#1linerWeds. 9/21/22

Ooohhh, I like Linda’s one liner today. Let’s all go slay some dragons!! Look HERE to check out the rest of today’s offerings. My borrowed two cents worth even less than 1/2 a penny follows:

The Opposite of Love is Not Hate, It Is Indifference

Elie Wiesel

Last week I went back to a lighthearted one liner after several weeks of trying to lift myself up using quotes from The Boy, the mole, the fox, and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy. Well the levity didn’t last. Not going to whine now. My break is almost over. I have to get back to crack-a-lackin.

Special thanks to the unnamed blogger who commented that quote back to me on one of my prior sad sack posts. Just what I needed, right when I needed to see it. No matter how often B tells me, “they don’t hate you Jill, they don’t even know you. If they took the time to know you, they would love you just like we do”, that lesson refuses to stick.

From another view, then maybe the opposite of hate is difference. As in making a difference, looking out for others. Being kind & giving a little help along the way.

As always, more to come.

Share Your World Part Two Without the Questions ~ 9/13/22

I forget what categories I used for my medical ranting. I’m putting this post under Share Your World & What Fresh Hell is This? I’m exaggerating though, the hell is stale, groundhog day variety hell. Not even remotely fresh but still pure D fuckery all the same. MoMo is back in the hospital. I have no idea what number of admissions she is on now. She can’t keep on this way though. Something’s gotta give.

She falls or slips or something. B, who is not a nurse, rushes over to pick her up. Big, strong guy, who can always lift her. But, he could hurt her too. Sometimes, you aren’t supposed to move people who have fallen. And it’s not that he doesn’t want to help her. He’s just not trained for providing the right kind of care. Jesus he’s been running over there in the middle of the night for going on two years. Not every night but enough times to know something must be done.

The EMT from this recent episode was an asshole. Sorry to be blunt. Not saying all EMTs are assholes but this guy talked to our PoPo like he was an idiot. Our PoPo is the most gentle, kind human being you’d ever meet. When God was passing out goodness, he gave PoPo a lion’s share. Why’d you even call me? EMT says. Her knee injury is obviously weeks old. What’s so urgent here? Well another MRI showed another stroke. That’s what’s so urgent asshole!

No status update beyond she’s admitted. For how long, no one knows. Sadly, her in the hospital is better for everyone. She is safe. At home, everyday/everynight was a gamble.

And now we wait.

As always, more to come.

I’ve Been Found Out ~ 9/7/22

I’ve been caught red handed. But not 💯 percent sure. And here I thought I was so stealth. Under my alternate Twitter account, I get to be me. Not that I’m not genuine here because I wear my heart on my sleeve & gush my very being. But there, where no one knows me, I’m not afraid to share thoughts that might not otherwise make the light of day. And this is with a cohort of people who have something so deeply in common with me, that they get it. The club no one else wants to be in.

I know I’m overthinking and what would’ve had to be done to find me isn’t easy. I’m not the sun or worth the time so the family tells me they think I’m still anonymous. So much is starting to make sense though & I label myself the bad actor.

I’m going to keep pressing on. Hope there is truth to it’s not over until it’s over. As I re-read everything there is much pain in my writing. Brutal, honest, and at times overreacting. Maybe that could perhaps bring sympathy or empathy. As long as I’m not pitied, I’ll take what I get.

As always more to come.

Remembering the Dash ~ 9/1/22

Theresa Irmina Andrisek McBee Jasek 9/1/32 – 1/25/98. Today would have been her 90th birthday. Happy birthday to the only momma I ever knew. My feature image is the tattoo she’d likely be upset by …. or not. I’d like to think she would have made an exception somehow knowing my sweet baby girl drew the heart (and has a tattoo of her own). Times change & maybe her strict interpretation of the catechism would have changed too.

I’m not quite ready to full on release the hounds but I couldn’t let this milestone go by without a mention. Over the coming days, I may or may not expand upon my story. I’ve been teasing about doing this for months. I’m pacing myself because I don’t want this to turn into a bash the dead person narrative. She was flawed but then again everyone is flawed; all of us are imperfectly human. I live in a glass house, not going to throw any stones. And I want to stress things weren’t all bad, in fact, there was usually much more good. Revisionist history or not, my life has been & continues to be extraordinary. I don’t need a wellness check. I promise.

This has to be my favorite quote from the 1948 film The Naked City. “There are eight million stories in the naked city. This has been one of them.” I feel like I have 8 million stories all by myself. A tangled bowl of spaghetti which is very hard to follow. But then that wouldn’t be any different from my typical posts here. WordPress is definitely the place to tell my tale. People here have always been very supportive.

It’s blurry but it’s us!

Another Kind of Ortho ~ 8/29/22

Along with my other medical afflictions related to scoliosis, osteoarthritis, osteoporosis, and the need for orthopedic shoes, I’ve been having headaches. I had my six month dental check up today, where I also received a referral to an orthodontist. Seems my headaches might be caused by crowded teeth and jaw disharmony. How fun is that! said no one ever 🤣

On the referral form, it asked for generic information like patient’s name, date of birth, phone number, reason for referral, and parent’s name. Wait! Why parent’s name? Oh she says slowly realizing. Well duh 🙄 mostly kids get braces.

What would’ve been mom’s 90th birthday is just around the corner. This Thursday in fact. Guess I won’t be putting her name on the form. Come on y’all that’s funny. The form part & me at 57 getting braces. But hey if the headaches go away, I’m game.

I’m reminded of the time when I was trying to register Pony for first grade and was told my mom or dad would have to come to the school. And I’m thinking what do his grandparents have to do with registering him for school? She goes on saying it’s nice of me to help our parents out but …

Well we favor each other quite a bit. Like siblings sometimes do. But also because in my Notre Dame T-shirt and running shorts with hair in a ponytail, I looked about 16. To be fair, I was 29 at the time. To be fair, I can no longer pass for younger than I actually am. In fact, I probably look closer to 70 than 60. WTF y’all WTF. I’m joking. Old age is a privilege denied to many. Like my momma. Everyone knows someone who knows someone who is gone too soon.

September is a month of mixed emotions in our family. Birthdays 🥳 for my dearly departed parents. My brother & two sisters also celebrate their special days. Our wedding anniversary is on the 15th. That’s all good but even good can be emotional 🥹 at least for super sensitive Jilly.

Anyway, that’s it for now. Just rambling and musing. Hope you have a good day.

As always more to come.

Tuesday Extra ~ 8/23/22

Ockham’s razor (also spelled Occam’s razor, pronounced AHK-uhmz RAY-zuhr) is the idea that, in trying to understand something, getting unnecessary information out of the way is the fastest way to the truth or to the best explanation.

I thought Occam’s razor meant the simplest of all competing hypotheses was true. Maybe the above definition means the same. Cut the fluff. I’m over here today making stuff up! The opposite of fluff cutting. Oh behave. I need to stop this nonsense. In the immortal words of Styx, I’ve got too much time on my hands.

Last day of my short vacation that I’d previously decided to waste in bed. This rainy day is the best for that kind of thing. But in between all this lounging, I overthink. Ugh 😑

Maybe I can channel this angst into my next short story. I got the dreaded rejection from my last submission but one of the panel members said if I had more poetry samples to send them! Of course now I’m blocked. I couldn’t write another haiku right now if my life depended on it. Oh well pretty sure there’s some trash TV calling my name.

As always more to come.

Faux Anniversary ~ 8/2/22

I didn’t really begin blogging 7 years ago today. Nope, I started in earnest in July of 2016 because my sweetest Lulu was going way to college that August. My plan was to distract myself & boy did I succeed!!

Because WP tracked everything I see my very first attempt from this day 7 years ago. Three very short posts Hello World, Enhancing My Skills, and Books, Music, Movies. Then radio silence until July 3, 2016. I wish I could do ping backs but that’s not working. Oh well, moving along.

As always, more to come.

Friday Free For All ~ 7/29/22

We bought a new refrigerator to be delivered Monday. To prepare, we moved the old one out. We were planning to take it to the place in Rocksprings. Win/win.

That’s when we found out the dang thing had been leaking for who knows how long. You see the ice maker stopped working some time ago. B is usually very handy but he didn’t think he could fix it & didn’t even try. Despite the ice maker being turned off, we never turned off the water line leading to it. Now that everything is out of there, the darn water won’t stop running. A very steady but not terribly fast leak. Now we need a plumber before we can get the refrigerator.

We’ll have to give up the old refrigerator. The back side is completely rusted out. Oy vey! Never a dull moment at Casa de Dub. I freaking give up. But looking on the brightside, at least we have water. Thank goodness it’s FriYay! Alrighty, tat-ta for now.

As always, more to come.