Rain and Snow!

I just took two photos.  One is from the back door showing the sleet we are having.  The second is from the front door, and all the rain.

 

 

What goes around, comes around!

 When my kids were little they were forever trying to cut their own hair.  My daughter was probably the worst but even the boys did it.  I had to even it out as best I could.  They always seemed to cut their hair just before school pictures were to be taken.

I just tried to trim my hair which has been getting in my eyes lately, and with every cut I made and stood back to view it, I realized the cut made another part uneven.  I finally stopped and my daughter will have to even it out for me.  Isn't that poetic justice?

Everything I Touch!

I'm sure many of you reading this can relate to my experiences lately.  It seems that everything I try to do or touch is a disaster.

I have two fairly large (flexible) trays that are holding large paper cups in which I've planted tomato seeds.   Every time I try to move the trays, a cup falls over and spills dirt (and seeds) all over the place.  I now have way fewer cups than what I planted yesterday.  I had no trouble last year when performing the same tasks, but it seems I've become "Mrs. Butterfingers" over the past 12 months.  The only way I can look at it is to see the humor in my failing attempts to do something.

My youngest son is on a mini-vacation in Hawaii, and I love getting texts and pictures from him.  I loved it when I was there - such a beautiful and laid back place, with beautiful and laid back people.  I'm glad that he was able to get away and spend some time just enjoying himself.  He is a respiratory therapist at one of the area's main hospitals and treats people, including those with Covid, every day.  I'm sure he's seen more people die than most of us would ever see in a lifetime or two!  When he gets a few days off he heads for the mountains, hiking and camping out.  Nothing can work magic like being in nature. 

I'm having trouble adding a photo - this is probably the worst update from Blogger.  I'll try again.

The shade comes along fairly early, but you can get the idea.  I wish it would have appeared under the paragraph that refers to it.

 

That's it for today.  I've already loaded and lost this photo several times and this is my last try!

Time Flies!

Today is my oldest son, Mike's birthday and he is turning 50!  He told me last week that he thought he was still getting some of my mail that included a packet of reading and membership material from AARP.  Then he realized it was meant for him!

Yesterday was son Steve's birthday.  I find it difficult to keep track of the individual ages, but Jeannie's birthday is between Mike & Steve.  Joe is the youngest.  I'm very proud of all my children.  After going through the rocky teen years, they have all become wonderful adults, great parents to their own children, and still my babies! 

I planted tomato seeds in large paper cups yesterday afternoon.  It was a messy chore and I managed to spill soil all over the deck, but finally it was done.  In moving the trays of cups I let a couple of them fall over, spilling out some of the contents.  So I won't know for a couple of weeks how many plants I will have for all my efforts and bungling!  I'm going to leave the trays on the back deck rather than bring them in and out of the house every day, as I can see myself stumbling and spilling the entire contents all over the floor.  That would be "it" for me as far as gardening goes, now and in the future.  I think my best days and efforts are behind me anyway.

I'm waiting around for a workman who is supposed to come and do some fix-it jobs at my house this morning.  He spent all of yesterday at my niece, Tammy's, place, and told me he would be back to my unit today.  The only thing I'm concerned about is the ceiling fan in the spare room.  Most of the rooms have giant ceiling fan/light fixtures, and when the fan blades are turning I notice a slight wobble of the whole fixture.  Needless to say I don't use the fans at all after realizing they aren't exactly secure.  I wish my landlady would remove all of them and just replace the light fixtures, but that is "practical me" and my opinion.  I never did like ceiling fans because in my experience they all wobble a little bit, and I just don't trust them.  Had I known the guy wouldn't be here as early as I understood he would be (it's already 10:30 and 10:30 is no longer "first thing") I would have walked Rocky.  As it is I probably won't get to it until later on in the day, but at least the daylight is lasting a little bit longer.  My eyesight isn't good enough to walk in the waning light of day.

It is almost difficult to believe that March has rolled around again.  This time last year it was obvious that as no efforts were made to prevent the worst of the pandemic, it was going to become a disaster.  It still isn't over with and I doubt there is anything we can do about it when people won't take the obvious precautions of masking up, maintaining social distancing, staying out of public places, etc.  I'm fully vaccinated now and don't intend to do things much differently than I have for the past year - that is, I will continue to isolate myself as much as possible.

Well, the guy arrived at 1:30 pm, so better late than never!

Old Folks' warnings!

I flagrantly disobeyed one this morning, and I can hear my mother's words very clearly:  "Don't go outside with wet hair, or you'll catch pneumonia and die".

I tried to take Rocky for a walk this morning and he wouldn't listen to a thing I said, so I brought him back in.  I decided to take a shower and wash my hair.  If we don't beat this virus pretty soon and get back to normal, my hair is going to be so long you can call me Rapunzel!

 I felt sorry for Rocky, so I dried my hair for a few minutes and then took him out again, with damp hair.  There is just enough of a chilly breeze that it made me feel cold with my damp hair.  We didn't stay out for very long because he hadn't learned a thing and still wouldn't listen.  I'll try again this afternoon when my hair is dry and hopefully the air is a bit warmer.  It's a beautiful sunny day here, so I shouldn't complain, and who knows what kind of heat summer will bring this year. 

 I think my awful reaction to the 2nd covid vaccine is just about over with.  I can't imagine why I had such a negative reaction, when the first shot didn't bother me at all.

I have seeds ready to plant for 4 varieties of tomatoes plus green and yellow squash.  Those two veggies are all I ever plant, and most of them never make it into the house as I eat them right there in the garden.  I love the squash and give Jeannie most of the tomatoes.   I gave it a lot of thought this year because my heart isn't really in it.  I have had a positive attitude for most of my life, even through adversity.  But this past year of almost complete isolation has done something to me that I can't understand myself, much less explain what it is.  Some of you will know what I am talking about, and those of you who have a partner won't have much of an idea.  I guess a lot depends on which part of the country you live in, but I take this whole thing seriously and am determined to not catch covid.  So I stay in isolation and except for when Jeannie or Steve come by, I don't ever see or talk to another human being most of the time.  It's a sad state of affairs, especially in one's "golden years"!  I have had a wonderful and mostly happy life, and I hate to see the latter part of it come to this disaster.

I finally got Rocky out for a decent walk, but the wind was blowing strongly enough that I was uncomfortable and cut the walk short wonder if I will ever get some of my energy back.  I sure hope I do so I can face all the problems that keep popping up.

 

Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood!

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, as Mr. Rogers' used to sing.  I loved watching his show with my kids when they were little.  What an amazing, gentle, and beautiful man!

 I have my back door open to let the fresh air and sunlight in - no screen, but I haven't seen any flying insects yet.

I walked a few blocks with Rocky this morning just to see if I could do it, and I think I'll be fine as long as I don't try to do too much, too fast.  I'm getting my appetite back and keep searching for some good junk food, which I can't find!  I will probably eat some ice cream  that I hope will satisfy my sweet tooth.

 I think I will soon be back to normal, and appreciate the good wishes and comments. 

Feelings

I am angry about an argument I let myself be drawn into, and am feeling pretty hot about it.  I sometimes wonder if it isn't my time to "go", and it could very well be.  But do I want to cross over?  Where I will be all sunshine and light and happiness?  Hell no, I want to stay right here and be piss & vinegar!  But maybe a little happy now and then!