March 30, 2026 Spring Cleaning

Spring Cleaning

As previously mentioned the past few years have had some challenges for my old body.  The first were the problems caused by the hiatal hernia which included reactivation of asthma.  The excessive stomach gasses leaked into my esophagus damaged my voice permanently.  Even now some days my voice can be very weak even 6 years following the hernia surgery.  There are more good days than bad so that is a win.

Following that fun experience my inner right thigh became very painful when attempting to get in and out of our Jeep.  Physical therapy helped some.  But by the fall of 2024 I was back in therapy again for the same issue.  After appointments starting with a spine specialist who sent me to a pain specialist.  More PT but still pain.  Then my leg would randomly collapse on my right side.  Pain specialist says it is not my back but my hip.  He sends me back to my orthopedic doctor who had done my knee replacement in 2016.  That ended by the same doctor doing a hip replacement in June 2025.

During the same time frame the cataracts in both eyes reached the point of needing to be removed.  While the surgeries performed 2 weeks apart were successful, my vision was still lacking.  There were floaties in both eyes.  Once the time had elapsed for the cataract surgery to be healed, the floaty removal process was begun.  That process started with the consult in January.  In a week the left eye surgery was done on January 8.  Right eye was done March 5.

All that being said, the limitations set by either an uncooperative body or time required for healing from surgeries, cleaning and sorting have not been high on my list.  PT following hip surgery and activity limits following the four eye procedures.  With the success of floaty removals my vision is crystal clear.  I see the spots on floors.  Hand prints on doors.  Dust in the corners and baseboards.  And the windows are a mess.  Being on the 4th floor there are windows that will remain unattended.

Since being released to almost normal activities about a week ago, I have set about cleaning our little apartment.  It was time for the spring and Easter decor to replace the St. Patrick decor.  An apartment inspection required we remove items from the HVAC closet.  The items moved to the guest room and closet.  With our cousin scheduled to arrive on March 31 we had to get in gear.  The guest closet had to be dealt with in a short fashion.  

Carved man from Cousin P.  Pad from a friend.

A handmade gift in the early 1980s from Aunt Sissy

Chicks happy not to be by a road.

Crochet from Aunt Cylestene and picture painted by JoAnna

Gifts from friends and family.

I spent one day doing on line puzzles while I devised a plan for the closet.  To have room for the utility cart to hold Hubby's tool box something had to go.  That meant eliminating the storage chest that had craft supplies in it.  It, also, had vintage handcrafted items from as far back as a great grandmother.  Space was made for the precious items in my bedroom armoire.

As I was moving the items I rediscovered a decorated bath towel.  I came from my uncle's wife.  I has some spots and stains, not from use but previous storage situations.  Removing the spots is my next project with the help of Oxiclean.  Not sure if that is part of spring cleaning for everyone, but it is for me.

This is following one soaking with the spots individually sprayed.

Obviously, there is still work to be done.

Wishing you each a fruitful week,

Janice

  

 

March 25, 2026, Daddy

 Daddy

Arleigh Edgar was born on March 26, 1914.  He was the first born to his parents, Anna  Mae and John Edgar.  His family lived in the farmland in a community named Parker.  His two younger sisters were born in the successive four years.  Sissy lived into her 90s.  Tommie Morine died less than 2 months after her birth.  Anna Mae passed within a week or Tommie's death.  The Spanish Flu took these two as well as Daddy's paternal grandparents and an uncle in law.  The deaths of the 5 family members within about a 10 day period had a dramatic influence on Daddy's remaining life.

Daddy's dad, Pawpaw to me, and Pawpaw's widowed sister helped each other raise their kids.  Pawpaw guided and trained Aunt Cordie's sons.  Aunt Cordie took Sissy under her wing.  Another of Pawpaw's sisters was left raising the youngest of the grandparents children as well as helping with my Dad and Aunt Sissy.  Basically the family 'circled the wagons' to care for each other.  I am sure that many families the suffered such losses did the same.

Aunt Cordie had 3 sons.  I remember frequent visits to their homes as I was growing up.  JT was killed in a train accident when I was a freshman in high school.  There were no signals at the crossing.  After his widow sued the train company the settlement was simply signals and a gate.  The Falcon car I drove to school was loaned to JT's family until they could attempt to get their life together again.  

Daddy was a cut-up, always making jokes or pranking someone.  He loved his wife of almost 70 years.  We four daughters were is delight and worry.  Daddy did not amass a fortune in physical wealth.  He was known as an honest businessman.  As one of our neighbors said once, "He knows everyone's appliances and where they hide the house keys."  If in the process of repairing washing machines, he would find change and other items.  He always left the money and other items on the machine after the repair.

Pawpaw did remarry a few years later.  That eventually led to Daddy's youngest sister, Billie.  Grandma's family had land in the Chambersville area.  At some point in time the family moved from Parker to the Farnsworth place in Chambersville.  Aunt Sissy met a young girl at the community school, Mary.  They became BFF.  And Mary became Daddy's wife in 1934.

Daddy died February 10, 2004, just weeks shy of his 90th birthday.  It snowed the morning of his funeral.  That was a rarity in Texas.  There were well over 200 folks that attended his funeral.  Daddy was not perfect.  He did the best he could and was respected for his efforts.  We all miss that hearty laugh.

Daddy and Momma at their 50th Anniversary Party.  Over 500 folks attended.

Thanks for stopping by,

Janice

March 24, 2026, Breasts and Bras

 Breasts and Bras

Since no one is reading my posts these days I want to discuss as subject that lands near my heart.  Literally.  My Breasts.  My female parts developed early in life.  Periods started Memorial Day when I was 10 years old.   Breast growth was not far behind.  That development was now 68 to 69 years ago.  

My Aunt Billie helped me get my first bra, already a B cup.  Momma should have bought me one much earlier.  Oh, well.  By the time I was 12 the cup size was C.  Eventually the girls required DDD to be held in place.  I did noy consider the size anything other than a inconvenience.  Clothing had to be purchased for the DDDs.  That meant the shoulder seams would often hang an inch down my arms.  The weight on the straps permanently changed the shape of my shoulder area.

Reaching for items across a table required adjustments so the boobs did not knock something off the table.  Worse, if there were a plate of food, a boob might drag across some food item.  Always in the way even though they were considered by my Beloved to be Dlightful, Delicate, and Desireable.  I could actually go braless and still the girls were perky. Those days are now in the review mirror.  Honestly, those days are in another state.

Nursing a child, gravity, jumping, running, dancing, and just living have all had a very negative affect on the girls.  Yes, the girls still require DDD even though they sort of have to be rolled into place.  With no real muscle in breasts even the texture has changed.  Drastically changed.  Instead of firm and perky it is more like cream of wheat in a silk stocking.  Recently I suggested to Beloved that the DDD meanings have changed.  More like Dangling, Dreary, and Deflated.   He responded with a chuckle then said he still loved me and the girls.

As for the bras, the configuration and materials have changed through the years.  Cone shaped pointy things were the 1950 models I first wore.  Cups and materials have changed through the years.  As we were not wealthy, bras were cotton.  Later nylon and polyester were introduced in affordable prices.  These days a comfortable sports bra is my daily choice.  Well, those are the days I choose to contain the girls.  

This is probably more than anyone that might stop by at some point might wish to know about my breasts.  Welp, I do not care.  Close the page and move along.

If somewhere along the way you got a chuckle, great.

Y'all be good,

Janice

March 16, 2026 Blowing

 Blowing

Pretty much the US has just been blasted by heavy winds.  Many areas have received huge amounts of snow.  Here in central Texas we did get the wind.  No snow, just west Texas dust!  

Our balcony chairs were moved as far as possible as they are tied to our railings.  Lesson learned from a previous heavy wind.  

Friends in the city in Missouri posted videos of the snowfall.  The snow was not piling up as shown in the upper Midwest states.  You can see for yourself in this video.

We had dinner with 3/5 of our grandkids, two of their girlfriends, son and DIL last night.  We were celebrating the return home of the grandson and girlfriend that moved to Australia.  They decided that that was not the place for them.

That's what happened in my little life this weekend.  Life is easy for an old, retired woman.

Thanks for the stop by,

Janice

I appears I failed to push the publish button.   Ugh.

March 13, 2026 Puzzling

 Puzzling

Hmmm, is the word puzzling an adjective, adverb or a verb?  According to Merriam-Webster.com Dictionary, it is an adjective.  According to me, it is my activity almost the entire afternoon.  Yes, the New York Times Tiles game has had me in a single minded view.  Match the layers of tiles for as long as possible.

My first attempt lasted till about 30 matches.  Each beginning lasted longer and longer.  By mid afternoon I had reached 503 and then boo booed.  Back to 0 and started over again.  Anything that goes on in my immediate area can distract me just enough that I will either hit a dead end or just flatly touch the wrong square.  It is a challenge for my ability to concentrate as well as developing plans of action.  Granted it is not difficult to do the matches.  The ability to not allow distractions to break my concentration is the biggest challenge.

There are a series of different designs that rotate.  Some are easy for me, others are a real challenge.  Some I have never reached 100 matches.  The following puzzle is difficult as the items seem to match at times with one that is  not exactly the same.  My main error on this particular design is the background will unexpectedly match leaving no other move.  Ugh.  Back to 0.  That is when I just wave the white flag and change over to a jigsaw puzzle.  

I hoped to reach 1000 matches today as the following design is one that is easy to distinguish.  It is a goal.  A very challenging goal.  Here is my final match for this day.  I'll blow another day to attempt to 1000 matches. 

You folks have a good weekend.  I plan to celebrate St. Patty's on Saturday evening with my P.E.O. sisterhood.  Sunday evening will be a welcome home for Bonus Grandson(GS#2) and his girlfriend.  They spent the last several months in Australia.

Take care,

Janice 

March 11, 2026 Batteries

 Batteries

Batteries are such an integral part of my life.   In an attempt to have less impact on the garbage dumps we use rechargeable batteries.  My husband is somewhat opinionated on the type of batteries he wants us to use.  He was an electrical engineer major that quit 3 semesters short of a degree.  In addition he is an amateur radio operator.  He comes by his opinions honestly at least.  I do not care so long as the batteries last more than a day.  Which brings me to today's post.   

We had switched to rechargeable batteries before we moved to the Austin area.  I had not fully committed to rechargeable batteries until a bit over 13 years ago.  At this moment I can count about 40 42 AA batteries and 18 AAA batteries in candles.  I like the flickering of candles without burning a table top.  That is a story for another day.  Oh, there are also 9 or 10 tealights that use coin type batteries.  I can make a day of just changing and charging batteries.  A friend became so weary of changing batteries she gave all her fake candles away.  I will not do that.  

In addition, we have rechargeable lights for lighting inside our kitchen and bathroom cabinets.  Motion sensing lights to help navigate to the bathrooms at night.  The closets for both bathroom storages as well as the laundry closet had no lights.  Nor did  the coat closet or pantry. Motion sensing lights were added in all of those areas.   I can recall about 13 or 14 at the moment.  With most of the motion sensing light being in use for almost 3 years they are not holding their charge as well, either.  That makes for a lot of charging.  Ugh

Under Hubby's guidance/direction the types of rechargeable batteries have changed over the years.   Several of my batteries seem to be needing to be charged more frequently than I expect.   I did not date the batteries as they were purchased.  Amazon has a long record of purchases.  I had realized that the batteries were marked with approximate number of cycles that should be expected.  AI summarized those cycles by type:

• Lithium-ion (Li-ion): 500–1,500+ cycles (2-4 years).
• Nickel-Metal Hydride (NiMH): 300–1,000+ cycles (2-5 years).
• Nickel-Cadmium (NiCd): 1,000+ cycles (1.5-3 years).
• Lithium Iron Phosphate (LFP): 2,500–9,000+ cycles (5-10 years). 

Yep, we have some of all of those.  Specific charging units for different types. I suspect some are over 10 years old.  Guess I need to start doing some culling of the batteries.  Remember to mark the purchase date of the new ones.  See if I can manage to have a single type of battery to simplify my life.  I'm old and will eventually forget all the correct chargers to use.

Thanks for stopping by.

Janice

March 8, 2026, Spring Forward

 Spring Forward

It is that time of year here in the States for Daylight Savings Time.  Move your clock forward 1 hour.  That gives daytime working folks more daylight after work.  Not sure how this helps nor hinders the 16% of workers of non day time jobs.  Another hoped for result is less energy usage.  I know as a retired person it makes for a few days of adjustments.  Same for school age humans.  Oh, yes, and trying to remember how to change the time on the approximately 10 clocks I have.  The last may be the biggest challenge for me.  

According to and AI summary:

 "Approximately 70 countries—roughly 40% of the world's nations—currently use Daylight Saving Time (DST). It is primarily observed in Europe, North America, and parts of South America and Oceania. Major regions that do not observe DST include most of Asia, Africa, and countries near the equator.

Key Facts About DST Usage:

• Declining Usage: In recent years, several countries, including Russia, Turkey, Iran, and most of Mexico, have abolished the practice.
• Regional Variation: Some nations, such as Australia and the United States, use DST in some regions but not others.
• Purpose: DST is used to extend evening daylight hours, with the goal of reducing energy consumption, although its effectiveness is debated. "

Bureau of Transportation Statics

Anyhoo folks will look a bit drearier at work, in meetings, and generally every where locally for a few days.  Kids will come to school in the dark.  And our furry family members will be confused.  All in the name of more light for 84% of working folks.  At this point in my life I don't think I care.

Now get those eyes open!

Janice

March 5, 2026 Floaties

 Floaties

No, these I will write about this evening are not for fun in the water.  Like these on my youngest grandsons.

The Dad is middle age, the babes are grown

No, this is about that aggravating junk that can impair your vision.  That debris that floats in and out of our vision.  My left eye had a black one that would float in on my peripheral vision from the outer corner of my eye.  That might not be a problem for most folks.  For me as a driver of a hybrid auto it was a big deal.  People and animals do not hear my car moving all the time.  Hubby and I know to be on special alert for this situation.  The floater would move into my vision causing me to slam on my brakes.  Slamming on brakes in the traffic of Austin Texas is asking for a rear-end accident.

Read more about floaters here.

During the prep work for last year's cataract surgeries I asked about a procedure for floatie removal.  A friend in Missouri told me he was having procedure soon.  I did not know something existed.  Doctor gave me a quick explanation and noted an on-staff doctor was available.   I decided right there that the floaters were on target to be eliminated.  Jump forward to the required time past cataract surgery and and appointment is scheduled at the end of December.  Surgery on the black floater was January 8.  Once the recovery period was over, my vision was the best ever.  That combined with the cataract surgery for sure.  I use readers rather than have paid $$$$ for the cataract lens to be for multivision.  

This morning at 4:00 AM we rose sort of tumumbled, gradually raised our heads then our bodies off the bed and prepped for the surgery.  I can stay up all night better than I can get up early.  But I did it and we were the first at the surgery center, 5:35 AM.   Surgery took place at 7:00 promptly.   We were home before 9:00 AM.  Yes, my eye area is sore.  Here is a video showing the procedure.  It is not for the faint of heart.  I go in the morning to have the bandage removed.  It will take about 10 days to be mostly back to normal.

Normal for me will be when my eyes track together.  There were pain numbing injections into the eye muscles.  Those are sore like anywhere you get a shot.  Those muscles do not want to react thereby one eye moves faster than the other.  Double vision is the result.   The last eye took about 10 days.  Until they work together the way I want, no driving.  Of course there are lifting and bending restrictions for a period of time.  The vision improvement is well worth the short inconvenience.

Thanks for stopping by for a look!

Janice

March 3, 2026 Lucy

 Lucy

She's back!  Lucy, also known is Leaping Lucy, is staying with us for a few days.  She is here while her hooman attends a conference in Austin.  Lucy still leaps.  At 11 going on 12 years upon this earth the leaps are a bit fewer.  Very many leaps require additional rest time.  Sounds like Hubby and I.  We never leap, BTW.

There has been so many changes in the last couple of years.  Youngest Sister and her husband have finished a lake house.  The 2024 and 2025Thanksgivings have been spent with them there.  The place was just wonderful that first Thanksgiving day.  Our son, DILove, and 4 of the 5 grandkids were there.  Even DIL's father and girlfriend were in from Costa Rica for the holidays.  Y-Sis's children and grandchildren were there.  

Y-Sis with Nephew #5, Nephew #6 (Leaping Lucy's hooman), BIL, Niece #3,
and Lionel the Rescue.
Y-Sis grandkids came late that night.

Back row:  Bonus Grandson (GS#2), GS#1, GS#4, Son. 
Front row: DILove, Bonus Granddaughter, Grappa (DIL's Dad), and Girlfriend.
GS#3 had to work at a resort that day >: (

That us with the bunch.  Hubby on the right, me on the left.  Smiles and having fun!

On the day following Thanksgiving the weather was warm enough plans were being made to go on the pontoon for a ride.  Around noon a call came to Y-Sis that BIL's youngest sister was having some health issues.  She was in transport to the hospital by ambulance.  Preparations continued for all the fun activities that were planned for the day.  Some of us were sitting by the gas outdoor firepit.  A phone rang.  BIL began going toward the house.  As he walked into the living area, he suddenly collapsed to his knees in sobbing anguish.  His youngest sister had not survived a massive heart attack.  She had literally dropped dead in her home and revival attempts were unsuccessful.  

What a turn of events.  Of course my family held Y-Sis's family in our arms.  We did our best to then give their family alone time to figure out what to do next.  Looking back it is a bit of a blur when Y-Sis and BIL left to be with his siblings in Houston.  Lots of calls were made.  Sitting next to Y-Sis as she told one SIL that Carol had passed.  That SIL was in route to the hospital.  She was driving and I could hear the anguish from her.  

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2025 Thanksgiving

BIL #2 and Sis#2 next to him and every one else.

Back Row:  Nephew #6, Niece #2, Niece#2's #1Son, BIL3, Nephew #5.
Niece#2's #2Son, Niece#2's Daughter, Y-Sis
Lionel the Rescue and Leaping Lucy were already in bed for the night!

Back row:  Hubby and Son
Front row:  Me, Granddaughter, and DILove and Law!

Thanksgiving 2025 found our two families together.  Our Sis#2 and her husband joined Y-Sis and my families.  By that time Sis#2's husband is at year two surviving an incurable Leukemia.  There is still the tender memory of the 2024 Thanksgiving.  That will last forever we are sure.  Shared trauma is not something one buries.  At one point together Y-Sis gave a toast to our departed sisters.  BIL's sister that passed 2024 Thanksgiving and our Sis#1 who did not live to see the completion of the lake house.  

2025 did see some fishing, 

Some Lounging, actually lots of lounging.  And eating is a must to clear out the leftovers!

Leaping Lucy in Hubby's lap, BIL#2, Sis#2, BIL#3, Son, Y-Sis, Nephew #5.

All that brings us to 2:30 AM, March 4, 2026.  Lucy is curled up next to me on our favorite recliner.  I have a business meeting in 6 1/2 hours.  Dental appointment at 2.  Pickup scripts.  And no eating after 5:30 PM because on Thursday at 5:45 AM my floaties will be removed from my right eye.  Another busy week for certain!

Y'all have a good rest of the week!  I plan on getting past this week and look forward to Memorial weekend at the Lakehouse with the Rogers' crazy extended family!

PS:  2025 found GS's #1,3,and 4 with their Mom's family.  GS#2 was living in Australia!  Missed them.

March 1, 2026 Swimming

 Swimming

Not really, though is was warm enough today, Sunday, March 1, to have done so.  Yes, upper 80s F already in March.  It will most likely be another scorcher this summer. I dread even the thought of it being so hot we stay in the apartment constantly.  This apartment complex does not have a swimming pool for cooling off in the hot months.  

It seems so frivolous to even think of swimming.  The Golden Corncob has started another war.  He seems bent on destroying as much as possible so his real estate development business can have lots of work when he leaves office.  Well, that is if he ever will without an insurrection.  He tried it once even though Fox News et al said it was just a peaceful protest.  I can hardly believe so many folks go along with the out right lies.  And now the man that condemned previous presidents for wars; the Corncob that would end Russia's war on Ukraine; that ran as the peace president has started yet another war.  

Could all the problems in the US be why I awoke hardly able to stand?  As I rose from the bed I almost fell into the window.  I fell back on the mattress and waited till I felt more stable.  Stable is a far reach from where my body was.  Plus, both hips and my lower back were screaming in pain.  Most of my day was spent on muscle relaxers and ice packs.  Walking is almost back to normal.  But the pain in the lower back is still very much there.  Pain medicine and off to bed for me.

But still, nothing in comparison to the nations being bombed out of existance.

God forgive us sinners,

Janice

February 27, 2026, Toast

 Toast

Today is a very special day.  It is my #5 Nephew's birthday.  He is my youngest sister's oldest son.  He was the first of my nephews and nieces when I was actually old enough to be an aunt.  I was 9 when #1 Nephew was born.  My youngest sister was only 18 months old at the time.  You could say my sisters and I were 'spread out' in ages.  That we were.

It has been fun to be an aunt.  Letting the 2 older nieces spend time at my home.  They played in my makeup and nail polish all one day.  We let them keep it all on as we took them to a small cafe for dinner that night.  Those two women still remember those special days.

The four older nephews never spent time like that with us cause there were cool uncles for them to visit.  Then came #5 Nephew.  By that birth, we had moved to Missouri.  Time to just visit over night with just one of the kids was not possible.  Between visits to our home and their home Sister's children grew to know is very well.

#5 N was possibly 1 to 2 when we travelled to Texas for maybe Easter.  Just talking and having an opinion about his wants.  We were staying at my sister's new home.  She was serving breakfast.   #5 was at the table in his high chair.  He was getting cereal.  We just wanted toast.  He asked his mom for toast like us.  "No, you are getting cereal."  With that she left the room to get dressed for the day.

Hubby and I looked at each other.  We took the cereal and gave #5 our  toast.  He immediately had the most quizzical look on his face.  Then a smile and a glint came into his eyes.  And ever since, he knew who he could trust for bits of fun.

Happy Birthday #5 Nephew!  We'll always share the toast.

Thanks for dropping by,

Janice

February 25, 2026 Too Hot!

 Too Hot

Living in what is considered a semi-arid region of Texas, winter weather is usually pretty mild.  There will be maybe two or three 'blue northers', cold fronts, come through bring chilly weather.  The temperatures typically stay above freezing.  The 13 winters since we have moved from southwest Missouri to Central Texas have been unusual.  Snow and/or ice have occurred at least 4 or 5 of the years.  Just three weeks ago there was a cover of sleet and snow mixture that stayed on the ground for 3 days.  In shady areas the cover lasted another day or two.

In January 2021 a week long frigid front came through into Texas.  It even reached the The Valley, Lower Rio Grande, and froze the vegetable crops.  The strain on the power grid actually took the system down in several areas.  Our apartment unit was without power for a week.  We had only electric heat therefore our temperature in the apartment was 40 degrees F.  Our son and grandson insisted we come to their home where they had power.  We agreed on the 3rd day.  They would not let us drive because they considered us too old to be out in the weather.  lol.

Son's home backed up to a retention pond.  It was cold enough that the pond froze deep enough to be walked on.  One family even brought out their hockey equipment.  The dad was schooling his children on the fine art of hockey.  Not at all a typical scene in Central Texas.

The pond without humans risking their lives.

As mentioned earlier in the post, it was quite cold, like in the low teens, just a few weeks back.  Sunday night was in the low 30s.  Today the temperature was in the mid 80's and will approach 90 tomorrow.  It is giving our thermostat settings a real workout.  

Here are charts for the last two months:

As you can see we are having wide swings. But the grid has not had a major failure so far.  However our breaker just tripped for our living room.  No idea why as we have only a couple of laptops, a lamp, google home, and a ceiling fan.  And of course our two electric recliners.  Wanna come help me up so I can reset the breaker?  

Life is fun some days!

Janice

 

February 20, 2026 It Has Been Seven Days

It Has Been Seven Days 

This is beginning to irritate me.  How can I forget to write my blog at least every other day?  Distractions, that is how.  Just today I had an agenda in my mind for the day.  Part of the agenda involved activities both inside and away from our apartment.  

Sort clothing and begin washer was first on the agenda.  Next was steam mop the hard surface floors.  Our little Robbie 2 had done most of the vacuuming at 7 this morning.  He does not get into the corners as good as I want, so I follow up with a broom and dustpan.  The plan was to follow with a quick shower, dress, and head out for about three errands.  Oh, before anything do about half of the PT exercises for the replaced hip.

Grocery pickup was scheduled for between 11:30 and noon.  The first load of clothing was in the washer.  Corners were cleaned and I was just starting the steam mop.  I managed the main bath and moved to the living area.  Hubby told me he had himself in a mess.  He could not get into his ham radio computer.  His password was not working.  Let me finish the mopping and I'll see what I can do was the gist of my response.

Within a minute he was asking again for my help.  I turned the steamer off, and grumpily said, "Fine your project not mine."  I know, that is not the compassionate way to answer.  We exchanged words that 85 and 79 years old senior citizens married for almost 59 years would say.  His words were nicer than mine.  After about 30 minutes, I told him I could not fix it and needed to finish the mopping.

Mopping finished.  Clothes put in dryer and second load in the washer.  No shower, just a quick PTA cleansing and jumped in clothing.  (Folks in this area would not appreciate a nude grandma running around.)  I was out the door with recycling and trolly to carry in the groceries in tow.  Miraculously, I arrived at the grocery store at 12:15.  

The remaining 2 stops were accomplished without any further issues.  Well, except I did fail to get some of that $2.39 a gallon gasoline that was not on the agenda.  The two tubs of groceries loaded on the trolly and the walk back to the elevator to our 4th floor apartment.  Once in the apartment, I was immediately put on a video call with Hubby's brother.  

Once the conversation about the doggie paw washer we had sent Bro ended, I returned to previously mentioned agenda.  Hubby put the groceries away while I dealt with laundry.  Thank goodness for that wrinkle prevent cycle!  It was then time to once again deal with the wrong password issue.

"Hubby, are you ready to work on retrieving your account?  I thin........"  He broke in and said, "Never mind, I have it fixed."  Good for him figuring it out for himself.  Maybe I need to just ignore him and let him figure stuff out for himself.  After all, I have a lamp that has always leaned a bit to one side.  It needs a spot of solder to hold a part of it in place.  I asked him to fix it about 53 years ago, it is still leaning.  I'll take a note from his playbook.  That means I'll figure out a way to fix it myself.

Have a great weekend.

Janice

February 13, 2026 Owls

 Owls

As happens every 6 to 8 weeks, I did not even go to bed last night.  I was doing a NY Times Tiles match game.  The patterns within the game change every 24 hours.  There are 8 or 10 different designs that rotate.  Some of the designs are easy for me to rack up the points as I match between the blocks.  Others I prefer to give maybe 30 minutes before switching to an online jigsaw puzzle site, Jigsaw Planet. Blogger friend, YAM, submits her lovely photos under the name yammacca.  She  makes into puzzles for all to enjoy.

In texting with a friend today I noted that I had not gone to bed for sleep.  What a long night, was the response. Not really when my mind is concentrating on the match game.  Besides, I think of myself as a night owl.  The response from the friend was, "Well to be accurate all owls are nocturnal".  Wise guy.   

It was literally 4:30 AM before I noticed the time.  My mind was not feeling sleepy.  But I did need to move.  I had 3 packages needing to be prepped for shipping.  I sat to work retrieving the information.  Labels printed, packages taped securely, and still not sleepy.  Folded a load of laundry that was resting in the dryer.  Still not even 6 AM.  An English muffin and cup of warmed over coffee to start the day.  By 7:30 I was asleep in my recliner.  Hubby had been up about 20 minutes when I crashed.

By 10 I was awake.  But not necessarily wanting to take on the world.  Now it is 3:30 PM and I have accomplished basically nothing.  Well, paid bills, talked to Hubby, talked to son, ate a bite of lunch.  Then the silly match game called to me again.  One thing is for certain, if night owl is not correct, wise old owl surely does not fit either!

Thanks for the stop by,

Janice

Current score.  4:30 AM score was 683 when I mismatched.

February 11, 2026, Book Club

 Book Club

An organization to which I belong has 3 gatherings each month.  A formal business meeting, a book club, and a coffee/lunch are scheduled for each month of the year.  All are scheduled for the first, second, and fourth Wednesdays.  Today was the second Wednesday, so book club it was!

The book club meets at Panera's, a chain restaurant.  Panera started as St. Louis Bread Company.  They have yummy bagles, lunches, and fresh coffees.  It is a pleasant setting for us ladies to gather and discuss each month's book.  This month's book, Finding Dorothy by Elizabeth Lett, was well received by the entire group.

AI gave this brief summary of the book:   ". .a historical fiction novel that tells the story of Maud Gage Baum, the wife of The Wizard of Oz author L. Frank Baum, focusing on her life and her efforts to ensure the 1939 MGM film adaptation honors her late husband's work. The narrative uses a dual timeline, exploring Maud's rebellious youth as a suffragette's daughter and her early life with Frank, alongside her experiences on the film set as she connects with a young Judy Garland and tries to protect the spirit of the book. "

A well written book that pulled me into the story line within the first few pages.  The author had pursued her research so thoroughly that each person was almost three dimensional.  After reading this book I am now wanting to rewatch the original film starring Judy Garland.  One event toward the end of the book told of the struggle to have the signature song included in the final take.

If you are looking a an easy read for the coming months,  I hightly recommend this tome.

Thanks for stopping by for a chat.

Janice

February 8, 2026 Borrowed Beauty

 Borrowed Beauty

Yes, I know, still skipping days.  It will take more discipline than I currently choose to have to be posting daily.  It is my choice at this point.  Actually it is a matter of looking for the inspiration.  Today's inspiration came from a blogger in Sweden.  The blog is Björn Rudbergs writings.  His post on February 2, 2026 is Candlemass.

Hubby's maternal family line traces back to Sweden.  The family Bible is written in Swedish.  Reading Björn's writings feel like showing respect for that heritage in a small way.  The Candlemass poem introduced a new liturgical season to me.  One in my Protestant background which was not celebrated.  For the non knowing, like myself, here is one link to better explain candlemass.

As for the inspiration from Björn, it was the haiku that closed his haibun:

zigzag in the snow
tracks traversing the meadow —
the snow hare’s evening
Björn Rudberg

Can I in some way keep the feeling of this haiku in one of my own.  Well, there is neither snow nor snow hares where I live.  Maybe my imagination can take me to a snowy landscape.  Or to a treasured memory with tracks.

Cape Cod, October 2005

watery fingers

reach for the plovers tracks

erased by the moon

petra domine

Nowhere close to the elegance of Björn's writings.  Still inspired to create a haiku.  That feels so good.  

Thanks for stopping by for a chat.

Janice.

February 6, 2026: What's Up?

 What's Up?

The jig is my usual response.  Sarcasm is part of the DNA of my family.  Family communication accepts it as normal responses.  That has changed with addition of our DIL's family.  Well, her dad gets it.  She is not a fan.  It goes completely over the head of her daughter, our Granddaughter #1.  That means often a response has to be explained.  Often there will still be a puzzled look in response to the explanation.

Communication is so very important in relationships.  Relationships with individuals, organizations, and between nations.  Communication can take so many forms.  People actually being present and talking.  All the electronic options from phone calls, face time, emails, texts, and the list goes so far beyond those.  Take for instance my Hubby's hobby, amateur radio.  Yes, speech is probably the number one way of communication between the hams, as they are called.  Number two is Morse Code.

For those of you unfamiliar with Morse Code, here is an excerpt from Wikipedia:

"Morse code is a telecommunications method which encodes text characters as standardized sequences of two different signal durations, called dots and dashes, or dits and dahs.^[3][4] It is named after Samuel Morse, one of several developers of the system. Morse's preliminary proposal for a telegraph code was replaced by an alphabet-based code developed by Alfred Vail, the engineer working with Morse. Vail's version was used for commercial telegraphy in North America. Friedrich Gerke simplified Vail's code to produce the code adopted in Europe, and most of the alphabetic part of the (ITU) "Morse" is copied from Gerke's revision."

Hubby meets up 'on the air' on a semi regular basis with other hams to practice code.  Dits and Dahs float through the apartment.  The electrical impulses will actually turn on and off his bedside table lamp that has touch control.  Yes, that is rather strange.

One form of communication that is offensive is what the man in the White House does in the middle of the night using AI.  Putting himself in a plane and dropping poo on protesters.  Dressing himself as the Pope.  Last night he posted a racist image of former President Obama and First Lady Michelle.  Actually, those forms of communication show such an uncouth nature.  It is shameful for our nation as a whole.

I'll take the dits and dahs that turn on the light next to my bed any day.  Meanness has no place in a civilized nation. 

Thanks for stopping by got a bit,

Janice