Sunday Reflections” A Week in Review ~ 1/29/23

I know I over use this phrase but dang where has the time gone? January is almost in the books. I wish things would stand still for just a second before barreling on, day by day.

I learned something new this morning. We dropped off groceries at B’s parents, as they slept. It is just easier because we can put everything up instead of them insisting to leave it only to find things for the fridge out the next day. As we left, we heard the stickiness of the floor on our shoes. I start to tell B something about their housekeeper/nurse/jill of all trades, 65 year old Michelle, that surely she knows how the mop a floor. B tells me that he heard from Kenneth that particular cleaner is used to avoid falls. Who the hell knew? It’s supposed to be sort of tacky. And all this time LuLu & I thought she couldn’t rinse a mop. I kind of thinking it might be a tripping hazard to get stuck but what do I know.

Alrighty, enough of that. Time for roll call. I almost made the entire week with twofers but yesterday, I read my book & watched The price of Glee on TV. Mindless, nothing day. After baking a cherry cobbler that is.

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The Usual Fodder

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

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Thursday Thoughts ~ 1/26/23

I met up with some former coworkers this morning at the mothership. Yep, that’s what we call the home office. I will repeat that until my final day. I love the connotation of being unique … like from Mars, going to the mothership. Not in a drink to kool-aid way. In a we are united in mission & purpose kind of way.

I got six hugs people, count them, six long overdue hugs. Feels good to be around people again. Only 20 minutes, not nearly long enough, still felt like we packed in the important stuff. And I made people laugh. I’ve decided that’s my life’s goal. We need more laughter. I have no filters & at my advanced age, I’ve earned the right to say any fool thing that pops into my brain. Well not exactly. I will behave. Mostly. Sometimes. Rarely. Or when I have to behave.

That’s it for now.

As always, more to come.

Sunday Reflections: A Week in Review ~ 1/22/23

This month has been nice to double up on my writing. Letting out feelings is always good. When I first started blogging in earnest, to combat my empty nest, I posted a lot more. I realized I had to pace myself to avoid burnout & while I still post daily, multiple times a day posting only happens in January & April.

I’m coming undone as I’m coming to terms with things I don’t really like but must accept. Yesterday was one of those really good days though. I was distracted by things I enjoy like baking a completely from scratch pecan pie for B’s 59th birthday coming up tomorrow. Later today we will celebrate because Monday is a typical work day & we’d rather savor the occasion not rush around.

Okay, time once again for roll call. And awaaaaay we go …

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The Usual Fodder

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

Saturday Extra ~ 1/21/23

Apologies to Randy Newman for my earlier snark. Stream got the best of me & I spouted off without thinking. Please don’t bite me. Hehe 🙃. I didn’t realize you had to postpone your tour for major neck surgery. I wish you well.

I’m thinking about lots of stuff. Time feels short & I’m not moving fast enough. But the faster I move, the more obnoxious I get. Rude in a hurry. Though Lulu & B tell me from their perspective, I’m not being mean and it’s other people’s problem. I keep trying to insert myself where I don’t belong. It’s why this meme captures my heart.

I assume they hate me. I have no direct proof of this but actions or in my case their non actions speak louder than words. Silence is deafening. Silence tells me I’m not worthy. I’d rather be told off. At least that tells me I’m someone deserving of a response. Like a child craving attention and doing anything to get it. Well not anything. How many unanswered texts or cards do I need before I catch a clue? Guess it’s forever one more. Maybe next time something? Or I break ties. Not like they’d notice my disappearance.

It could be something going on in their lives that has zero to do with me. Still I feel it must be me. Unloved. Less than.

I’m reminded of that daughter we met in the nursing home. Caring for her elderly mother who obviously favored her sister who wasn’t there. The sister who flakes out & only calls her mom to complain or ask for help for herself. I feel sorry for that mother because she’s missing out on what she has right in front of her face. I feel sorry for me because I’m doing the same.

I’m reading again and finding temporary respite in words. Closing with this quote. “Expect nothing but never lose hope.

As always more to come.

Saturday Extra ~ 1/21/23

Apologies to Randy Newman for my earlier snark. Stream got the best of me & I spouted off without thinking. Please don’t bite me. Hehe 🙃. I didn’t realize you had to postpone your tour for major neck surgery. I wish you well.

I’m thinking about lots of stuff. Time feels short & I’m not moving fast enough. But the faster I move, the more obnoxious I get. Rude in a hurry. Though Lulu & B tell me from their perspective, I’m not being mean and it’s other people’s problem. I keep trying to insert myself where I don’t belong. It’s why this meme captures my heart.

I assume they hate me. I have no direct proof of this but actions or in my case their non actions speak louder than words. Silence is deafening. Silence tells me I’m not worthy. I’d rather be told off. At least that tells me I’m someone deserving of a response. Like a child craving attention and doing anything to get it. Well not anything. How many unanswered texts or cards do I need before I catch a clue? Guess it’s forever one more. Maybe next time something? Or I break ties. Not like they’d notice my disappearance.

It could be something going on in their lives that has zero to do with me. Still I feel it must be me. Unloved. Less than.

I’m reminded of that daughter we met in the nursing home. Caring for her elderly mother who obviously favored her sister who wasn’t there. The sister who flakes out & only calls her mom to complain or ask for help for herself. I feel sorry for that mother because she’s missing out on what she has right in front of her face. I feel sorry for me because I’m doing the same.

I’m reading again and finding temporary respite in words. Closing with this quote. “Expect nothing but never lose hope.

As always more to come.

Thursday Thoughts ~ 1/19/23

I had two pretty good stories percolating in ye ole brain but I lost them. I need to write in the moment or my mind is like a sieve. Good for me that there are always more stories waiting in the wings. If I’m awake, I’m always thinking ’bout something. My life is a soundtrack, story laden, fest of nonsense. Anywho, moving on.

B is finishing up the money pit. A historical home in Olmos Park. Not his money pit mind you but the owners. They got in over their heads & relatives have bailed them out a few times. Not sure what was done to get the moola but they are fully funded again which means B & K are back at the restoration work. Today they got a compliment for the quality of their workmanship. Very niche stuff that not many people can do. He told the owners that coming up they learned from old guys on the job, some of the best like Francis. Then B & K looked at each other and said “damn we’re the old guys now!”

Awww cue music. Tis true. But they’ve earned it, every last bit that this sentiment conjures up. History might not continue much longer if fewer younger folks get into the trade. Ornamental plasterwork is already a dying art.

Okay, talk amongst yourselves.

As always, more to come.

Sunday Reflections: A Week in Review ~ 1/15/23

Quick Roll Call without reflection. First time for everything. Oh wait! The kidlet is finally testing negative & has been symptom free for over a week. Hopefully we will ALL be spared from the Kraken, newest strain.

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The Usual Fodder

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

Thursday Thoughts ~ 1/12/23

I’ve been thinking. You say “duh Jilly, so what else is new?” Ha! Nothing! Absolutely nothing say it again. Do NOT start on me earworm, do not start on me … too late

Let’s move this stream thinking along.

Does your iPhone/iPad make videos for you? Like compilations & name them & set them to music too? Mine does. I didn’t set up this feature but I love it! As a plant lover, I have tons of stills of greenery that I’ve taken over the years. For a while, I belonged to the SA Botanical Gardens. I let my membership lapse but I still visit often. Then every Riverwalk stroll, any special arrangements for the Dub girls, & so on … I collect floral images. When I got this video, I changed the music & texted it trying to spread the beauty. I don’t think my recipients cared as much. Well one did, 25% not like I’m counting. Which moves me to my next thought.

Here’s where I need your input people of bloglandia. If you text someone & they don’t reply, does it mean anything? Like does it mean they hate you? Or something less extreme? You may say “it depends Jilly, on who or what you send”.

My better 1/2 says he has a condition where he must respond to all texts & he must be the last response. He has so many ‘Ok’ texts it’s silly. My sonshine on the other hand says he never responds to texts. He may read them but he’s a talk on the phone person. He’s only 34, older millennial but still millennial which means we can’t stereotype. Well we can but we shouldn’t. Lulu is somewhere in between with the every text does not require a reply philosophy. Just like every email doesn’t need an answer in worklandia. Except for the occasional ‘bite me’ email … Haha.

I guess what I’m wondering is if you got a pretty 1-2 minute video of flowers, set to beautiful carefully chosen music from me, would you text me back? There are no wrong answers, unless of course you hate me. I always jump to that conclusion. But as I learned yesterday, someone’s life is a huge circle & what we know about it is only a dot. Why we should be kind. A thumbs up is kind in case anyone was wondering.

As always, more to come.

Sunday Reflections: A Week in Review ~ 1/8/23

I’m having a crisis of faith & making stuff up but still I power through. My pain is about the same which means still there. I take any small moments of relief I can get. This morning’s grocery run went off without a hitch & dare I say walking was therapeutic & for a brief time, nothing hurt. Another nice release is the extra writing which comes with #JusJoJan. WP has their own version called Bloganuary but I like the prompts from Linda’s followers better. Just sayin’.

Covid finally invaded our bubble with Pony getting the dreaded Rona from a NYE gathering of three. His friend that passed it along got it a work, in retail, he assumes. His friend’s wife has tested negative this whole time. Weird how the virus jumps around. You’d think for sure his wife would’ve caught it too. Guess her immune system was all not me mother fucker. Pony is better, no fever since early Thursday morning. He’ll test again sometime today. His work is making him stay away for 11 full days but if the test is still positive today, the count begins again. Oy vey! Better safe than sorry. Okay now for a roll call.

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The Usual Fodder

  • Sunday 1/1/23 – #SLS
  • Monday 1/2/23 – haiku
  • Tuesday 1/3/23 – Share Your World
  • Wednesday 1/4/23 – nothing extra but my one liner was anything but one line, end of the day releasing of the hounds
  • Thursday 1/5/23 – Thoughts
  • Friday 1/6/23 – Book Club if you look at my widgets, you will see I have one for Goodreads, bottom right side I believe but varies depending on device 🙂
  • Saturday 1/7/23 – I had every intention of getting back here to post something else but instead I was reading

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.