Grumpy Me

The last time I complained about how boring life is, I was bombarded with ants, so I shalt never complain about being bored again. The ants seemed to come out of the woodwork. I got rid of those after a few dollars. 

Kenny goes to the store for me. When he came in with the groceries and I started emptying the bags and kept finding things not on the list. He decided to point it out that they were on my list, the list he showed me was dated March and this is July. Oh well, I can always use it, but I wish I had some lettuce. I guess we need to delete those grocery list from the phone.

Some of the commercials on TV are more entertaining then the program. Or maybe I have entered my second childhood. I am so old I can remember going to a neighbors house to listen to the radio. I also remember going to visit a relative, but mainly it was to watch their TV. When that microwave came out it was unbelievable that you could heat a bowl of soup in a couple minutes. 

The dishwasher was the one I appreciated more than any other. When I was a child it was my own bicycle. 

I'm just killing time. Back to the recliner! I seldom get out of the recliner. I have a back problem and if that isn't a good enough excuse, I will be 93 next month. 

When women get this old we stop trying to pass as being 10 years younger and start bragging about how old we are. 

 

 

The Big Bad Ants

The house gets messy when the ants come to visit. At first they are on the table and I have Hot Shot ant spray just in case! So I sprayed their happy little arses. Then I discover they are in the cupboard all over the dishes. So I unload everything to the table. So they are all over the table again. At least they aren't in the pantry so I close that door as though a door is going to stop an ant. It looked like they were coming in through the back door as though they had been invited. I sprayed the doorway. 

Polly, my neighbor happen to pop in and she went home and got her Raid spray. I rinsed the dished and put each dish in the dishwasher. I didn't want to wash dishes with the ants. Then I discovered they are all over the shelves in the pantry and I ran out of spray and soon Polly ran out of spray. I asked Kenny to go buy some ant  spray. Now they are on the higher shelves and I cannot get on a foot stool or anything like that so  I'm going to call the professionals. I called Pointe insect spray co. or whatever they are called. He said they are called Point, leave the E off of it. 

They came and sprayed every room in the house, garage and outside the house and it can take up to 14 days to kill all of them.

There were still some this morning but I haven't seen one for quite a long while so maybe they are history. I have had ants before but a little spray got rid of them.

Ho-hum Pandemic

It's boring, mundane and a little insane so I decided to grab a nap to break up the monotony. I kicked back the recliner and closed my peepers, I drift off into the land of Nod very quickly when the man from the postal service rang my bell, doorbell that is. It startled me and I made a giant leap out of my chair and staggered to the door. He had a great huge box and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Wow! what did someone send me! I asked the carrier if he would set it inside for me because I would still be out there trying to get it inside. He very kindly did that for me, now I remember what it is. A large bundle of toilet paper. Oh well, life is life.

Ant Dance

Now I have something to write about! I had an invasion today from an ant family reunion. Creepy little critters just moved in and took over. I went out to the kitchen to get something to eat but the ants had beat me to it. Blazen little devils just marched in through the back door. There must have been a jillion of them. I broke up their happy dance. I sprayed until I ran out of spray and washed everything down with Clorox water and mopped the floor and I had to do that from a chair because of my ailing back. My chairs have wheels so I was mopping and wheeling, and now I am so tired I can't see straight. I still see a little straggler now and then. I don't know how fast they reproduce. When we are kids they teach us about the bird's and bee's but tell us nothing about the damned ant. You just have to learn the hard way. 

Now I am going to look in the back yard and see if there is an ant hill and if there is it will soon be history. 

 Have a happy day ~~~~~~~~~

HOT

It's the last day of June and it's hotter than the hottest part of hell. What is it going to do in August? This horrible heat is worse than the pandemic. Just find a cool place and hibernate until the snow falls. I think they predicted 115 degrees for today.

My neighbor across the street put an air cooler, air conditioner, or whatever it is in a window. I hope it works. Now, I hear that the businesses that sell them are sold out.  Mine is still working full time. I guess it'll shoot the electric bill up a few notches. I have my electricity set up to average it out and take out automatically. 

How could I have anything to write about, I just sit here and talk to the four walls. They talk back to me too. They tell me it isn't their fault. 

I play my Ukulele. Ha-Ha, that's a joke. I can play something that sounds like Red River Valley. I get on a roll at times and it actually sounds good, but I have to hold my mouth a certain way to get it right. Hey, it's something to do.

Chris and I have lost all interest in going anywhere, Their car doesn't have AC. Kenny said the temperature was 166 degrees in it. We just have to learn to be tough. Easier said than done. 

Summer Time

Sometimes people with pets put clothes on them and the animal doesn't seem to mind at all. I have a cat and she has a mind of her own. You're not going to put a sweater or hat on her or even a collar. She wears a beautiful fur coat which she keeps as clean as possible. Just a few days ago she coughed up enough hairballs to make another coat. Her hair is floating around me all the time, but so far I haven't coughed up any hairballs. 

The heat is terrible, but I have a very good air conditioner and it is working non stop. In the Fall I will have some maintenance done. There are a lot of cottonwood trees and they are very bad for the A/C.  I have it cleaned in the Fall. So far it's doing a fine job. 

I've been hungry for Cottage Cheese. It has to be 4% and small curd. Lite Cottage cheese is much better for you, but at my age the sky is the limit. I've been here long enough so I tend to throw all caution to the wind, I eat what I enjoy. 

I wish I had a car  so when I want something I could go get it. I don't cook much anymore because I always do something to screw it up. I give up. Someone bought me some Black Angus hamburger patties. They make the most delicious hamburger I ever had. I guess they are pre seasoned because I didn't add salt or anything. I didn't even have any lettuce but I have Walla  Walla sweet onions and a slice of tomato and mayo. Anyway, I didn't screw up the hamburger.

This is probably the most boring post of all time. My cat is so bored and keeps getting in my face and meowing. She thinks a few treats will solve the problem. 

This is Aniyah, my great-great granddaughter
and her mother, Wendy.

Well, goodbye and I will be back if anything exciting happens.

Happy Pappy Day

Everything seems to move along at a snails pace. I guess I'm in no hurry. I'm so far over the hill now and I'm still not there yet. 

The Yakima Valley is having a heat wave and it'll be a happy day when it leaves. I don't go out very often and I have A/C and I do love the longer days, but it could cool off a little.

I have lost interest in crocheting and knitting so here I sit. I also don't care about reading anymore. So I twiddle my thumbs. Maybe I could enter a thumb twiddling contest, I'm getting good at it. 

I don't even have a neighbor to visit with. I'm probably the oldest one on the block. At least I have that Honor. But no one knows about it but me. 

I see a neighbor across the street that goes outside to smoke. § Well, more puffs to him, been there done that.

Happy Fathers day to all the fathers out there. 

This is a picture of my Daddy ready for church. He was born in 1900. He also did some preaching in his day. He just enjoyed it.

Mind Boring

Today is exactly the same as yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. I am so bored I may take up smoking again and I am not going outside to smoke. It's my house and it's my smoke. Well, of course I'm kidding. If I inhaled a puff of smoke I would probably die. Suicide by Smoking the Obituary would read.

Everyone would gasp and say 'How could she afford those cigarettes' .

I turned the oven on and totally forgot about it. I finally remembered and put a tiny Pizza in it, this time I set the timer. I eat when I get hungry. 

One thing about living alone, you can do as you please. 

Chris, my best friend, is in Florida visiting family and I miss her because we do lunch once a week and that is a big deal for me and my dull life. She is returning Wednesday I think. She has been gone for two weeks. 

I had a leak in an irrigation pipe and thankfully I have a son that worked in the field and knows about everything there is to know about such things, He fixed it and put sealer on that had to dry for 24 hours before the water could be turned back on so since he lives in Moxee, my other son turned the water back on. You have to 

climb down in a window well and reach under the house to turn it on. It has nothing to do with my drinking water. I was able to do it myself until I was about eighty I had a little trouble getting out of the hole so I decided no more of that.

Well. I have turned into the born loser. The Pizza I mentioned was done beyond recognition so I fed it to the garbage can. The timer no longer works so I also fed it to the garbage can. I found a Chicken Pot Pie in the freezer so since the oven was already hot I put it in the oven and used another timer.   This timer is setting here by me and I can hear it ticking so I know it's working. Now, I have to wait  and hour before it's done. It'll be dinner hour before it gets done.

Since I live this boring, dull life I have nothing more to say.