Bumps and Curves

As I travel down the road of life I sometimes look in my rear view mirror and think of some if the bumps and curves I have encountered. I can't remember the day I started to school so it must not have been very impressive. I do remember the long walk to get there and how I met up with neighbor kids along the way. It was a mile and a half but it wasn't uphill both ways. There was one hill on the way. We cut across someones pasture and cut out a few steps. Some kids were lucky enough to ride a pony to school. It would be tied up until time to go home. I had two older brothers and one younger one to walk with. When it was winter you toughened up big time. There were no yellow school busses then. Girls wore dresses at all times. We also wore long stockings in the winter and a garter belt that hooked on to the the stockings. 

It wasn't all bad at least we didn't have to worry about anyone getting hooked on drugs, Well, not that I know of anyway. 

I know they had alcoholics then. So maybe they did have drug addicts. They would have been few and far between.

I had a calm life I can't think of one big thing that happened except for the time big trucks came by unloading long logs. My Dad went out and asked them what they were for and found that we were going to have electricity in the country, not just in town. Wow! exciting. 

Imagine having electric lights.

That is just a few of the changes we've seen over the years.

I am just killing time. 

Knives and Stitches

The year was 1946 when I was a young bride. I migrated out to the Northwest state of Washington from Oklahoma with my husband. It was when the WW11 had just ended and so many veterans were returning to their homes and getting married. We were living with my new inlaws and looking for something to live in.  Housing was extremely scarce with so many looking for rentals.

They lived in the middle of a fruit ranch on Garretson's grade where other ranch workers lived. My brother-in-law and wife, Darrell and Dorothy were visiting them and they are the ones we came with to make our home out here. I'm still here but he got up and left in 2010. Well, not on purpose but he passed away from medical problems. I said all that to say this:

One day they all packed up and went to Spokane and the Hub, Grandpa and I stayed behind so the men could pick apples. So I was the chief cook and bottle washer. Well, the very first day I was washing the dishes after lunch, the men had returned to the orchard. I am all alone and was washing the dishes and put a glass in the cupboard when I accidentally tipped a glass over and they tumbled out and I was trying to keep out of trouble and tried to catch the glasses. They broke against each other and my hand caught the broken glass in my left hand and across my little finger. We found out there is a main artery in your little finger and the glass cut across it and severed it, blood begin to surge out of ot with every heart beat and I was soon covered with blood, I found a huge bath towel and wrapped it up and went outside to see if I could find someone. They didn't have a phone. As I remember there were three or four houses in the area. Someone just happened, to drive in to one of the homes, I think my guardian angel had something to do with that. You know we all have one. The young men were driving a brand new car and they told me to get in which I did and we drove down into the orchard and found Bud. We took off for Yakima, this area was several miles from a hospital. We arrived at the hospital and I was drenched in blood and so weak Bud had to carry me in there and this is the part that is so unbelievable you may not believe me, but a nurse said , " Well, it's just a cut finger, you can take her to one of those doctors in the Larson building", so that is where we went and I was carried in there and up an elevator and the Dr was livid, he sewed it up but said if I was in the hospital he would have ordered a blood transfusion. I wish he would have ordered it anyway because I was so weak and sick the rest of the summer. 

Sorry this is such a long drawn out story but I get carried away!

My Rolling Life

Life rolls right along at a snail's pace when you reach this age. I sometimes reminisce about my younger age. I went to bed around nine and went to sleep within five minutes and slept the entire night and was not interrupted by potty calls. Woke up in the morning by the annoying alarm clock. Crawled out of bed and into the shower. Come rain or shine it was a shower every morning. I put a slice of bread in the toaster and went to the corner of our property to get the newspaper out of the box and the toast had popped up by the time I came back in.That was my breakfast most mornings. I could read the paper without the magnifying glass. Then I worked the crossword puzzle. I always worked the crossword puzzle and still do. It's the only reason I take the paper these days and I have decided to discontinue the paper when the subscription runs out. I can't justify paying so much for a puzzle when I can go to the dollar store and buy a whole book of them. 

I had a husband during those years and his job was always earlier than mine so he would get up and eat his breakfast and make his lunch and be gone by the time I got up. He read the paper at night. He read every word in the paper. I can only imagine how much he would have loved the Internet and the world wide web. He passed away at age 70 from heart problems and diabetes. Back in those days you only went to a doctor when you were sick. So one day he had a heart attack. A nurse was giving me a bad time because I didn't tell them that my husband had diabetes so I told her I didn't know he had diabetes. He had open heart surgery and was one the first to have it. We had to fly to Portland, Oregon to have it done. It was very new at that time and Portland was the nearest place to us. Seattle wasn't even doing it.

Well, now it's past my bedtime.

So goodnight!!

A couple years ago

More Wind (sorry, I just need to vent)

It's another day in the rocking chair, my hearing is going, the eyesight is fixing to leave, (that is redneck speech) My back is fixing to quit on me. I'm fixing to pull the curtain myself. Don't get alarmed! I would never do that. I sit around and think about things a lot. The other day I remembered the time I was about 15 and it was different then, your parents knew you would be safe roaming the streets down town and my bestie friend and I went to the bowling alley and played some games. We ran into some friends there and were having a great time so we decided to go to another place to see what was happening and decided to use the restroom first. I was thinking this is so much fun and was happy as could be and when I came out of the restroom my so-called friends had ran out and left me on purpose.  My heart sank to my feet, sudden despair. I cried all the way home and I am not kidding snot and tears running down my face. Met other people on the sidewalk and I didn't care. It was the most hurtful thing that has ever happened to me to this day. I still remember it vividly, but I haven't even thought of for years until recently.

One of the closer friends finally got in touch later and apologised and said she didn't want to and wished she wouldn't have been a part of it. We ended up being friends. We even corresponded until her death several years ago. Her name was Elsie. 

I think this is the first time I have ever told anyone about it and now the whole world can know it for all I care. 

I guess I'll peddle on outta here! Till next time.

Stuffing for a Blah Blog

I live such a dull life I enjoy just seeing another human being and to get in a car and go some place, any place, is a thrill. Today Chris and I both had hair appointments. Our appointments were at 1 PM. We started out at about 11:30 and had so much time to kill so we went to Safeway because Pepsi was on sale. An hour later our baskets were full so we checked out. At least I got caught up on all the things I have been out of. Then we went to Robin so she could cut our hair. I got a long awaited perm and Chris got a cut and some highlights. Then we went to a very late lunch or a very early dinner whichever you want to call it. My hunger called it a very late lunch so I made a pig of myself. Now it's nearly 9 PM and I am still not hungry. 

That was all I did but I was so weary tired for what reason I do not know. Probably from over stuffing myself. 

I don't have much to write about anymore but just thought I'd check in. The poem is something Chris says a lot. She said she got it from her Dad. 

Spring has sprung

The grass has ris

I wonder where 

the little flowers is

I'm outta here!

Boredom Is Upon Us

It can't get much boring than this.

Today I cooked a fowl in the oven, but I fouled it up, I didn't cook it long enough and it had a foul taste because it was still raw. You can eat raw beef and won't die, but chicken meat needs to be cooked to a certain temperature or it could be deadly or at least make you sick and not only that it doesn't taste very well. I'm telling you this as if you wouldn't know otherwise. I'm assuming my two readers dropped out of school.

I'm so bored I am thinking about buying a ukulele or small guitar to see if I can learn how to play it. I have a music keyboard and haven't had any luck with it. I learned how to play a couple of tunes with chords, but any five year old could do the same thing. Sassy even gets fed up with it. It's in the bedroom and when I start playing it she comes in and gets on my bed and  starts jumping around like crazy. Or just maybe she is dancing to my music, that's it! 

Oh,PS. I cooked the chicken until it was dead this time. 

Now, I'm going to see if that Basketball game is over.

TaTA till next time.

Blink and Bat

I'm waiting for my hair to dry.  It takes two hours. That's about as exciting as it gets around here these days. Now tomorrow is going to be different because I will get shot, in the arm that is. Prolia shot. 

The next day I will have a bone scan. Then the calendar is blank the rest of the month. Blank is what it's all about lately. When you're lucky enough to even see someone, you can't really see them, all you see is a mask. To smile at a stranger you just blink your eyes at them instead.  Blink or bat, what is the difference? Just don't wink.

I started this yesterday, so the shot is today. 

I'm looking forward to it because Chris will be taking me and then we will be going for a late lunch or an early dinner. Whatever it's called we will be able to eat inside a restaurant if they are not overly busy. We still need to be six feet apart. They allow you to take the mask off long enough to eat.

I saw a lady on TV that had on a mask with a big smile drawn on the mask. 

As you can see I have nothing to write about so I shall sign off and stare out the window some more.

He was born in 1920. Not sure what year the car is.

His name is Kenneth AKA Bud.

Never too old to Learn

I learn something new almost everyday. Today I learned that the Red Cross is there for us. No matter how petty you think the problem is.

I had a beeping noise that I couldn't decide where it was coming from. About every twenty seconds or so something would beep. It was most irritating. I decided it must be the smoke detectors. The batteries must have died. I don't climb ladders too well so I called the Red Cross because a few years ago they installed the smoke alarms. Well, they no longer have anyone in this area to service them. He said he would call around and see what could be done. In the meantime Polly, my neighbor, came in to give me my mail. She said, "Your smoke monoxide detector is beeping". My what is beeping? I said. So she went to her home and came back with some tools and set about taking it off the wall and replaced the battery, I happened to have a battery on hand. She put the new battery in and Lo and behold it stopped beeping. I said, "Well, thank you Polly. I will crochet her something.

I had forgotten all about the Red Cross and when I was having dinner the phone rang. (the phone always rings when you have dinner).

It was the Red Cross and said when you have such a problem call 911 and they will send the Fire Dept without the bells and whistles out and take care of the problem. Everything seems to be normal again. I am very impressed with the red Cross for caring about me and my little problem. I should give them some blood but I'm already so tired I can't do anything. Blood test said it was normal. I think lack of good sleep is the problem.