The Way It Is

It's time for a change in the political arena. I just listen to their noise and hope for an improvement. 

There is not much to do in these days of my golden years. The body is worn out and sitting in a chair is about all I'm good at anymore. The memory is somewhat undependable. I sit at the table to eat a meal and think of something I forgot to get out of the Fridge so I get out of the chair and by the time I get to the Fridge I forgot what I was there for so I stand there to think about it. I look in the Fridge hoping I will see what I am there for. Then I notice something that needs to be thrown out so I take care of that. You get the picture, that is how the whole day goes.

I had to get new dentures and what a nightmare that was. The next thing on the agenda is a lost hearing aid. Those things are so outlandishly priced it's ridiculous. $1600 for one hearing aid. 

Taking the mask off is the problem. I'm sure that is what happened and I was very careful and thought I was making sure I didn't pull it out. Anyway, it's gone, but when I went to a different place to check on the price of a new one, she checked the one aid I still had and adjusted it and for the first time since I've had it I can hear so much better then I could before. In fact, I think I can hear okay with just the one aid. I am going to make it work. The place I had been going to just didn't know how to adjust them. No wonder I was their only customer. 

My Homeowners insurance doesn't cover it. The clerk told me that you need to have a separate insurance policy to cover it. 

I just thought I'd share my gripes with you. 

I Kid you not, this is exactly how I look, cane and all.

A Cat Tale

If there is an empty box around it won't be empty for long. I didn't know much about cats until this one came into my life. 

This cat loves music, and especially George Jones and Randy Travis. I found a YouTube of their video and she always gets up here in my face and pesters me. Maybe she wants it off, I'm not sure.

Well, the days are getting shorter and shorter and daylight savings time doesn't make it last any longer. 

It rained and it blew here today. 

I'm finally going to get a perm and a haircut so I'll look like a normal person again. 

Well, as you can tell I don't know anything to tell you about so I shall shut up and find something on TV.

The Big Change

I never dreamed it would come to this. Wear the mask, stay home, keep six feet away from others. This is something people should be doing when they have a common cold. Keep it to yourself! 

I have good news for you youngsters. When you reach old age you no longer get a cold. We finally built up an immunity to the germ. I don't know if that's true or not but it sounds good. I have not had a head cold for eons. 

I went to a new doctor because my doctor had gone into teaching. He didn't let his patients know about it. You found out when you called for an appointment. So I had a new doctor. No blood work was ordered. I asked about a blood test and he didn't think it was necessary. I told him about the itching problem I have but he didn't have anything to say about it. I told him about my legs and feet hurting. He made no comments about that either.

He had on a mask so I can't tell you if he was in there or not. I will not be making any more appointments any time soon. Why bother?

Now we have fraud and fake news and lies or so I heard more than once. 

Time Crawls

Dying seems so final nobody wants to do it, but if they knew what old age feels like they may not want to go there either. 

Since I am now officially old I can tell you that you still don't want to die. Well, you're going to miss everybody, that's why. It's one reason. 

I can't think of any other reasons now. 

It's been a long day. One day recently I was thinking you never see anyone with a flat tire these days. That must have been a premonition because the other day when Chris and I were out and about doing important things we had a flat tire, flatter than a pancake. and what can we do? Kenny had no vehicle, not even a riding lawnmower. Remember George Jones, the singer with the drinking problem. He rode one to town to get more booze. Since Kenny couldn't do anything we called everyone we could think of. We didn't know how to change a tire and we didn't want to learn how that day. It was freezing cold and I only wore a light jacket because I knew I would be in the car and besides that, I had to pee. Everybody does from time to time. 

I tried to call Deena and for some reason, the phone kept dialing Molly, my granddaughter that lives in Ellensburg, several miles away. The stupid phone. Molly kept saying, you got Molly again. 

Chris thought of someone else and he could help us but it would be a while before he could. So we waited and when he came the tire was a problem because something had glued to the tire and he couldn't break it loose. I forgot to mention she had run over a curb just before the flat and it was that tire that was flat, flatter than a pancake. That was why he couldn't change the tire but he had what he needed but it was in a storage shed on 48th. So we cooled our heels while he went to the storage shed and I still needed to pee. 

When he came back he whammed the daylights out of it and finally broke it loose. Well, maybe you needed to be there to see exactly what was stuck to the tire. It all ended well and I relieved my bladder and thawed the ice cycles that were hanging on me. 

Home never looked so good. 

Counting Flowers

Counting flowers on the wall. Everything is a sham or a scam. I heard that someone claiming they are with Amazon call and inform you that there is a problem with your account. It's true because they called me. 

I played it as dumb as I could and told them Amazon doesn't live here.

I get so bored and have no friends and no car so I can go somewhere and meet people. Well, I guess I wouldn't do that if I had a car. I don't want the virus. 2020 is the worse year of my life so far. 

TV would be good if they had anything but Game shows and sports. And 'Say yes to the dress'. Who cares about the stupid dress? The only reality show I like is 'Big World and Little People' unless it's a rerun.

It's only 6 PM and it's getting dark. 

In the mornings I used to have a beautiful view of the sunrise out my kitchen window but they built an extension to Eisenhower high school and blocked my view. I will show you some pics. 

Natalie and Joshua 

Brother and little sister Tyler and Kylie

This is Aniyah, my great-great-granddaughter.  

Kylie and Tyler Faris

Grandpa, Joshua, and Natalie

Grandpa Dennis Engel and Josh and Nat

Boredom Rules

This is my favorite October picture. My granddaughter, Cora, and my great granddaughter, Chloe, she is 11 years old now.

 This is my newest great-grandson. The name is Joshua. He was born on my mother's Birthday. My mother is no longer living. I am 92 so I guess she would be a little over the hill if she was still living. 

This is his sister Natalia and Terry, their Daddy.

This is the happy grand Pappy!

Nothing new to write about. The days are long and boring. All we hear about is the Virus and whether our president was infected or not infected and did he have on a mask or did he not have on a mask and did he know he was infected and why didn't he tell us when he was infected and why did he go to a hospital if he was negative. 

This one died and that one died and that one might die. We might all die from boredom if things don't change soon. 

A New Day

Many days ago before I had fake teeth, wrinkled skin, no tweezers for plucking eyebrows, no hair dye, had ears that could hear, eyes that could see and even my nose could smell, and never in my life have I ever cared if anyone knew how old I was unless of course, I wanted to enter a business that I had no business being in. 

Life is so boring all I have to talk to is myself so thus the reason for this blog entry. Quite frankly, I wouldn't be disappointed if God airlifted me out of here one of these days. I have more people waiting for me on the other side than there are here. When you get this age (92) you don't know anyone older than you are. I know there are many around but I don't know them. 

I can see the blue sky again so that is a plus.

Not My Best Day

Old is for the dinosaurs. I hate this old age but better than no life I suppose. 

The most mundane things can turn into disasters. I bought a new paring knife because the old one was so dull. Today I was using the wonderful new knife and the first thing that happened was a slice across the thumb. Not a big slice but I begin to bleed like a stuck hog. Now that is an expression used only by us antiques. You give your age away from the expressions you use. Who knows what bled like a stuck hog means? Anyway, it wouldn't stop bleeding and it was on my right hand so that was another problem. I attempted to open a bandaid but there was no way I could get the paper off of the bandaid with blood running down my hand. I also have serious eyesight problems and trembling hands.

Do you know I finally had to call Polly, my neighbor to help me. 

She brought her own bandaid and had it on my thumb in nothing flat. There goes another ancient one, in nothing flat. 

That little incident brought back a memory from years ago when I was a newlywed and we were living with my inlaws until we could find a place to rent. It was right after WW2 and housing was extremely rare because the service people were home and getting married to their penpal in many cases. 

One day my inlaws and other relatives decided to drive to Spokane to visit another relative so I and hubby and Grandpa stayed home because the men were picking apples. The home they lived in was in the middle of an orchard. 

I made lunch for the apple pickers and as I started to clean up the kitchen I put a glass on a cupboard shelf and knocked another glass off the shelf and I threw my hands out to catch the glasses. Heaven forbid if I should break their glassware. A broken piece of glass hit me across my little finger and there is a main artery in the little finger I found out later. The blood began to spurt out in big gushes with every heartbeat. No one there but me and I found a big bath towel to catch the blood in. I started over to one of the neighbors when a visitor pulled into the neighbor's driveway. They could see it was a serious problem. We drove down to the orchard and picked up Bud, the husband, and headed for town. The towel was soon soaked with blood and they also had a brand new car and I am bleeding all over it. They took me to the only hospital we had at that time and a nurse looked at it and said, "This is just a cut on the finger so you need to go to the Larson Building and see the DR. I don't remember his name but he was livid that they sent me down there. Bud had to carry me in there because I was so weak by then. The doctor sewed it closed and said if I were in the hospital he would order a blood transfusion so that part was forgotten and I spent the entire summer so tired and weak I couldn't do much of anything and I worried that they would think I was lazy.

Aspirins thin the blood and it is my favorite pain killer. 

Well, no more.