Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
Well, hey there! Welcome to Roundup, Montana! If it's a nice day, we'll sit a spell on my porch and talk awhile. "All the resources we need are in the mind.” Theodore Roosevelt, our 26th President of the United States of America. I am the Captain of my ship. God is my co-pilot. Often I sail stormy seas, Am flung onto rocky shores. What's on your mind today? |
It finally is snowing in my part of Montana. The western part of the state got lots of snow, good for the ski areas. But we got rain all day yesterday. Now this morning the snow is moving in. This is the first real snow of the season. And pretty late in coming. You know how they send pictures from years ago to you on Facebook? Well, I've been getting some from 5 - 6 years ago. Lots of snow. We are just in a dry spell, it seems. I officially resigned from the Chamber duties the other day. I printed out the responses to the survey for the Christmas event. All the paperwork is in the hands of the clerk. Whew. Glad to be done with that stressor. Then last night I sent the survey results to the event organizer. So the Chamber has the results, the organizer has the results. And they are not all wonderful. Perhaps I mentioned there was one that's a little snarky. Now it's up to the powers that be to deal with that, or not. I saw yesterday that the fireworks stand is up and running. Great. Fireworks tomorrow night for sure. But at least it's only a night, perhaps two to deal with the constant bombing. Not like the 4th of July where it's two weeks of insanity. So I think I will just sit here and look out my window at the snow falling gently. I have nowhere to go, so I don't have to worry about driving. But then I grew up in NE Ohio in the snow belt. It's the other people I worry about. No wind to blow the snow about, just a nice white blanket. Lovely. |
I pray everyone had a good Christmas, if you celebrate that holiday. Let's see, mine was uneventful. We didn't exchange gifts. No big deal. My gift is the too-expensive eye drops coming tomorrow. Yikes. My husband? He didn't get anything from me. He doesn't really need anything. So, there is that. We got one present from my husband's son's family. They send an ornament every year with the children's pictures on it. Fine. But since we don't even put up a tree, it just goes in the decoration box. Someday someone will have to decide what to do with all that stuff. I spent the day doing laundry and cleaning and doing computer work. Then I took a nice walk in the sun. Still no snow here. Weird. My husband went to a friend's house for the day. So I guess the holiday was a non-event for us. Every year, it just gets worse and worse for me. I think next year I'll take a trip South to sun. Perhaps a beach. That might be nice. Eye drops made from my own blood serum - promised tomorrow by FedEx. We'll see. Pun unintended but funny none the less. |
So I did the blood draw as the first step for the eye drops. And indeed - 11 tubes of blood. Now I am a hard stick for any type of blood draw. It usually takes a small needle, a butterfly is what it's called. So, after being poked at least 7 times, and after about an hour, the lady finally got the 11 tubes of blood. Gracious. I remember once, ages ago now, I went somewhere to sell my plasma. This was during a time when things were bad, money was tight, and you could make a few good bucks a few times a month doing the plasma thing. The people took one look at my veins and said, no dice. They could 'get the blood out but not back in' or something to that effect. Darn. Then there was a time when I had surgery but was severely anemic. I had to have a blood transfusion. At least 4 units of blood. My hemoglobin was down around 6 - normal is 13 to 14. I ended up with phlebitis in my arm. Which is an inflammation of the veins, not a fun thing. So the other day I told this young lady doing this blood draw that I did have blood, she did find some, I just don't want to let it go. But she did have some tricks up her sleeve - so if I have to do this all over again in 6 months, I know what to expect. She did give me some feedback from others that have had these drops made, and it was all good. So I'm encouraged by that. The company called me the next day so they did receive my blood. I paid the fee, and should receive the drops next Friday. Not the 48 hours promised, but because of the holiday, not too bad I guess. I pray they work and improve my sight and my eyes. Strange protocol. Ain't science wonderful... |
A week to go - then Christmas. But the most exciting part for me is the yearly march back to more daylight! The holiday times are a non-event. I don't have family or a big celebration any more. I don't even cook or exchange presents anymore. I did get a little something for a friend as she gave me a gift. After 50 some years of nothing from anyone, well, it is over for me. I just hunker down and spend this dark time working my little jobs in town. I write for the paper, I am secretary for the refuse committee. These two jobs give me some spending money, just a bit. And keep my brain engaged. Yesterday I went, again, to the eye doctor. He is very concerned about my eye health. Seems my dry eye problem is serious. Okay, well, we decided on a unique treatment plan. Now I have never heard of this before. I go tomorrow to have my blood drawn. At least 11 vials, per the company doing this. The blood will then be sent to a compounding company that will extract the serum from my blood. They will then make a dry eye formula for me. It will be 60% fluid, preservative free, and 40% my own blood serum. Seems this has success in helping with the dry eye problem. Autologous serum. Huh. Who knew this existed. The other alternative is something using the tissue from harvested placentas. Yep - this is a treatment. Something about taking that tissue, making them into discs that are placed on your eye. Your eye is bandaged for a time. The drawback is the treatment is painful, or can be. And only one eye at a time can be done. Um, sounds creepy to me. So, the price for both are about equal. And pricey. But if they somehow conquer this problem. they are worth it. And the one I chose is not covered by insurance. The placenta one, perhaps. There is a drug, but it costs $28K. Not even considering that. My eye doctor states this is perhaps neurotrophic in nature. So when I looked up this, dry eye can be caused by a traumatic brain injury. I think my brain surgeries can qualify for that definition. Terrific. But ultimately if you don't treat the problem, you can have serious problems with your eyes. And since I don't want to lose my sight, I am jumping on this treatment. So, Merry Christmas to me! Eye drops 4xday made from my own blood. What a strange and unusual gift! |
Well the blasted Christmas stroll is over. The leader of the event was every bit as annoying as I feared she would be. She touts herself as this big marketing genius- yet there was little to no regular exposure of the event beyond some Facebook posts. Our population here in town is leaning toward the elderly, those who are reluctant to fully embrace all the new technologies. Granted, some do. But some are not so quick to go first to Facebook, TikTok, X and all the other mumbo jumbo hocus hocus out there. But the leader of the event does ALL her marketing in that world. Hmm. She spoke down and disparagingly to vendors, promised paper maps (which were never ever produced), held on to monies paid to her for vendor spaces for weeks, and just generally was a burr in the sides of many good hearted people. And, oh, by the way, she is Roundup's Celebrity. WHAT? I never heard of her until she took the reins for this. Ah well. Enough. I am done. Except for an opinion poll I published for the vendors. And boy did that make Miss Celebrity mad. Probably because she didn't do it first. But you know, strike when the iron is hot, as they say. The poll went out the hours after the event finished. And I have some quite enlightening comments. Beyond that annoying piece of my life, all else is quiet. And thank you for that. I did go to a SouthEast Montana Tourism event yesterday. I always enjoy those meetings. It was bittersweet as the director is moving to Minnesota. After 8 years at the helm, she is moving on. Darn. She was a good director. But I am sure we will get a good replacement. The Billings Chamber of Commerce is our sponsor and is already interviewing. But change is hard. Christmas is a hard time for me, and many others. The days are dark, the nights are long. There is no family nearby. I always struggle this time of year. I have been using my sunlight lamp each morning, and taking extra Vitamin D. But still, dark days make for a dark mood. SAD hits me hard. But a few more weeks and all will change with the winter solstice when we start adding sunlight again. |
I just read a story by Margaret Atwood in 'The New Yorker'. It was quite fun, dark but well-written. I would expect no less from her. Here's a link to it: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2011/12/19/stone-mattress It's a short read, and worth the time. |
Heck of a snowstorm they got in NE Ohio the last few days. And I just have to say - DARN! I loved the winter storms when I grew up there. When that Lake Erie isn't frozen, and cold air travels over it, well, you get that lake effect snow. And lots of it. I remember trying to go to sleep - and the plows going up the road outside our house. The road had a slight incline, so it was fun to watch cars trying to get up that little hill. Feet of snow. Fun. Sledding at the neighbor's hill below us. Fun. And of course, a day perhaps out of school. But you went about business as usual most of the time. I remember driving from Jefferson to Ashtabula, 10 miles, one snowy night. To get a record album. Had to have it and by golly, no snow would stop me. Here in Montana no snow. We had a bit the other day. But dry as can be here. I'd love to see that amount of snow in Roundup. The Christmas Stroll I've been whining about is this Saturday. It's supposed to be 50° that day. That's wonderful for people to be out and about. But there are still people that have not paid for their vendor spaces. I've emailed to remind them at least twice. Egads. The person in charge is just annoying me to no end, as I've also whined about. So if those last few vendors don't pay, well, it's all going to fall back on her. She states she is the town 'celebrity'. But I know of no one that even knows her. Hmm. I have a poll about this event to send to every vendor that I've created. I'm going to ask 3 questions: What did you like? What did you dislike? Suggestions for the future? Once that is sent to all vendors, I am done with the entire mess. Unlike the OctoPrep Challenge we have on this site, where all the writers gather and compete, and runs quite well with few hiccups, this Roundup event is running like a gang of unruly children with no boss whatsoever. I'll let everyone know what transpires. It may go well, it may blow up. I do know I'll cover it for the paper. Should be interesting. |
I pray everyone had a good Thanksgiving. Or if not, at least a peaceful day. My day was spent quietly. We didn't go anywhere this year. I thought I sent info to hubby, but turns out I didn't. So we didn't agree on where to go or what to do. So we did nothing. I didn't cook. He didn't cook. I spent time in my office area. He spent time in his office area. I did for a walk, a bit chilly but nice. He took his usual walks. Then at 7 PM, as usual, he retired for the night. Now this goes on all the time. I am left with at least 4 hours before I go to bed. I cannot lie in bed for 4 hours reading with the light on. We tried that. So I spend time alone in my office area puttzing around. I watch videos, I knit, I get on Facebook, I read, I rearrange the upstairs area, I get annoyed by dogs barking next door. Mercy. I have tried to write, but the angst from drama in other parts of my life gets in the way. So starting in December, just a few days away, I will make a concerted effort to write more. Get the angst out. The Christmas event in town will be over, and that currently is driving me bonkers. The event's leader finally brought me some long-overdue payments. She had no idea why people paid her, instead of the Chamber of Commerce. She stated, "I guess am the the town celebrity." Well, I had an urge to blurt out some insult, but kept it inside. She is delusional, to say the least. She is not a celebrity in anyone's mind but her own. We are all celebrities with our families, our friends. But who really is or wants to be a celebrity? Good grief. I did announce at the last Chamber meeting that on December 8, I will consider myself no longer the treasurer. The next day I will go to the bank and take my name off the account. I will drop off all the records with the bank president - who is also a Chamber member. Adios. Black Friday today. I will not be shopping. I have too much stuff. I don't need anything except peace in my life and that is not for sale this year. |
They keep promising snow. They keep predicting some kind of moisture for our dry area. Really, come on. Quit with the promises. The old saying comes to mind. "If wishes were horses, poor men would ride...". Seems that's an old Scottish saying. Or I've also heard. "If wishes were fishes, we'd all swim in riches... or we'd all cast nets." After that big storm in the NW, I thought surely some of that rain and snow would reach us here in this part of Montana. But no, it's going north, it's going south. Other news. The Christmas stroll is scheduled for December 7. Pearl Harbor day. December 7, 1941 is the day Japan attacked Pearl Harbor in Hawaii and propelled the US into WWII. Just in case no one learned that in History class. My correlation between the two events that are 83 years apart? Everyone worked together in the US during WWII. Perhaps not 100%, but there was unity. Here in Roundup there is disunity about this little event. I am the one to get the $$ for the vendor spaces. I still have 8 vendors, out of over 30, that haven't paid. And of those 8, 4 paid the event organizer. The event organizer, for whatever reason, isn't passing those fees, amounting to $100, along to me. I've asked her at least 4 times. Hmm. Plus several people have dropped out as vendors because of the organizer. So as a result, after the event, I am resigning from the Chamber of Commerce as treasurer. This was an ordeal the past few years as well. No more. I have enough stress in my life. This is added pressure, for a volunteer job, I don't need. Also, the event organizer one day posted that I was hosting the event. WHAT? Without my permission, by the way. I quickly emailed her back, NO, I am not a host. I don't want that title. I am just the money person. I will be working at the museum, one of the event locations. And I will be putting vendor fees in the bank. Because, if this whole thing crashes and burns, I don't want to be one of the 'fall guys'. Thanks for the venting space. Because we all need to tell those who listen our problems sometimes. Petty as they may be, they are big in our own minds. I wish it was warmer. I need to sit on my porch swing. |
There is lots of uncertainty right now in the world. We discussed this after our lunch today. My hubby and I talked of theocracy, monarchy, autocrats, dictators, a Republic. Then we morphed into remembering what we knew of Lenin, Stalin, Mussolini, Chairman Mao, Czar Nicholas who was related to Kaiser Wilhelm, even Hitler. Somehow we talked about Rasputin. Remember him? Strange talk. Guess I've been watching too much internet news. All this took place over root beer floats. Such an innocent treat. Then we started to think, how secure is our food supply? We're not preppers in any real sense of the word. We don't have a year's supply of food in the basement. But we do know how to hunt. We do know how to garden. Just the other day we finally harvested this year's potato crop. There's about 25# now in the cold basement storage, along with 10 spaghetti squash. So tonight I decided to distract myself from all this gloom and doom. So I'm watching some favorite old shows while I knit. Project Runway Allstars. Now that is some drama. Sew a ball gown in 8 hours. |