Short Days and Long Evenings

Winter is for the birds, I hate it. Sometimes I think we have to go through the bad so we will enjoy the good even more. Not much to do when you get old, I think most older folks have aches and pains that keep us from doing much of anything. 
A friend and former coworker called the other day. We had fun discussing all our former coworkers.  Neither of us could remember anyone's name. Oh, do you remember? oh, I can't think of her name. You know who I mean, she was tall.  Oh, you must mean Jean. No, I don't remember Jean. Remember our boss was, oh, what's his name? Wasn't his name Charlie? No, I don't think it was. We spent most of our time trying to remember someone's name. I would say we have the same memory issues. We couldn't even gossip about anyone because we couldn't remember their name. 
Well, I wasted enough time now I can go to bed. I don't go to bed before 11 o'clock or I will be up at 3 or 4AM.

Well, sweet dreams and all that jazz.

 

I look forward to Summer. A year or so ago, my front yard had a visit from the geese that live at Randal park. They always hang out in pairs.

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.

A Cat Tale

My Name is Sassy LeMassy

I volunteered to foster a cat while her owner is recuperating from an illness.

The person passed away from her illness and I inherited a cat which I named Sassy LeMassy. I know very little about cats, but I am learning. She is a neat one, constantly grooming herself. She seems to be very happy except when I want to take a nap or at 4 AM. She lets me know that she is not going to accept that kind of behavior by clawing at my toes. She lets me do almost everything else as long as I stay awake while I’m doing it. If she doesn’t knock it off, she is going to have to move on. I now have a peeping Tom. A big gray cat sits on my outside window sill and stares at her.

It is now many months later and I have learned a lot about cats or maybe I should say 'this one'.

If I reject her offer to sit on my lap she thinks she is punishing me by taking a day-long nap. Little does she know I love it. Now I can knit in peace or browse the internet or read or whatever I want.

She can hear a car drive in the driveway and heads for her safe place under a bed. Sometimes late in the evening she makes a mad dash for a bedroom and it scares the bejibbers out of me. When coming to see me after dark call first because I do not open my door after dark because it might be the boogie-man.

When it's her dinner hour she never lets me forget it. I recognize my dinner hour as well. When I'm opening the can of food for her she winds herself around my legs. She never does it otherwise and I wish she would stop it.

They may be very short, but they know exactly what you're doing. You can't sneak too many things past a cat.

I have an attached garage with a door to the utility room. When I first got her

I accidentally closed the door to the garage not knowing she was out there. She must have been out there all of ten minutes before I realized it. She has not offered to go in the garage again from that day to this. What was ten minutes to me must have been ten days to her.

I have a fenced back yard and I let her go out there because she loves it. I know cats can climb over a fence or even a house if they want to, but she is pretty content with staying in the yard. One day recently she decided to go exploring and I thought I had lost her forever. She was gone for an hour and I was in tears and very upset with myself. Finally, she came strolling in the back door as though it was just another day at the park.

Living Proof

It's a good day because I slept really well. I gassed up the 26-year-old Tin-Lizzy and can you believe the nozzle would not go into the gas tank; something was blocking it. I tried and tried and tried and finally put the cap back on and closed the door. I decided if I start over maybe it'll work this time. Sometimes you just have to rely on magic if you want to get something done because that time it worked like a charm. By then the gas pump thought I was through messing around with it so it said, “Thank you for your service.” I had to run the card again. Well, since I had a tad bit of energy left I went to Walmart to pick up kitty litter for my feline. While there I thought I should pick up a few essentials such as candy, cat toy, coffee drink. I brought the cat toy home and put it on the floor and told Sassy it was her new toy. She stuck her nose in the air and walked right past it; didn't even sniff at it. It's a see-through ball big enough it won't roll under the couch and it has a dead mouse in it that should squeak, but it doesn't or maybe I just can't hear it.

I take advantage of my good days so I am doing laundry. I thought this would be a good day to wash my sheets so I did. When the sheets got dry I put the bottom one on and by then I had to rest a spell. When I went back to finish making the bed I couldn't find the top sheet. I looked in the bedroom because I was sure I got both out of the dryer. When I can't find something within fifteen minutes I am convinced someone stole it. Who the heck would sneak out of the house with a sheet. You just never know! Stranger things than that have happened. Well, the day moved on and I forgot about the missing sheet. Then the next batch of laundry was done so I got it out and took it to the bedroom. That was when I saw the missing sheet was on the bed. How could a sheet put itself on the bed. Hey, I'm living proof that it happened. Oh well, the memory goes. Everything else has already left. 

A very old photo of Dad, Mom, Me, Carol

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.