Old eyes and shaky fingers

This afternoon Alexandra and I sat down to make more jewelry. We are new to this hobby although the first go round went pretty well, you'd think it would be all down hill but something has changed.

Alex is very clever and talented. She can put together a necklace or bracelet in the speed of light with a variety of colors, styles, and beads while I am struggling putting the ends on her designs. I am quietly thinking that I must come up with a better strategy or working arrangement because we are not actually working together. I am too grumpy as I struggle to put the string through the little holes of the clamps, crimps, and jollies and all the rest of the doo daas that finishes the piece. We have a bright light in the room but I need a lamp that shines directly on the work, so there's something else to be in the way. Organizing the work area has been another thing. I thought this was going to be a fun way to spend time with my granddaughter but I find myself being irritated and grumpy with her and that is defeating the whole purpose of this time.

So its back to square one and starting my plan all over. I think the best would be for me to put the finishing touches on the jewelry after both of us have worked together on a couple of pieces. Until I get the hang of it and can whip right through the most difficult part, I think this will work out the best - she won't mind waiting until I put on the finish touches. This way we will have time to work together and share ideas.

There are so many beautiful beads, chains, hooks, finishing thingies and so many other things to add on - beading is an art in itself. I know we will have fun and enjoy our accomplishments once we get situated and organized together. We have lots of books to go through for new ideas.

I have made myself a bracelet which fell apart but I do know why - I didn't have it connected correctly at the end. Believe it or not, there's a lot to know and learn. My hands shake more these days than when I was younger and my eyes have trouble dealing with putting the stretchy string through the small holes - like threading a needle, but I can do it if I keep trying. Like Thomas the Train, I think I can, I know I can. We will reap the rewards of our accomplishments and the time we spend together.

The sound of quiet

Candy to my ears - no noise, no TV, no radio, or music, no one hammering or mowing the lawn or construction work. No yelling or shouting, no traffic, just quiet. It is rare here in our home. I know it's a lot to be thankful for - to have a home that grandchildren can grow up in, but there are those moments when quiet is a diamond moment. This is it right now. Awwwwwwww! taking it all in.

The sun is setting and there are a few hummingbirds getting their last licks from the feeders. They are amazing - they are up early and still feeding way after dark and the other birds have settle in their designated trees.

This has been a very busy week. Bob celebrated his 68th birthday yesterday. A quiet one by most standards. We did go out to eat at our favorite pizza place - Metro Pizza, but we had the birthday cake celebration tonight - it was a time factor yesterday. He was melancholy yesterday and a little depressed today - I don't know if it was the age thing or the health age thing. He has accomplished a lot in his lifetime. I know how he feels though, we do wish we were at a different place in our life, but sometimes there are things we can't change. There are times when we should be thankful for what we have but not give up hope.

I'm going to to doctor for my leg on Monday, gosh, I can't wait - what a pain in the butt it's been dealing with this. I'm not one to give in to pain, but as I've gotten older I sometimes feel like a big baby. Oh well, we just keep on plugging don't we as long as we can.

Soldier Tom's birthday is in a little over a week. He and his gal Tine are so full of energy and we are so dull compared to their lifestyle. He said to me that we are at the age we don't want to celebrate birthdays anymore. I don't know where he got that idea, I don't mind it, but would just like to have a big party but no one around here knows how to give a big fun party so its the same ole thing. My husband is a quiet man with a sense of humor and I am grateful for him from the bottom of my heart to my tippy toes. I am blessed to have him in my life and to celebrate birthdays with him.

Weekend breaking in on us again, where do the days go! Hope you have a great one, keep safe, God bless.

ჱܓDirty Dancing "She's Like The Wind" by Patrick Swayze (1987) ჱܓ

Patrick Swayze has passed away at age 57 after a 2 year battle with pancreatic cancer. He will be missed but his spirit will live on forever and he will suffer no more.

The men, they are cooking Sunday dinner..

As previously mentioned, me and my water bound knee plus large black and blue lump on foot of leg of same water logged knee is reporting no change and ability to get around remains difficult and limpingly to say the least. However, one bright star at the end of the universe is a husband who will try anything. Sunday dinner is something we look forward to, so husband Bob agreed to do the work while I supervised from the kitchen chair. Agreed!!!!

As time neared to get things rolling in the kitchen, the telephone rang, it was Soldier Tom calling from Ft Bragg, well actually his car as he was on his way to the grocery. He was hesitating, but inquiring apologetically, he needed advice. He was determined to cook dinner tonight for Tine, and he needed help. How do I cook lasagna he asked? This was the meal he had decided to do to prove he could put together a dinner for Tine. The men in this family can't turn down a challenge, so I imagine Soldier Tom was challenged and he was determined to complete his cooking mission. So, how do you give advice over the phone on how to cook lasagna? Holy cow!!!! My brain went into freeze zone then thawed because this was my forte - cooking and computers. I gave him suggestions especially the quick way will be to use the recipe on the box of lasagna noodles for measurements which is what I follow and not try to make the sauce from scratch the first time. I'm available if you need more help was the final words before we said final sentiments of love you and take care. Then twenty minutes later as Bob was cooking, I remember the time difference - it was 7:30 PM his time, it would be 11:00 PM probably before they eat. I called him and suggested something less time consuming or easier, but he wouldn't budge - he was committed. So, we parted on those word and I haven't heard from him since. I'll give him a call in the morning to see how it went. Bob and I wondered if Tine was helping out too or was this a "do it alone" challenge? I know he helps her in the kitchen all the time. I'm proud of him for learning and achieving involved cooking skills.

Here on the home front, Bob's assignment was Beef Stroganoff. My recipe was a simple recipe. I volunteered to be his sous chef since I could sit and chop. Since Bob became retired he has taken on many kitchen chores. He does seem to enjoy himself and follows instructions very well. The dinner was excellent. It was very nice to enjoy our Sunday dinner together tonight.

The only downside of men in my kitchen is their persistence for turning the heat too high under the skillets. So, my saving grace was to buy them their own pans to cook with and I hide my good cookware. It is lovely to turn over the duties of cooking of fine cuisine to the men in the house. There are bonuses all round.

Saturday evening with George Strait & Favorites

It's been a full day with some accomplishments - did check off some stuff that's been muttering "me next!, me me me!" yes, finally crossed through those things. Bob moved some furniture in Tom's room so we could fit in my nice typing table that Alexandra and I will use to make jewelry. We can spread our jewelry making stuff out and not have to worry about putting stuff away. This was my biggest accomplishment but the day took a turn for the worse when a heavy piece of wood fell on my foot that was the letters and a coat holder spelled out in the letters THOMAS.

My foot is really swollen tonight coupled with the fact my leg has been in pain all week - my regular doc said I had water on the knee but he didn't do anything about it on my last visit. I fell down twice and I'm sure now all that is coming to light. The first time was a few years back when I was taking classes at night at the Community College. We were walking up carpeted stairs that had little strips of lights, but they curved and I didn't see it - I tripped and hit my head and landed lopsided on my knees. They hurt for weeks on end. I didn't go to the doc then - I didn't want an ambulance, but had to sign a paper saying I wouldn't sue the school. The last time I fell was in my kitchen on my slick kitchen tile floor - it was wet and I went a flying. The knee got infected and doc gave me an antibiotic and that was the last of it until now. Hoping in a few days it will get better if not I'm off to the knee doc - he knows our family personally. Husband Bob and Son Don has been in to see him and had surgery several times - so we're old pros at joint pain. I'm limping around like Festus did on Gunsmoke with Jim Arness. When I was younger I never had accidents and I was active. We had a farm and I was all over the hay wagon, doing tobacco, running cattle and pigs, and running after my kids too. Old age stinks!

Bob has picked up the slack on the tasks at hand, no big deal stuff, just odds and ends. I appreciate his help very much. Son Don has just stopped by for a short stop. He's come up from Phoenix and has to be in Salt Lake City - he's my truck driving son. It's always nice to see him regardless of how long he's here. Kev's working a night shift so we're responsible for granddaughter Alex. Don will aggravate her and she will tease him. She loves it when he stops by.

I haven't had much time to be back here in my back office alone without any interruptions so I can play George loud and sing off key to his music. Bob bought me George's new CD "Twang" for my birthday. There are several really good songs. George is good candy for these old eyes and I love his music - he gives his fans a variety of styles, so you never know what's next with him.

I also enjoy the smooth selection from the Eagles CD, and then there's Sting and Chris Botti - sweet!

I hope you are having a very nice weekend - a very special time for our country in many aspects. May God bless and keep you safe . Take good care.

Talking in my sleep

My friend Ann will be surprised to know that I carried on a telephone conversation with her in the wee hours of the morning. Ann is a regular visitor here to my blog. She's been a friend since the first time I met her when I went to work at Southwest Gas in Las Vegas, back in 1989. She's been my friend through some really rough times in my life, mainly, Brian's accident, caring for him and then his death. I've known her through her own trials as well, especially when she lost her loving father and now as she takes care of her mom.

Ann is one of those kind of people who is very trustworthy. You know whatever you tell her, she wouldn't repeat it to anyone. You can be who you are even if you are having a very ugly day or on the top of the mountain. She also laughs at my jokes which is the main aspect I look for in a close friend - I can be a dingielingie so a friend must understand I have those days. She has a deep love of God and trusts Him to always watch over her.

So, it's not surprising that I would have an out loud verbal conversation with Ann in the middle of the night. I asked my husband this morning if he heard me talking out loud in my sleep and he said he did but he didn't realize it was Ann I was talking to this time. It was a telephone conversation with Ann and a side conversations with one of my kids, now I've forgotten who except that was about erasable markers on a white board. Ann was holding on the phone as I spoke with my kid. Ann's conversation consisted of her telling me what time she would be at school and my out loud response an explanation of when was I going to be there.

Oddly, neither Ann nor I are in school nor do we have kids in school. I have no clue where this conversation with Ann stemmed from and we haven't had a conversation about meeting at school ever. I did wake myself up talking out loud to Ann and that's why I can remember only this part. My family tells me I do talk out loud sometimes in the night and I remember it's usually when I am sick. Actually, I am sick right now, so I must have been delirious last night.

My husband and son sometimes talk in their sleep although I wouldn't repeat what my son says. My husbands speech is so blurred that even straining to hear doesn't help. One night a long time ago, he did hollower out a cuss word and was laughing (not anything promiscuous so don't go there!!!). I had never ever heard him really cuss like a Navy shore man before during those early years and even now it's very unusual so I guess that's why I still remember and it was hilarious!

I wonder if talking out loud in our sleep tells something about our inner thoughts like our dreams? If so, I guess I was thinking Ann and I needed to go back to school for some reason. I wonder what she thinks about that?

Afghanistan Photos of the Day September 7th, 2009

U.S. Army Soldiers from 1st and 3rd Platoons, Apache Company, 2nd Battalion, 87th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division, wake up after spending the night inside a compound in the Tangi Valley in the Wardak province of Afghanistan, August 30th, 2009

U.S. Army Specialist Christian Jimenez cuts the hair of Specialist Indra Geerts at Combat Outpost Tangi in the Wardak province of Afghanistan, August 31st, 2009.

See more photos of our Army in Afghanistan here.

Day after

The 45th anniversary celebration came and went. Bob and I agreed no gifts or cards this year - we both have most everything we want and why get more stuff to move when or if we ever find the home we want to buy.

The day was relaxing, fun, and enjoyable. Very casual with only Kevin, Suzanne and Alexandra present. We had a good time. Son Kevin cooked an absolutely delicious seven course meal and cleaned up. He is an excellent cook. Suz helped where she could.

I was only permitted to contributed the task of doing the deviled eggs because I have this really simple way of mixing the yoke and other ingredients that results in no lumpy yokes. Years and years of lumpy yokes in my deviled eggs and now with a simple suggestion of putting all the ingredients in a plastic bag and mushing it all together, snipping off the end of the plastic bag and piping it into the boiled egg white - presto, fast, quick and done in no time, no mess and fuss.

We talked and joked and reminisced. How did we get here together 45 years through all our fits, arguments, trials and tribulations, and mixed in with all the many joys is a result of our faith in God who is the glue that gives us guidance and shows us the path to take when all else fails. We both know our life would be unbearable without our faith and praying daily for His presence in our life. So many times we don't see the way clearly. We don't understand why things happen. Sometimes the answer of why is obvious. It's always a surprise. Our life is sheltered and protected with His Love and through the wisdom of the Holy Spirit. Our marriage could not have lovingly survived had it not been for His Blessings.

crap happens when least expected---or wanted!

Bob and I are approaching our 45th wedding anniversary date. We can't do anything big deal fuu-fuu, but we were hoping to get out of town for a couple of days just for some quiet time ---- alone, that is the operative word----ALONE - Together,,,,,,,,,! Well, shuckie darn! Crap does happen when least expected, especially when all seems good.

Everything was moving very smoothly, things were ready to go, we went to bed with everything organized, all bases were covered, Kevin was here to take care of things, no big deal problems, smooth sailing. But, it was not to be this time - - woke up at 3 AM with a minor headache, dumb me, didn't take anything for it - - - now, mind you, I hadn't been drinking anything, sometimes certain wines or mixed drinks will give me a headache and I only drink two - three makes me incessantly continually giggly........So by 5 AM the headache had advanced into a migraine. I can't remember the last time I had a migraine - at least back when Brian was alive and that was back in the 90s. If you are one who have migraines, you know you need quiet and dark and the toilet free at all cost. I hugged the pot for an hour - and fortunately we have a nice cozy place where ours is situated and one can grab the walls and not fall or stumble if sick - even laying one's head on the wall and sleeping has happened too -not a perfect place, but when you're sick, who's picky!! Plastic waste can very available, lined with bag easily taken out - quickly - - - well, you get the drift. Bob is a dear, he knows the drill, cold wet washcloth to the forehead and leave. I ended sitting in the bedroom chair - the best position with migrane, laying down is horrible. By noon, I was one-fourth a human being again, quick recovery I think. Bob again is a good nurse, serving chicken ramon soup with 7 up later in the day. I could hear him checking in on me as I slept in the chair.

Dang it!! We'll make plans to go maybe next week. Only a couple of days just a few miles away, not a long drive, but pretty, just to get away. We have responsibilities to help our son and granddaughter, it's different when your our age, and still have responsibilities and can't just pack up and go. I envy those our age who can. After all, we're Senior Citizens and have paid our dues!

You know you never know what God has in mind for your life. I am blessed the best with a loving husband. Forty-five years has flown by so it seems. Dreams have been fulfilled, but I'm not finished dreaming - I have a list, and that list includes loving and laughing, and traveling with the man I've shared my bed with for these past years. We may have situations in our life we can't do anything about right now, we both have health problems that we can't do anything about, but not as bad as they could be, but our reward is our marriage that has stuck. It has worked because of our faith in God and our head strong determination to make it to work. There are those little things - like holding hands still give me chills, he says the same, seeing him in a crowd, watching him walk toward me, the jokes he plays on me, we laugh at the silliest things, just knowing what to do and when, the respect for each other's space. Just knowing he's there.

I can't imagine my life without him. Long lasting love is sweet.

These photos are Humbling! Thank you Marines for your sacrifices and service!

These are a couple of photos presented on the MilitaryNewsNetwork website - link here. The troops are the U. S. Marines at Patrol Base Jaker in Helmand Province, Afghanistan. Please check out the link above for more information on our brave men and women in the Marines.

Caps lock

Time marched on and waited for no man. Retirement isn't all it's suppose to be, in my thoughts and deeds anyhow. As I was going through some of my FaceBook friends.I discovered a lady who I worked for many moons ago. We have now become Face Book friends and have exchanged several notes and she has sent photos of her now adult children and photos of her grandchildren and great grandchildren. However, after sending the photos, I failed to responded as appropriately as I should have and I felt badly for that lack of attention. I realized today that it's my husband's fault.

Now, don't laugh - although, I can just hear him giving out a huge "gaff fall" or laugh after reading that sentence. He and I are tied at the hip since he's retired. I am grateful he is a workaholic and enjoys working around our home - - - especially outside. I do have to have a plan and let him know when I will be washing the kitchen floor so he won't be coming in for water - I never seem to get it timed correctly so its better to prepare. The tall and short of it is it is great to have a solid relationship and know you can depend on one person entirely. But, as I realized not just an hour ago, I have neglected my blogs and email notes to friends, and unfortunately - my household budget! Yikes!!

Yes, we are involved with Farm Town, you'd think we didn't have a life off that "farm" and for awhile that's all we did because we shared harvesting each others crops to make more coins to buy more property to buy more animals and for me buildings and things. But, I was going nuts and complaining as I clicked with vehemently unintentional disdain for those little booger crops and that avatar that is representative of me - she is an aggravating little thing - - - - sometimes!! I have finally gotten control of the mouse pointer and know how to get around her silly movements. I know, it sounds beyond reality, and it is, I agree. Right now my life is in limbo and Farm Town is on some days fun planning. For my husband, hearing the "cockadoodle-doo" from all his chicks and roosters are music to his ears. He actually isn't from the farm life but he did spend a lot of his life growing up around farms with his grandparents and aunts and uncles and he worked during the summer with a good friend of the family. So it was inevitable that when we first met, he shared his dream of one day wanting to own a farm, and I knew we would - and we did. He had plenty of baby chicks, chickens and roosters and all of the rest of the farming necessities. We left the farm back in 84 but now in 2009, he is playing farm on his computer. Now, how funny is that!!!!

The painters have been here and gone, but have to come back tomorrow to fix a room that turned out lousy. The rest of the place looks fantastic! Bob and I are tired and very slow at getting things back to normal. This ole grey mane ain't what she use to be and I just can't move it like I use to. My mother-in-law told me once back in 1993 that I moved through my duties like I was the Duracell Bunny - now I think my Duracell Bunny is in a coma.

What day is this?

Gosh dawg, I can't keep track of the days. Oh me how I yearn for the sound of the highway under the rubber of the tires of my RV! We've been so busy seens like for years I wonder if I'll ever feel really retired.

The painters are here, this is their second day. They are doing the back bedrooms and bath. They have done a beautiful job and are good workers. Isn't it marvelous when you do pick a good contractor on whatever house project you need accomplished. It is expensive too as I am sure you are very aware. Bob use to do all this stuff but he's old now and can do some. He would have done the painting but I said no because I wanted it done this year. He's a workaholic on slow down pills. I don't expect anything more of him. He's put in his 2 cents and then some during our marriage. Bob is a jack of all trades and a master of many skills. He has built a one may plane, a boat, canoe, summer swing, build an addition onto our home by himself, and on and on - he is a very dependable worker if I may say so.

Here is a recent photo of my farm on Farm town. I've been putting a cross outline with my crops. It's amazing what others have made with flowers and crops. Many very creative people out there in cyper land.

While the painters were here yesterday, Bob and I hibernated in my office all day. There's a day bed in there so he caught up on his sleep and there's a TV and we had both our computers, also plenty of juice and fruit cups and water. Today, we've moved to the kitchen area with our computers. Bob is anxious and biting at the bit ready to get to work putting this end of the house back in order. I've got windows to wash and other things to clean. Things were sure dusty - seems to be very common for the desert.

Hope you are doing well and life is good for you. Take good care and have a great day!

Another day older and deeper in dept!

Yesterday was my 65th birthday, I don't really feel older. Actually, my body does and that seemed to happen about eight years ago when things started falling apart, maybe a little before that. Thanks to the computer world, my mind is sharp as a tack - ha ha!

I think some of us have this vision of what we hope our birth-day will be like. For me it's all a fantasy. There were no clowns or balloons or strippers or anything fun like that - actually once I got a balloon but never clowns except for those regular family members in attendance and I have never ever seen a stripper. Maybe after 65 years I should think I am missing something - or not! My husband is very conservative and I doubt that he would approve even at this age.

It was a beautiful day and there's always lots to be thankful for whether the day goes as you had hoped or not. Just being alive and have comforts are blessings enough. My husband and I have reached the time in our life where it would be unusual if we actually gave gifts on special occasions like birthdays or Christmas. I know that may seem odd or unloving, but it's our choice and is working out well. For example, I have wanted forever a Canon SLR/Digital camera and when one came up on sale with good payment no interest deal, that was my early birthday present. I am so grateful to have the camera whether it was early or not. It is the thought that counts after all, isn't it?

Our 45th wedding anniversary is coming up in a couple of weeks. We had hoped to go somewhere but the costs of having the interior of our house painted and having the jacuzzi repaired sort of knocked that idea in the head to kingdom come! We have one more job in the house to do before we put the For Sale sign up and that is to replace the rug in what was Brian's room and is now the grandkid's TV/Computer room. It was and still is a very active room. I've also decided to get a new stove top - the really cool ones in glass, but I know they aren't "real" glass. My stove top is very old and has been wonderful to cook on with a grill in the center, but the burners wires have played out, and only in fairness to the new lady of the house, she'll need a working stove when she moves in. So there you are, there's always something. Hopefully, we can get out and do something special. Looking forward to a cruise one of these anniversaries.

We all have our priorities, don't we! God brings tasks into our lives and the attitude we handle them with determines the outcome of the situation. We can mumble and groan or just do it and pray for help and change for the better. Some of us may seem to have more burdens than others but I believe God doesn't give us more to handle than we can take care of - although there have been times I've argued that point vigorously. We are here to serve and take care of one another and some of our duties are more dependant than others and those individuals need more help. But sometimes I wonder when will that dependency ends and our freedom begins.

Sunday - Thank You to our solders at Vehicle Patrol Base Badel, Afghanistan

Sunday morning at the Sullivan's has progressed as normal. TV and coffee first thing, breakfast, then computer stuff, and just lounging around. We will make a drive up to visit son Brian's grave at the Veteran's Cemetery and put flowers at his grave. But, besides that, it is quiet and we are keeping cool in our nice air conditioned home - the temp being 102 out right now.

It is with deep teary eyed emotion that I think of the contrast between my world and the soldiers that are fighting the war in Afghanistan. We are so grateful for their service to defeat the enemy and their courage of conviction and perseverance. They have no air conditioners in the 120+ temperatures and protections from the sand storms.

Please click on this link to see more photos of the Solders at Vehicle Patrol Base Badel, Afghanistan. Thanks to the Military News Network for these photos and stories.

The soldiers are in our daily prayers. May God bless each and every one of them and keep them safe.

Military Video: Combat Outpost Apache, Afganistan

MilitaryNewsNetwork says to check out this video that shows daily life for Soldiers at Combat Outpost Apache in Afghanistan where they go toe-to-toe with Taliban fighters.

Twittering and Tweets

I cannot hear the birds twittering this morning although right now there is a hummingbird on the feeder outside my window. I cannot open my window though because the wind is blowing almost fiercely. It is amazing though how the hummers still manage to plant themselves squarely in place to feed at the hummingbird feeders.

Bob had to purchase new feeders a couple of weeks ago because the little finches managed to hang on to the feeders and they were draining the sweet juice from a couple of the hummers feeders. The new feeders are move difficult for the finches to position themselves to drink. This saves Bob some time in between days to fill up. He keeps a bottle of hummer juice made up all the time. He puts the juice in a Margarita bottle which sometimes confuses me. When my brain is dull and I think I need a drink of something stronger than a cup of coffee and I see that bottle of Margarita in the frig, I am caught off guard and for that split second I do get a thrill and think "yum, a glass of margarita that would be perfect right now!" But, then reality creeps back to my lethargic brain and I remember, and think, dang it, it's not the real thing!!!!

The reason I can't hear the birds singing or the whiz of the several hummers zooming by my window back and forth to the feeder is the wind is blowing, not quite full force, but annoyingly enough to be disruptive and too airy to open the window. Also, it is too warm outside and the air conditioner would turn on which would defeat my purpose of opening the window for fresh air. I love it when I can enjoy natures full sound by an open window and feel confined when I can only see to imagine how lovely it might be. Although, I must admit there is something joyous in the movement of the branches and leaves on the trees and magical how the little hummers and other birds seem to hang on for their dear lives as the tree limbs dance vigorously as the wind jostles each branch to and fro.

I have been engrossed in my Twitter twittering twits and tweets lately. The FarmTown has also taken me away - although please don't compare it to a Calgon "Take me away" moment. I've also attempted to pretend to be very busy packing up stuff some permanently and some just put away only to have to bring back out and arrange once again. The painters will be here next Wednesday to paint the walls and ceilings. I'm not having them paint my office where I am now, or the room Kevin and Alex are in - too much stuff to move out, and we need a nesting room while they work - I don't want to leave.

I've taken the family photos off the walls. So many memories in all those photos. I had walls and walls of photos dating back to my grandma's wedding in the early 1900s. I've packed them away permanently, awaiting the day when we do find the real retirement home Bob and I yearn to have - we are feeling so very empty because we cannot come to terms with this. No place seems to fill what we are looking for - yet! Maybe we are not trusting in God enough, maybe our faith has gotten shallow and we're not feeling the depth of His love and protection. I dunno!

But, there you are. I am loving to Twitter, 90% of the Twits are political. I have added Dr. Henry Kissinger and I even have Martha Stewart and M C Hammer too - it is very interesting, exciting and fun, too. I love it! My FarmTown/Facebook is fun too. Bob enjoys the Farm but I have cut back on my time on it since I was getting nothing done for packing or cleaning. My Blogging has been neglected, so that's why I'm here this morning - sort of to bring you up to date on my stuff.

I do hope you are well and healthy. I hope your life has been filled with many blessings and great joy. Take good care and God bless.

I suddenly went crazy!

Yesterday, I lost my mind and deleted everything I dearly love and hold close to my heart on the computer. I had a major "fit" as a result of a "situation" which occurred here in my home. I thought my reactions to my actions were fitting at the time, but as time passed, I realized I did a stupid thing. There are things I do which may seem a waste of time to a few but when it comes down to computer stuff for me it's a past time and hobby. There are plenty of other things I could do, but this is what I want to do.

My girlfriend across the street won't do anything on the computer except for her associations and she does data input at her job. She does some searches and purchases, but to do fun stuff, never. But, she does work, and when at home she has a husband who requires her attention and she has all that other stuff like housework to do. But she was adamant about not joining any computer social thing of any sort so now I never ask nor do I share the fun I have.

I don't hold it against her for not liking to get involved or to sign up with me on Face Book or whatever, I'm just pointing out, we all have our thing and I almost messed up what I hold near and dear and that is my Blogs, Twitter, and Face Book when I was outragiously wicked and deleted with a vengence.

Thousands of Mea Copas, - I am so sorry. I may not have many followers here or readers, but this is a source of evacuation of my daily thoughts and sharing with a friend or two (Ann, Hello!) or a family member, they may stop by occasionally, so like stopping to smell a rose or enjoying the hummingbirds outside my window and the song of a little bird singing this morning, my blogs will go on, be that as it may.

Time keeps on slipping

Have you ever fallen asleep while sitting at the keyboard? I did just a few minutes ago -the reason being I am very tired. I read a blog yesterday about a young woman who was loosing sleep because she missed her dog who had to be put to sleep. I responded because I understood. But, last night my loss of sleep is related to organization. Don't you just hate it when you take your "work" to bed with you!!!!

Yesterday the painter man came to finalize our plans to paint the interior of the house. I haven't yet heard from the painter scheduler man to know exactly when the painting crew will converge into our home, but I was told maybe in two weeks. We have a big home with lots of pictures and lots of nik naks and stuff that has to be packed out of the way. So, last night, my brain decided to do some planning and organizing.

But wait! that wasn't all. Then I decided to worry about Tom. Don't ask! It's a "mother" thing - life, love, happiness, future, and all that jazz. And, that's not all - I got the heebie jeebies and heard noises in the house. Forget it now - they'll be no sleeping tonight!!!! And there pretty much wasn't any sound sleeping. Maybe catnaps, I'd wake up and look at the clock and think, aw heck, I don't want a cup of coffee this early and I'd doze off for a few more minutes. Finally, I couldn't take it and was up at 5, which isn't too bad, considering.

My brain is filled with organization this morning and I've attempted to pass all that information on to Bob, to rejuvenate him, motivate him, but, no way - he slept very well last night. The lessons I learned when I was in business will be put on hold until my office staff consisting of one - Bob, and I can sit down and put the daily dish of to-dos on paper. We have way too many things to do in a short period of time and unless it's written, we will forget then we will panic!

Right now, I am going to take a nap.

Four & a half months plus a few days until Christmas

Geez, its hot outside, must be humidity in the air too, temp not as high as last week, thank goodness. Nothing exciting happening here - same ole stuff. I did realize today the heat really affects Bob's attitude. Generally, he is a very polite and calm individual but today at the Wal-Mart check out lane, he was snappy at the clerk. I was asking the clerk about a price and Bob as usual wasn't wearing his hearing aids and was concentrating on the ATM machine which usually doesn't want to recognize his number - its a very used card - so his frustration showed up in his responses. I do have empathy for him, knowing that when you can't understand or hear what is going on around you, it can be confusing. The clerk was a nice guy. He had an old timey Peace symbol around his neck. I would have commented but then its becomes an even bigger distraction for Bob although Bob is accustomed to me talking a lot but I shouldn't be distracting the clerk at check out time.

Getting old is really for the birds. Literally! When you lose your hearing it is disturbing not understanding what is going on around you. Also, our knees and other parts of our body have decided to shut down at various times. Although, I will say, as we were going into the store this afternoon there was a couple going in along side us - this lady was much older than I and man-oh-man she was moving! Her husband was trailing along behind a few feet so I backed off to let him catch up to her.

I've gotten lazy this year but I've made a pact with Bob to get active. Things have been despondent not knowing what to do about this house and dealing with our adult children's problems, and a bunch of other stuff, but hey you know what? Life is too darn short to let those things mess up a good day!!!!!

So, here's hoping you are well and are having a great day! May God bless you abundantly with your everyday needs and then a little extra. Take care!

Now I'm feeling Old

August First - eligible for Medicare, the card is now in effect. What is 65 suppose to feel like? If it weren't for the arthritis, other elder pains, and getting more forgetful, I could say I don't feel like I'm ready for medicare. I'm not 65 YET and don't claim it until my birthday in a couple of weeks.

I'm a true Leo. I've just found out several other acquaintances are Leos too and I can see those traits in them. Bob, my husband, is Virgo, and a good Virgo too. I'm not really into the sign business seriously, it is just sorta interesting how it is the traits they place on a sign seems to fit the birthday personality.

I'd love to go to Disneyland but I'm sure we won't at least not now - really it's too hot, in the fall would be better. Hopefully, we'll have the painters in during that time. We've decided on a business that has a crew rather than a one man job. The business has all the insurance and coverage should something go wrong.

I am split into two personalities - one that cries and one that is excited. The one that cries is crying because she has to sell a home that has so many memories - but forgets the real reason for selling to downsize both for room size and expense. The excited one can't wait to sell and get settled somewhere then travel, travel, and more travel.

It's been hotter than hades here - we've stayed in the house except to go shopping or swimming. One day trip to Wal-Mart resulted in a dead truck battery after returning from shopping and it was a miserably hot, hot, hot day. Both Bob and I felt awful to start out - the heat is rough on respiratory problems to begin with. But, it did all end out good, we called triple A, forgetting that Wal-Mart has batteries, but they probably would take time to install it, but AAA carries batteries for sale, they install it, so Bob was very thankful for that task completion. I am too.

A beautiful yellow bird just came by my window. I've never seen one like it before and I didn' t have my camera. We sat out on the porch this morning and I hear a bird singing and the sound was similar to a canary, so I am wondering if this yellow bird was, in fact, the one that was singing such a beautiful melody.

Hope you all are well and life is good at your place. God bless.