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!!!!

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.

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.

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.

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 !

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

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

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. 

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. 

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.