Moving On

Life stands still for no one. I'm walking upon my Ninty-Tooth birthday, ready or not. My beginnings were started in an old farm-house in the country. There was no store on the corner but there was a mailbox on the corner that brought any news to us and by the time we received it, it was getting old. 

Our water came from a big hole in the back yard. It was covered and had a pump and it was a hand-operated pump. We used the water for drinking, cooking, bathing, and washing our clothes. That is until one day my Dad took the cover off the hole to have a look and it was a look I can never unsee. It had rocks in the wall of the well and a few families of Frogs had moved in. It is no wonder we had all those vomiting problems. 

I don't believe the sun went down until my Dad was having a well drilled in the meantime he brought home a big milk can full of clean water for drinking. 

Us kids and there were four of us at that time, took turns with the Chickenpox, Measles and Red Measles, and whooping cough and I had a never-ending earache.

We had no choice but I do remember someone coming to our little one-room school and giving us a shot in the arm. It must have hit the bone because my arm ached for months after. I don't think it prevented anything, we had all the diseases that came along. 

This is our family in about 1944. One was missing, our brother, Ray was still away in the Army. 

Lorrene, Benny, Mom, Dad, Carol, Cecil. In the front row are Gene and Hollis. 

Covid-19 Boredom

I made a cartoon!

Brothers, Bud, Glen and Wayne

Dylan and Tylor twins

Tylor and Dylan

Deena Dylan and Tylor

Chloe

Chris Pettit on the left

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 !

Keep It On The Inside

Facebook reported they will be banning the use of profanity starting in April. People that continue to use it will be dropped from Facebook. I can't believe it will happen. There is so much fake news one doesn't know what to believe. 
Some people can't say or write anything without punctuating it with  profanity. Most people never use it while talking to the minister, but the sky is the limit while talking to a friend. It can be turned on or off. 
I said all that to say this. I challenge anyone to drop a cube of unwrapped butter on the kitchen floor without saying "Shit".

Keep it on the inside

Being Poor is a Bore

I went to Walmart to buy kitty litter and spent $50.00.

 If food wasn't so necessary we'd all be a lot richer. I used to live a lot higher on the hog with a lot less money. Everything seems to be out of kilter. A person living on the minimum wage has to pay almost all of their monthly check on the rent. The landlords want as much money as they can possibly get for their rentals. We need limits set on things. 

We hear complaints about government control, but maybe we need more of it to keep things more evenly balanced. The greedy get richer and the poor get poorer. Now the poor can't get any poorer and many are now homeless. 

The Car That Wants To Be Buried.

I'm having popcorn and diet Pepsi for lunch; maybe it'll speed up my demise from this planet, which I am beginning to look forward to. I drive a 26-year-old slug bug. It's really a Plymouth voyager, but it acts like a slug bug. If it doesn't want to go anywhere, it spits out all it's antifreeze all over the garage floor. I just paid to have two hoses replaced and now it's doing it again. I was just going to go buy some food, but that can go on hold. So popcorn it'll be. Of course, I also have a medical appointment this afternoon. When I become rich I am going to have the food delivered to me on a silver platter, and the doctor can visit me. 

Is It Time?

I have a defective memory so I jot down everything I think I will forget, but I have no organization system for my reminder notes.   I have notes written on everything. I find notes that make no sense. For instance I found this “only the hens will come” what am I referring to and why would I need my memory jolted?  Or is it the name of a book?

Sometimes it’s a recipe with no title. 1 gallon white vinegar. ½ cup salt, 1/3 TBSP dish soap (any brand). That’s it. What is it for?

I decided to make a folder in my documents for important reminders and other important information and I was trying to decide what to name it, and noticed I already had a folder named ‘Notes’ so I opened it to see what was in it. It had the following.

                 How to restore and save your home page

                Put the url in and press enter. Or find it in history.

                When you get it on the screen go to top left

                And look for tools. Click and find options. Click. 

                Choose General tab,

                 From there you can see what to do, if you can’t figure

                 it out, you are beyond help.

                     Sell computer. 

                                          

 I just called my son the other day to ask for the 100th time how to save the homepage.

Do you think it’s time to sell?

I can't remember.