Just another Baby Boomer - retired legal assistant, Nana, lazy gardener, sporadic reader, voracious Pinner and enthusiastic Blogger. I like to post about the important things in my life: retirement, frugal living, a simple lifestyle, reading, gardening, travel, hobbies and much more.
Just call me Rip Van Winkle. I seem to have slept through all these changes to the internet. Thank you Kim at Nutbrown Cottage for telling me about the changes to publishing comments. I didn't know I had to go to blogger to see you made a comment. Duh. Took me a few tries but I figured it out. Thank you Kim. I might have slept through the changes until the hair grew on my chin. Unfortunately, there are a few of those now.
Thank you for the thoughts on my daughter. She is a real trooper and is continuing to gradually improve. She said she would be happy if she can just get back to feeling old! Honey, at 40 you don't even know what old is!!
The Grand Girls are here this weekend. The youngest will be 5 next Friday. I took these pictures today. She is wearing a (pink) wig that my daughter bought when she went to a Pink (the singer) concert. She is such a ham.
Hi friends. Usually, I say life has been so boring I have nothing to write about. This time it is too many crazy things happening at once. Kind of feels like a day when you lost your car keys, then you had a flat and finally got on the road and ran out of gas. Yep, about that unbelievable.
Main happenstance - Memorial Day a truck hit my grown daughter while she was crossing the street. Broke her wrist and she is wearing a cast. Hurt her back and that will be a long slow process of starting with drugs and working up the chain of treatments until they find something that works (besides surgery). Of course, the man didn't have insurance even though he drove a nice big truck.
The dog bit man is still calling us.
And my brain has been a fog for weeks now. I hope it finds it way home!
I just got an email from my Visa card provider offering a way to increase my reward points..... Add another user. Yep. If more people charged to my Visa I could get more reward points. Hahaha. I think NOT.
Texas City is on the other side of town from me. No further away than 6 Points of Separation. In the coming days, I will find out that someone I know has lost a child/grandchild/relative/friend in this latest massacre. I am so so sad that we have not done something to stop this yet.
On to other mad men... The dog bite man called my daughter again about 3 weeks ago. He said he had all of his medical bills together. She said ok, just take them to the apartment manager as she requested. He said ok and hung up. Then he called back. He said don't you want to know how much they are. It is $25,000.00. My daughter again said ok and take them to the apartment manager. She said she blocked his number after that like I told her to do a long time ago. She said she was afraid to tell me because I might go ballistic. I just shook my head. With bills that high he is either definitely lying or someone in the medical center took him to the cleaners. I have not heard from the apartment manager who took a picture and saw his leg. I guess she didn't believe the bills either or ... I don't know what.
Yesterday evening I had to take the Grandson to where his car had died to see if it would start. I am in the middle of this thing between my Grandson and my Son. The dad is trying to make him a man by telling him how to fix his car over the phone and by sending Youtube videos. My ex-husband, the Grandfather of the grandson and father of the son could fix anything. My son learned to fix a lot of things but was nowhere near the genius my ex was. The genes are pretty diluted in the Grandson. He doesn't seem to have the natural knack but at 18, almost 19, it may be years before the genes come to the surface if he does have them. Who knows? Also, keep in mind that my Son lives an hour's drive away in light traffic and has the two grand girls at home - hence the telephone calls.
Anyway, I am trying to let this play out between the two men while lending the support, but certainly, no mechanical knowledge, to the Grandson. Last night was the third time I had followed this routine of taking him to get parts or to get his car - the other two times were more successful than last night.
Long story short I was sitting in my car trying not to cry and be overwhelmed. I just wanted this fixed and done. Put the stupid car in the shop was my answer but, again, I was trying not to interject myself in the solution.
The Grandson had parked his car in the parking lot of a small apartment complex. It was a very shady and green area full of plants and trees to look at. I focused on this as nature always makes me happy. Then I hear the chirp of a red bird. I recognize that distinctive chirp from the frequent red bird visitors to my old house. I looked through the trees and found the lady red bird who is mostly brown and not as pretty but still, it was so nice to see one again. I felt like I had been sent a little message from above that this was something I just needed to relax about and let things unfold. I took a deep breath with relaxing thoughts in mind, and then another chirp. The beautiful red male red bird came flying up and stopped in the tree right in front of me.
Somedays when you are overwhelmed with things you cannot fix, a small blessing comes into your life in an unexpected form and you find comfort. I take my blessings where I find them.
I picked up my new glasses today. The frames don't look a whole lot different from the ones I've been wearing for years but my view of the world through them is different and so much better.
I've been having so much trouble seeing lately and yet I didn't think to get my eyes checked until my endocrinologist nagged me into it.
These were my exact words prior
to my new glasses.
As a diabetic with uncontrolled diabetes I have to be really careful of all the little areas it can affect: eyes, heart, and circulation, to name a few. Diabetes can cause a change in the eye's blood vessels which can lead to bleeding in the back of the eye. You have to monitor this, especially if your diabetes is uncontrolled like mine.
Over the last few years, my eye exams have come back with good results, as far as the diabetic change to the eye and, just as great, no big change in prescription, so no new lenses ...... until now.
Somewhere between my last checkup and this one the vision in my right eye, the better of the two has lessened. So a slight change to the left cataract eye and a large change for the right eye and, Bob's your uncle (I do love those British sayings), I can see soooooo much better through my new prescription.
Eyesight and hearing are the two things I hear friends and relatives of boomers complain about the most. I don't know what the recommended check-up schedule is for Boomers but I know most of us just don't want to bother about eyes and ears even if we know there is a little bit of a problem. Darn our stubborn hides. Not only do we live a life of lesser quality because we can't hear or see as well as we might be able to, we also annoy those who have to put up with our not seeing or hearing.
Even if you are sure (famous last words) that your eyes and ears haven't changed you should get them checked - for the sake of your friends and family if nothing else.
Common folks. If it's been over two years, bite the bullet or, as Nike says, "Just Do It".
I'll be honest. Couldn't afford them and didn't want to be bothered. (Medicare paid for my hearing test (not the hearing aids $$$) and I got a coupon for my eye test and paid $30 so not really so bad but still, I had to put out the effort.)
True, neither glasses nor hearing aids have returned my senses to the strength they knew as a 20-year-old, but they have increased my quality of life and, hahaha, lessened the likelihood of my saying what over and over or asking what the writing on the TV says.
Now I'm delighted with both my hearing aids and new glasses.
There is nothing more important to society (IMHO) than a really good public library. I have written before about our great public library in Houston. I order a few non-fiction books throughout the year but generally, I am a "Book on CD" reader.
I listen to books as I drive back and forth to work, making the drive quite bearable since, like most of you, I really hate sitting in traffic and a good story keeps me from the anxiety of hurry-up-and-wait freeway driving.
I also listen to books before I go to sleep each evening. Some evenings it might be two CDs before I fall asleep but usually, it is something close to a chapter.
I am able to order CDs to be delivered from one of the branch locations to my local library where I make a pick-up run on Saturdays. How do I choose what to read/hear you might ask. Here is another part of the fun.
I subscribe to several newsletters from major publishers. I especially like mystery books so I subscribe to two of those also. When I receive a newsletter like I did this evening from Criminal Element, I peruse the list of recommendations which just happens to be Edgar and Agatha Award winners this time.
Then I open up a tab for the library and as I read the reviews on CE, I switch over to the Library to see if the book, or CD in my case, has been ordered or is in stock. I reserve what is available and I add interesting authors new to me to the Add Author List available to each library subscriber. This way, when a new book is purchased, I receive an email notice from the library and I can try to reserve the CD before too many others do.
So this evening I'm having a great time reading the CE newsletter and book descriptions. Even books that might not be exactly what I would pick out are interesting to know about and, if I hear it discussed by someone else, I'm a little more informed that I would be otherwise.
Yes. I appreciate my library. It is definitely one of the better "free" things in my life.
The funeral for Barbara Bush was held yesterday at St. Martin's Episcopal Church which is near (by Texas standards) my house and in which I have a family interest in. My Dad's funeral was there. The church was packed for my Dad with lots of sweet family and friends. I can only imagine what it was like Friday with all the dignitaries attending. Remembering what it felt like at Dad's funeral, I feel very sorry for the loss the Bush's are enduring.
I liked Barbara Bush -- because she smiled a lot, she didn't dye her hair, she let her wrinkles show in all their glory and she looked smart with an ordinary figure for a woman her age. Those things say a lot about a woman in my book. Also that she was married to the same man and, from all accounts, still in love after 72 years of marriage.
Friday morning going to work I notice that there were Constables at just about every intersection. A major speed trap I thought then. Coming home after work there were twice as many and more in every shopping center or parking area. Really strange. Something going on. Has to be. I was out of the loop with the news and didn't realize her funeral would be on Friday. Turned out that they were busing people from these parking areas to the church because of parking and security.
I texted my daughter and grandson and advised them to go different routes home or they could be stuck in a lot of hold patterns. I don't know how it is where you live but it seems like they block off the whole highway system down here when a President or big-wig is anywhere near. Wish I had seen Obama, Melania (see I'm an equal opportunity kind of person) and some of the rest up close but glad I wasn't stuck behind them in traffic.
Barbara Bush seemed like a nice person. She was the partner of one President and the mother of another. The woman did something right. I wish her pleasant journey into the hereafter.