This was a very stormy day. I love storms. And this is my last day at journaling on a BLOG. I figured out that I can write a running commentary in Word on my computer and call it "Journal" and it will accomplish the same thing.
Discipline at writing the day's events.
Today I slept a long time this afternoon -- well, from 4-6.
Then I watched a really bad storm roll through.
Megan came this morning and I started out using her to clean up Alan's office -- all those cars of his had to be dusted, very carefully. Then the shelves, then the blinds, then the fan. She did a great job. And it took her three hours. Then I sent her out in the rain -- another storm just came in really fast -- and she did my grocery shopping for me at Krogers. Poor thing. She got soaked.
Then there was still 10 minutes left and I said she could leave, but she said that I had mentioned the vacuuming, so she vacuumed -- better than I do. I mean she went over everything at least three times. No dirt under my feet now. She's a great worker.
I'll have her all summer -- at least until the end of August. She working with Children at St. Lukes this summer. She wants to get a job at Children's hospital -- the hardest place in the world to try to get a job. If anyone can, though, she probably can.
Also, we're going to take David out to Tom Curry's farm. Tom is Megan's father, and there are several new colts, and he will take David (and me) horseback riding. I can't wait. I love horses.
This is the end of this BLOG.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
My dislike for journaling
When I was a child I was asked to keep a journal. I didn't like doing it then, and I don't like doing it now. I don't know what to write in a journal, and since I'm not on some great adventure, just living day to day in my fat body, what is there to write about.
I'm glad God has given me breath for another day, but if He didn't I wouldn't complain. Of course, I wouldn't complain, duh! I'd be dead. What I mean is that I don't care if I get more days of breath or if it's time for me to leave this earth.
God has let me see my three children come to know Him and has let me see all but the three youngest grandchildren ask Jesus into their lives.
If I stay around I want to give them more insight into God's love, grace, mercy, peace, understanding, etc., but if I'm, as they say, "out of here", so what?
I do have to ask myself each day, though, have I finished the course? I truly don't know. I don't know what more I'm supposed to do to "evangelize" the world -- go into the world and preach the gospel to every creature.
Physically, I'm unable to go into the whole world. I'm barely able to spend 15 minutes at the dollar store with my granddaughter. So, I wake up, maybe, tomorrow morning, and I go forth, doing what I do each day.
I had to explain to Rosie, who was anxious to be getting to McDonald's that I had certain chores I must complete each morning before I rest or do what I want to do. That is, I must make all the beds (Alan sleeps in three different places at three different times each night because of back pain); I must clean all the toilets, and around them; and I must clean up the kitchen -- if the dishwasher needs emptying and refilling then that's what I have to do, or if it just needs some left-over dishes put into it, I have to do that, and then I have to wash off the kitchen counters (again -- I do it every night after dinner as well). I'm fanatical about this clean thing in some areas. Other areas? Not so much. In fact, I'm wading through bits and pieces of lint on my carpet, which I haven't a clue from whence they came. They're an irritant to me, but I'm too lazy to get out the vacuum cleaner.
I tried to get Rosie to vacuum for me. She would have none of that. And, as I wrote in Runnemede Remembered I don't dust very often.
Now, it's time to head out to Bible study, and I know I wrote that a little while ago, in the earlier BLOG, well, it really is time to go. Bye.
I'm glad God has given me breath for another day, but if He didn't I wouldn't complain. Of course, I wouldn't complain, duh! I'd be dead. What I mean is that I don't care if I get more days of breath or if it's time for me to leave this earth.
God has let me see my three children come to know Him and has let me see all but the three youngest grandchildren ask Jesus into their lives.
If I stay around I want to give them more insight into God's love, grace, mercy, peace, understanding, etc., but if I'm, as they say, "out of here", so what?
I do have to ask myself each day, though, have I finished the course? I truly don't know. I don't know what more I'm supposed to do to "evangelize" the world -- go into the world and preach the gospel to every creature.
Physically, I'm unable to go into the whole world. I'm barely able to spend 15 minutes at the dollar store with my granddaughter. So, I wake up, maybe, tomorrow morning, and I go forth, doing what I do each day.
I had to explain to Rosie, who was anxious to be getting to McDonald's that I had certain chores I must complete each morning before I rest or do what I want to do. That is, I must make all the beds (Alan sleeps in three different places at three different times each night because of back pain); I must clean all the toilets, and around them; and I must clean up the kitchen -- if the dishwasher needs emptying and refilling then that's what I have to do, or if it just needs some left-over dishes put into it, I have to do that, and then I have to wash off the kitchen counters (again -- I do it every night after dinner as well). I'm fanatical about this clean thing in some areas. Other areas? Not so much. In fact, I'm wading through bits and pieces of lint on my carpet, which I haven't a clue from whence they came. They're an irritant to me, but I'm too lazy to get out the vacuum cleaner.
I tried to get Rosie to vacuum for me. She would have none of that. And, as I wrote in Runnemede Remembered I don't dust very often.
Now, it's time to head out to Bible study, and I know I wrote that a little while ago, in the earlier BLOG, well, it really is time to go. Bye.
Rosie spends the night
Last night after the cropping session at the clubhouse, Rosie came over and spent the night with me. She didn't get up until almost 9 a.m., which was great for me. She didn't like my cereal -- Lucky Charms -- , so she had a banana and crackers for breakfast. While I took my shower, she watch Hannah Montana, and then I combed her hair, braided it, and got ready to go to McDonald's, Dollar Tree, and Johnny's Toys.
Of course, she wanted everything she saw at Johnny's. And when we got to Dollar Tree, I gave her $5 and told her to have at it. She is a careful shopping. She walked through the whole store first, then went back and got the five things she wanted. Good job, Rosie.
I then took her home.
We've been having thunderstorms all day. The last one was tornadic, but it was just south of us. It was a lot of lightning and thunder though. The storms started this morning, which was a shame because the plan was that Rosie was going to go swimming most of the day. Not today. I didn't realize we were going to have storms all day today.
This is my kind of weather, though. I love thunderstorms (not tornadoes). The sound of an incoming storm or an outgoing storm is very restful to me.
Alan is in a funk, don't know why. I suppose he'll tell me one of these days, and heap guilt up guilt upon me. That's how it works. I do something offensive to him, rather than tell me what it is, he goes into a snit, then days later he'll pound me with words of my offense, and help the guilt on me. I await it patiently, hoping he'll forget what got him funked to begin with.
My ankles are really swollen today -- a fat-lady ailment with which I'm very familiar. In fact, I've often said that if someone poked a hole in my ankles we'd have another flood of Noahic proportions.
Well, we're off to Bible study in a few minutes, so I need to get off here. I was shut down for most of the day because of the storms, and am writing between storm lines.
Of course, she wanted everything she saw at Johnny's. And when we got to Dollar Tree, I gave her $5 and told her to have at it. She is a careful shopping. She walked through the whole store first, then went back and got the five things she wanted. Good job, Rosie.
I then took her home.
We've been having thunderstorms all day. The last one was tornadic, but it was just south of us. It was a lot of lightning and thunder though. The storms started this morning, which was a shame because the plan was that Rosie was going to go swimming most of the day. Not today. I didn't realize we were going to have storms all day today.
This is my kind of weather, though. I love thunderstorms (not tornadoes). The sound of an incoming storm or an outgoing storm is very restful to me.
Alan is in a funk, don't know why. I suppose he'll tell me one of these days, and heap guilt up guilt upon me. That's how it works. I do something offensive to him, rather than tell me what it is, he goes into a snit, then days later he'll pound me with words of my offense, and help the guilt on me. I await it patiently, hoping he'll forget what got him funked to begin with.
My ankles are really swollen today -- a fat-lady ailment with which I'm very familiar. In fact, I've often said that if someone poked a hole in my ankles we'd have another flood of Noahic proportions.
Well, we're off to Bible study in a few minutes, so I need to get off here. I was shut down for most of the day because of the storms, and am writing between storm lines.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Today is a painful day, and I'm in charge of tonight's scrapbooking event at the community clubhouse. I'll just have to push through.
I got a lot done this a.m. Went to the garden store and got a few more plants. There was only ONE small basil plant and it's in bad shape. I don't think it's going to survive. I'll have to talk to it, and coax it along.
Then I went to get my stuff back from my up-line, so that I'd have new products to show tonight at the scrapbook event.
After than I put $50 worth of gas in the car, and that didn't fill it. Then on to the library. The books were due today, and I hadn't finished one Louis L'Amour book, even though I read it most of the morning. Well, I got a few new books, but no new Louis L'Amour books because they didn't have any that I haven't read.
Alan's meds weren't ready at the drug store. He's down in the garage now. Sulking. He wanted me to rub his chest with Desitin while I was cracking eggs. He does that. He sidles up to me and expects me to drop everything immediately to rub that smelly stuff on his chest. It really doesn't do any good, but he thinks it does. I put so little on his chest that it couldn't be doing any good. He just likes to have his chest rubbed, I think.
I offered to rub him before I left, but he said I had to go find the stuff, because he wasn't going to get up to get it, and I didn't feel like walking all over the condo looking for it. My knees hurt very bad today, and I knew I had a lot of walking to do on my errands.
So, not, my BLOGging is finished for today. My bag is packed as is the car for tonight, and I'm ready to go.
Now, I'm heading downstairs to replant one of the plants I bought, then I'll replant the basil and another perennial I purchased. I hope it winters well on the porch.
I'm so pleased my lavendar has flowers on it. That means it will come back again next year. I guess I should block this BLOG from public view. After all, it is just my journal of events that I carry on throughout the day.
Oh yeah, the fat lady lost one pound! Only 39 more to go and I can get a new knee.
I got a lot done this a.m. Went to the garden store and got a few more plants. There was only ONE small basil plant and it's in bad shape. I don't think it's going to survive. I'll have to talk to it, and coax it along.
Then I went to get my stuff back from my up-line, so that I'd have new products to show tonight at the scrapbook event.
After than I put $50 worth of gas in the car, and that didn't fill it. Then on to the library. The books were due today, and I hadn't finished one Louis L'Amour book, even though I read it most of the morning. Well, I got a few new books, but no new Louis L'Amour books because they didn't have any that I haven't read.
Alan's meds weren't ready at the drug store. He's down in the garage now. Sulking. He wanted me to rub his chest with Desitin while I was cracking eggs. He does that. He sidles up to me and expects me to drop everything immediately to rub that smelly stuff on his chest. It really doesn't do any good, but he thinks it does. I put so little on his chest that it couldn't be doing any good. He just likes to have his chest rubbed, I think.
I offered to rub him before I left, but he said I had to go find the stuff, because he wasn't going to get up to get it, and I didn't feel like walking all over the condo looking for it. My knees hurt very bad today, and I knew I had a lot of walking to do on my errands.
So, not, my BLOGging is finished for today. My bag is packed as is the car for tonight, and I'm ready to go.
Now, I'm heading downstairs to replant one of the plants I bought, then I'll replant the basil and another perennial I purchased. I hope it winters well on the porch.
I'm so pleased my lavendar has flowers on it. That means it will come back again next year. I guess I should block this BLOG from public view. After all, it is just my journal of events that I carry on throughout the day.
Oh yeah, the fat lady lost one pound! Only 39 more to go and I can get a new knee.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Lightbulbs
You'd have thought I was asking for the moon or a new car or a new computer or something. I asked Alan about the lightbulbs. He doesn't think the government is going to make us use flourescent bulbs. Well, Mr. Hahn, the government has already passed the law that says we have to.
I informed him of that and he said it won't happen. So I pointed out that buying a few replacement light bulbs would certainly be cheaper than buying new fixtures, and I won't have my house looking like a slum house with one light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and said light bulb being a flourescent bulb.
Actually, the fixtures in our bathroom take six clear round light bulbs. Not a very popular size, shape, or transluscence. So, I'd best get on the hunt and get me a couple dozen. I figure that should last the rest of my life, anyway. Then it's my children's problem.
I informed him of that and he said it won't happen. So I pointed out that buying a few replacement light bulbs would certainly be cheaper than buying new fixtures, and I won't have my house looking like a slum house with one light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and said light bulb being a flourescent bulb.
Actually, the fixtures in our bathroom take six clear round light bulbs. Not a very popular size, shape, or transluscence. So, I'd best get on the hunt and get me a couple dozen. I figure that should last the rest of my life, anyway. Then it's my children's problem.
Yeah for Megan
Megan called tonight. She is going to be able to give me about four hours a week for odd jobs. Yeah! This week she's coming on Wednesday and I'll have her do the floors -- get those grout lines cleaned up. If there's time, we'll tackle the pantry.
Oh, I have a long list of jobs for her.
We have 8 foot mirrors in our two bathrooms. Who's 8 feet tall? I'm not. I'm 5 feet 2 inches maybe. Alan is about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Who can reach the top of such tall mirrors without a ladder -- upon which old people who might break a hip don't go? So, Megan will do her annual cleaning of my mirrors. I get the lower half, and by the time January comes around you can tell the parts I cannot reach. :)
We also have wonderful light bulbs above the mirrors, like in a dressing room. She will clean off the light bulbs as well. I wonder if I should get some more of those bulbs since the government is making us switch over to flourescents? I'll talk to Alan about that.
Then, there's the plant shelves that need their annual cleaning, the chandelier in the stairway. And the cabinets in the kitchen need clearing out and cleaning out. I can't wait to get started. How nice to have a clean house, albeit for a few weeks.
Also, she'll go to the grocery story for me all summer. YEAH! She's a good shopper. Thrifty, but she gets good stuff. I can't wait until Wednesday.
Oh, I have a long list of jobs for her.
We have 8 foot mirrors in our two bathrooms. Who's 8 feet tall? I'm not. I'm 5 feet 2 inches maybe. Alan is about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Who can reach the top of such tall mirrors without a ladder -- upon which old people who might break a hip don't go? So, Megan will do her annual cleaning of my mirrors. I get the lower half, and by the time January comes around you can tell the parts I cannot reach. :)
We also have wonderful light bulbs above the mirrors, like in a dressing room. She will clean off the light bulbs as well. I wonder if I should get some more of those bulbs since the government is making us switch over to flourescents? I'll talk to Alan about that.
Then, there's the plant shelves that need their annual cleaning, the chandelier in the stairway. And the cabinets in the kitchen need clearing out and cleaning out. I can't wait to get started. How nice to have a clean house, albeit for a few weeks.
Also, she'll go to the grocery story for me all summer. YEAH! She's a good shopper. Thrifty, but she gets good stuff. I can't wait until Wednesday.
Sunday is Sunday
I spent a better part of the day trying to stay awake. I don't know why, but I can't keep my eyes open. Even now as I'm typing this epistle, my eye lids are at half-mast.
I did another search on E-Bay for charms or a charm bracelet that had charms from when I was growing up, and which were on that lost charm bracelet. There were 1441 listings, and nothing got my attention. So, in abouta week, I'll look again.
I did laundry -- one load -- and I suppose it's about time to take it out of the dryer. I have another load in the washer, but it will wait until tomorrow.
I still have to empty the dishwasher and put the dirty dishes into it. I hate doing that. It seems I never get caught up with that.
I did get the stuff put away in the laundry room. I'm scared to get on the top step of the step stool, so I wasn't able to do that great a job. But at least it's off the floor.
That's it for now. Back at me, later.
I did another search on E-Bay for charms or a charm bracelet that had charms from when I was growing up, and which were on that lost charm bracelet. There were 1441 listings, and nothing got my attention. So, in abouta week, I'll look again.
I did laundry -- one load -- and I suppose it's about time to take it out of the dryer. I have another load in the washer, but it will wait until tomorrow.
I still have to empty the dishwasher and put the dirty dishes into it. I hate doing that. It seems I never get caught up with that.
I did get the stuff put away in the laundry room. I'm scared to get on the top step of the step stool, so I wasn't able to do that great a job. But at least it's off the floor.
That's it for now. Back at me, later.
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