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.

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.

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.

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.

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