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Where humour is often found in the mundane, where the trivial becomes of utmost importance, where, well...where I Live! Since becoming a Members of the groups below, I will use the daily prompt, as well as, well...sharing the sporadically mundane everyday, that I find carries just a Smidge of humor. ;)  
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| I Often wonder...no, Truly...OFTEN.....why the traits that I have in my profession (organized, diligent, reliable, dependable, adaptable, flexible, problem-solver, takes initiative, and so forth...are so very Incongruent with what my at - home traits reveal ( lackadaisical, slothful, exhausted, it's Whatever-ness, there is Always tomorrow, does it really Need to be done?). Look, I am not referring to a planned veg- out in front of the tv day ( never have those), lounge in your pajama day (Oops...I Am still doing this), but rather...a day, or even a moment in time where I plan to get something useful accomplished. How can I so easily switch from one to the other with nary any effort at all? Take my spring break (this week) as an example, if you will. Now first of all, let's just dispense with the notion of having planned something away from home (a vacation/short trip/fun day activity). None of these were on the agenda. However, I did have plans to write Something each day. Now, to be honest, my 36 hour migraine, spoken of recently assisted me in That downfall. Once I survived that, I found that recovery made me a bit sluggish. I find this as no excuse, as...sluggish or not, were I at work, my performance would not show this. At home, though, with only 2 main items on my spring break agenda...writing and sweeping/mopping the floors...one would think that would be no problem. Wrong ~o, as here I sit, day after day, spending so much time THINKING about what to write, instead of just diving in (like right now...finally letting all of the overthinking go), that I was wasting a multitude of hours each day, awaiting that perfect inspiration. Silly me! As I was being a Wastrel with my writing, I COULD have been attacking my floors with Gusto, as they Certainly Need the attention, what with having a rather large, continually Slobbering dog. Have I, though? Of course not. I tell my husband, each evening when he comes home, that I haven't been feeling quite well yet (slight headache that I am afraid will flare into a migraine if I do something that takes too much effort). I tell him..."I will do it tomorrow." While he is not overly worried about it, I am. I figure that by telling him I will do it the following day, that is my push to get it done...hasn't worked Yet. Hey...now that I have told him AND you...perhaps that will be the precipitant to help me become aggressive in my effort. Back to the lack of harmony that exists between work and home, my only conclusion is that my mind and body Insist that when I am at home, it is time for a Mental and Physical break. Which does absolutely Nothing for the daily exercise that I Should be partaking of, but...that is another topic itself...sigh. |
| Blog City ~ What are you thankful for this week? Sometimes, especially when moments (that may seem to last forever), do not quite produce the results that I so desire, I may become momentarily despondent. I use the term momentarily, as I have learned throughout many trials experiences in my life that in order to find things to be thankful for, I often need to stop grasping for the grand, and come back to the here and now, where lie a multitude of what some may consider trivial things for which to be thankful. And...why not, as most of us live in these so-called moments, where the small blessings in life surround us, if we would only slow down, disengage from the distractions that prevent us so, and allow these things to drift to the surface. All of this is not to say that one should not have ambition. Yes...please...have this in Abundance! Just do not forget that failure often comes before the grand finale. Even when one experiences failure of some sort, the myriad, often unnoticed blessings just might sustain you. Some of the trivial things that I am thankful for are ~ Nice, hot coffee in the morning.  (Who am I kidding...All Day Long!)Finding a parking spot Far from the door ( the Back 40....have to Force myself to get some steps in Somehow.  Missing landmines  at night in my Bare feet...as my elderly (rather Large Pooch) is losing some Potty Control...Yikes! Making it to work and back without running out of gas (but then having to get some the following morning...wee hours...still dark...sigh). When the store delivers Yellow  ...not the green ones that take WEEKS to ripen. Warm socks on a cold day....GROSS...just kidding...Absolutely ABHOR socks! I wear the Barely There pantyhose type that gives the appearance of wearing NONE at all with my converse....Probably Grosses people out! Does Wonders for keeping them at a distance...  When a song comes on the radio on the way to work that keeps me Awake...not puts me to  .Leftovers from my favorite dishes... but husband has had enough...More for Me. The sound of rain and distant thunder when I am inside, nice and cozy with a Book...Nope...just Kidding...causes more Landmines!When I drop my phone 10 times in one day and it has yet to CRACK! Laughing at something Funny Myself! Why Not?! Quiet moments before the pollution (noise/distractions) of the day begin or once everything finally slows down (Me Time) My Loving husband actually washing dishes that he puts in the sink, shortly after a mess he makes for himself...Woo-hoo!! A Nice, Warm day, in which I keep saying I am going to Hog-Tie and give my Beast of a dog a bath, but....Yeah, well... |
| Hmm...don't quite recall, but maybe I was one of those kiddos in grade school that drove my teachers Crazy with my Inability to follow multi-step directions. I like to think that I can, with ease, only to discover that, well, I may simply be putting on a show...for myself...my dog...husband...you get it. Maybe most of us do this. I don't know. All I know is this. I own a cheesy, cheap printer. You know the kind where you have to flip the paper (can't even follow that One-step direction...sigh) then re-insert it so that it will print on the other side. So, for the last couple of years, as long as I have had it, I have just printed one-sided. No Biggie, as I do not print that much from home that would Need to be two-sided, so...this part isn't Really my rant, if that is what this is at all. The true Instigator of my frustration would be no other than acquiring T-Mobile! See, we live deep in the woods where Most internet providers claim to be unable to service, or, at least, give good service. Oh, you would Pay as though you had the greatest service in the world, but...you get the picture. So, for the longest time (it's quite Embarrassing to admit just how long, so I will keep that to myself ), we have just used our mobile hotspot. Recently, as of a couple months ago, T-Mobile suddenly Decided that it could service our area, and tie in our phone service (we were using Straighttalk...but switched to T-Mobile), for a nice, reasonable charge. All sounds rather Peachy, right?! Except for this, and, well, this is no doubt operator error (myself being said operator), as I Cannot seem to follow 3-step directions. My cheesy, but operable printer suddenly became Inoperable, the moment we switched to T-Mobile. I tried a thousand different directions that I googled, most only containing 3-steps, which Assured me that my Issue would be fixed. Lo and Behold...I was completely Unable to comprehend the steps ( I Guess), as my printer Still would not connect. I was sharing my dilemma with my daughter recently, hoping that she knew how to fix the conundrum. Alas, she is as tech-savvy as I am, which means...Not at All. Well, ok, maybe a tad bit more than I, as after she gave it several attempts, she suggested that I purchase a printer to computer USB cable, and wouldn't you know it...problem solved. Of course I shouldn't Have to use a cable, but again...those Laborious 3-steps...WHEW!! |
| Begging for Death! I do not Often have migraines. The few times in my life that I have had them, I remember thinking....'Save me...I am Dying!' Looking back, after having Narrowly survived the last 36 hours of a Ravaging migraine, accompanied by just as many hours of violent vomiting...my previous migraines were nothing but tickles. It all began right after my husband and I were putting together a three person bunk-bed for our three grandkiddos. He was rather cantankerous throughout the whole project, causing me undue stress. I even told him so, in some rather colorful language at one point. I shared with him that he makes the whole project (most Any project), a trying experience, to say the least. After a full day, and Almost completing the project, we decided to take a walk around our property, after tempers had cooled. I had no sooner slipped on my rubber boots, as we had a wee bit of rain, and our property is known for becoming quite Squelchy, when I pulled my eyes up, and realized that I could not see correctly. I was squinting, but there was not a ray of sunshine anywhere to cause this. I felt a little dizzy and nauseous. I half-way joked with my husband that I was probably going to throw up in the yard somewhere. From the brisk pace at which he set off, he either did not take me seriously, or was quickly seeking to distance himself from the possible trajectory. Either way, I weakly called for him to slow down. We made it halfway around the perimeter of our yard, when I picked up the pace as best I could, heading straight for the house...as I did not have much time. I barely struggled out of my boots and made it to the toilet! The moment I was able to come up for air, my head Exploded with pain like I have never felt before. I was crying, pulling at my hair, pushing at my skull...and basically...Begging to die! For the next 36 hours, I could barely take a dozen steps from my bed to the toilet. A few times, I thought I needed to be rushed to the ER, but, well, my phone was not within the parameters of those dozen steps or so, nor could I have used it for help, were it so. That is how Utterly Sick I was. My husband asked me why I didn't call him from work, and I explained the above...once I found my way through that Hell. Footnote ~ My husband feels so Terribly Bad, thinking that the stress he caused me set the Migraine of all Migraines off...and it Nearly killed me! Whether he was the culprit or not, I will just let him believe that he May have been. Maybe this will turn out to be the catalyst to the change in his behavior?! Or...is that a terrible thing to do?? |
| Once upon a time....up until the first half of January 2026...our lives were rather peaceful. We enjoyed the Peace. The slow roll through each day. The order in which we kept everything running...Smoothly. Like puzzle pieces that fit together without a struggle. Everything had its time and place. The only monkey wrench for Chaos was our dog, well, and, er....Myself. But, it was all rather Controlled chaos. Then, our daughter and three young grandchildren, one being only six months old, moved in. Our peace was shattered. No more sleep - filled nights, clean house, quiet mornings and evenings. Alas...no more Writing! In the blink of an eye...everything shifted. Priorities rearranged. Some for better...some worse. We absolutely Love having them here, but struggle mightily with minimizing the clutter and chaos. It is a challenge for us all...in every way possible. But, you know...a little challenge is good for you, right?! Clearly, as it has been a month or so since I have written anything here, it has been difficult, to say the least, to find the time or Energy...or QUIET to sit down and write. My husband is out mowing, and our daughter went to pick up the two older kiddos from a meeting with their dad, then they are making a trip to the store, so I thought this would be a good time to spit out a bit of nothingness. Ok...it's Spit...try not to Slip in it.  |
| And I Forget...every single time! Thanks Covid! I remember, back in the day, when one went to the Doctor when they were "Actually Sick"! Now, well...I have No idea What they go for, because this is how it goes down when I actually share an ailment. But, let me backtrack for just a moment, by sharing that I Rarely, and by rarely, I mean Never go to the doctor when I am sick. Two to Three-ish reasons for this. First, I am usually too sick to drive, go anywhere, leave the bathroom for more than a few feet. Second, when I am off work, sick, I don't want to spend time at the doctor. I would rather wallow in my misery, in bed, until I get through it. Three-ish, I have to go to my doctor every three months for labwork for prescription refills, and so, feel like I already live there. Now, last week, and throughout this last weekend, I was pretty sick. I missed two days of work. I would have little respites where I was sure I was over whatever I had, only for it to coming roaring back! Did I go to the doctor? Of course not! I did finally (I hope) get through most of it as of yesterday evening. Which was a Great thing, because... 8:00 a.m. this morning was my three month labwork/prescription refill appointment...Yay! I slide up to the receptionist's window and begin signing in. She asks for my card for my co-pay, and we quickly get that out of the way. I resume signing in, when she Casually asks if there is anything else that I needed to be seen for. just as Casually, I Begin telling her that I have been pretty sick for a week now, and... Suddenly, she reaches through the window (frightened me a bit), grabs the sign in sheet (says it's good enough), and tells me to please step through the door to my right...right next to the window. I turn back to the waiting room, and make note that there is only one patient sitting in there. I guess whatever they feared I might have could contaminate the whole room, and in the blink of an eye. As I walk through the door, there she stands, ready for me, wearing a mask where she was Not, only three seconds prior. She quickly leads me the opposite way from the rooms, to one at the end of the opposite hall. It is Freezing in there! She even commented on how cold it was. She plucks a mask from thin air, hands it to me and tells me that I do not have to wear it when sitting in there alone, but to Please put it on when a nurse or doctor come in. I looked at her and said, "Ah, so the is the Contamination room, right?!" I was trying to make light of it...make a joke, but she was having none of my humor. She said that it was, as she quickly bowed out, pulling the door tightly shut behind her. I could almost hear the Vacuum seal, if I listened carefully enough. As I slipped the mask over my ears, to dangle from my chin until someone else entered, I began to feel like I was in one of those sci-fi type movies where I was wearing a Biohazard suit, and...Oopsie...where did that Rip come from, scenario! I then realized why the room was so very Cold. They put me in the Freezer, hoping to kill off whatever I was harboring that was, without a Doubt...about to cause...Armageddon! Yikes! About 15 minutes later, a nurse comes in, wearing a mask, swabs my nose, throat, and draws blood. I am left alone for an hour and a half as frostbite begins setting in. The doctor Finally comes in, wearing a mask. She informs me that everything was negative for flu, strep, and Covid, but that my white bloodcell count was low, indicating that I am fighting Something off. Well....didn't they want to run some more tests...make sure I am Absolutely Biohazard-free! Make sure they didn't need to Quarantine me for my very short and excruciatingly Painful life?! I Finally go to check out, with my mask on, and walk through the waiting room, with my mask on, only to make not that the room is now Full. Interesting Fact, though. Not one person was wearing a mask or quickly being ushered into the now vacant contamination room. That's right. None of those people came to the doctor because they were...Sick! It has to be something else. Next time I go to the doctor and they ask me what I am in for, I guess I should say, "I am just here to pick up my groceries!" |
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That has been most of my state of being since last Monday evening when I started feeling a little yuck. I missed Tuesday and Wednesday from work. I slept almost the whole time I was out sick. I ate very little. Everything sounded sounds atrocious! I made it in to work on Thursday and Friday, but just barely. I thought I must be getting better if I was able to go into work. Not so, it seems. Apparently, that was a short reprieve, nothing more. I woke up at 7 something this morning, which is late for me, even for a weekend, so I knew something was off. Then I began feeling the aches and chills that I have experienced all week long. I must have dozed off after snuggling deeper into my blanket to ward of the chills, as I woke again an hour later, not feeling any better. I forced myself out of bed to eat one of those small packets of flavored oatmeal. Then I sat on the couch, took one sip of coffee, and slid inexorably into a prone position underneath the throw blanket, where apparently, I hibernated until 11:30 a.m. Ughh!! I ate a few crackers. Everything else still seems yuck! I heated up my coffee from this morning, that I had only taken a sip from, and am trying to Force myself to stay awake! Because...I tell you....I could slide back down, no problem, and no doubt, sleep for a couple/ few more hours. I am not sure what has its Grip on me, as I have felt too sick to go to the doctor when I was off, as is always the case. Whatever it is...it is holding me under...thrashing and gurgling...not allowing me to come up for air!! I haven't been able to blog much. The last time was Tuesday (brief respite), and it wasn't much. It shouldn't feel all that neglected though, when considering that every facet of my personal life is at this moment. My husband has been fending for himself, as far as dinner. He called a little bit ago to ask how I was. I shared, telling him that I brought some deer sausage in from the freezer. I had planned to make chili. However, I told him that the sink is probably about as far as the sausage was going to make it. He chuckled and said, "What's New? I have been fending for myself all week!" Good thing he is such a Trooper! |
| I did not make it into work today, as I started feeling a wee bit Yuck last night, for it only to deteriorate further by morning. Nothing Atrocious, just... Where do you hurt Everywhere Show me where In between The outside in I cannot help you Unless I know Whatever ails you The space between my eyes The pounding in my brain The achy ~ yucky Everywhere But mainly Here and there What have you tried Well...I cried I want my bed Cannot sleep Try to eat Nothing holds Sounds as if... As if...you have the cold |
| My husband and I had a fire roaring in the fireplace last night, and started it up again this morning. it is still Sputtering now, as I have kept it stoked throughout the day, with a wee little bit of help from my nine year old grandson, who just may have a tendency toward Pyromania...just saying. He has shared that when his dad took him camping several months ago, he was in charge of building/maintaining the fire. Now, that in itself wasn't anything to worry about. The worriesome part was that when I was over at his house, and his mom shared this story, my grandson made a few comments about wanting to go outside, in the yard and start fires. I looked on their kitchen table, and plain as day, there sat one of those really Big bic lighters. I said to my daughter, "Umm...maybe you should put that away somewhere out of his reach!" Daughter, "Why??" Good heavens. Fast forward to this morning. I have the fire going, my grandson (I am discreetly watching him), notices that the fire is burning down. he proceeds to pick up the fire tongs and attempt to grab another log to toss in the fireplace! He can barely lift the log, so I saw a fiery disaster headed our way. Me ~ "Umm....what are you doing?!" Him ~ "Making the fire Bigger!" Me ~ "Let me help you." Daughter ~ "He can do it!!" Me ~ "I think we will practice a little hand~over~ hand!" After I explicitly showed him how, and under very close supervision, he helped me keep the fire going All day. So What, if it was 60 degrees outside! I Fail to see your point. |
| BCoF ~ Write about your favorite Saturday activity. Well, I am one of those people who does not really sleep in on non-work days. Obviously...Not on Workdays Either...that would be utterly Ridiculous, and, er, well...Risky! I don't Always set my alarm on the weekends (only sometimes), but when I do, it is extremely early; pretty much the same time that I wake on for work...4:30 a.m. If I do not get up Very, Very early, I felt like half the day is lost, even If I do not do anything special. What do I do so early?! Drink coffee and read/write before my husband wakes up and demands my attention, as husbands are wont to do. Once he has awakened, usually between 7:00 ~ 7:30, I have More coffee with him When we don't need to run to town for groceries or some such atrocious activity, I like to relax on Saturdays, doing the above. Drinking Lots of coffee, lots of reading, and recently (once more) writing. We usually walk around our acreage a few times a day, which I would enjoy more, were not our yard so torn up at the moment. It is getting better, through our continuous toil, but not quite enjoyable to look at, and not very easily traversed. What else. loving on our dog, walking with our dog. Hanging out with our grandkids on the weekends that they visit. Cooking with my husband. This is the only time that we Really cook, as we both work, and drive an hour or more to get home. We try to make dinners that will last a few nights, then just throw together very basic eats for the rest of the week. Basically just taking it easy...that's the motto that I try to follow on the weekends. BC ~ James A. Murphy says, “It's not that we spend five days looking forward to just two. It's that most people do what they enjoy most on those two days. Imagine living a life where everyday are your Saturdays and Sundays. Make everyday your weekend. Make everyday a play-day…" What day of the week do you accomplish the most? If you're retired do you still plan activities for the weekend? Would you be happy with every day as a play day? I could reiterate the above activities, but that would be sort of totally monotonous! But....if I did not have to work, and everyday was free to do as I chose, I suppose I could fir in more activities. One thing that I would love to demand from this quote/prompt, though, would be that...Every single day would be High Summer!! |
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