Ancient History

This is a picture of my only friend at that time in my life.

I labeled the picture "My Prison Cell"

I think everyone that knows me already knows I left my home that I was born into and married a man I barely knew and moved to another state many miles away. I was a mere child of 17.
 I called it homesick at that time, but now I realize it was a deep depression. 
We lived in the little shack shown above. 
My new husband went to work early in the morning and I did not get up and make his breakfast which was unheard of in that era, to not make the breakfast and lunch for your husband.
He didn't care and made his own breakfast and lunch. I did not get up until 11 AM because it was when the mail was usually delivered. The only thing I cared about was getting a letter from home. I would be up about an hour and took a nap which lasted most of the afternoon. The letters didn't come very often. I wept and slept the time away. I remember thinking people in prison, at least know when their term will be up. 
The thought of a divorce never crossed my mind because I loved my husband and I knew he loved me. There was just never enough money to buy a train ticket. Traveling by train was the normal way to travel at that time. I had no transportation to get a job. Wives were homemakers and seldom worked in those days.
Well, as you all know I lived through it, and he had the audacity to die at 70 years of age and leave me. It's been another 29 years and I'm still sitting here like a bump on a log.
The friend in the picture died many years ago.
A few years ago I drove by the house and parked and as I sat there looking a crying fit came over me and I couldn't stop crying.

The last time I looked for the house, I found the roads have been changed in the area and it must have been destroyed or moved.

 

This was taken when we lived there.

I would like to add a footnote to this story. It is one of those out-of-body experiences that most people will say, was my imagination. I think most people will not share this type of thing for fear of being called a looney tune. It happened whether anyone wants to believe it or not.
One night I was awaken sitting in the middle of my bed and locked in a lovers hug with my husband. He was actually here sitting on the side of my bed and we were hugging . He was  here and I was overjoyed, as I was scooting over  so we could lie down, swoosh he was gone. I know he was here. I had a feeling of euphoria for several days after. This is definitely a true experience. I have only shared this with one person.

Just Do It

Old age just appeared out of nowhere. I can't think, I can't remember what day it is or why I have a bank account. Today I couldn't sign into it. Just about drove me insane. It wouldn't accept my password. I finally had to call a bank employee. I'll bet he's still complaining about the dingy old woman he had to deal with today. Anyway, he blamed it on the recent update they had done. That was meant to make me feel better. It helped a little.

Earlier in the day I talked with a health coordinator my doctor had suggested.  I truly did enjoy talking with her. She impressed me with her knowledge of what makes us tick. It's water! I tell you it's plain old water. She said to get a large container with a straw and each morning fill it with ice and water and drink on it all morning. At lunch time fill it up again and drink it all. In the meantime stretch your arms and legs. Sit in a chair if your back hurts too much to walk. Lift your legs up and down and stretch your arms and legs. Do each thing ten times. She said to sit in my walker (with the seat) and use my legs to walk around the room. Guess what, my legs are not long enough.  
When you awaken in the morning, go to the bath room, and when you get back in bed lift each leg ten times and wave your arms around and stretch every muscle in your body. 
She said I will notice how much better I feel in two weeks. I guess it isn't too much to ask. She said drinking the water will improve my memory, help me lose weight. It will make the bowels work better. In other words she thinks I'm full of  it. Anyway water will make everything work better.
She also said when I use the bathroom and stand up, to keep squatting on the toilet for several times. Who would have ever thought of that one.
I'm going to do my very best. Wish me success.

Pearls of Wisdom

There are certain things we should not keep in the refrigerator, regardless of what Grandma says.
 Bread will grow stale and even mildew in the Fridge. Keep it in a dark dry place such as a Bread Drawer. Logic over rules in this case. That must be why they made bread drawers. lol, you have to say lol every now and then so people won't think you're too serious. I keep my bread in the pantry when I think about it. Most of the time it's on the counter. 
Tomatoes should not be kept in the refrigerator. They lose flavor and a bunch of other things which I don't recall. Onions that have not been peeled should be kept in a dark cool place, but not the refrigerator. Now, where would you find a place like that in your house. In my case the garage is good certain times of the year, but not the tomatoes unless you want stewed tomatoes nor in the Winter or they will freeze. So only buy tomatoes in the Spring and Fall. When onions are peeled keep them in an air tight container. I haven't been doing that, but I will, starting now. I'll bet they will keep a lot longer. I have discover that lettuce will keep longer if kept in an air tight container and in the refrigerator.  
Do not keep potatoes in a fridge because it breaks down the carbohydrates and turns it into sugar. Sugar is our number one enemy. There isn't anything good about sugar except the flavor. It should be outlawed. It should be right up there with the Wacky Weed. 
Most people keep everything in the fridge once you take the lid off of it, but pickles and jam's will keep outside of the fridge. I'm not sure I believe it so I keep mine refrigerated. 

Today looks like Spring sprung.

Let it Stop Snowing

If it wasn't for injections I wouldn't have any life at all. I think the older you get the more you get poked with a needle. I told the nurse today that I already had one shot this week. She asked, where? I said, in the butt. She said, oh I mean which medical place? I don't think she thought it was funny.

 Friday I will get my third injection for the week. Now I know how a pin cushion feels. I am thankful for the injections. The one I get Friday is in the eye and if I didn't get these injections I would be blind by now. I have already lost the central vision in one eye. The one I got today is for Osteoporosis. I only have to get it once a year. 

She wanted to know if I had my bone scan and when. I told her I had the bone scan, but I can't remember when. I can't remember if I had breakfast or not and she wants to know when I had the scan. I think it was a few months ago, but I don't know what month it was. Then she asked where it was done at so she could call them. I didn't remember that one either. She named a couple places and I remembered the name of it. I wish they had an injection for memory loss. I'll bet she does too.

We're getting blessed with more wonderful snow tonight and tomorrow.