I need a computer geek
My browser is screwed up. Therefore this is going to be short.
Between that nonsense and the damned ice and snow, I am not a happy camper.
Day 38…
Day 38, I haven’t killed them yet. The snow is not melting and it has a thick ice covering thus effectively trapping us all. Clear daggers of frozen beauty hanging from the roofs could work as weapons. The evidence would melt away once the deed is done.
Another few reasons why I need a keeper.
I forgot my morning pills again. Finally remembered them two hours later. I’m doing this a lot lately. If not a keeper, I need an alarm to remind me.
I also completely forgot about the load of wash I had sitting in the kitchen at the top of the basement steps. Midnight and that load of wash just went into the washer.
I’d pulled some stuff from the freezer to thaw for dinner and then not once but twice went digging through the freezer for something for dinner. Yeah, I need a keeper.
Is there no end to this winter?
My goodness I really don’t know what we’d do without the woman who clears our walks and driveway. Arlene was here yesterday in the ugliest of weather and cleared the nasty, icy snow away. She’s a real gem.
Two more storms are heading our way. (Sob) I need a beach.
Spring, can you hear us pleading for you to arrive?
Speaking of Spring, I’ll be needing volunteers to help fill in the pond, level the yard, build raised beds, and transplant flowers… *Watching people scatter in the opposite direction. Yeah, I thought not.
Hard to believe it, but even more snow is falling.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Yes, cabin fever. I want to go out, but there’s nowhere I really need to go and people drive like idiots in this weather. I love my van too much to risk it for a get out of the house jaunt.
Couldn’t believe the car I heard go down the street last night. No one should drive that fast on ice and snow.
Oh, now it is snow and sleet. I think it is time for a chocolate martini. Anything to help deal with cabin fever, The Curmudgeon, and two whacked out dogs.
Superbowl? Nope. Books!
Nope, I didn’t watch the football game. I read two books. When I get the chance to read without The Curmudgeon yapping at me I can actually zip through two books in a day.
Getting that opportunity is a rare thing. I take full advantage of it when I do get it.
One large paperback and a heavy-duty hard cover book later, I am a happy camper.
Using Yoga for the Brain
Describe a small memory that involves someone older than you.
She held my hand. We walked down the road at a pace only an old woman and a toddler would understand. As we padded along she would stop from time to time to point out a plant, describe its use and how to remember what it did.
It is the single memory of my father’s mother that I have left. I never knew her well, we seldom saw her in later years. Most times when we visited she was shut in her room too ill to deal with young ones.
Spam day
Why hello there, yes this is my page. I do not control the technical aspects though, so please don’t tell me what is wrong with it.
I speak and read English, if you are typing a response in any other language, please have it translated to English before you post it to my comments if you really want me to read it. Also, if it makes no sense that doesn’t count as English.
Oh, and you bots, run away and leave me alone. Daily I remove you from my spam queue.
Yes people, I spent quite a while sifting through a ton of spam yesterday. If you ended up in my spam queue, you went bye-bye after I tried to make sense of the first dozen or so comments. I then hit ‘delete all’.
Happy year of the horse!
I was born in the year of the horse and here it is again. Does this mean that this might be my year? Wouldn’t that be grand?
Longest month of the year
Goodbye January. Good riddance to you! Never have I been so glad to see a month end.
From here on in the weather should begin to improve. Barring any more polar vortexes. Let us please bar them, ban them, or whatever.
I doubt putting signs at the Canadian border ‘No polar vortexes past this point’ will work. We can only wish, right?
I only ask because…
“What do you want for dinner?” This is a question asked when one is at the end of one’s rope and out of ideas.
“I dunno.” Is the typical answer received.
When I get that answer I begin to cook whatever comes to hand. Some concoctions are almost inedible while some aren’t bad. A few have become favorites.
“Ew, what are you cooking?”
“I dunno. Dinner?”
“What’s in it?”
“You don’t care, remember?”
“Oh.” Long pause. “We could have ordered pizza.”
“Too late now, you’re eating what I’m making.”
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