Old Nest, New Nest

Old nest
New nest

I’m having anxiety. The drive this morning sucked despite the tunes. And artificial lighting is depressing. I’ll find some lemons soon to make my lemonade.

As always more to come.

Monday Musing 9/23/19

I usually save my musing for Sunday but yesterday was a bear.  Why wasn’t Sunday Funday you ask?  Well let’s begin with Saturday.  I worked in the morning on a functionality test for updates to a system that had occurred overnight Friday.  For only a short hour and 1/2 but enough to delay my start to the day.   B was off getting the oil changed in his truck anyway.  By the time he got home, I was done and off we went to lunch.  Then B and I got our 2nd dose of the shingles vaccine.  Proceeding with a trip to Seguin to look at travel trailers for our place in Rock Springs.  The place I wonder how we will keep considering all that has happened.  Can you say DENIAL?

The 2nd shot wasn’t bad.  We were actually quite surprised since the 1st shot two months prior hurt like a muthergoose.  We commented on the noticeable difference.  For me, I thought taking ibuprofen ahead of time helped.  For whatever its’ worth all was well as we went out and about.  But yesterday.  Yesterday was a complete blur.  I felt awful.  Chills, achy, and oh so tired.  I blame the 2nd shot.  Other than a trip to the store for weekly groceries, I mostly stayed in one spot.  All cuddled up in two different blankies with a heating pad.  Poor Jilly.

I got my second wind, enough to put a lasagna together for supper, then after eating and clean-up, I promptly went back to the couch.  I knew I’d be off today for my grand pups annual vet visit so I wasn’t worried about what being a slug would do to my ability to sleep all night through.  I don’t sleep well anymore anyway.  I had talked to my doctor who tried to help me but the meds gave me a weird metallic taste in my mouth which I may have been able to live with if the meds helped me sleep but they didn’t.  I am panicky about this lack of sleep and one day I fear I will go completely off the deep end.

I feel better today thank goodness.  And I slept well enough last night to count for something.  I feel good enough to be up and about on my day off so there is that.  I wrote my Haiku, perused through WP Reader, and have caught up on the laundry.  The doggy appointment will follow.  Writing this little blurb, has relieved me of my stress.  My cares are out of my head, onto the page, and evaporate before me.  Ah, now that’s the stuff.

And that’s it for Monday musing.

As always, more to come

#SLS for 9/22/19 ~ “Short Skirt, Long Jacket”

Jim gives us the prompts of Clothing/Hat/Pants/Scarf/Shirt/Shoes/Tie.  I picked Short Skirt Long Jacket by Cake.  No real reason.  Just because.  Hope you enjoy.

Rules and Ping Back

“Short Skirt / Long Jacket”

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what’s best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes

I want a girl with the right allocations
Who’s fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She’s playing with her jewelry
She’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket……

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass

She is fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng…. lonnng jacket

I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
At Citibank we will meet accidentally
We’ll start to talk when she borrows my pen

She wants a car with a cupholder arm rest
She wants a car that will get her there
She’s changing her name from Kitty to Karen
She’s trading her MG for a white Chrysler LeBaron

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnggggggggg jacket

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: John Mccrea
Short Skirt Long Jacket lyrics © Stamen Music

#SoCS for 9/21/19 ~ “wrap/rap”

What’s that I hear?  Badge contest!  In October.  Marking my calendar.  In the meantime, what time is it?  Game time!  Time for football.  Friday Night Lights.  Homecoming was last night.  I’m happier than …. Well I’m happier than insert southern colloquialism of your choice.

The loveliest of lovelies Grandmaster LGH or Linda G Hill tells us your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wrap/rap.” Use one, use both (for bonus points), use ’em any way you’d like. Enjoy!

wrap/rap, think, think and think

Hmmm!!!

That’s a wrap!

Uh no!

That’s NOT a wrap J-Dub

A wrap is a wannabe sandwich

Sure they’re might tasty and all but you’re just getting started

I like all music and rap is no exception.  Though not an aficionado, you were there at the beginning.  The 70’s man.  That was our time!  And on that note:

Everybody go

Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn

Say if your girl starts acting up

then you take her friend

Songwriters: Nile Rodgers / Bernard Edwards

“Rapper’s Delight” turned 40 years old on September 16, 2019.  And don’t get all PC police on me.  I enjoy this song.  So sue me.  Wait don’t sue me.  Some may say misogynist, not just this song but the rap genre in general.  I say baloney, salami, baloney.  Do what we did back in the day.  Make up our own words.

Everybody go

Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn

Say if your boy  starts acting up

then you take his friend

If you’d like to join in and/or see what others have offered up from their own creative minds, follow the link to the Linda G Hill Gang of merry prompt responders.

As always, more to come.

TGIF 9/20/19

Four score and seven years ago

Wait!

Not 87 years ago.  And I’m no Abe Lincoln.  Not even close.

More like 35 years ago, morning after the morning after Friday the 13th or September 15, 2019, and today.

I cannot take moon pictures to save my life.  Though I’m mighty proud of the third one.  I threw in the toad in for good measure.  Reason – Mr.Toad was out there moon gazing with us and he was a fitting addition since we’ve been on his wild ride enjoying our lives as we smell the roses.

B humored me by taking the “now” picture.  I told him it was the only gift I wanted for our anniversary and it worked.  The before and now pictures are pretty popular these days … this is us improvising.

As always, more to come.

Another Anniversary

Pre-blog. I put this on FB 5 years ago. I’ve always written to expel the demons. Even as an itty bitty.

B “I wonder who I pissed off to get this payback”

Me “no one, shit just happens”

~Wednesday September 17, 2014 Methodist Hospital ER 11:58 p.m.

I am a firm believer of that. No assignment of blame. Sometimes things just suck for no reason in particular. Oh and I also believe in miracles and that unicorns fart rainbows … NOT! Or do I, … maybe I do!!!

Blood has ruined my favorite comfy capris and B’s Dallas Cowboys T-Shirt is toast … because when your nose starts bleeding and won’t stop, you don’t think about anything else … you race to the ER meeting the doctor there, ignoring the looks, stares and sympathetic glances. Hours pass by and the stains have set in … to remind us that it could be worse, it could always be worse.

Of course I can say that NOW, since the crisis was adverted.

I am no doctor but I am positive that all that Naproxin he was taking for his back contributed to this inability to clot because the last nose surgery under worse conditions did not have this particular side effect. If I was a doctor or other healthcare professional, I might find this all in a day’s work and be quite fascinated. I am not however.

I did keep it together until all was well again. I know if I get this out “on paper” I’ll have a writer’s catharsis. The second act is my verbal release: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, now that feels better. Except I’ll probably be all Lady Macbeth “out damn spot” for a while. Deep breath in and slowly exhale.

Hug your loved ones, don’t be shy. Say what you mean and mean what you say ala Dr. Seuss’s Horton. For I too believe in things I cannot see or hear. Life is too short to do otherwise.

Act of Contrition

What follows is the one I learned way back in the 70s … my first confession scared the Beetle Juice out of me.  I am sure I had already sinned at that early age of 7 or 8 in the technical sense of what constitutes a sin but I hadn’t done anything to write home about.  Twas the beginning of my catholic guilt which continues to this day. Hole in the ozone, caused by me …  single-handedly.  Seriously?  Yes Meredith Grey.

O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, Who art all-good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more and to avoid the near occasions of sin.

Now comes the blasphemy part … or what some may think of as blasphemy.  I’m going to say something here with no disrespect intended.  Having to place a disclaimer like this sort of alludes that I am about to offend people right?

Maybe.

But I’ve been thinking … night a day kind of thinking.  About important stuff.  Like the state of our union and all that jazz.  And I think people have become down right mean.  Not you fine folks. But people at large. Thank goodness there are still good people in the world 🌍 Of that I am sure.  But what is front page and in my face lately makes me cringe. And I think why can’t we all just get along?  Naivety at its’ finest.  Think about it though.  Maybe we’re making things too complicated.  Maybe kindness, humility, grace, contrition, and forgiveness could save the day.

When it comes to the Act of Contrition, I think we should sub out God for husband/wife/son/daughter/family/friend/foe/random human being of every race/creed/color.  Of course if YOU want to, then YOU can keep God or god or whatever spiritual muse (if any) you believe in. I simply ask that we add the others folks along the way when the time comes.  People think words fall short but we have to start somewhere.  We should apologize when there is something for which to be sorry. Then the next step is to act contrite by more than lip service.  Make amends.  Go out and live your best life allowing others …. dare I say helping others to do the same.

See simple.

As always, more to come.