Once again, my bloggery bud Larry of Quest fame has stuck a wierd post into my head with the insertion of a single wierd word.
The word this week is……..*drum roll*…………ADYNATON!
Yesterday was horrible! My blog was down (gee, server-girl forgot to pay the bill) and I discovered I could use my phone (I still don’t know why the puter didn’t work) to access the wp site so i posted a sort of post but not really a post, except it posted so i suppose it was a real post after all. I am still in blogger Hell because I am unsure if this post will post like the last post didn’t post.
If I post about posting does it really count as a post? Or is it simple postal?
I did manage to clean the kitchen until it sparkled…and I got all the mending done..the closets cleared out of stuff I refuse to wear ever again, and vacuumed and dusted to within an 1/8th of an inch of transparency………………but I couldn’t blog.
Now, my brain is in cleaning mode and not posting mode and I have a feeling it shows.
Maybe I should post a post later when the brain actually connects to an active neuron………….or I could just continue to babble until something smart sounding falls out. I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for that to happen though.
I love fall. I really do. The trees changing colors, the nip to the air…even the first frost which sends all of Summer’s biting insects into netherworlds. I love harvesting the apples off the trees in back and I even like making applesauce. I love snuggling under quilts.
What I do not love…is starting the dad-blasted furnace.
Two years ago I was sitting in a diabetes education class as a support person for my dearest friend. She has type 2, insulin-dependent diabetes and I wanted to learn as much as I could about the disease in order to help her.
As the educator was explaining the risk factors associated with diabetes I began listening far more earnestly. Continue reading
I am rarely tentative about following through on any decision made. I generally leap right in …sometimes without thinking through whatever goal I was after.
Yea, I am one of those people who run right in where angels fear to tread.
Like this post. I haven’t a clue where it is going, or even IF it is going…I just started to type away willy-nilly and here is where I have come.
For some reason, I woke up this morning at 5:30 am…if ever I was tentative about anything it was in the wisdom of getting out of bed at that hour and actually doing something. How can anyone be expected to function as a rational human being at 5:30 am? It just isn’t natural.
So instead of acting the rational human that I normally do, I acted the fool instead. I wrestled with Gunnar for an hour. Both of us, under the covers, growling and throwing each other around……..well, he didn’t throw me, I outweigh him by about a bazillion pounds. But, if you have ever wrestled with a small dog you know it FEELS like they are throwing you around.
I briefly came out from under the covers when I realized something else was walking on the bed.
It was Pyewacket, my cat.
His expression was priceless. He actually was sitting there with his eyes rounded and his mouth hanging open. He looked like he was in shock. So, of course, I began to giggle which set off Gunnar again, leaping madly about under the covers…which got Pye to start leaping about after the moving lump under the covers..which set me laughing out loud
I fell out of the bed.
Now, I am realizing that every movement I make today will be tentative…it’s hell getting old.
Obviously, Mr. Daily Prompter has lost it. He gives a word a day for our delectation, provides a lovely place for our words of wondrousness to be examined…thoughtfully contemplated or vigorously argued…then completely forgets to turn on the sucking-in-thingy that allows our posts to attach themselves into the required cyberspace!
“What a MAROON” I hear bloggers cry!
“What a Schlemeil!”…..yes, I am channeling LaVerne of television sitcom fame.
It isn’t at all rational…it is an aberration of bloggery! It is…………well, it can’t be a sting as WP is getting nothing of value from it…although……one could say that we out in bloggery-land that write down all the emissions from heart and soul for your reading pleasure are being stung by ginormous bumbly-bees of stinging pain when we realize our words are all for naught.
I mean, seriously, WP! WTF?? now, will someone please explain what “WTF” means as my granddaughter nearly died laughing at my typing it…….
Has anyone else noticed that nothing rhymes with peculiar?
I actually searched the interweb for words that could rhyme. I don’t know why exactly, but I was thinking of writing a limerick for the daily prompt and I simply can not do it.
It is beyond annoying that I can not do what I wanted to do. It’s peculiar, actually.
These are a few of the suggestions for “almost rhymes”…I don’t like “almost rhymes, they don’t rhyme at all….any way here is what I was given:
interlobular (say what?)
juxtaglomerular (Dear LORD what a word!)
Julian (JULIAN? That isn’t even close!)
Corbusier (now that word is pronounced “cor-bus-ee-a” how does THAT come close?)
Cuellar OK, cuellar goes just a bit too far. Pronounced “Quay YAR”. How in heck does that even come close to peculiar? Has the world gone mad?
I give up. Yes, I know, I know…it is extremely peculiar for me to give up, but that is exactly what I am doing. I figure that there are so many other PRODUCTIVE things I could be doing that mucking about with non-rhymes just doesn’t cut it.
I was wandering through the interweb browsing the assorted local and state “news” channels when I came across this: “Former state Sen. Kyle Loveless misused his campaign funds to go Christmas shopping, travel to Oklahoma-Texas games, pay his divorce attorney and buy a massage”( Nolan Clay) Buy a MASSAGE? Hoo Boy!
I try not to complain, but this “aging” thing I have going is becoming annoying. Oh, I understand that I don’t have the ability to stop it in its tracks, but there are times I sure wish I could do so.
This morning is a prime example of what I mean. Well, frankly, I have to start it out with last night.
After being horrified by the National news it took me seemingly forever to relax enough to be able to sleep. I normally can dop off about 11 every night and sleep through till morning……..with a fricking sleeping pill. But last night, even with the danged pill, I didn’t drop off till after 5 am.
The day’s events just kept floating around in my brain. The hatred that I witnessed from afar was just too much for me to put it aside.
The dehumanization that it took for a young man to simply drive into a crowd, then back up and drive over his victims again before racing off backward and harming even more people, was so shocking to me that I couldn’t absorb it. It floated through my thoughts like a miasma. I tossed and turned seemingly forever.
The older I become the more difficult it is to be comfortable, whether lying down, sitting or standing. This little annoyance my doctor calls “Arthuritis” (it must be a midwestern way of saying the word) never lets me alone for long. Arms and legs aching, joints swelling..it’s beyond annoying and into the realm of maddening.
Then there is the fact that I have to take so many dad-blasted pills every day. One would think my entire diet was encompassed in pills. I can not help but remember a cartoon (the Jetsons) where everyone popped pills to eat instead of having food. Even the dog had a pill in the morning!
I have to take the “One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small”….and of course the ones that do nothing at all. Well, they must do something, but I’m not sure what they do as I never feel anything from them.
OK, enough of whinging.
That’s another thing that annoys me about this aging thing. People whing on and on about their aches and pains…it’s as if we are all trying to outdo each other.
Back to this morning.
I finally woke up somewhere in the neighborhood of tomorrow. (I think it was 9 am actually). I had to take my dad-gummed blood sugar..now, I haven’t gone into the diabetes full steam as of yet…I am a “borderline”…no comments from the psychologists who read this blather. It isn’t a borderline personality. In any event, taking my blood sugar helps me decide what food to eat and what exercise to do and whether I should stick my head in an oven yet.
I checked it and it looks as if today I get to eat cardboard and sawdust instead of food. That’s what a lack of sleep gets me…oh and stress over the insanity taking over my country. So after a breakfast of sawdust and cardboard, I took my pills. One for the heart, two for diabetes, three to keep breathing….it’s a wonder I remember to take these blasted things at all. I have one that counteracts the side effects of another…….how crazy is that? Why not just have a pill with no side effects so I can skip a few?
As soon as I finished the pills, I got to chase cats. They had wandered in through the dog door and decided to bring their breakfast inside. Their breakfast, unfortunately, was still flapping madly around the house with them in hot pursuit. After a bazillion years or so I managed to cage the birds (yes, there was more than one bird in the house) and set them free outside. The cats assisted me in this endeavor. It’s always nice to have helpful pets.
I finally made it over to the computer and logged in…and my fingers are so swelled up and sore that typing is difficult. The one thing I look forward to each and every day is rambling on in the blog and my aged hands are attacking me? This aging thing sucks!