Wet Summer of Greens

 

Being Married to a Very Organized Person

 

In my dreams, I strive for a life where all my worldly items  are tidy and in their safe place.

I live with one who is a pro at tidy and giving homes to all he owns. 

He has had a hard time dealing with a clutter expert. Sometimes, my clutter depresses me. I try to organize, clean up, and reduce the number of clutter.

The result of me organizing, is in a few weeks, I forget where I put my goods, and spend hours searching the least likely places around my house, and some items are never found again or months later, I find it in the most unusual places. Don't ask where.  I don't want to sound like a loser, or a crazy person.

My  piles work for me. They are not neat, tidy or organized. 

New Doctor...new sydrome

 [1] Tangentiality refers to a disturbance in the thought process that causes the individual to relate excessive or irrelevant detail that never reaches the essential point of a conversation or the desired answer to a question.

I have always talked this way and now I know what to call it.

Keep Laughing While Growing Old and You will enjoy Old Age More

 Smile, laugh, be funny and hide in closets to scare your husband. It all works and keeps me young. Tickling and bad puns also work. Hiding puzzle pieces, April Fool jokes also work.

The world around you may be falling apart, or just plan ugly...just keep up you sprits high. Depressing as some current elections are and will be, this is not the end of the universe. Think about happy thoughts.

My Covid Experience

 I listen to friends talk about their covid experience. Most talk about the isolation, fear, and depression.

My personal experience was highlighted by hospital outdoor covid tests in my car in the cold and rain.

I spent hours at home making French knots on hats, reading, and sleeping. Oh, I also had both my knees replaced during the pandemic. There was a lot of pain, physical therapy, and drugs. One good note, because of Covid, I had a large single room at the hospital for one night after each surgery. My covid experience had using an antique walker, crutches, and falling in love with my rented ice machine. It was true love between me and the machine that I used for a month at home after each operation. The quiet of our house was soothing, and my husband turned out to be a wonderful nurse. My recovery was long, and at times very challenging. My surgeon was fabulous, and coached me through each surgery.

Home was a healing place for me. I smuggled into the coach and felt the warmth of my home. Home is where the heart should be. 

Keeping my mind Coureous

I have a very active and curious mind. Sometimes, I use my 5 year old mind to see another side of the my young and creative self.

Today, I heard a loud knock on the window. From the loud sound, I thought a hawk crashed into my window. Turned out to be a young robin. He was lying on his back with his yellow feet up into the air.

I gently turned him over, and watched him breathing very heavily. I got a shoe box and and very gently put him in the box. I gave him a soft petting between his wings to let him know everything would be ok. Glenn advised me to bring the bird and box inside to let it warm up. We put a box onto of the shoe box. Our indoor cat Becky, knew something was up and she wanted a part of it. So, the box was moved up to the console table. After about a hour, I took him and place the box with the bird on our front desk. The next I I check, he was gone. The box had tiny soft feathers in it. I was so happy that I was able to save him. I do hope he comes back in the warm spring and stops by to say hello.

 

March 14 2023

First major snow storm N'EASTERNER is going on out my window.

Water, Ice. Wind, and of course Snow.

Sitting at my desk and watching weather. I love watching weather.  Love watching the clouds expend, disappear, change colors, and flying away into the the atmosphere. 

I have been cleaning out old books, tie die hair wraps, old frames, older scarfs, etc, etc, and etc.

This unpaid job is a lot of work. We filled over two large liquor store boxes with books.

Pictures, what do you do with thousands of pictures. I did throw out some baby picture unknow subjects, I put the majority of pictures (old) are in books. But not all, So, I filled an old "interoffice Envelope"  are really fabulous folders to put paper into. Not the really icky, dirty ones... only the ones with a good life in  them.

Bob Marley is singing and giving me a relaxing mood during this internment.

The beat rocks me slowly, slows me down. 

Life was at a slower pace. People worked hard, strenuous  and long hours. But news was slow also.  Think of it? A world without cell phones, telephones, fast foods and oh yes, cars, planes, and space ships.

I am definitely a 20th century woman. I loved the times, experiences and the fucking adventures.