Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Happy Hump Day

It doesn't matter much to me which day of the week it is. They are all about the same. We seem to do everything the same way each day. People that have jobs have a routine they follow, but it's the same for us retired ones. At least for me. I get up about the same time each day and start it all over again.
It's winter time so we anticipate snow any day. I guess that depends on where you live. We keep getting a lot of rain around here.
I think I'm getting a sore throat, but maybe not. I may have burned it when I ate the hot soup at lunch time. Anyway I hope that is what happened. This sure is an interesting post. Can't think of a darn thing to say. 
Have a great day and a great Christmas.  
I happened to run across this picture in my picture folder. I worked at the Credit Bureau at that time. Each city had it's own Credit Bureau. That is me peeking over the shoulder of my supervisor as the fantastic machine was being demonstrated. We had each credit report stored in a envelope filed in a huge filing machine.
My how times have changed.


Saturday, December 15, 2018

Merry Christmas

It would be a beautiful day if the sun would show up. It's working on it. Not as black as it has been here lately. when you get retired and over the hill you think about weather and such trivial things a lot. When I had a job I sat at a desk and didn't think about looking outside until it was time to go home. Ah well, such is life for the was-there. Everyone will be a was-there some day.

Christmas is coming around the bend, but unless you're surrounded with kids or at least one kid Christmas is another day on the calendar. I know I should speak for myself. Many people love it. Getting out the boxes of decorations and hanging it all over the house. It'll give you something to do in January. You can take it all down and pack it away again. Now we can shop from home if we choose to. I remember how crowded the stores were at Christmas time. Maybe they still are, I haven't been shopping anywhere but a grocery store for so long I have no idea what it's like.

I miss her

Anthony, my oldest Great Grandson
and Issy.

Tylor and Dylan bro's of Anthony
They are grown now

Leah 
Great granddaughter

Chloe
Great grand daughter
I was going to add more pictures but this stupid thing is giving me so much trouble I give up. I have other things to do. Bah humbug!


































Sunday, December 9, 2018

Drearyville USA



The sun, she no shine no mo.
Pepsi for breakfast
and one for the show

Nothing to do and all the time in the world to get it done in. Old age is something I wanted to avoid but here it is staring me in the face. Aches and pains you can't explain. 
Science has worked relentlessly to find ways to make us live longer so we can enjoy those aches and pains.
When you get here you ask , why can't I just bow out. Now, before ya all start pitching a fit about that statement, let me tell you a thing or two. My Dr. told me that a lot of his elderly patients have the same question. 
All of our working parts no longer want to work, but we take medicine that'll make them work so we can enjoy this old age of sitting in a rocker. You sit because it hurts too much to move. 
You can't hear anything and can barely see. But keep me alive so I won't miss anything.
Most of my friends have already moved on and half of my kin folk. When is it going to be my turn?
 Sorry this is such a downer !



























Sunday, November 25, 2018

Killing Time


I know some people live in messy houses and at times I am one of them, but when you see the inside of someone's house on TV, it's usually neat as a pin with shiny clean floor's unless you're watching Hoarders or such. Reality shows are not true reality. If you have a camera crew coming you most likely will clean up the mess.
When they show a scene of someone in a kitchen cooking something and there is nothing on the counter except what they are working on it's probably not reality. It's nice if you can be that organized. I guess we all have a toleration point. Some have a low toleration point. Slobs may not have a toleration point. Slobs that marry slobs will have a messy house. If a slob should marry a neat freak a divorce will probably follow. If a slob stays single they will be much happier. 
The older you get the less you care what others think. 
I'm not Dear Abby so do what you please.

















Thursday, November 15, 2018

Old Age Issues

Life slows down so you can get off at your exit.  For whatever reason I'm still here, but I've slowed down and I am not looking for my exit as I'm in no hurry to leave. Maybe if I knew what the next phase is like I could get a little more eager about leaving.
  The only thing I have to get excited about is not having anything on my calendar to go to. 
Chris takes me to appointments and we eat out now and then. I look forward to that part of it. She has a car that is quite a challenge. In the Summer weather it has no A/C and in the Winter it has no heat. It is so high off the ground I need an elevator to get into it.  I can bail out of it without a parachute. It never has a reverse gear. Be careful where you park. I can't help her push because the one time I helped I ended up with a bad shoulder. It took awhile to get over it. 
I'm a slow learner, but I am learning. I'm learning what the word 'depression' means. 😢
Memory is another problem. I once read about a Minister that asked an old lady of she ever thinks about the hereafter. She said, "Oh yes, every time I go into another room I ask, what am I here after?
This is where I lived when I was in the happiest period of my life.
The residue on the ground is ash from when Mt Saint Helen's erupted. For 
some reason it ended up in Yakima. What a mess it was. It smelled like sulfur.
Everyone wore mask's. A bank had a sign on door to remove mask when entering.

Friday, November 9, 2018

Wrinkles are a NO-NO


We are born wrinkle free and smooth as a baby's butt. But it begins to change as time moves along. 
They sneak upon us with each little event. The sun comes up and the sun goes down, but the wrinkles seem to hang around. I think we get one for each little mistake we make or are they rewards for doing well? I seem to have a fine sprinkling of them or I should say it's more like a down pour. 
The more you get the more you fret and they won't go away so just relax and forget it.









Monday, November 5, 2018

Wait is the Name of the Game


If you wait long enough almost anything will go away on it's own. I had developed an itching on my shins and waist that was driving me nuts so I let the doctor know and he sent a script to my pharmacy. Since it was Friday it wouldn't be ready for pickup until Monday or Tuesday. So I itched my way through the weekend and now it's Monday and I have no itch at all and I'm sure they will be calling to let me know it's ready for pick up. The Doctor had told me he thought it was the side effects of a pain pill I had taken. I know I have had that problem with pain pills before but I took a chance that it wouldn't bother me this time. I had also ordered an OTC salve for itching and it arrived today. I have no itch to try it out on and I am overjoyed about that. 
So evidently the doctor was right, I was allergic to it. Live and learn, I'm ninety and still learning something. Listen to the doctor the next time. An old joke in case you haven't heard it.





Sunday, November 4, 2018

Why Don't We Wait and See

I had to wait so long for help with the shoulder pain it healed on its own. Why do we have doctor's and insurance? What a waste of time and money, but they rule the roost. Now I have developed a horrifying itch on my shins mainly and around my waist. I thought the Shingles had returned, but not the case. The doctor prescribed itching medicine, but the insurance won't approve it until they get more info from the doctor. This happened on a Friday so the game plan is I will need to wait until Monday or Tuesday, I am in grrr mode. 
I wanted to get a Shingles injection to prevent getting it, but Safeway is out of the medicine so I will need to wait for them to get more. Maybe I could go drug shopping and find another pharmacy, but I how do I know who has it and who doesn't, but the sun is shinning and I am in a much better mood. Except for a cat that thinks my lap was made for her to sit on. I'm going to put that cat on the market one of these days.
The wind is blowing and I can live with that. In fact I happen to love wind if I can stay inside and listen to it.


I once was able to go for walks and take pictures.

I miss Randal Park
No car and no walking legs

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Different Times Different Chimes

I have a severe pain in my shoulder so I decided to see a doctor and get a shot for it. I've had it before in the distant past and I always got a shot for it. This doctor wants me to do exercises for it. I was expecting instant relief, but that didn't happen. 
What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Baloney!!!
I most certainly would never had made an appointment to see a doctor if I had only known. I had to sleep in the recliner last night because lying down put too much pressure on it. 
We started out at the doctors appointment at 8:2o. I had a haircut appointment at 10:30. We stopped to get the prescription filled. It was for inflammation. By the time I waited for the Doctor to see me and pick up the prescription it caused me to be a half hour late for the hair cut. I was lucky she was able to take me. I didn't have her name in my phone so I couldn't even call her. It's in there now.
Oh, woe is me!
The trick or treaters are out and about. I do not have my porch light on and got one big loud banging on the door. It was too loud to be a little kid and scared me. I sure didn't open my door.
I don't have any candy anyway. If I did I'd eat it.
Happy Hallow Weenie everyone!!!!


Sunday, October 28, 2018

Boredom is Normal

This has been the longest day in history. Nothing but football on TV. It's only 8 PM. The trick or treaters will be coming the 31st. 
I'm not able to jump up and go to the door all evening so I am going to be a scrooge and ignore the doorbell. I don't turn the porch light on and they usually don't come to my door without the light on. We didn't do trick or treating when I was a kid. We lived in the country so it was just another day as I recall. I think there were a few tricks without the treats. Such as tipping someone's toilet over. 
That is about the grossest thing I can think of.
I am a restless sleeper. I sleep for two hours and then awake for two hours or so. If I were able I would go take a walk and that would take care of the sleepless problem.
I have nothing to say.






Thursday, October 25, 2018

Drippy Sky

The sky will still be leaking until tomorrow around 2 PM. I guess I can tolerate it until then. 
I lost my one and only stylist, not a hair stylist, but the other kind of stylist. We have run out of words and have started using the same word for the other thing. Such as a mouse can be a rodent or a thing you use with the computer. My dictionary doesn't even say anything about a mouse being used with a computer. 
I spend half of my time looking for such things. I can't see very well so that is why I can't find it. I decided to solve the problem of the missing stylist so I got on Amazon and ordered ten of the things. That should be a lifetime supply for me. They come in packs of ten. They were only $5.98 and it will save me from crawling around on the floor looking for one. I'm kidding, if I ever got on the floor I would never get up again. 
I can't get in Chris's car without a step ladder. Why do they build a car like that? Some people have short legs. 
 I guess I have said enough so I will go to bed for a couple hours. I sleep when I can.

Don't blame it on the kid.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

I'd like to order a glass of water.

I hate nights and cloudy days. I've lived in this sunshine land for so long I couldn't live where the sun doesn't shine. I can't wait for morning so I can open window shades. 
Chris is back in town and we went to lunch at The Old Town Station. They have the best Fish and Fries. We found a closer place to buy them but they charge 75 cents for a glass of water. We resent that so we take our business elsewhere. They said the price of cups came up so they have to charge for the water. Couldn't they have raised the price a little on one of the food items instead of looking so cheap?
I'm getting a little on the dingie side, but I know I'm dingie so I must not be too dingie or I wouldn't know I'm dingie. There is no such word as dingie, but dingy means dirty or shabby. I'm not dirty or shabby, I'm just dingie. Dingie as in ding-a-ling. If you don't know what that means I'll try to draw you a picture. 


I guess it's time to pull the curtains.



Sunday, October 21, 2018

Forty Winks Minus Thirtynine



I didn't sleep a wink last night and this feline will not let it happen today either. I am ready to send her to the moon as Ralph Kramden always said to Alice.
You are an old timer if you remember that couple. 
I tried the sheep counting, the bed, the chair, the midnight snack, the boring TV show, texting someone in Tennessee, crocheting a few double crochets.
Reading, working a crossword puzzle, and watching some YouTube music. 
I positively dread tonight.  




And to all a Goodnight !


Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Memories

If you look at early day pictures everyone is slim and trim. Is it just bad habits that is causing the fat epidemic today or is it caused from all the chemicals that are added to everything? Probably a little of both. When I was a kid we didn't eat between meals except an occasional watermelon or cantaloupe when they were in season.

 Everyone sat at the table and we had three meals per day. We ate vegetables and they were good. We lived on a farm and grew our own food. It's always better fresh from the garden. 
Any between meal snacks was a pan of freshly popped corn. We popped the corn in a cast iron frying pan. Someone stood at the wood burning cooking range and scooted the pan back and forth until it was popped. 
We didn't have desserts often. Sometimes during the Summer we froze a freezer of ice cream. It didn't happen every week, just a few times during the Summer months. Ice doesn't grow on trees so when we shopped for groceries on Saturdays we would sometimes buy a block of ice. They didn't crush it for you. It would be put in a burlap bag and pounded until it was crushed. Those were not "the good old days". Everything was work and that is the secret to the slim bodies. 
We had dessert on Sundays. Mom always made pie or cake for Sunday. If it was berry season we probably had it more often.
I'm out of ice cream or I would probably be having some about now.
Good night to all.
My Granddaughters



Sunday, October 14, 2018

Such is Life

How could a kid living in the country get in trouble, you ask. Oh, I guess you didn't ask. Well, I'll tell you anyway. 
When I was a "mature" 13 year old I stayed over night with a friend. She lived a half mile away with her Grandmother. We slept (pretended to sleep)in her upstairs bedroom. We had a plan, but Grandma had to go to bed first. Grandma finally went to bed and we assumed to sleep in about ten minutes so we sneaked as quietly as we could down the squeaky stairway, and around the house and to the small barn in the back. We perched ourselves upon her pony and clop, clop, clop by the side of the house and down the long driveway. We had a plan to meet my brother and his friends at a certain place so away we went on a moonlit Summer night. We met the friends and was having a fun time yelling and singing and just being kids, we didn't have booze or anything similar to that. We were just having a great time being kids while back at the house a light sleeping Grandma roused from her sleep from
 the horse clomping down the driveway. 
She suspected there was an empty bed upstairs and went up to check it out. She had no car and my family had no phone so it took her awhile to walk the half mile to our house to let the DA know what happened. My Dad's name was Dennis Arthur so she always called him the DA (District Atty).  She thought it was a job for the DA. The DA thought so too and it didn't take long to hear the noise kids.  He broke that party up in nothing flat. I received a tongue lashing, but no time-outs or anything being taken away from me as they do today. I had nothing to be taken away. I wasn't allowed to visit the friend again for some time. That was the punishment. 
When you get this age you tend to remember those old things you hadn't thought of in years. 
Such is life.
Such is life



Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Problemos

Today I made a visit to the T-Mobile store to see if they could restore my space on my phone. I had just bought a 12GB SIM card to take care of that problem, but it only worked until I got home from the place. There wasn't enough storage to even allow me to look at my photo's. So we went back to see Jose again. He said something about the phone being old and he did a factory reset. I thought I had to reenter all my contacts and I didn't care about the pictures, but I sent a couple hours trying to get my contacts reentered, when I finally decided to take a break I did something, don't ask what, but all at once all that stuff returned to my phone. Sometimes I accidently do the right thing. Chris said it is a God thing. Well, whatever.
Jose is Mexican and there was another Mexican man working there and we were just sure they were brothers The same size and looked alike and both had tattoo's on both arms and even dressed alike. They assured us they were not brothers. Not that they knew of they said. We didn't insist on a DNA. 
Chris doesn't have a reverse gear in her vehicle so we have to be careful where we park. She got in an area today and needed that reverse gear. A young Mexican man was near by and since Chris is not shy she asked if he could help push us back a little. He jumped right to the challenge and when he was through pushing and straining and had us out of the problem, he said he just had hernia surgery and maybe he should not have pushed us. I hope the poor guy will be alright. He said he thinks it was long enough ago. 
I need a step ladder to get into that rig. 



Saturday, October 6, 2018

Life in a Chair

When I was a kid I don't think I ever thought of what the future might be like. Now that there can't be much future left I think about it a lot. I guess it's a wait and see project. 
Life is lifeless, I can't stand up very long at a time so I am an experienced chair sitter. That kind of career doesn't seem to have much of a calling. At least I can still walk from one room to another one. I'm not wheel-chair bound. I am healthy or at least nothing showed up in my lab work that indicated otherwise. My memory leaves a little something to be desired. Even young people say they have the same problem. I read an item the other day that said if you have Alzheimer's you won't be able to smell Peanut Butter. I can still smell Peanut Butter. Who needs a doctor when you have Peanut Butter. I have Asthma but when it was diagnosed years ago it was very mild. All the smoke this year has taken it's toll on a lot of folks. 
Well, that's my health report. Tune in again for the next exciting episode. 


Thursday, October 4, 2018

Sometimes It Works

I have been fooling around with this thing since 2009. Nothing ever happens anymore. I seldom go anywhere. I'm a stay at home hermit. A couple days ago I didn't turn on my TV all day or evening. I don't think I missed anything. My cat is more bored than I am. I heard a thud in the kitchen that scared me and Sassy heard it too and went running out there. That scared me even more because I knew it wasn't my imagination. I think it's my refrigerator. I've heard that noise before when I'm in the kitchen. I hope it isn't going to die. I can think of other things I would rather have than a new refrigerator.
I would like a new cell phone. This one has no more storage and it's pretty much worthless. I took it down to T-Mobile and she moved stuff on to the storage card, but it was only a couple days and it no longer has any storage again. 

Chris takes me shopping and to appointments. I appreciate that so much. The other day it was Taco Tuesday at the Warehouse Bar and Grill so we went there and joined a couple friends. It was fun. We don't drink but we eat Taco's. And bought a few pull tabs. It wasn't my lucky day. 

I crochet a lot just to be doing something. My vision is terrible so I asked the eye doctor if it was bad for my eyes to use them that way, he said it was fine and it wouldn't make the vision worse.
I love YouTube. If I need a pattern or instructions it is right there. I also enjoy the music I can find.

This is like writing a letter to nobody. I did that for years. I married at a very dumb age, 17. Seventy some years ago and left my large family and moved from Okla. to Washington state. I was so homesick I would write a letter home about once a week. Mom was the only one that ever wrote to me and that was only once a month if I was lucky. I would give anything if Mom would have saved all those letters for me. What could there have been to write about? Hollis wrote me a letter one time and I still have it. He is ten years younger than me. Hollis ended up moving out here. He chose to live in Snoqualmie, but we see each other now and then. 













Saturday, September 29, 2018

A Family Day

I had a fun day today. My brother and part of his family came over the mountain to see me.
We went to a great place for lunch called Cowiche Creek Kitchen, then we crashed Chloe's 9th birthday party. When we all get together there is a house full of us. We talked about everything under the sun and caught up on each other's lives. 
I didn't take pictures, but I know others were snapping them left and right. Maybe they will post some on Facebook. We discussed the hop fields and marijuana fields. We could call them Pot fields or weed fields would also be correct. We drove by a few on our way out to Moxee where my son lives. Jim and Cora live out there too. 
I should sleep like a log tonight since I hardly slept a wink last night. So I think I'll bring this thing to an end and call it a day.
Mel {Gramps} Kylie and Hailey


Me and Dar 
Ron, Kathy and Lenka.
Hollis, my little brother.

Dale was taking the pictures so he didn't take a selfie. This is a 
different day and I did sleep like a log.


Monday, September 24, 2018

A Short Tale

I don't get much of anything in my Snail Box except Ads and other junk, but for some reason people have been parking too close to it. The Post office said it needs to be ten feet from the box. Now I have one parked within 4 feet of it and the carrier didn't leave anything. Maybe there wasn't any junk for me today or is it because the car was in the way? I guess they don't want to park too close to the fire plug . People are going in and out of that house all the time. No, it's not a drug dealer or a Brothel because they stay for a few days or weeks unless they have a special going on. Do Brothels have specials?

Sunday, September 23, 2018

More Drivel

I have a new laptop and it sure is fun. The keyboard is working great. On the old keyboard it would enter the letter twice or not show it at all. I nearly always had to redo the M key. My cursed curser was not working right on this one but Kenny came over and changed some settings and now I have no complaints at all. 
Fall is officially here and it is wonderful with the cooler weather. It's my favorite season. 
I can save some money now that I no longer have the lawn mowed. Well, maybe a couple more weeks. My neighbor mows it and she decides when it doesn't need to be mowed. I told her not to shovel snow from my driveway this year because I no longer have a car. She said she is going to shovel it because when I have company they will need a place to park. I told her I will tell them to bring a shovel. I am not paying to have the driveway shoveled. So there!!
I'm entitled to be an old grouch after all these years. 
Next week I will have visitors from the West side as we say here on the East side. My little brother, Hollis and some of his family are coming over. Hollis is 80 years old now, but he's still my little brother. 
Life is a mystery. Does it just go on forever and we just get recycled like nuts falling off a tree. You know the acorn just turns into another Oak tree.
Now, all the fanatics will say, "Oh, you must not be a Christian if you believe that." If God judges us on every little thing we think and say then Heaven is going to be a mighty lonely place.

I obviously don't have anything important to say so I will bring this to an end and let you get back to your business. 
Don't judge me by my punctuation's. I didn't pay much attention in school and if I did learn something I have forgotten it by now. 

  1. When it snowed










Friday, September 21, 2018

People Never Change

People do what other people do. Some brilliant soul one day decided a little green grass would look nice in the front yard so he made it happen. A neighbor decided to plant some grass in his front yard. Now all the neighborhood have grass growing in their front yards. It requires nothing but work. It keeps growing so we need to mow it down, so once a week we mow it down. If you live where it doesn't rain much you need to invest in some water hoses. Someone needs to move those water hoses around so all the grass gets watered. The lawn mower needs to be replaced with a riding one, heaven forbid if we have to walk behind one of those things. Now we are getting a lot of money invested in this yard with the green grass, but what would the neighbors think if we had a bunch of rocks dumped in the yard and spread out so it covers all the green grass. Think of the money we save. Well, if they don't like it they can lump it. Here comes the rock
The neighbors laugh and gossip about it for awhile, then they begin to envy this neighbor that sits on front porch drinking lemonade while they are mowing their grass. Now we are seeing more and more of the rock covered yards. People never change much.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

A moment in the past.

Here I sit with a new laptop bringing me joyous joys. 
I tried to add something to my blog last night, but it wouldn't let me publish it. I shall try again. 
My Granddaughter, Deena and her twin sons, Dylan and Tylor. I think it was about 24 years ago.