Oh My

Please everyone; take a deap (ha, ha, I like that spelling. I must have been thinking of Johnny Dep). Let’s start over; take a deep breath, relax and then exhale toward Wolcott New York because I am about to go insane. My worry stone has imprints in it from rubbing it so much, I’m out of Lorazipam and now have even MORE wrinkles on my forehead. Too much is happening too fast and of course with me there is always a wee little glitch in everything. Not too bad this time but always a wee glitch.
As I’ve told you, there are probably about 7 towns in this county but it is amazing how roads compare from location to location. I grew up here and lived here until around 21 and I would say that I knew where all the towns were and how to get to them and even what shortcuts. They were all two-lane highways, mostly countryside. All were pretty much straight and perpendicular to each other. So I moved to Los Angeles and refused to drive. I’m sure you have seen on television what the highways are like. Once you are in a lane, you stay in that lane and you move at about 75 miles per hour. Too bad if you get a flat tire. Actually, Los Angeles is a bit like Boston.

So I move to Maine and it takes a few years to not get lost all the time. You get used to the fact that the roads are arcs and circles going around rocks and trees and up and down hills and that everyone drives in the middle of the road because for some reason the roads are made with a hill in the middle (to have the water run off?) but people travel pretty much at a reasonable speed. Just watch out for turkeys and cows crossing the road.
Then I move back to the exact same place I started out from. Same roads. Same towns. Same countryside with straight and perpendicular roads only now everyone is is a BIG hurry. And, I keep getting lost! Trees are larger or missing completely. New houses have been built, old ones painted, curves straightened out. Point is you plan a time limit to get somewhere and are always late! I know where I am but I don’t know how to get there! You get halfway there and you wonder how the heck you got to that place and why you are going in that direction. So, guess who was late for jury duty (all though, just in time to have my name called to be interviewed). Then I ask to affirm rather than swear and they start asking all these questions that don’t make any sense. And, you have to tell all this personal information and everyone can hear it. Jeeze, even my Dentist was there! The limit was when the attorney stated “now remember, this trial is just for rape, not forcible rape. We are not judging if the rape was forced”. I wait for one of the pod people in the courtroom to say something. Not a thing! So I say “excuse me but how could you consider it rape if it wasn’t forced?” All hell breaks loose, everyone in the courtroom starts laughing and rolling on the floor. When things calm down the Judge tells me that I am not to ask the attorney questions, I am to ask the Judge questions. Anyway, I wasn’t chosen so that’s over with.
Then at 7:30 is the Town Supervisors Meeting. Another Lorazipam. Big mistake because it was a very, very long boring meeting mostly about hiring someone to cut the weeds in the bay this summer, buying a new truck and which account to take the money out for each. Finally, at the end it was the unanimous decision to hire me as the Town Historian. HOORAY!!!!! And, to make it even better, I’ll make $.69 per hour!!! I was elated but didn’t have a hard time going to sleep.
This morning first thing I had to go into the town hall with my social security card and my driver’s license. Driver’s license – no problem but the last time I saw my SS card was years ago when Paul’s bank that employed him was purchased by a company in India and there was a chance that he would have to go over there for a couple of weeks and I was darned if I wasn’t going over with him. So I got the SS cards, the Birth Certificates (which took a few weeks for me because I was born at a Military Base) and the questionnaires together, clipped them and put them on his desk for when he had a chance to go with me to get our pictures for our passports. Of course, Paul didn’t even remember India much less where the folder was. Now, his office and the upstairs bathroom which are his are not entered by me unless there is an emergency. He puts his dirty clothes in a basket by the door, I plug my nose, reach in to get them and quickly close the door and that’s it. So, no SS card. I took the piece of paper that your SS card is ripped from and my letter from the SS with what I will be getting which luckily had my number on it into the town hall and they took it. For now. And that doesn’t help with our birth certificates.
Then since my Mother had a stint inserted last week I went over to see her for a while and my whole day is shot.
I have homework to do on a web course that I am taking that is due soon.
Saturday my daughter is taking us to dinner for our anniversary and we are going shopping.
Sunday I’m going with a friend to see Hamlet.
Next Sunday is a Handling Seminar that is about 3 hours away.
Remember that this is an Agraphobic speaking that never leaves the house. SEND CALM PLEASE!!!

Probably a Slow Day for Some

“What’s that?”, you say, “how was your day?”. Well, I’ll tell you whether that’s what you said or not. You COULD just delete it and I won’t be insulted because I won’t know. (Someone tell me that there isn’t a blog delete counter because I’d be in trouble!)
To start with, I just couldn’t get out of bed. There was a dog to the right of me that was sleeping on the covers that WOULD NOT move. He does the same thing when I try to go somewhere and he hasn’t been invited. First he grabs the carpeting with his nails. I think he is like a cat because I cut them regularly. and if I get him out of the rug he flops over onto his back and turns into something that feels floppy. Then I take him with me. But this time, he was going nowhere!
I had a dog to the left under the covers and she was warm and cuddly. Sometimes, when she doesn’t want to be warm and cuddly she sticks out those long legs and you can’t get near her. She does that at our camp where we have a smaller bed and this gives her more room. My Hubby says she always sleeps with her back toward me and puts one of her legs up his ***.
I had a dog on top of my feet. She’s easy though. All you have to do is say “BOO!” and she jumps up, piddling all the time and looking terribly guilty so that I have to kiss her for a while if I ever can get up. I think it’s the Border Collie in her.
Once I got up, I was ready to go back to bed. I’m slightly compulsive and have my order of things to do. I spend a lot of time in the bathroom so I’ve decorated it as nicely as the rest of the house. In fact, I’m painting another mirror frame there the same color as the wall (off white). It’s one of those old ones with decorations so you can’t vacuum it or the frame disappears piece by piece, yellow and green with gold accents. But not in the morning.
This is what I do in the morning. Get a cup of coffee and a glass of water, sit down and read my current book for however long I want…and I don’t get interrupted by anyone…and it’s kind of comfortable unles my IBS kicks in. Then into the shower. Then the neti pot. I know people think this is gross but it works for my allergies. I’ve gotten so I feel dirty if I haven’t washed my nose, then my teeth: brush with electric brush, brush way back with small brush, Brush between with Xmas tree brush, massage around teeth with that rubber pointy thing and then floss. Meanwhile I can still read! Then I grease myself down, first toner on the face then face lotion and then body lotion. Then I tackle my hair which is getting long again. Almost to the bottom of the shoulderblades. Since I’ve grown it this time from a 1″ cut and can’t stand hair in my face, I kept cheating and cutting the front top but now it’s almost long enough to rubberband with the rest of my ponytail. It will be a bun later. Then dress and “wallah!”
I look at the clock and my Doctor appointment is one hour away. I’m outta there! (of course forgetting my updated list of medications and supplements (42 total so I’m taking them all day and I don’t see or feel any different for the supplements – but I guess they are preventatives). The only trouble is that some are big and if I’m in a hurry I have trouble. Tonight I got one stuck in my throat and it really hurt. I drank a glass of water, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a big piece of crust. It wouldn’t go down; nor would the pill come back with it. so I ended up sticking my finger down my throat which worked (and no food came out, thank goodness). It was a medium capsule of COQ10 and believe me, I didn’t take another. I think I would rather have a heart attack.
Late at the Doctors. Believe it or not – I am actually losing 2 lbs every three months! By the time I am 80 I’ll have reached my goal. I’ve given up on the cholesterol. He added another pill so I’m now taking 8 pills a day for that. But, I guess I should be happy it went from 320 to 240 in 7 years. And, I’ve changed my eating (except bar-b-que chicken skin and I haven’t told him that). I can’t eat too much fiber because of the IBS. Even the unsoluable fiber. Blood sugar up again. Not diabetic yet and I’ve stopped sugar completely. Have you ever had Jim Beam without Coke or Pepsi? So I’ve lowered my alcohol intake. Blood pressure, pulse and everything else he checked was fine except the familial tremor. If I could get rid of one thing it would be that. First of all, its embarassing that my head shakes and my hands shake so bad that I find it difficult to lift a glass or cup to my mouth. I’m on the maximum amount of medication that he will give me so he referred me to a neurologist so he can probably tell me I have Parkinsons. But, I believe they have medication for that so I will be able to write again and paint again. I used to have beautiful handwriting. Thank God for typewriters.
Next – Verizon – My daughter told me to go in and tell them that my phone is shi*. I have a Samsung. All I need to do is call out and get to the internet and take pictures. That’s it! Why can’t they make new things easy? Even telephones. Kids can’t add or write but they understand these scientific instruments. What’s up with that? However I’m call-phone challenged and have had it for 1.5 years. I have 92 voice call messages that I can’t get to so I gave it to my daughter. It tells her “dial 69” for messages. “this number is not in service”. She couldn’t even get them. So, I went in, went up to the counter and said “my daughter told me to tell you that this phone is “shi*”. He looked around. I told him I wanted another kind that could only do what I wanted and nothing else and “could he please get my messages for me? I’ll just sit here and listen to how many friends I’ve lost if I may.” Well, he played with it and said it wasn’t refurbished but that “this phone is shi*”. So my new Samsung arrived today and I’M supposed to know how to transfer all my contacts and stuff to it? I printed out the telephone instructions for the old one and it filled a 3″ notebook! I think I’ll use the shitt* one.
Then on to Savers. I LOVE that store and I broke my record. Total – $350 but it was half price clothes day. This store plays good music, it has everything, everything is arranged by size and they fold pants so you can see the size and how they look. The books are even arranged by subject. I got 8 history books, three packages of dog toys (they bag them), placemats, vintage table cloths and as I was standing there the attendent hung an antique penny quilt for $9.99 in front of my face. I think she hung it on my hand! I’m going on a trip and my new puppy will probably chew my shoes and cuffs so of course three pairs of pants (one didn’t fit so my daughter lucks out), two long-sleeved shirts, (both to my daughter. Clothes that cheap don’t get tried on. It takes too long), two short-sleeved shirts, three t-shirts and a blazer that has really long arms that hubby laughed at until I glared. All I want is to be comfortable and my hostess did say they dress casual and when I get cold my hands get cold, too, and I’ll be using it just as a jacket, a pair of funny colored sneakers and a pair of shoes. One pair sweats for hubby, several kitchen utensils, a rock tumbler, lots of candles. I have to say that 2/3 of the clothing had their original tags on them and the rest looked like they had never been worn. I love that store. Well, I’m not too tall (5’1″) (oh! and a reversable belt and hankies for my quilt) so I had to stop when I was running into things (and a purse!) because the cart was so mounded over with my stuff. The cashier was new and a nervous wreck so we had an assembly line…the manager handed me the stuff, I removed the hangers, and the cashier did her job with no mistakes. Good girl!
Then I drove home, ate something, drank something, told the dogs that yes, I was fine and they were fine and everything was fine (I mean, jeez, my hubby works upstairs!), redressed and went out to meet a portion of my family at a restaurant for my brother-in-law’s birthday. I loved seeing my nieces because I don’t have grandchildren but for that restaurant if I eat with the kids again, I’ll bring my own crayons because their’s hardly colored at all! I wonder if there is a reason for that?
Then, home it was to a Miss Marple Mystery via Netflix, this blog which took 2 hours, and then to bed, I hope.
So, in otherwords, do you think my day was terrible or good. I think all in all it was good but I was glad when it was done.
Noodles!