Well, he had an easier time of it I would think. My mind is still moosh right now. Its a terrible place to be in and I wish it on no one. It seems so odd that we are cruising right along and then we’re piled up so unexpectedly. What’s worse is how muddled my thinking is and how simple things put me into a panic for now.
Something must have spilled on the bottom of the oven and the next thing I know there is smoke everywhere and my Nest is telling me the alarm will go off. All of a sudden I couldn’t figure out how to open the windows to air out the house nor did I have a clue what to do next. Someone showed at that moment to check on me and everything was quickly sorted but it took me an 20 minutes to calm down.
So here’s to hoping tomorrow is a better day.
This handsome fellow came to call this morning. I thought he looked rather resplendent in his suit of yellow.
Wow! Another May is checked off the calendar. I guess it didn’t end the way that I’d want it to end; not like anyone would want their May to end this way either. But let’s stay positive and move on to June.
I woke up this morning feeling a lot better. Then I sat up. Yeh. That was different. It’s a frustrating experience for me when you’re so used to being independent and able to do for yourself all of the time. I’m still on a self imposed driving ban for now. It will be interesting to see how I get to the market fairly soon let alone get my grass mowed. I also somehow lost my gold chain and cross that I bought in Kuwait. I hope I can find that back soon. I know I had it on Sunday morning.
I’m looking forward to June. I checked my garden last night and everything look like it was coming along nicely except for my sweet potatoes. I’m a little worried about them. They need some heat; a lotta heat in order to do well. This second half of May has been a bit cool but they are hanging in there. I’ll feel better once the weather goes to a normal June for central Minnesota.
Check this out: Check out my friend Mickey’s WP at https://mickey2travel.wordpress.com/. He does some really good photography and posts some interesting pics on his WP. Give him a follow too while you’re at it. He’s alright for a Navy guy.
That’s how I refer to myself right now. You know about Weebles, right?
“Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.”
I’m just hoping that I don’t fall down and I’m hoping tomorrow is a bit better than today. Someone asked me if I planned to get back to walking real soon. I said “No, the ground in the backyard is a lot softer than concrete.” I don’t think some understand my sense of humor at times.
That’s normal. Ummmm … yeh … normal. It was nothing more than … ummm … a red … oh yeh! … an early Christmas light demonstration. Yeh! That was it!
It’s not like a orb was malfunctioning or the alien overlords were teleporting in to visit with the POTUS. There’s absolutely nothing to see here. Blame Obama and Clinton!
Who’s this Spicer guy? I’d make a better Press Secretary.
Which is not my idea of how to spend a Memorial Day weekend if you really must know. So yeh, I must have really over-did it Sunday morning and ended up paying for it before 10:00 AM. But I did get to have a $3,000 ambulance ride (which I don’t remember) and I was told that they didn’t run reds and sirens either. Now that sucks! If my insurance and I are spending that kinda cashola then I expect the sirens at the very least. I do kinda sort remember one of the EMT’s trying to start an IV and me cussing swearing a blue streak. I guess he backed off of that one. One learns the art of weaving a tapestry of swear words if you live next door to aircraft mechanics.
So at the end of the day ..
- There were a couple CT’s scans that had negative results. They injected this stuff in me that made me warm all over. I guess it explains the warm green glow in the dark now.
- An MRI that had negative results.
- The vampires descended on me in droves and sucked most of my blood out of me. I swear that all I have left is a pint or two and nothing more. They had that fiendish laugh too when I came time to draw more blood. They’re all sadists as far as I’m concerned.
- I met some real cute single nurses (Woo hoo!).
- I had a stress test and the ladies that did it said my results were well above average for someone my age. WTF? “My age“?
So lucky me is off for the rest of this week and I am referred to a Neurologist. Someone must think I have brain damage. Hell, Momma could told them that if she were still alive. Good thing I have like 6 months worth of sick time on the books.
It’s a wonderful Spring morning here in central Minnesota. The sun is up, the sky is blue, the nearest clouds must be over Cheese Land and the temperatures are close to perfect. Well, perfect as far as I’m concerned that is.
I was nominated for the “One Lovely Blog Award” by Prerna. I normally don’t participate in these things even tho I really do appreciate the thought that someone felt I deserved this type of WP award. So all appreciations go to Prerna at https://besondersite.wordpress.com/ . Check out her WP and give her a follow if you aren’t already. I will participate in a part of this wp award.
7 Random Facts About Me
1. I really do hate the cold even tho I live in what Miss C calls “The Frozen Tundra”. It does get bitterly cold here during the winter and it can really drain my spirits.
2. Sunday is usually my day to clean floors and bake bread. I have an added chore with having to prune back the crab apple tree in the front. Its branches are starting to lay and the roof and they need to come off.
3. I really hate dusting. It takes me back to a nightmare called “Basic Military Training” and I’d just as soon forget those days of having nothing to wear but “Fatigue Green“, very little hair and “GI Joe Birth Control glasses“. Yes, I have pictures. No I won’t post them. Trust me. They’re not sexy.
4. I opened a nice Cabernet last night to go with supper. Spaghetti and wine. They’re probably the reasons why I didn’t gain yesterday but I didn’t lose either. Oh well. You only go around once in life, right? Not unless you believe in multiple lives like I do.
5. I really do enjoy listening to smooth jazz music (also referred to as “That other kind of music” by someone).
6. I love tasting new foods and seeing new places on this earth. I’d love to tour India and Nepal some year soon.
7. I hate bees and wasps with a passion. OK, I can handle the bees somewhat as long as I don’t bother them and they don’t bother me. Wasps on the other hand …
The Gleaners (Des glaneuses) is an oil painting by Jean-François Millet completed in 1857. It depicts three peasant women gleaning a field of stray grains of wheat after the harvest. The painting is famous for featuring in a sympathetic way what were then the lowest ranks of rural society; this was received poorly by the French upper classes.
The Gleaners is one of Millet’s best known works. Its imagery of bending peasant women gleaning was paraphrased frequently in works by younger artists such as Pissarro, Renoir, Seurat, and van Gogh. Art historian Robert Rosenblum says Millet’s painting introduced “imposing new presences in the repertory of mid-century art, with endless progeny in city and country. Daumier’s and Degas’s laundresses, and even more so Caillebotte’s floor-scrapers, are almost unthinkable without Millet’s epic hymn to labor.
The Gleaners provides evidence of Millet’s role as a contemporary social critic. His brutal depiction of three hunched, female paupers segregated from the laborers and the abundant crop in the distance demonstrates his attention to, if not necessarily sympathy for, the plight of the poorest members of the community around Barbizon and its larger neighbor, Chailly, as the area experienced the growing pains of French modernization. Only about thirty-five miles from the French capital (whose population doubled between 1831 and 1851), the rich, broad plain bordering the forest of Fontainebleau was among the earliest with a rail link to Paris, readily lending itself to feeding the burgeoning city. Studies tracing the transformation of rural France in the nineteenth century note that little change in peasant life occurred beyond northern France and the Paris basin until the last quarter of the century. Millet’s representation of class strife on a large-scale farm was thus uniquely modern in the 1850s.