Winter Has Arrived

I borrowed someone's picture.

Our weatherman said it was snowing, but not on my street.

And that is fine with me. We are going to have a wind storm with gusts of 50 mph. I think it's due tomorrow.

I don't have much to do these days. Watch TV and crochet and check to see if it's snowing yet. And of course, those leg exercises that I seem to forget until I tuck myself in bed at night. 

I finally made an appointment to see my doctor. Maybe he'll have a magic pill that will give me some energy. 

See ya later!

 

 

Has Been (An old rerun)

When I was a young thing, I decided to supplement our income by taking a job. I found one by looking in the newspaper ads. It was part of a nightclub. One side was very plushy with carpet on the floor and tables with white tablecloths. A bandstand in one corner and it had a small dance floor. Next to it was a coffee shop. I worked in the coffee shop as a waitress. The coffee shop was called ‘The Turf’. It was a very popular place to have lunch or nice meal. There was four horseshoe shaped coffee stands with stools. Those were on one side and the other side had booths.

It was a very popular place, and was open 24 hours a day. I was on the night shift. I was fidgety as a cat on a hot tin roof the first few shifts because I had no training in this field.
It was not a hard job to learn at that time. If you knew how to pour water into a glass and write, you qualified. They furnished uniforms. They were khaki colored and trimmed in dark brown.
We got the drunks from the nightclub when it closed as well as the people from the street.

One night I had one of those half-drunk customers and he ordered a burned grilled cheese sandwich. He made it very clear that it was to be burned black. I turned the order in and when the cook read it, he called me into the kitchen and informed me that we do not serve burned food. I argued with him, and asked him what difference does it make, if he wants it burned just burn it. “Do you not know how to burn a sandwich?” I finally won the argument and he said he would do it. When the order was ready he sent for me. I went back into the kitchen and he had the order ready with a white cloth napkin covering it. I asked, “Why the napkin?” He said, “I don’t want any of our other customers seeing it, just set it in front of him and remove the napkin”. The customer was delighted. Now the customer is happy and I’m happy and the cook is still grumbling about it.
Another customer once asked for an Iced coffee. I went to the head honcho and asked, “How do you make an iced coffee?” She said, “I don’t know, I guess you just put ice in it.” I hope you understand this was before anybody had ever heard of Starbucks. So I poured the man a mug of coffee and added some crushed ice. When I set it in front of him he began to laugh and he kept laughing until I wanted to melt into the floor. I was so embarrassed. He said, “It’s usually served in a tall glass”. “All our tall glasses are dirty”. I said. But he laughed even harder. I was glad when he left. I was such a greenhorn.
Two couples sat in one of my sections and when I gave them their menu’s one of the men begin to speak to me in a foreign language. His friends just sat there and said nothing. When he finished I said, “Well, if you do you’ll have to clean it up”. Everybody in the booth began to laugh so hard, I would still like to know what he actually said. Because what I said wasn’t that funny.

One night I had two ‘feeling no pain’ clientele sit in one of my booths. The lady ordered a filet mignon steak, and excused herself to make a potty run. I asked the man if he was ready to order and he said. “Don’t turn that order in, she thinks I’m paying for it and I just met her 10 minutes ago.” I said, “Oh, she must be a gold digger.” He said, “Yeah, and she ain’t got nothing to dig with”. He made a hasty departure and when the lady returned she looked around and didn’t see him so she left. I was glad I had not turned in her order.


Another time a customer asked if we had Scallops. I said, “Do you mean scallop potatoes?” I was raised in Oklahoma and it’s a little distance from the ocean so I honestly had never heard of the seafood called Scallops. I’m sure everybody in the state of Oklahoma knows what scallops are, but I was a little naïve. Maybe stupid would be a better word.
I only worked there for a couple months. I had a three-year-old at home and there was no way that I could get enough sleep. My husband worked the day shift. I never worked in that field again. Even though I was now experienced and knew what a scallop and an iced coffee was.

Baby Shower

I went to a fabulous baby shower today for my great-great-granddaughter. Lots of people and food galore. It was the most impressive one I have ever attended. It was for men and women and a very friendly dog. Dogs are attracted to me. I'm not entirely sure if that is a compliment or not, but she had her head under my hand a lot.
I sat there watching all the people and thinking if it wasn't for me none of these people would be gathered here for this big event. So I felt a moment of importance. 
 They said they were giving the baby girl a middle name of Retha. (My first Name) I broke out in a flood of tears, and then Tylor teared up. So we hugged each other and cried about it. I would tell you the girls first name but I don't know how to spell it.
The weather is getting cooler. It's 50 degrees now, but it's November so what can you expect! I would post a picture but I forgot to take my phone. 

I need to add a comment:
 I corrected a mistake I had made regarding my first name Retha. 
No, Deena isn't crazy. She is the one that pointed it out so I corrected it. 

The Blinds Arrived

This is what I've been waiting for. Kenny had more trouble getting the Valance back up there than he did with the blind. He didn't have any trouble at all with the blind. I like it and it serves the purpose. 

Life in the old-age Lane

Gloomy day and gloomy news. The approximate date for the blinds delivery was Thursday the 14th. Now the date for the delivery is Friday the 15th. Oh well, such is life in this old age. I wouldn't be so antsy about the darn things except I sit here at night feeling like a target for those passing by.

The doctor said my vision will not get worse with the injections, I sure hope he is right. It's so bad now I can look at something and it just isn't there and 5 minutes later look in the same spot and there it is. Now is my vision worse or are there evil little demons running around hiding things?
I spent several hours yesterday looking for a flashlight. I didn't need it because I have those little ones everywhere. It just bugged me because I knew it was here the day before. Let sleeping dogs lie they say. Well, this isn't a sleeping dog, it's a damned yellow flashlight so where is it? So, let's just sit down and think about this. Maybe it's in the garage, I didn't look there. 
Okay, the next time I get up I'll look there. Twenty minutes later I had to make a potty call, it's the first thing on my to-do list these days. After that, I remembered I wanted to look in the garage for something, now what was it? Oh yes, where is that flashlight so I looked there and what before my wandering eyes should appear. the damned flashlight. It had been left on because I was searching around in one of those plastic tubs for a certain yarn and found the exact yarn I was looking for. I was so excited about finding the yarn I forgot the flashlight. 
Maybe I'm getting Al's hammer (Alzheimer) disease.
Don't wish to live to a ripe old age, it'll only get worse.  

Better than Nothing

Nothing exciting to write about unless you call this exciting.  Yesterday I had a shot in my eye. It happens every two months. It's called Macular Degenerative disease.  I had a bad result. My vision was so foggy I couldn't see anything but shadows and the pain was next to unbearable.  There was an abrasion and they gave me a prescription for an ointment to help ease the pain. He said it will be fine tomorrow because it will heal very rapidly. He was right about it healing so quickly.  It's fine today. The ointment helped ease the pain but made everything even foggier. 

I'm still waiting for the new window blinds. They should be here Thursday. 

My six granddaughters

Laura, Molly, Cora, Emily, Katie, Deena

Now I have 10 great grands and a great great grand on the way.
Tyler and Wendy have a little girl in the oven. Five generations if I keep hanging on.

Turtle Steps

My new vertical blinds have been shipped and the estimated date of arrival is November 14th. Even if they are riding on the back of a turtle it shouldn't take a week to travel from California to Washington state. Oh well, I'm not going anywhere so I have nothing to do but wait for things. 

I'll just have to cool my heels.

The Way it Goes

Clean air authority placed a do not burn anything and if you go outside and have any kind of lung disease wear a mask. It reminds me of when Mt. St Helens blew it's top many years ago. Much of the ash blew into our hometown. It was not welcome. If you went outside it was advised that you wear a mask. One of our banks posted a sign on their door, Remove mask before entering.

My vertical blinds are 30 years old and have worn out. When I close them, half turn one way and the other half turn the other way or nothing turns at all. And when it gets dark there are a few that refuse to close and that makes me nervous. Today on my tiptoes I managed to turn each slat the same direction and they are in the closed position and they will stay that way until the new ones arrive. They have been ordered. 
Sorry, this is such a dull post, but that's my life. 

I miss this vehicle more than anything.

Don't ever give up your wheels.

The Born Loser

I am officially the born loser. I wanted a flu shot and we were at the door of Safeway when we thought of it. We had to wait about 15 minutes and there was an old codger about my age sitting across from us and he was in a foul mood. He was gripping about everything he could think of. He didn't believe anything anyone told him and everyone had been brainwashed and if they said it would be a half an hour they meant it would be a half of a day. They were probably out in the yard drinking beer or maybe it's payday and they are out shopping. I finally realized he wasn't serious, he was just entertaining us. Anyway, they finally called my name and since I had never had a flu shot there before, my name wasn't in their records so they would need my card. All I had was my ATM card and ID card. I had decided I didn't need to carry a purse anymore because with the cane the purse is just in the way. From this day forward the purse goes too, hang the cane. I couldn't get the flu shot because the card was in my missing purse. 
We had just come from Walmart because I wanted to pick up some more yarn that matched some I had bought and need a couple more skeins of it, but they only had one skein left. 
Well, I guess I may as well go home and twiddle my thumbs some more. And another thing the waiting room talked about the lack of the Shingle vaccine. It seems to be a rare item as everyone is always out of it. I need one of those also. 
I changed my picture in the right column. Chris said I looked too sober in the other one so I added this on with the fake smile.

Karen's Sunflower