i miss my couch
04.30.08 (8:44 pm) [edit]three days done and two to go. i get to sort of quit one of my jobs. the one that is hardest on my poor old aging body. after a fall down the stairs and later a fall from the top of some cabinets, my dh decided i might be worth keeping. he's requested that i drop that job. i still have another one caring for an elderly lady and he thinks it won't be so demand as much from me. hope he is right. my aches are in paining me and it seems i have some new ones each day. it takes a tough person to stick it out to get old. i'm not certain i have what it takes. i don't know how most do it. got to admire those in their golden years that are more active than i was in my thirties. my hat, if i actuallly wore one, is off to them. my little tiny grandmother, moma erie, was one of those people. it is a real hope that in time i will get more used to my discomfort. a friend called today to see if i'd like to join the gym so we can "work out" together. work out. just what does that really mean? after i get off work, i go work harder, so i can hurt more. feel the pain, know the gain. yikes. i know, it's spring. time to "get in shape" for summer. it's coming too fast. i don't know if i can get in shape before it's time for fall again. old and slow...and a couch potato. hope i hold it together for the next two days so i can finish out the notice i promised my boss. if i regain some strength over the next week, maybe i'll go check out the gym. then i can be one of those sultry lil'ole grannies in spandex running all those young thangs into the walls as i blow past them finishing my five miles. first i'll have to wrap my body in ace bandages and snag on my super stupendous support hose and or-op cross trainers. o how i miss my couch. it was once my dearest companion. we spent many hours a day together. where did those good days go? why doesn't it sit as well these days? why can't we be all comfy days?
Proper Tools Are Must
04.24.08 (9:57 am) [edit]O what a beautiful morning! O what a beautiful day. Wistfully I hope things will go my way. I'm stuck at work and stealing a minute for a coffee/tblog break. Can't always do that, but today is better than some. At least I don't have to climb atop the cabinet tops today. I'm still ailing from the last fall. Large estate homes are beautiful and so spacious. I used to think I'd love to live in one. I no longer have that desire. Looking at them is fine, but cleaning them is a horse of a different color. No offense to any of you fortunate birds that have one, but please do provide proper tools for your house and grounds keepers. A plastic 2 step stool does not qualify as a professional step ladder. Especially when you have to climb three more feet above that just so you can stand atop the countertops to dust trinkets on the shelving that rises to top of 24ft. ceilings. You still can't reach without taking chances of slipping from your precarious perches. I learned that the hard way and more than once. Back to work. Maybe I'll complain some more later.
Moma Erie's Advice
04.23.08 (6:40 pm) [edit]Lazy again today. I did manage to cook the evening meal. I haven't done that in weeks. Home cooking has been a thing of the past for a year or so. Thankfully, most of the drive thru fast food places are extremely nearby. Clashing time schedules has made family mealtime on bi-weekly Friday nights a discussion of which ff joint has had the least of our business this week. My husband works third shift, my son first, and I work an inbetween 12 hour shift 9p-9a). We're always hungry, but for different meals. DH likes dinner at 6 am., breakfast around noon, lunch about 6pm. He grazes all night at work. DS usually skips breakfast. If he has enough cash on hand he'll grab a bite at the nearest drive thru for lunch and is ravenous by 5pm. I like my breakfast about 11am, lunch about 4pm, and dinner around 9pm. Sleeping is at the top of my list between 1pm and 5pm. The way we work keeps the bills "almost" paid, but it doesn't leave much to be disired in the way of family life. Couldn't help laughing at myself in the kitchen. I couldn't remember where to find things, what seasonings I'd always used, how much butter it takes to make mashed potatoes. I've about been deemed useless by my family. Betty Crocker, I ain't. My grandmother had it right when she said I'd never make a good homemaker. Guess it was a good thing that was never my ambition. I warned my husband about it all before I agreed to marry him. Smart move on my part. He told my Moma once that I was totally honest and lived up to it. That's one thing about me. I do try to keep my word. My Grand-Moma told me that a person was only as good as their word. So I have a few words to live up to this evening by going to take myself a nap before I go to work.
this made me tired
04.22.08 (2:51 pm) [edit]ok. i'm tired of seeing that two year old blog on here so i'm putting on something new. i didn't say it would be of interest or even worth posting...but at least NEW. I can never seem to think of stuff to say except in quick quips or sarcastic dry humor. humor to me anyway. i'm not sure it is humor to anyone else. i've had all sorts of advice and suggestions from Pastor Dave on topics he thinks i could use to write a post. but,i just don't ever feel the "inspiration". like today...pushing the shift key for caps is too much effort so what the heck. no caps. lazy??? oh yes. truthfully i am. i should have been born into royalty so i could have someone to care for my every need or whim. i could have been really good at royalty. my parents always thought so. even when they got the belt and came with threats and action to get me to clean my room. what was the use? it was just trashed again by the next wash load i'd pile on top of the stereo. today i'm way many decades older and those laundry loads are still piled here and there as i sit here pecking at the keyboard to keep from dealing with folding, sorting and putting away stuff that is just going to be dirty again in about 24 -48 hours. i have friends that actually enjoy cleaning their houses. even friends that you could call fanatical about everything in it's place. i sit and wonder how the heck they got to be my friend??? hmmm?? i also wonder about why we are more comfortable when we spend our goof off time at my house??? my clutter and the need to move stuff from this chair to that chair so they can sit must have some sort of appeal for them. oh well. maybe i'll clean tomorrow. or not.