Tidbits ~ 6/13/21

These half baked post notions need to come out of my brain. Better out than in ala Shrek. Pony just asked me “Mom how much coke (as in cocaine) did you just do? The 80s are over.” My response was “I’m high on life, leave me alone.” hahaha! Yep I’m full of emotions, verklempt even. Ah now that’s the stuff.

  • My car went kaput. B & Pony both think the problem is the fuel line or fuel pump. They’ve scrapped the idea of DIY car repair. The only reason they were even going to try was that the Otto brothers had a fire last Sunday. closing the place down. Yep our Cheers! like garage is the only place we trust. When I’ve gone the dealer, I feel bamboozled afterwards. I’m not going out a lot but things are opening up. Being fully marinated, we’re out and about more often. Plus I go back to the office in some form come July. I shopped for shops and basically we’d be taking a crap shoot to go somewhere else. Enter PoPo. The man who helped build the Internet. Memba him? He is loaning me his Rav4 until the Ottos reopen. Yeah buddy!
  • Why is he able to do this? Sadly in April he fell and broke his femur. He had surgery and was let loose from the pokey aka Downtown Baptist hospital in May. He is now at home still undergoing pretty intense physical therapy. We’re sad that it happened but man I tell ya what, his attitude puts the rest of ours to shame. He is still our loveable PoPo, a true ball of sunshine.
  • This means I am driving Miss Daisy aka my mother-in-law. To be fair, B is too. I go by every morning and he goes by every afternoon to check on them. Praise be we live in walking distance. They keep thanking us for doing all that we need to be doing for them. They seem to forget how much they helped us out when we were first married, then more after the kids came. Every once in a while, they try to pay us! Ugh! We’ve told Pony and Lulu, if/when we need the same, they will not be paid but rather they should help us out of the kindness of their hearts ❤ HaHa! Then we get back some light hearted banter about how they have already picked out a place for us.
  • Today Lulu and I made pie. From scratch. Well step one of the pie is done. The crust. The rest comes later today after the dough is sufficiently chilled. My Mamaw taught me how to make pie crust from scratch. I never taught Lulu because I am impatient and those cooking lessons never went well. Now I am older, wiser, and a lot less combustible. Which means I patiently showed her what my Mamaw patiently showed me.

I went to look for my pastry cutter … another gift from our wedding (like the pie tin above) but it is gone. Likely from lack of use I gave it away or maybe sold it in a garage sale. I was going to buy another one but they are about $9. Highway robbery! LOL. Dang I am a cheapskate. Two forks for the win!

Alrighty, I’m done … for now … waiting for the dough to finish chilling.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 6/12/21

I took myself off of my self-imposed FB ban. I can be an adult. Really I can. I will choose how I behave in that space. I’ve been back about two weeks. So far all is well.

The following is what I shared on FB earlier today about my adventures which started when I took Lulu to her blood work appointment because I needed to run errands afterwards in the car we still share.

Real, fake, or imagined. What the fuck?!? My car with almost 104k miles on it, has potentially run out of steam.

Thank goodness I got done what I needed to get done before the car started stalling … fortunately too I was not on the freeway (as I had been minutes before) but on a side street, Lord Rd. of all places. Those who know know what I’m talkin about. The spirits of G’ma Sally & G’pa John probably helped me get safely home. Superstitious lapsed Catholic that I am, I did pray a few Hail Marys.

Wish us luck on Monday when we visit the brothers Otto for diagnosis of my baby Buick aka Verona Salt, not to be confused with Veruca Salt.

I inserted a Veruca Salt video but I won’t do that know …

Lord Rd is the street where St. Benedict’s parish is … the church and community to which B’s grandparents belonged. They lived in walking distance from the church and were active parishioners for over 40 years. In fact, the bell tower was donated by them when the church first broke ground.

A few folks have already responded to my FB post. The following comment, made my day …

Your authentic introspection plus your sense of humor plus your mad writing skilz always add up to a heartfelt and entertaining read. Net result: When you lose, the rest of us win. Thank you for sharing your slices of everyday life with us and taking us along on the journey. Your poor car’s misfortune is, ironically, a bright spot in my day. 💕

But then there was this … from my brother … sacrebleu …

If you’re talking Temple Hill you’re out of luck. It burned a week ago, I think ten cars were a total loss or smoke damaged!

Land sakes alive! I read the news article for the details. This happened last Sunday @ 12:30 pm. They say that the cause of the fire is still under investigation. No injuries thankfully. In the blink of an eye, 70 years in business halted. But they said they will be back! I’ve no doubt.

Perspective.

When I was telling Pony what happened. How I made it to MoMo’s and PoPo’s with their groceries, even after stalling out, he pipes up, it’s your fuel line. B said the same thing. Since the brothers Otto are temporarily closed, now they are maybe ?!?!? going to try and fix it themselves. Oy vey. Lol.

You know I’ll write more if they start those kind of shenanigans.

As always, more to come.

Song Lyric Sunday – 6 June 2021 – Heartbeats

See what Peter did here? Super creative. I hope you enjoy as much as I did. This song feels like a warm blanket. ❤

Peter's pondering

Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs. This week the prompt is to find a song that includes the words Old, New, Borrowed, or Blue amongst the title or lyrics.

If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.

Unusually, today I am chosing a cover version of a song. It was written by The Knife, a Swedish electronic music duo which consisted of siblings Karin and Olof Dreijer. They formed in 1999 and disbanded in 2014. If you look up some of their music I’m willing to bet that you will find some that you really like!

The group toured little and gained stronger international recognition whenJosé Gonzálezcovered their song “Heartbeats” on his 2003 album,Veneer. The…

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Best Night’s Sleep ~ 5/8/21

I used to write my dreams down in a journal. I don’t know if I ever really did any interpretation of my dreams. It was just something I did to get those thoughts out of my head. Not like I would remember much anyway. If I didn’t write them down immediately upon waking that is.

After my procedure yesterday, we grabbed a bite to eat, and then came home. Instead of taking a nap, I forced myself to stay awake. We played around with the dogs. We went out to the garden and picked zucchini. B and I generally had a lovely afternoon. There was even some swing time in the mix.

As with the other times before, I had the best sleep of my life because of my sedation earlier in the day. They’ve improved quite a bit over the years. Less grogginess. Faster wake time. But what remains the same is being out stone cold and recovery with zero pain. Then following the procedure is when I have the best night’s sleep.

And I know the propofol was probably out of my system, but I slept so soundly last night. Yet I did dream. Vividly. I went to visit ‘C’ my best friend from grade school. In my dream, she was living somewhere in Europe. I was much younger, single, with no children. My mom tried to stop me from going but I went anyway.

As C showed me around, we were looking at a large body of water. And there were amazing things happening in the sky. She told me every evening could be like this. I also made new “dream” friends quickly. With all that goodness, I decided to stay. Move in and work with C. I woke up at the part where my mom threatened to come get me.

So what does this dream mean? Probably nothing. But I am going to interpret myself. Sometime tomorrow or the next day. Because right now is exhibit day at the McNay. Say that three times fast. Off we go. Happy Saturday!

As always more to come.

Why Not Me? ~ 5/2/21

When people say “why not me”? They usually mean why can’t I? Win a Pink Cadillac? Why not me? Well because I don’t sell Mary Kay and didn’t make the quota.

Slight detour. Hey grammar peeps, does the quotation mark go before the question mark or after? Inquiring minds need to know but being in a self imposed ban from Google, I’m not looking. Hello, hello, hello – is there any editors out there? Just nod if you can hear me. HaHa!

Okay back to my ramble, reflection, musing …

Why not me? Seriously. I’m asking. Why am I spared from the dreaded C? Why instead does cousin J have stage 4 lung cancer and cousin Marie another lymph node in her neck that could be cancer and why did my coworker L have to die before her time? Why did PoPo have to break his leg and remain in the hospital? Why not me? Who the hell decides?

You can keep your fancy shit to yourself. I will never ask why not me when I see others’ good fortune. But when it comes to the bad stuff, that’s a different story. Why not me? I deserve the bad stuff don’t I? Despite things appearing to be utterly random. Karma needs to come kick my ass. Asking why not me becomes very, very easy.

As I sit here in limbo awaiting my fate, I am overwhelmed. Even the jokes quit working. So, first things first. “It’s nothing until it’s something” Say it with me! Except that mantra has worn thin. Google did me no favors yesterday and I spun into a deep abyss.

Today I did my second grocery run, the quick one for B’s mom. As we passed by we saw every emergency vehicle known to man in the driveway of our neighbor’s around the corner. An elderly lady who lives alone. There was the Acadia ambulance, the fire department rig, the BCSO truck, and finally China Grove police. Plus about three or four hastily parked cars in the fray. Family members we assumed. I made the sign of the cross twice and silently asked why not me?

Then we had the church picnic. Excellent turn out. The “to-go” line ran smooth as silk. We ate with B’s mom and PoPo called from the hospital during the meal. Asked B to take care of a few things for him. Come Monday he is moving to a different facility.

Back at home, I was brooding. Feeling very sorry for myself. I told Lulu Belle I needed to walk. She tagged along. Despite our Saturday marathons, I kind of quit walking like I should. We lapped around a few times. Spied in on the garden. Looking good even if we only get squash. Dang squirrels nabbed a tomato plant already. After that, I went in to get the dogs’ food.

After feeding the pups, instead of going in, I went to my swing. My early Mother’s Day present 20 years in the making. Sitting there in peace, I called our Employee Assistance Program (EAP). And wouldn’t ya know it, 24/7 someone to talk to literally saved me the agony of further why not me?

I’m still in constant physical pain but mentally a weight was lifted up, up and away. Instead of sending me the list of choices, they will do the legwork to find someone for me to talk to regularly. No great shock that I need therapy. No more tough enough to power through with a grin and bear it.

Reaffirmed I’m a plotter who will make three different plans for the three possible outcomes of Friday’s procedure. I’m also using the positive mindset espoused by EAP and our healthy points team. Turns out my repeating It’s nothing until it is something is a good starting point. Then I will find funny pet videos on the Internet. I will also look myself in the mirror speaking only in positive affirmations. Working Monday through Thursday will be another welcome way to redirect me.

Whew! That feels fantastic! The planning part especially. Writing out the worst case scenario first, then progressing backward to best case scenarios along with my plans to attack this … whatever this is. Now we’re cooking with g.a.s. of the epigastric variety. Pun intended.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits Part Tribus ~ 4/30/21

Doh! I jinxed myself. Tribus, isn’t that a regal sounding word?

Results already in! What the what! That was fast. Too fast. I had already told myself that I would accept my fate with grace and dignity whatever that means. Yes I am and will forever be the Queen comma Drama. I fully expected an all clear and to go on medication for depression as I wailed about here in Thursday Thoughts. The CT was going to be negative, making me think I was crazy. How I hoped the doobie would be an alternative for all of this “stuff”. Kidding, not kidding.

All I know is my doctor called because this scan was anything but normal. Ha! Vindication! I was not imagining my pain. While the CT didn’t give a formal diagnosis, it signaled the need for a colonoscopy. I am already booked for one week from today. Doc used a lot of words that are still rumbling through my brain but I am resisting becoming Dr. Google. No WebMD for me! Instead I will ride into the weekend with this mantra …

It is nothing until it is something.

Tada! And with that I am off to pick a new book to read. Until next time.

As always, more to come.

Hey Youse Guys! Lookie HERE ~ 4/24/21

The birdies changed incredibly fast! They look way too big for their nest now but they’re packed in there. Well in between their hops in and out of the nest that is. Only two made it but B says that’s their way. Survival of the fittest. Nature is a blast 💥 don’t you think ?!?!?

Tidbits ~ 4/12/21

I used to drop this stuff in a journal but since I’m not actively keeping a journal anymore, I’ve started tidbits on the blog. This is where I can get the intrusive thoughts out of my head. Let the world see how neurotic I truly am. Ha! Which you’ve known all along. Ain’t no big surprise.

Lulu started a new job today. That makes three places but four attempts. Ugh!

The first post college gig ended due to ISP woes. Then she got back in same place but quit before she restarted. There are very painful reasons she didn’t go back. Things that are not my story to tell. I’m still very grateful that Kyle gave her a second chance. I’m also glad she didn’t go back because the ISP woes returned. We could say the other bad stuff happened for a reason savings a repeat ISP debacle.

But now the ISP excuse is behind us. Even in Snowmageddon, we were fully functional. We also have our own concierge at Spectrum who promises no more trouble.

Gig two was in person as a mental health technician helping girls just like herself. I was very skeptical but helping people is good. Maybe doing so would give her a sense of self worth.

She made it through two days of orientation but actual day one on the job was the last. She shows up and no one even knew she was supposed to be there. They put her on the wing with the older girls. Apparently the worst unit if she is to be believed. She did shadow someone who couldn’t be bothered and sometime during the 12 hour shift, she was threatened with bodily arm. To quote “I’ll use your dead body for a step up and out the window”. Her person casually said “ah don’t worry, they just talk big”. Somehow she made it to the end of her shift but she never went back.

Puts us to gig three. Call center scheduler. She is in orientation as we speak. During lunch I’ve gotten a barrage of texts. It’s bad. She wants to cry. But she’s not stopping. It’s that last sentence I’m holding on to. “Mom I’m not stopping. I can’t quit again”.

Oh but she will. Quit again. Maybe not today or even tomorrow. But realistically this isn’t a forever job. Of course I said something similar 37 years ago.

Ugh! I’ve failed to help her become strong and independent. I want to cry too. But this is not about me! And just maybe this time she’ll figure it out. At least that’s what B thinks. And we all know he’s usually right.

Alrighty. Time to end my worry session. Once again releasing the hounds has helped. If this is meant to be it’ll be. Cue music.

As always more to come.

Tidbits ~ 4/2/21

I took the day off from work. First time in a few years. Back in the day though every Good Friday was a day off. Starting with my school days when we have vacation Good Friday and Easter Monday instead of a Spring Break that came later on when I was in high school.

30 years ago on this day, Pony and I would have gone with my parents to the Stations of the Cross at San Jose Mission. Easter has always been my favorite time of the year. Better than Christmas even imo.

Today Lulu Belle and I went to the SA Botanical Gardens. Despite Snowmageddon, they are back in business. All socially distances and hands free entry. But … masks are OPTIONAL! Sacrebleu people. What are you trying to do? But this was mainly outdoors and we stayed far apart. Something we did even pre Covid. And we WORE our masks!!! My nerves were only slightly tingly at the chance we might get too close for comfort to an un-masked un-vaccinated cowboy.

SABo had a fundraiser to adopt a plot of Texas wildflowers for $100. You’d get signage and everything for the whole time the exhibit is in bloom. I really appreciate the nature and considered a donation.

I asked Lulu “Should I do that?

Then before she could answer I said “people are going hungry. I’m not spending $100 on flowers”.

She said “Mom, you should be able to spend your money how you want without feeling guilty”

How’d she know I felt guilty? Well because I wear it on my face. I don’t know why but that’s always been the case. And face/case – poet who didn’t know it. lol. I slay me.

Any hoo, that’s all she wrote. Hope everyone is doing a-ok. Us? We’re living the dream.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 3/31/21

Tomorrow is April Fools and the beginning of the 2021 #AtoZChallenge. This year I am doubling my fun with posts flying out to twitter as well. A challenge within a challenge. Yeah buddy. We’re cooking with gas.

I just half ass listened to a podcast about hell I don’t know. LOL!! I wanted to tell ya about it but I was so distracted with work that I didn’t truly listen. Here is the gist of it: Email and Slack are killing us. Okay not literally killing us but figuratively. We’re all miserable thank you Peter Drucker. Now I have gone off half cocked from half assed. I will listen for “real” next time. Then report back. Not like I have another hour ya know cuz I don’t. And with #AtoZChallenge I will be busy, busy, busy … for FUN!!!

They’re calling me to early supper so we can watch some King Kong vs Godzilla movie tonight. HBO Max! We may never go to a theater again 😦 Which might not be all that awful.

As always, more to come.