Monday, May 22, 2017

Late Sunday Night

It is almost Monday morning, May 22, here in the USA.  Yesterday morning our bonus granddaughter showed up unexpectedly.  She and a friend brought us still warm Round Rock donuts.  This was her way of thanking us for helping out with her transportation of late.  She is still having headaches from the concussion she received from a header in soccer.  I know I was left tired, headachy and dizzy at times for a while after my mild concussion.  She is having to go to school and try to concentrate while still not fully recovered.

Probably the best part of her visit was she sat down along with the friend and just visited with us.  We talked about their classes and upcoming finals.  Then found the hubcaps for her car.  She just passed her driving test and received her license a week before her concussion.  Then she could not drive till just this week.  The point was she was relaxed and comfortable.  As the friend is, also, our oldest grandson's best friend, we have known him for, well, since he was a year old.  He was as comfortable as our granddaughter just visiting with two old folks.

no contrast Hubby
More of this past week was spent gathering some of the items we are needing for the trip.  A slight hitch has come up with our passport renewal.  My new passport has arrived but Hubby's has required a new picture to be submitted.  The one we sent had no contrast.  He is a white man with a white beard standing in front of the required neutral background.  Hard to get a contrast.  Oh, well.  $9 later a second photo made by AAA, another certified letter and his passport is once again in process.  This is cutting it very close.

We now both have folding walking sticks for the trip. Much easier to pack.  Possibly easier to lose, too.  A couple of new garments that will work in the warm July weather in southern France.  I even purchased a dress.   Yes, a dress.  I know!  Pretty unbelievable, isn't it.  A black jump suit for evening wear that feels really good!  And Hubby liked how it looked, too.  Even after 50 years, I still like it when he says sweet things.

Tomorrow I hope to get started on the stack of scanning project.  I would like to get the boxes out of my bedroom!  Once that is done, I will move onto doing some sewing.  I would like a few more beach comber length pants for the trip.  And I have not finished my blouse from the material bought in Germany.  Looks like the next few weeks will be busy.  Throw in a week of grandkid wrangling and a few days with my sisters and it will be July 1 before you know it.  Guess I'd best get off this computer and head for bed.

Thanks for stopping in and visiting.


My bags and circles had just
the right contrast with no smile

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Remembering and Missing

This morning as I was enjoying a nice cup of coffee before getting ready for a Mother's Day brunch I felt a little sad.  I miss my Mother and my Mother in Law.  They have been gone now for over 2 and 3 years respectively.  Then I looked up at the window above the sliding glass door.  As I observed the reflections on the curtain a lady spoke of how her mother always is revealing herself.  Her mother had passed when she was in her 20's.  Now that she had children she understands why her mom shed happy tears.  She understands what loving a child means and how much her mother had loved her.  There was more that you can watch here.

It spoke to my heart.  It spoke in chorus with the images on the curtain.  Cause those images were reflections of different parts of their lives as well as mine.  Canning jars from my MIL, Edna.  An intertwined set of lovebirds from Mom and Dad's 50th celebration or maybe their 60th.  There is the set of chimes from my sister with the cardinals cause Mom loved cardinals.  All week long a male Northern Cardinal has been visiting my little patio.  Both Mom and Edna would have enjoyed seeing the bright red of the birds feathers.

While those two women would not be visited by us today I felt their presence.  Both women loved gardening so I noticed there were even the shadows of leaves on the curtain.  The sparkles of light as the sun etched images on the cloth brought joy to my heart.  The joy of memories, of love and of our mothers.

Thanks for stopping by and visiting.

Thursday, May 11, 2017


Last month when our cousin was visiting we did a road trip out into the Hill Country.  Hoping to see some blue bonnets. Hubby had done the research to find the best possibility for finding some of the flowers.  The season was coming to an end and most areas were fading.  We came around the corner and saw this.

After about 20 minutes of photo snapping we left the area.  From there we continued driving the back roads.  Where upon we came upon an old cemetery.  Hubby obliged by making a u turn so we could get the photos of these lovely flowers.  I have not identified what they are, pretty is good enough for me as an identity.

It is nice to have most of my software loaded on the new computer.  I have managed to retrieve large numbers of my photos.  Now you will have to put up with my posting again.  As for how we are spending our time, well, we are being transport.  Our granddaughter has another concussion so she is having to go to school for only half days.  Hubby and I are on standby for driving duty to or from school.  DIL has a new job so taking time off is not the best idea.  That is why we are here.  Just like the bluebonnets, right where we are supposed to be.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017


The last several days I have been awakening earlier than usual for me.  I have been dressing and  staying up for the day.  Walking in the cool, early morning air makes it so much easier to achieve my walking goals.  With the trip to the French Riviera and another Viking cruise only about 9 weeks away, I am working to get in better shape for the inevitable walking and stair climbing.  In 2016 our trip on the Rhine, Main and Danube my walking was challenging.  It was only two months following total knee replacement when we made the trip.  Trusting the traumatized muscles to manage the cobblestone streets and stairs was somewhat stressful.  Oh, but the beauty of what we were seeing left any discomfort in the rear of the train.

This trip will be much shorter.  There will still be a good deal of walking.  Both knees are working very nicely these days though there can be some soreness in the tissue of the more recently replaced knee.  There is that foot thing that developed into a good deal of discomfort over the winter.  After two days of over 8,000 steps and a few flights of stairs, today the foot is saying ouch.  So, ice, elevate and rest the bugger.  Cause this old gal is not going to be hampered on this trip by a game foot.

If you want to know where our longboat will visit this time click here.  We are calling this our golden trip in honor of 50 years surviving being married to each other.  Sissy and BIL are on the trip, too, to help us celebrate.  We will be staying in Nice for a few days before going aboard the longboat.  Sis and I have been getting tours booked for those days a well as tours on the half days aboard the boat.  One day in Nice we will be taking a tour to Monaco and back across to Cannes.  Hubbies are considering an electric bike tour while Sissy and I may take in a museum or some shopping.  Really wanted to do the boat harbor tour but could not get the times to work for us.

The confusion of last week was in part due to getting flights coordinated to have leg and butt room for our oversized hubbies and selves.  Leg room accomplished but not so much the axe handle of a rear on me and a couple of others in the group.  I was ready to plunk down the $, seats were available but could not be booked until 6 weeks before the flight.  I thought that was just too weird...  Any who, I did get my spreadsheet set up and was able to get a few things organized mentally and am doing much better. 

Hubby lost one of the walking sticks the last day of the 2016 trip.  That has been replaced and now I am coveting the newer style for myself.  Have put in a request for one for Mother's day.  Additional memory cards have been purchased along with little containers to keep them organized.  Lessons of dead batteries in cameras led to the purchase of backup batteries.  Research into temperature averages for the region has me looking for a light wrap for evenings.  Maybe even a dress, OMG, for a change.
Better close and get the spread sheet up and going.  Just thought of two more things to get done before we leave.  Thanks for stopping by.  Your visit always makes my day a little brighter!


Friday, April 21, 2017

Lost and Found

Over the last few months the computer I used for writing and photo editing developed disk issues.  I was warned of the eminent danger of a total failure.  An online backup was found and days on end were spent as the system was being backed up "out there".  I monitored what was being backed up to make sure all those photos were saved.  Day after day the system ground on with the process.  finally I was notified the process was complete.  I looked quickly and the picture directory was there!

I continued using the system until the day it died.  Hard drive totally dead.  Now wanting to spent the cash for a new computer, I used our 'business' computer for several weeks.  I toyed with the idea of just replacing the hard drive myself.  We asked advise of our son. "Your computer is over 8 years old, replace it" was his response.  After all it was not 8 years old as it had been completely rebuilt in 2012.  Under warranty.  Still, five years old.  it is time.  So the research was done and a new one was ordered.  It arrived the same day as our cousin.  The new system was set aside for a few days as ther were bluebonnets to see.

After the first few days of sight seeing, going to ball games, etcetera things slowed enough for me to unpack the new computer.  Slick and soft.  Plugged it in, finally found the on switch and the SSD had the opening screen there and ready to play in just seconds.  Finding how things worked was fairly simple.  Setting up preferences took a day or two as we still had a visitor to enjoy.  Eventually I began retrieving the files from the cloud.  Business files, address books and my endless spreadsheets were the first.  The process was going just fine.  There were a couple of times it was a little slow as the 650 MG limit forced packing files together instead of just selecting single folders.

Finally I was ready to begin grabbing my photos.  Now the 650 MG limit would prove to be a challenge.  Then I noticed for the first time the picture folders names.  The last year was 2014.  No backup on the 2015 or 2016 years.  I quietly adjusted to the fact that all the editing was lost but the original photos of 2 weeks in California, 4 weeks traveling in the upper Midwest to Montreal and all of the 2016 European trip and other events of those years were on memory cards.  I quietly was grateful we had made that decision.  I sat to the task of downloading to my new system.

It was about a day into the project that a realization slowly sunk into my brain.  All the scanned folders had not backed up to the cloud.  No backup on the hundreds of scanned photos from my sisters visit last summer when we divided photos.  I was literally sick to my stomach as some of the photos were scanned then tossed.  Tossed into the recycling bin never to be seen again.  I grabbed the memory sticks that I usually use when doing the scanning project.  No luck.  They are gone.  So I shall spend days, months attempting to move beyond the guilt of the loss of those images.  Many of the photos were on CDs and there were some on the sticks.  But not the ones from last summer.

Now I must decide will I work to see if I can possibly use some sort of device to attempt to get something off the old, dead drive.  Maybe I just need to do what the father in the Prodigal Son parable did.  I shall rejoice for what was once lost but now is found.  Rejoice in the good and just be thankful for that.

Take care over the upcoming weekend.  Son is taking us to see Willie Nelson and Family perform Saturday night.  We will be with the whole family along with youngest Sister, BIL and Birthday Nephew.  Yes, we will rejoice for what we have!

Peace and love,

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Taking a Break

Not to worry.   I am alive and doing fine.  Just working to get the new computer up and running which just meant finding the on switch.  Now all the days of retrieving all the pictures from 'out there'.  The uploads I made did not get all my files.  I should have been more meticulous in checking. A.L.L of the edited European trip files are lost.  gone.  computer dust.  I do have them SOC on the memory cards.  10,000 photos.  I have not checked on memory stick to see if hopefully the scans I did last August are on them.  If not they are gone.

So pardon me for a while as I am putting things back together.  And figuring out how to use the dual drives on the new computer.  Just needing to get this in order before I can feel like writing again.  Live and learn to check one more time that stuff backed up properly.....

Of course there have been other things going on, too.  Stuff like out of state visitor for 10 days.  We stayed busy.  Once computer is going I will share photos on one of the blogs.  The other thing is spring sports.  Lacrosse, soccer for 3 players, and track make for lots of short trips.   Also, doing backup duty for transporting grandkids.  Stays sort of busy.

Well, now I shall get back to restoring data and organizing the new computer.  Thanks for stopping by for a visit.  I'll have a cup of tea waiting for the next time!


If someone is monitoring me with my camera this is what they see:

I think the lens is in a weird location.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Watching A Movie

Today I was watching Boynton Beach Club.  This is a movie from 2006 about folks in a retirement community.  The story has one scene where a character is writing his online profile for a dating site.  He was, also, reviewing several women who had done whatever it is that says they are interested in him.  As he read two or three of these aloud it got me to thinking.  How would I describe myself?  I wanted to think on that for a moment.  Besides, I am not single.  I texted 'I love you' to my Hubby.  Cause, you know, I do and I still can.

Hubby was off getting one of the Son's autos serviced or something like that.  Hubby is the guy in the family that does all that for all of us.  Now with a bonus granddaughter almost ready to have her own car, he has been getting the DIL's old car serviced.  Like new tires, inspections, washed and cleaned up for our only princess.  BTW, she is winning the 800 meter in most of her competitions.  Last weekend while we were going to the right place at the wrong time and the wrong place at the right time, she was walking across the stage accepting an academic award.  Smart, fast and beautiful, a dynamite combination when mixed with her sweet personality.

Back to the question of how would I write an ad for myself on a singles site.  Hmmm, maybe this:  overweight old woman that prefers to be quiet, danced when I was young, does not seek the company of anyone now.  We are coming up on the 10th anniversary of my second chance of being the wife Hubby deserves.  Hubby replied to my text with 'I love u 2'.  For this day, for this moment I have the perfect man for me.  Hope he feels the same.  

Thanks for the visit!



Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Busy Weekend

Apparently I cannot read simple calendars anymore.  Last weekend we were to go watch our grandson play lacrosse against two different high schools, McKinney and Allen.  I had attend McKinney High my freshman and sophomore years.  My folks had moved the family to Allen during my freshman year.  I decided to attend Allen for my last two years in school.   Anyway, I had marked the days for the games to be Friday and Saturday.  We would leave on Thursday morning, spend the nights with my youngest sister, and attend the two games.

Put the brakes on, Hubby had a commitment on Thursday morning.  We would just delay the trip until Thursday afternoon.  That meant hitting rush hour in the Dallas Ft. Worth area.  Yuck.  About midnight Wednesday night I checked the calendar to get the addresses of the stadiums.  Well, fudge but that is good, too.  The games were scheduled for Saturday and Sunday, not Friday and Saturday.  We could travel on Friday morning and have time to see the great nephews and great niece.  That was just great!  Calls to Sister were made and all was good.

We had no problems on the trip up.  It was great spending the evening with the 2, 5 and 8 year old children.  We played basketball, watched them play on the trampoline, slide and generally have fun outside.  Dinner was pizza, more outside time before dark, baths and a Disney movie rounded out the time.  Back to Sister's home for the night.  Up and out of the house to reach the lacrosse field by noon on Saturday.

We pulled up to the field and noticed the game was not lacrosse.  And the boys were girls.  And it was a rugby game.  We went to two other possible locations in the area.  In desperation we called our son. Though the calendar had 12 a.m. Jr. and Varsity, the second time was 5 pm.  We were five (5) hours early.  Well, fudge, again.  Backup plan, check out one location for our 50th wedding celebration.

Fine.  Still over 3 hours till the game.  We headed out to visit our neighbors of 47 years ago.  They were not home.  Hubby had to talk to someone so he knocked on the door of the home we had built 48 years ago.  He then talked to the current owner for an hour.  I talked, too.   It was pleasing to talk to someone that enjoyed the home we built as much as we had the 6 years we lived there.  After leaving we stopped for a couple of items at CVS.  Still 2 hours till the game.  We decided to find the location of tomorrow's game.

I pulled up the team's calendar.  We both looked at the thing and confirmed Boyd High was the location.  Alrighty, we look up the address, put it in the GPS and head out to confirm the location.  The field was right there and the calendar still said Boyd.  It was still an hour till game time.  We drove to the parking lot, found a shade tree and parked.  It was good to see grandson finally arrive prepared for the 5 o clock game.  They lost but grandson played hard.  Visited with middle grandson after the game which was great.  A quick hug of Oldest and we headed back to Sister's home for the night.

Okay, day two mission accomplished though we did spend a huge amount of time in a car.  Son had reconfirmed on Saturday that the Sunday game was definitely at noon.  In McKinney at Boyd High which by the way was a change from the original location in a soccer park.  We arrived about 11:50 am at Boyd High stadium.  An empty stadium.  I pulled up the d&*(^ed calendar again.  McKinney High is now on the freaking calendar.  We drive to where I remembered the McKinney High stadium to be.  Sure enough there was the stadium and it was empty.  Hubby stopped to ask a stranger as I was beginning to google McKinney High.

We arrived across town at the McKinney High school and Hubby saw a man.  Another stranger.  I was saying the stadium is ahead around the corner.  But Hubby was no longer believing a word I said.  The nice stranger told Hubby the stadium was ahead to the left at the corner.  We arrived at the game at half time.  Oldest Grandson was swapped with different players during the game.  At one point he was hit with the end of a lacrosse stick in the right groin and down he went.  He came off the field limping and sat out the rest of the third quarter.  He came back in about half way through the fourth quarter.  He assisted on 3 of the scores.  Round Rock lost again.  Grandson visited with us, hugged and said he loved us and appreciated our coming to his games.  That made it all worth the mess ups along the way.

Our last stop was for a meal in Allen at a second location that we were considering for the 50th shindig.  We headed back home about 3 pm.  Smooth sailing all the way to the last 5 miles.  There was a wreck and traffic was at a standstill.  It took about 25 minutes to go one mile.  Ugh.  We had spent between 6 and 8 hours in a car with additional 1 to 2 hours on bleachers or in restaurants for three days.  Monday I crashed.  Hubby had another appointment in the morning.  He crashed in the afternoon.  That is what happens after a busy weekend with lots of travel time.  And a frustrating calendar.

I rechecked the calendar on Monday.  12 a.m. was still on the Friday calendar.  I had missed the 'a.m.' and that almost every day there is a game out of town '12 a.m.' appears on the calendar.  WTH.  And the game locations 'are fluid' I was told.  That is not particularly helpful for septuagenarians that are not on the email list to receive the notifications of changes.  Oh, well.  We at least made it home and were not in Dallas when the hail storms hit Sunday night.  Older sister's new car was damaged and both sisters' houses will need new roofs. What is a little calendar mix up in the big picture.

Thanks for stopping by for a visit.


Tuesday, March 21, 2017

It's Tuesday

Have the patio and little area around it cleanuped and ready for just sitting and enjoying for a while.  Watering brings the birds out pretty quickly.  Most of the visitors have been white-winged doves, two or three different kinds of sparrows and house finches.  It is fun seeing the interaction between the different types of birds.  Seems the pecking order exists for sure!

There has been this one female finch I have been attempting to capture in a clear photo.  She is not cooperative.  Here then there then out of sight among the lilies.  Hopping across the patio picking at whatever is there to snack.  She pauses.  I grab the camera and get her in focus.  Snap and check the photo.  Sure enough, she flew just as I snapped the camera.  Grrrr.  Next time she sits for an instant.  In focus, snap and check.  Hubby moved his foot between the bird and the camera.  To give the bird some credit, I am shooting through a double pane window so that may account for some of the blur.  My hands are not as steady as they could be.

I had purchased a block of food for finches.  Not the thistle type of food like the yellow finches love.  This block was full of little, round seeds about the size of mustard seeds.  I hung it first from the feeder rail where I would hang the thistle feeders.  No takers.  Lowered to about 18 inches above the ground.  Still no takers.  I rearranged the little fountain so the water trickles over a rock so the birds could drink there.  I hung the seed block from the side of the fountain.  The seed block was just off the patio about 1 inch .  Still no takers.  Fine!  I put it on the ground next to the gate and walked away in a grumpy mood.

You guessed it.  Immediately the female finch was all over it.  I grabbed the camera and started shooting.  Instantly it seemed she was hiding in the area on the opposite side of the block of seeds.  I now have about 200 blurry photos of what I believe to be a house finch.  There may be two pretty good shots of just her head peaking over the seeds.  I am about to decide she is really a drone sent by the senators I have been writing and calling.  You know, tantalizing me to keep me distracted from the issues. .  .  Or maybe she is just a bird visiting my feeders.  Thanks Obama.

And thank you for stopping by for a chat!


Saturday, March 18, 2017

Not Much To Report

It has been a really quiet day for me here on Saturday.  Thursday was laundry and cleaning the refrigerator day.  With a couple of 10-15 minute strolls I managed 6300 steps.  Friday was grocery and household shopping.  Step count was about 5400 for the day.  The best thing about doing the errands was that I could drive myself.  The boot had been my right foot thus making it unusable for the gas pedal.  It felt so good to be driving again I made two trips of it.  First stop was at WalMart, like I could not find a better first place.  I know but that is where we find the best price for the water we use in our coffee maker.

Since WalMart is somewhat all purpose, I strolled out to the bird and garden center.  Aaahhhh, flowers!  Stocked up on mealy worms, seeds for finches, and a small number of flowers.  Hoping  for the good aroma in the morning air I purchased petunias and stock in white, pink and peach colors.  A geranium and yellow marigold said they will add a little pop of color.  An interestingly shaped peach colored hibiscus held promise for a conversation piece.  Nothing like flowers for this old gardeners soul!

Back in the main part of the store the water and basic cleaning supplies were located.  I know there is a person that delights in moving the location of items around in stores.  They hope you will find something you really were not needing in the place of the item for which you are looking.  You purchase that 'how did I live without this item' as well as the item they moved.  For a person recovering from injuries this tactic is more frustrating than inspiring.  More likely to be inspired to say bad words than purchase newly discovered items.

While doing the search for the moved item I came across a family playing hide and seek. This particular threesome looked at first glance to be a young married with a toddler.  Now this was not just two on one aisle and one on the next.  No.  The young woman was crawling in behind the toilet paper in between the stuff on the other side of the display.  The young man had arranged more paper goods as a lounge chair and the toddler was messing around back and forth.  An older woman started calling names and the two older people emerged looking rather sheepish.  The toddler was retrieved and the group moved on while being versed in proper ways to behave in a store.

Eventually all items were located.  I stood in the check out line watching the young checker being very precise.  Money had to be counted twice.  Then the return money was recounted as well.  When she spoke to me I understood.  She is an immigrant from Russia.  I did not ask for a passport or other type of identification.  I welcomed to our country.  She told me she liked my flowers and we parted ways.  In the parking lot I was approached randomly by a couple for gas money.  Sorry, I do not carry cash.  You can follow me to a gas station and I fill your car up but that is the best I can do.  No, the tank was full.  They were not immigrants.  We parted ways.

After returning home with the water, 10 gallon bottles take up a lot of room.  Add to that the flowers and cleaning supplies there would not be enough room for the groceries.  Besides the space factor, the foot needed to be iced before much more walking.  We had dinner and watched a bit of TV and I was off to the grocery store.  There I found many of the items that were the loss leaders to be gone.  Butter for $2.49 is almost a steal except when the shelf is empty.  Really nothing to complain about, though.  If butter were needed there was plenty at the higher prices.

Groceries gathered and I headed to the one checkout that was open.  As soon I it was my turn a young man with 2 items was behind me.  I had him go ahead as I was still unloading my cart.  By the time he was checked through there were 8 -10 people behind me.  Each with just 2 or 3 items.  I tried to get them to go ahead and they would not.  Finally another line was opened.  One person told me not to worry as it was not my fault the store did not have enough checkers at the moment.  The young man that was checking me was not flustered.  He called for checkers and continued with my cart.  I asked how long he had been just standing waiting for someone to check.  He said about 15 minutes then it all hit at once.

Today I woke to the  Hubby kissing me as he left to go play ham radio again.  I stayed in bed for awhile longer but was uncomfortable.  Soon I headed for a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal.  With Hubby gone I settled into his recliner for a little Poirot sleuthing.  I finished the cereal but not the serial!  I drifted in and out of sleep for several hours.  The body was saying, 'you sat around for 6 weeks so do not expect me to just start right up again, old girl!'  Eventually Hubby made it back home so I gave up the recliner.

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Cooked a little dinner and took a walk in the nearby park.  Arranged the flowers near the pots to see if that will be their home for the summer.  Then it was time for more ice on the foot.  That brings you to be with me just sitting in my chair.  Ice pack on my foot and thinking about that Twix fun bar on the table.  That's almost all there is to report.  Oldest Grandson went for a hike with part of his Scout Troop today and came upon a big rattlesnake.  That is why it is best not to walk out among the bluebonnets because .. rattlesnakes.

Thanks for stopping for a visit!


Thursday, March 16, 2017

Walking Is Good

Those first few steps in a regular pair of shoes were strange.  The knee of the leg that has had a boot that reached to the knee for six weeks felt wobbly.  Shoes that were exactly the same height was an interesting sensation, too.  I am shorter by about an inch or so without the boot and extra lifts for the other shoe.  There is still some stiffness in the toes of the foot that was damaged.  Who knows why.  Probably the doctor could guess.  I do not care as the foot seems to work when walking.  And it is not painful to walk.  I have almost 6000 steps for the day.  I have spread them out over the day instead of walking for an hour.  Ice packs were applied after each 10 to 15 minute walk to keep any swelling to a minimum.  Bottom line is walking is good!

Of course all this walking stuff is going on with a background of politics.  I really missed the ability to let off some steam by walking.  I fear I substituted eating but I have refused to step on the scales to confirm what my jeans suggested.  Budget cuts are coming.  The hiring freeze has already caused some historical sights to close due a shortage of workers.  Looks like volunteers will be in higher demand as the cuts and other changes trickle down from Washington.  We shall see what else trickles down from the swamp.

Our state government is making many of the same cuts.  School vouchers seem to be the new drum beat to solve education woes.  Fifteen years ago it was testing.  Texas' spending on education is in the bottom fourth of the nation's states.  Bills are being introduced to restructure state employee and  teacher retirement benefits in order to cut costs.  My contemporaries who served as teachers are terrified of losing their retirement income.  A close read of the two bills shows a study would be ordered to consider a hybrid retirement setup.  That hybrid would involve 401 K contributions from the employee as an option.  Nothing I read said anything about changing the plan for currently retired individuals.  I am not a lawyer so I cannot be certain I did not miss some loophole that the state could use to eliminate or reduce benefits.  My friend really wants the two bills pertaining to teacher retirement defeated as does the Retired Teachers Assn.

The 401 K savings account is a fairly typical approach to retirement in the business world.  It was scary when first introduced to the company for which we worked.  The company matched the first 4 % dollar for dollar and neither the company nor the employee paid tax at the time of saving.  We use the interest from these tax sheltered accounts for our major extra expenses.  Tax is paid on the money as we withdraw from the account.  With our current income level we get most of those taxes back after filing our tax return.

Our experience with the 401 K savings has been positive.  I surely understand the fears of us old retirees about our retirement income.  Not sure what the President and Congress will do to Social Security and Medicare.  The President says SS and Medicare will not be touched .  He has said and tweeted lots of stuff.  Many Republicans have been opposed to SS since its inception and want it abolished.  I really, really understand the teachers concerns as the same is being discussed at a national level.  Time will tell how it all works out for a while.  Then someone else will come along and just know for certain what will make 'it' all better.

Again I find myself typing while the TV is playing in the background.  The show I am half watching is on PBS, which is losing funding under the budget cuts, too.  The name of the program is 'Empire' produced by the BBC.  The episode is 5 of 5 covering the part of the British Empire in Africa.  Cecil Rhodes used the belief that the Anglo-Saxon race is "the first race in the world".  That sounds like the manifest destiny attitude that justified the decimation of the Native American culture of North America.

Thank goodness I will be able to walk.  Counting every other step, one, two, three ... one hundred, raise a finger.  One, two, three ... 'till I reach one full hand of out stretched fingers and thumb.  That gives one thousand steps.  Take the long way back to the apartment.  Counting and thinking.  Working through the issues.  Cause, that is how I keep going.  Walking is good.


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Last Day

This is the last day for the wearing of the boot.  The last day I plan on mostly just sitting with minimal walking.  The foot is so much better than 6 weeks ago, the swelling is almost gone.  Pain is minimal at the worst, non existent most 99% of the time.  Should this continue once I ease back into walking the down time will have been worth it.  So toes and fingers are crossed that the damage is on the way to full recovery.

The main computer is still awaiting the budget to afford the necessary funds for repair.  To which my good Hubby spent time yesterday doing our federal tax return.  We do get a return again this year, no payment necessary.  One year we owed $2.49, yes, just two dollars and change.  The IRS sent us a notice to not even bother.  Seems it was less expensive to write off  than process the additional small payment.  That is the one and only time that ever happened to us!  It was a result of some interest income where the report was not received until after the deadline for our taxes.  We had paid what was necessary with the information we had to avoid penalties.  The extra two bucks were what was due after we filed an amended return to include the last part.  This year the return more than covers the cost of the computer repair with a little to stick back in savings, maybe.

Speaking of tax returns I keep wondering who is leaking President Trumps returns.  He paid 31 million in taxes in one year.  Had 105 million in losses so he was paying taxes on about 48 million.  His automatic minimum tax was 31 million due to a tax law from 1968.  That law has been revised through the years.  Still a whole lot of money.  It would be tough to have only 17 million to live on for a year when one is accustomed to so much more.  Sounds like a lot of belt tightening for someone in this situation.  I am not trying to be snide about this either.  We all live to a lifestyle.  Reduced income requires lifestyle changes.

With all the sitting with a foot up the Hubby has been doing over half of the cooking.  Hubby cooked tonight's meal.  He had a frozen chicken that he wanted to use for a recipe.  The chicken took a couple of days to thaw.  He split it in half and put some sort of rub on it.  In the oven for about an hour and it was ready to sit for a few minutes.  The aroma was wonderful.  There were a few navy beans from a couple of days ago that morphed into stove top baked beans.  Hubs put together a nice salad and we enjoyed a lovely meal.  That may be the last day for a while that Hubby chooses to cook.  I surely hope not!

That catches folks up with where the Adcocks are.  Ya'll take care.


Sunday, March 12, 2017

Well, It Is Late Sunday

Here in the US the clocks jumped forward an hour.  Well, the web connected ones did.  The other 5 9 13 15 (after an actual count) we have in our one bedroom apartment still need a little hand doing for the forward jump.  Both cars will need manual updating, too.  Why on earth do I have so many clocks in such a small space I wonder during the spring forward and fall back times.  There are reasons.  Really good reasons.

  1. The one by my chair was a gift from my son.  It is a small crystal lovely heavy enough thing to take out an intruder if needed.
  2. The one under the TV can be seen from our easy chairs.  Some days our necks are really stiff.
  3. The one on the south wall was a gift from my Mom.  Its time is correct two thirds of the year.  I do not take it down to reset.  We just subtract an hour from November till March.  Keeps us on our toes that way.
  4. The digital clocks (#4 & 5) on each side of our bed go back to the time we worked outside the home. We each had a time two hours apart to arrive at work.  This meant seperate auto transport, too.  There's two more clocks : /
  5. Still want to know the time during the night and I cannot see over my Hubby.
  6. The one on the dresser could probably go away but I like it still.
  7. The one on Hubby's desk was a retirement gift.  I am not sure if he uses it.
  8. The small one in the bathroom was a sorority sister gift.  I like to see how long it takes to do a shower.
  9. The one in the closet was another gift.  It rests next to mirror where I put on my jewelry.
  10. The wind up clock by the front door was a gift from my husband.  It needs to be wound and reset.
  11. The microwave clock because it is built in and Hubby freaks if the time is not right.
  12. The stove top clock ditto with the microwave and they must match. 
  13. The coffee pot clock so it has the coffee waiting for us.  I has to match the stove and microwave.  Hubby is, well, Hubby.
  14. Hubby's Universal clock gift from our son.  Because we do not part with gifts from our son.
  15. Indoor/outdoor thermometer that never has the right time.  But it has a good measure of the outside temperature.
  16. Icie, my car so I know how late I am running.
  17. Wrangler, Hubby's car because Hubby like accuracy.  
Thanks to the programmers the 3 tablets, two laptops, two fitbit devices and two cellphones do the updating without intervention.  It will be a week before I get all those other clocks reset.  According to the clock on the wall, which is right 2/3 of the year, it is really late on this 'spring forward' Sunday.

For any of my readers that do not have to meet me at places you need to know I am always late. Everywhere I go.  Late.  With 17 clocks, 3 tablets, two laptops, two fitbit devices and two cellphones and I am still late.  My most dislikable feature is tardiness.  Maybe I will add a little time to all the clocks to see if that will get me on time for the next few months.

Thanks for stopping by for a chat.  I enjoyed our time together.


Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Polar Bears

How amazing is it to look up from checking blog stats to see a polar bear swimming on the living room wall.  That is what it just felt like sitting here in this same chair.  In the black boot with my feet up to continue to reduce the swelling in the hoofer.  Not many folks visit my blog cause it is not about much other that what rattles around in my head.  I look up and there is something else to rattle around in my brain, a polar bear.

It was a commercial showing a polar bear swimming in a large aquarium.  The beauty and grace was surreal.  The agitation of the water against the fur created ripples.  Ripples that triggered memories of wind blowing across the ripening wheat fields.  I could almost feel the breeze against my cheeks.  As quickly as the bear appeared it was gone.  I have no idea what the commercial was about and really do not care.  For that moment I was allowed to be in the Arctic in freezing cold water.  Close enough to a bear to almost touch its fur.  To imagine the feel of the currents as the bear paddled by me.  For just that one moment.

Shaken back to reality by something.  Maybe it was the next commercial or the dishwasher dumping the soap.  Something real jumped on my imagination trampoline.  How rude!  For that moment and even while I have been writing about it, I have been not sitting in the same chair.  Looking at the same wall with my foot in the same boot.  For four whole weeks.  Minus one wonderful moment while I swam with a polar bear in icy waters.

Thanks for visiting,


And Still I Sit

With all the sitting and reading political stuff while sitting, I was on the edge of the crazy cliff. Thank goodness for some time with the grandsons.  Son called Saturday and suggested we meet for lunch on Sunday.  As it turned out we met at a coffee shop with him and three grandsons.  The grandsons were all working on their homework.  There was one workbook for the high school freshman.  They all three were using computers to complete assignments.  I had to wonder how children whose parents cannot afford internet are able to study.  Or kids that live where there is no internet access cause there are still those places.

Middle Grandson was working on a monologue he was to present.  He was developing a character answering a series of questions.  Of course he had another window open and was playing some sort of game on the side.  Son kept having to corral the three and prod them on the homework.  Herding cats might be an easier job than parenting.  Just saying.  I was able to get Middle to think about the questions and come up with answers.  He even was able to get the story written.  Not sure it will last a minute.  He said he would "talk  r e a l  s l o w ,  G r a n d m a".

Computers were something that were mainly in scifi books when I was in grade school.  I used Big Chief tablets and later ruled notebook paper.  In the beginning of  mechanical computing individuals did much of the brainwork.  Later there were government and universities developing the technology.  One such computer was the number of square feet of our last house.  Click here or here to visit sites that have some of the milestones of computation and computer developments.  It's enlightening to see the timeline inventions numbers speed up as the computing capability increases.  Click here to compare to a timeline of printing and printing presses.

There you have it.  I have sat so much with a laptop on my legs that is all I can think about.  Even after spending a wonderful morning and lunch with my grandsons.  They are cute, smart, freckled and blue eyed.  Oldest was congenial as is his personality, a real sweetie.  Middle was a little edgy, pushing the limits of what he can get by with doing or not doing.  Youngest was far more willing to engage than is his usual way.  He smiled and made jokes once the homework was completed.  Those boys leave my heart smiling.

Son brought up the subject of our 50th anniversary again.  Hubby and I are good with doing nothing.  Son is not on board with this at all, not at all.  I think we have agreed on a meal with folks that were in our wedding party.  Well the ones that are still alive.  After all it is 50 years ago we did the ceremony.  Guess I need to do some research of restaurants while I am just sitting.  I do have a laptop and good internet connections.  Thanks, scientists.

And thanks to folks that drop by for a visit!


Friday, March 3, 2017


Today I was soooo tired of sitting and laying about.   Figured I would just take a ten minute walk up in the third floor parking lot.  It is wide open up there in the middle of the day.  I walked over to the north building 2 elevator.  Calmly got into the elevator and pushed the 3 button.  The elevator reached the third floor and stopped.  The doors opened only about 2 inches and sort of bounced.  It sounded as if something was blocking the doors.  I pushed the open and close buttons.  No response.  Floor one button is pushed and the elevator descends normally.

Now to say I am hard headed is not news to most who visit this blog.  Had to be a fluke so I just pushed the third floor button again.  The result was no better.  As a matter of fact it would not respond to any of the buttons to go down.  I finally pushed the emergency call button.  A recording came on saying all operators were busy.  How many elevators are not functioning at the same time?  Then the elevator music came across the speaker.  I continued to press the buttons to go to a different floor.

Finally the doors closed and the elevator descended to the second floor.  Doors opened completely and I removed myself quickly.  I am still in the walking boot so stairs are not something I wished to try.  I walked to the other side of the building to the south elevator.  With a deep breath I stepped in and pressed the first floor button.  It worked just as expected.  I took not an extra second extracting myself from this elevator.  Once back in the apartment, I told Hobby of the ups and downs I experienced on the walk.  He called the apartment office and we left it to them to sort out.  Guess I will do my walking on  the first floor in the future.

Have a great weekend and thanks for stopping in for a chat.


Thursday, March 2, 2017

Cannot Imagine

It has been four weeks since the black boot came into my life.  My foot is much better.  Still some swelling on the gall of my foot.  Most days have had under 1,000 steps on my feet.  About 10 days ago I began doing some stationary bike movement.  Last month I had 7300 as an average of my steps.  These past 4 weeks the average has been even with the biking is under 2000 steps per day.  The first 18 days were like about 500 steps on an average.  Foot is doing much better as I said.  My butt is so freaking tired of being sat on all the time.  And the crummy stationary bike seat does not help.

Which brings me to what I cannot imagine.  Being confined 24/7/365 to a wheelchair or a bed.  Not being able to walk to the window to look at the sky.  To walk to get a sip of water being only a distant memory or a sought after dream.  How do persons with disabling conditions keep fighting through each day?  I am counting the hours till I can start walking again without the boot.  And without the 3 layers of insoles in the other shoe so both legs are the same length.  But I have and end in sight unlike so very many.

Whiny baby is how I feel when I see the young lady that lives here in the same complex.  Every day she is on her scooter going to and from her work at Sams.  Rain or shine she is on the sidewalk.  Every day sitting on that seat with legs and arms that do not always answer her commands.  Another friend that we do not see these days has been in a wheelchair since he had a polio shot.  It gave him full blown polio.  Gary is an amazing person.  He held down a full time job with an insurance agency we used for about 25 years.  Now he is an author and book reviewer.  We are invited to his and Belinda's 25 wedding anniversary.  Talk about a full life.

Okay, now I am just mad at my butt for being tired.  Deal with it.  It is only 336 hours and you will not be carrying the entire load any longer.  Legs and feet will be doing their share.  Then you will be begging to sit down and rest.  So just let me put these big girl panties on and get on with life.  But I still cannot imagine how folks do it.

Thanks for stopping in for a visit.


A Breath Of Spring

Today was just wonderful.  We left the apartment for several hours today.  We headed for first for a brunch at Monument Cafe.  The beautiful plate of fresh, hot biscuits and butter was delivered before the coffee.  Hubby ordered chicken fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy.  No one bit of healthy food.  I on the other side did not do one bit better.  Fried egg, ham, sourdough bread, peach preserves and those wonderful, creamy grits.  This was followed up with one luscious piece of coconut cream pie divided between us old people.

I am still in the boot so the next part of the trip was just that, a car trip.  I wanted to do some birding, smell some fresh air and have an open view of the horizon.  The ride did not disappoint.  The weather was beautiful with just enough clouds for interest.  Fields were being tilled and prepared for spring planting.  The winter wheat was an emerald green and about 10 inches high.  The wheat was waving in the breeze as if celebrating its freedom from the earth.

We knew the general direction we wanted to go but not how to get to the lake.  After much ado with cellphones and a GPS that chose not to know where the lake was we finally laid a route.  Each turn took us on a more narrow road than the last.  The more narrow the road the less pavement, too.  Finally we were on a tree lined gravel road.  With a hybrid car the main sounds were birds, the crunch of gravel and the breeze.  One field had cattle and birds grazing together.  The calves appeared to be about half grown.  The mamas were telling the bigger ones that dinner time with mom was done.

The trees were beginning to swell with leaf buds.  Some redbuds were in bloom as well as wildflowers.  The birds were plentiful.  Mockingbirds, grackles, kestrels, red-tailed hawks, black vultures and many I could not identify.  With the breeze a lot of the shots were not particularly clear. I seemed to not care.  It was just good to get out in nature even if I could not walk around a lot.  Too soon we reached the end of the road.  Time to turn around and head back to the busy roads.  To reality.

As we drove closer to home we took time to stop by the retention pond across from the apartment.  Ducks were paddling around in the water.  Time for a few more photos.  Again not as crisp as I would like.  I think it is my hands not being as stable as a few years ago.  Or maybe the camera sliding across a parking garage during a fall a while back may have jostled something.  A trip for another day may be in the offing for a visit to the camera shop.  It will not be as pleasant as this day in the country but we will make the best of it.

Man, did we need this day!  Thanks for stopping in to check on us.


Monday, February 27, 2017

Its Official

Image result for chikage windlerHubby is beyond bored.  If you know this guy that is saying a lot.  He is ready to be doing something but it is already too hot he says.  Too hot to bike, too hot to walk, just too darn hot to even think.  Though there were a few cool days and a couple of actually cold days this has been one hot winter.  Chikage Windler mentioned on the weather that something like 27 days this winter have set record highs.  That is eighty and ninety degree weather.  What will July and August be like?

A boot on the right foot puts me with him in the boredom region.  Oh, my goodness.  I am tired of this chair.  Of the view of the leafless trees and Kohl's brick wall.  There are not even birds to watch other than crows, a couple of sparrows and one dove.  I ran out of gum and have been forced to chew on celery for days.  Such a first world problem.
Entertainment by Netflix is getting old.  I have made so many calls to Congress people that basically reply by saying my ideas do not count.  Which makes me even more restless and agitated.  School vouchers, bathroom bills, citizens being detained for 2 and 3 hours because of middle eastern sounding names.  OMG.  Mohammad Ali Jr. detained in Florida.  Really.  Leaves me really hacked off at how folks are reacting to the ban.  Folks got all up tight when TSA folks over examined people.  Now the same folks are cheering the overzealous agents holding American citizens because of their names.

I am just plain PO'ed with the situation.  Why do we want Jewish cemeteries decimated?  The free press being called the enemy of the people?  Or to turn anyone that is not white into an enemy?  Think Timothy McVeigh.  A federal building with a daycare center blown up hoping to start a revolt against the federal government.  The ghosts of Ruby Ridge and Branch Davidians certainly seems to be in charge these days.  A deconstruction of the administrative state is on the horizon.  The folks that chose to change the government are very happy.

Last night I made a comment on facebook about the crazy finish at the Oscars.  Six months ago that would have been hardly noticed.  Now, a relative had to need to say they refused to watch now or ever again.  Really?  It is a f@*%ng TV show.  So explain this.  Why is what show I watch more important than a child's healthcare?  I am waiting...

Friday, February 24, 2017

Watching TV and Doughnuts

TV watching is my hobby.  I'm watching "Midsomer Murders" series again.  Have found some I had missed.  I go to sleep watching Netflix on my tablet which leads to missing parts of many episodes.  With special sleep headphones the sound keeps flowing.  This setup makes for interesting dreams.  And crazy cravings at times.

Round Rock has a doughnut shop.  Its name is Round Rock Donuts.  Some real thought went into that name.  The doughnuts are beyond delicious!!!!  Today the cravings got the better of me.  Hubby did me the favor of toting me to get a haircut.  It was one block from the doughnut shop.  Hubs, graciously drove over to pickup a doughnut for my craving.  He picked up a full dozen goodies and four cream filled.  I am so far over my calorie intake for today.  One more will not hurt, right?

When I was working and a job needed completion I would ask for a dozen doughnuts.  I could almost fly through the project with that sugar high.  If I just had a project to fly through.   A sugar high does not make the TV show move faster.  It does keep me awake to see the missed parts of the episodes.  Ha!  This is working out well.  I'll lick my icing encrusted lips, take a sip of java and continue watching the crime sprees.

BTW, those are daytime earphones in the photo.  Bluetooth allows me to set my own level and not blast out Hubby's ears.  Have a great weekend, friends. 


Thursday, February 23, 2017

Early Thursday

Been reading a book about writing, "On Writing Well" by William Zinsser.  The book was a Christmas gift.  "It is not a critique of your writing.  Just thought it might help expand your writing" said Son.  I have not read much other than stories, blogs and news on the computer for a couple of years.  Finding it difficult to read a chapter a day I decided to read a chapter then practice the chapter for a few days.

Chapter one focuses on bringing my own humanity and warmth to writing.  Chapter two's summary is simplicity and clarity.  Chapter three is de-cluttering and continued simplification.  With these chapters in mind I shall rewrite a previous post.  One comment on the post was it was hard to follow. That post seems to me to be a good place to start.

It is an hour and a half later.  The piece is reworked.  I left the parts I removed in the blog in such light print it is barely visible.  Additions are in italics.  You can read the after piece is here and the before piece here.  Is the rework a clearer read?  Does it make more sense?  Please, feel free to leave comments.

BTW, it is 2:30 AM and I shall say good night now.



Can the Democrat Party Be Resurrected?

Or  Golly, Gee, What Next?

I read an article recommended by a fellow Democrat.  Titled The article speaks of the need for Democrats to tell personal stories instead of using charts and bullet points.  Democrats come across like lecturers instead of humans was the drift of the article.  The author offered this analogy, "...while conservatives believe we are each in our own small boat and it is up to each of us to make it on our own, progressive morality holds that we are all on a large boat and unless we maintain that boat properly, we will all sink together."*  I am not sure if I totally buy into this theory but I will try it on to see how it feels.

It is easy to think of an individual boat being a good thing.  No reliance on anyone or any government, just my own resources.  Ok, I've already run into a problem with my having an individual boat.  I cannot change oil in my car and no way could I build a boat.  I have to depend on others to do that stuff.  For example I was perfectly happy to let the public school educate my son and the technician change my oil .

Obviously I am not a 'my own boat' type of person.  To continue the analogy, I climb out of my little boat into a mini cruise ship.   I need room for the doctor for knee and hip replacements.  And a podiatrist because of foot issues.  I have two nephews that are pastors so if we make it a family cruise the spiritual part will be covered.  Still not a huge boat.  I do like my car and computer.  Guess The boat is getting larger.  Food, food is good.  A bigger boat needed.  Farm implements, guns, eye glasses and the list goes on and on to include the folks picking the food, making furniture and the other items I like in my life.  I cannot get by with even a Princess Cruise liner.  I need lots of other people and hope at least a few need me.  Even if I docked regularly for supplies, I still need other people on land providing the supplies.  The boat analogy is a little hinky for me so I am abandoning this ship thing.

All that said, I am not sure how I can help resurrect the Democratic party.  The party that led the southern states to secede from the Union.  Then 100 years later LBJ and the Democratic Congress finally passed the Civil Rights Act.  The Civil Rights signing resulted in many southern Democrats leaving the party.  Is the only way for the Democrats party to begin electing more  people from local commissioners on up is to push to repeal the Civil Rights Act?  No,  that is a bridge too far.  Way too Far.  I am left wondering what the answer really is?

As a first step, tonight I huddled with folks wanting to make a difference.  We spoke of how we want to keep our nation on a course to provide education, clean air, clean water, and protection from harm.  To be and provide all the essentials that make this nation grand. We questioned if  this nation will fall into being nothing but a bunch of quarreling gangs or tribes.  We nine people left the meeting with assignments.  Small steps to be taken over the course of the next few weeks.  We will gather again in a month or so to determine what the next small step can be.

I believe it is not about any one party.  It is not about 'winning'.  It is about a community that chooses to live in respect for each other.  Each one be the one that waves cars into the line, not the one 'shooting the bird' because I have to be first.  I must be the one to hold doors or to hold a lonely person's hand.  Maybe kissing a child's boo boo or just wiping their tears.  It has to start small and not with just me. Because we do not want our Union to dissolve nor fall into ruin.  We are in this nation and on this earth together.

In peace,

* from Politico Soapbox, Dave Gold, 2/9/2017 (full text)

Original Text

[On the news I W watching as there are more marches and protests against the Sanctuary City law.  That proposed law, SB 4 requires the all law enforcement police, sheriffs and state troopers  personnel to be agents for Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE).  In order for the law officers to be held responsible, ICE is to issue a retain request by hardcopy or verbally.   Any l Law officers failing to hold a suspected illegal immigrant can be arrested and jailed.  Full text here.  A loophole that T thing that  I am concerned to me are the is  about a verbal request to retain. can be verbal.  No paper trail   That could lead to a "well they were called" statement.  It would be Too easy in today's the current political landscape to set up an official to be  for dismissedal.]  [ this indicates the entire paragraph is useless in relation to what I was going to write about so could be dropped completely from the piece and used as a stand alone issue]

Any who, w While the news was going on I am reading an article recommended by one of the a fellow Democrat.  Titled The article speaks of the need for Democrats to telling our personal stories instead of using charts and bullet points.  Democrats come across like lecturers instead of humans was the drift of the article.  The author offered this an One analogy, is that "...while conservatives believe we are each in our own small boat and it is up to each of us to make it on our own, progressive morality holds that we are all on a large boat and unless we maintain that boat properly, we will all sink together."*  I am not sure if I totally buy into this theory but I will try it on to see how it feels.

It can be really hard not to is easy to think of an individual boat being a good thing.  No reliance on anyone or any government, just their  my own resources.  Ok, I've already run into a problem with my having an individual boat.  Except for me I cannot change oil in my car and no way could I  Or build the  a boat.  I have to depend on others to do that stuff.  For example I was perfectly happy to let the public school educate my son and the technician change my oil .   [Are the schools different now?  My grandchildren seem to be doing fine but time will tell.  Two grandsons have dyslexia and the system (ie teachers) have done a great job working with them.   Not something I could have worked with had I attempted home schooling.]

Obviously I am not a 'my own boat' type of person.  For an To continue the analogy, I now have climbed out of my little boat into a mini cruise ship.  Oh, hope there is I need room for the doctor that does for knee and hip replacements.  And a podiatrist because of foot issues.  I have two nephews that are pastors so if we make it a family cruise the spiritual part will be covered.  Still not a huge boat.  I do like my car and computer.  Guess The boat is getting larger.  Food, food is good.  B bigger boat needed.  Farm implements, guns, eye glasses and the list goes on and on to include the folks picking the food, making furniture and the other items I like in my life.  I cannot get by with even a Princess Cruise liner.  I need lots of other people and hope at least a few need me.  Even if I docked regularly for supplies, I still need other people on land providing the supplies.  The boat analogy is a little hinky for me so I am abandoning this ship thing. 

[Okay, now the boat is so big there is the need for sanitation and maintenance of the boat.  More people.  Now all those individual boats are hung along the sides in case we hit an iceberg and the ship starts to sink.  Then folks would still be working together to pull folks from the water.  At least I would hope that better part of humanity would come through.  Well, that ended in a disaster.  Possibly we needed a captain and crew to manage to steer the ship out of harm's way.  A ship owned by the people for the good of the people.]

All that said, I am not sure how I can help resurrect the Democratic party.  The party that led the southern states to secede from the Union.  Then 100 years later LBJ and the Democratic Congress finally passed the Civil Rights Act.  It really The Civil Rights signing resulted in the many southern Democrats leaving the party.  Does that mean in order Is the only way for the Democrats party to begin electing more to the office people from the local commissioners on up is to push to repeal the Civil Rights Act?  No, t for me.   T that is a bridge too far.  Way too Far.  I am left wondering what the answer really is?

[I do believe it is not about any one party.  It is not about 'winning'.  It is about a community that chooses to live in respect for each other.  To be the one that waves that car into the line, not 'shoot the bird' at the other driver because you have to be first.  To be the one to hold doors or to hold a lonely person's hand.  Maybe kissing a child's boo boo or just wiping their tears.  It has to start small, with me. y own boat.  C Because I do not want the Union to dissolve nor fall into ruin. ] [ move this paragraph to the closing ]

As a first step, T tonight I huddled with folks wanting to make a difference.  We spoke of how we want T to keep our nation on a course to provide education, clean air, clean water, and protection from harm.  and To be and provide all the other things that go with essentials that make this nation grand.  our land.  We questioned if Will this land  this nation will fall into being nothing but a bunch of quarreling gangs or tribes.?  I pray not on this nor any of the future watches.  So l Let's see what we can agree on to keep the ship afloat.  We nine people left the meeting with assignments.  Small steps to be taken over the course of the next few weeks.  We will gather again in a month or so to determine what the next small step can be. 

I do believe it is not about any one party.  It is not about 'winning'.  It is about a community that chooses to live in respect for each other.  Each one To be the one that waves that cars into the line, not the one 'shooting the bird' at the other driver because you I have to be first.  I must be To be the one to hold doors or to hold a lonely person's hand.  Maybe kissing a child's boo boo or just wiping their tears.  It has to start small and it has to start   not with just me. y own boat.  C Because we I do not want the our Union to dissolve nor fall into ruin.  We are in this nation and on this earth together.

In peace,

* from Politico Soapbox, Dave Gold, 2/9/2017 (full text)

Saturday, February 18, 2017

I Just Do Not Know

We watched President Trump's news conference on Thursday.  I did not stay as engaged as I could have.  We were expecting guests on Friday and I was doing some picking up as well as laundry.   I was encouraged at the opening remarks by the President.  Information was being given in a calm, non-combative atmosphere.  And then the numbers game took the press conference in an unfortunate direction.

It was disheartening to see the reactions on both sides of the podium.  Our president cannot keep himself from continuing to try to justify defend validate his election.  Not sure if this is a baiting tactic or just something he cannot keep himself from doing.  The reporters seem to think they have to correct his every misstep.  To underline every boast by questioning it.  That response to our president does not gain the information the public is looking to receive.  It seems to do little more than prod him into a less productive exchange.

The President again begins defending himself in an almost incoherent manner.  Did someone give him the wrong numbers on who had the most electoral votes?  Why bring it up again, he is the president.  My President.  Our Nation's President.  In one pass through the living room I heard the president say, "Tomorrow, they will say, "Donald Trump rants and raves at the press." I'm not ranting and raving. I'm just telling you. You know, you're dishonest people. But -- but I'm not ranting and raving. I love this. I'm having a good time doing it.  But tomorrow, the headlines are going to be, "Donald Trump rants and raves." I'm not ranting and raving.".

It is just my being a person that does not like conflict at this point in my life probably.  I do not care for all the derailment offered from both sides.  The craziness of it all is wearing on me.  What I know, well, I just do not know.

"Reporters attempt to pose questions to U.S. President Donald Trump during a news conference February 16, 2017 in Washington, DC.  (Photo by Mario Tama/Getty Images) ***"

Monday, February 13, 2017


You know for a retiree days pretty much blend together.  Weekend grandchildren athletic activities do make some difference.  An attempt to attend the soccer tournaments this past weekend stopped after one for me.  I just do not trust me in this boot on the rocky landscape.  Hubby was a trooper and attended 5 of 6 soccer games in unseasonably hot temperatures.

Back in the days of work Hubby and I often worked off shifts.  When we worked the graveyard shift our Monday began late Sunday night.  Sunday's became short as a nap in the evening was usually necessary to be able to make it through the night at work.  That could be a real challenge looking through a bifocal scope touching up circuits at 7x magnification.  I was  working alone so one of the expediters would stop in occasionally to check on me.  A welcomed relief about 3 AM.  More than once I had fallen asleep on the scope

Second or swing shift would have us home on Saturday and Sunday but not at night.  We missed too many of our son's activities working those shifts.  That is the price people pay for making a living.  Our son was overseas on a 10 day business trip this past weekend.  He missed 6 soccer games and one basketball game.  Hubby kept him up to date with texts sent at intervals during the games.

Monday, today, was not just another day for Hubby.  Morning doctor appointment and afternoon therapy kept him busy.  He had hoped to have one of his medicines stopped.  A new one was added instead.  Oh, the joys of wearing out bodies.  We are both sitting with our feet up looking at the grey skies, watching old reruns of 'Murder She Wrote'.  Even the birds are in short supply.  Maybe they are napping so they can work the graveyard shift tonight.


Saturday, February 11, 2017

Hoof In Boot

Image result for walking boot for therapyLast evening we attended the beginning of Middle Grandson's soccer tournament.  After faltering steps over the rocky path, I accepted a golf cart ride to the correct field.  The return walk was more stable as Hubby stabilized me with his arm.  This hoof in a boot is making it rather unstable to walk on uneven surfaces.  So I am staying put for the most part now after that little adventure that was a little too exciting.  Not to mention the acrobatics to get into the Jeep Wrangler on a windy day.

My last post was visited by a very nice lady, an artist.  She left comments that I took to heart.  I shall take in the information and process it.  There needs to be civil discourse to get the nation working for all again cause it is not just one side or the other.  The terms winners and losers should only apply to games, not a nation's government.  While the artist is weary of the work of righting the boat there must still be those who are willing.  We all have our part whether it is helping those who have jumped or fallen overboard or working to get the ship working and stable.

You see stability is something most of us humans enjoy.  Stable jobs, stable home life, stable economy, stable walking conditions.  I suspect there may be a few folks that like things unstable.  Keeping everyone a little off kilter.  I am not very into that whole keep things shaking theory.  Guess I am getting a little too old and set in my ways.  And afraid I will again fall.  My old brain can only take so many licks!

Peace to all,