grande River