Well, Well, Well

Today's high temperature was:  71 degrees

Today's humidity was:  34%

Cloudy, breaks of occasional sun--I loved it. 

I do not know what was wrong with me, but I woke up this morning at 7:45!!!  Unheard of!  A world event.  Consequently, shortly after 4:00 this afternoon, I kicked back in my chair for a tiny rest, Buddy jumped up on my lap and I woke up at 6:30.  So, now it is almost midnight and I am wide awake.  See how I get in this stupid pattern of staying up half the night and not waking up at a decent hour.  I remembering posting a couple of weeks ago that things were going to change around here. I was going to set my alarm and get up at 8:00 and get around and do things.   Yeah--well--not so much!!

It just makes the day so long, when I get up so early, because I don't really get it into gear until 2:00.  Oh well, and to think for 15 years, I got up at 6:00 to get to work.

So, by 9:45 I was up at Pearl's.  She was playing games on her computer, so I just walked in and walked down the hallway toward her bedroom.  I kept calling her name, but apparently she didn't hear me because when I walked into the room and said something, she jumped and practically fell out of her chair.

"You scared the hell out of me!" she yelled.

"Watch your language, Missy."

"Well, why didn't you call my name or something...geez!"

"I did.  All the way down the hallway."

"You did not!  I didn't hear a thing!"

"Oh...and you're the one who keeps telling me I have a hearing problem?"

So, we griped back and forth for awhile, as we walked back out to the living room.  There is nothing better then a friend that you can yell at and gripe at and be sarcastic with and laugh about it.  My best friend Arlene and I were like that.  I'd say something and she was liable to come back with a, "Why the hell would you say something dumb like that?"  and I'd come back with, "Why the hell do YOU think it's dumb?"  Oh--it was fun.  I think it is like being sisters--although my sister and I rarely talk to each other like that and we never use swear words at each other.

I might say to sister, "Why would you want to do that?" and she would say, "Because I want too."  and then I would say, "Okay."

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So I got back here at 12:30--couldn't believe she and I sat there and talked about everything for two and a half hours!!!  As we were walking out--me to go home, Pearl to get her mail, Dar came out of her house.  

"You ladies going for a walk?"

"Not me, " Pearl says.  "I can't walk very far."

"Well, you never will be able too if you don't." says Dar.

I hear a slight growl behind me from Pearl.

"I was just meandering home," I say.

Then one of the two ladies up the street, that fight for Dar's attention and Dar has said, "they get so jealous of each other.  They just love being with me," drives up and gets out and Dar, in a very loud voice says, "Here's my pal to take me up town.  What would I do without her? God bless her!"

I hear Pearl snort behind me.

Off they drive and Pearl says, "Thank goodness we aren't her pals!"  I laugh and walk on home.

I watched my Soap, ate some salad from the Rich People's Store--so good and then say out loud, "You need to get off your behind and get something done!"

So, I get the vacuum, and the dust cloth, and the bathroom cleaner and away I go.  Started in the bedroom and worked my way up to this room.  Gosh--everything looks so clean and shiny!!

Then I remember that I bought that big jug of Round-Up to spray the dang Rose of Sharon little suckers that have come up through the mulch under them and outside I go.  Now--I thought this big jug had like an automatic sprayer on it, so you didn't have to keep squeezing the sprayer handle and suffer the rest of the day with aching arthritic hands and fingers!!!  Not so!!!  So I griped about that as I went around the big island garden.  But I got it done and we shall see if it kills those cute little leaves in the mulch--there are so many, it looks like I have weeds growing up in my mulch.  I don't like that!!!

Then, I came in and sat down--ah-hh, turned on FOX news and there was coverage of the George Zimmerman trial.  I don't know.  What do you guys think?  Did he kill that kid in self defense?

Then--I fell asleep.
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Yesterday I've was thinking about going to the Senior Center.  I checked on-line to get their hours.  It's only a couple of miles away and maybe--it might be fun?  They do occasionally take day trips to the Casino in Detroit--that might be fun.  But...they leave at 9:30 and return at 6:30.  Who the heck wants to sit in a Casino all day?

Then I thought about--what if there was a man there that wanted to talk to me?  What if he flirted with me?  Hey---I'm not saying that I am some raging beauty that some guy would fall all over, but, let's face it. At our age, if you are alive and breathing, some doo dah is going to seek you out.

If he made an innuendo or flirted, I'd probably throw up on his shoes.  

It would be nice to have a "buddy".  Someone you could talk to about sports, politics, history--whatever, but most men I know, won't let it stay as pals.  Remember that guy I re-met last spring?  We had a great time the first day we spent together.  We yakked and yakked for hours and hours.  He said he wasn't interested in sex--wasn't really able to have sex.  I thought, "well, this will be nice.  We can go to a summer concert, watch baseball on TV, yak and yak and yak.

Then remember, he got all into taking care of me--showed up at the hospital when I had hip surgery and at the rehab center until I had to tell him to leave me alone--I never wanted to see him again!!  Which was pretty harsh and nothing I have ever done before in my life, but................it felt good for once in my life not to just "go along" because the guy wanted to.

As for sex--old guys will tell you that they aren't interested or that they "can't", but somewhere along the way, they begin to believe YOU ARE THE ONE who can cure them and bring them back to youth.  Hey--I am too tired for that--okay.  I don't want to work that hard and besides, my hips would probably hurt, so...........

Pearl says I need to turn Lesbian and get a girlfriend.  I told her, "If I get a Lesbian girlfriend...won't she want sex too?"

Pearl says, "Probably, but it wouldn't be as strenuous, would it?"

"I have no way of knowing Pearl.  I guess I will keep you as my girl friend."

"Okay," says Pearl, "but no touching!!"

"You can count on that!"

The thought of any man wanting to hug or kiss me, causes nausea to rise in my throat.  Not that I would feel like I was betraying Fred--it's just that Fred was so huggable and kissable--anyone else would just make me throw up!!!  

So...I guess I won't venture to the Senior Center just yet.  Maybe this winter?  anyway--I'd have to fill out forms and they would want to know if I were single, divorced or widowed and when I answered, "Yes to all of the above," they'd probably usher me to the door.  They can be a snooty bunch in Brighton and I--with my weird humor and unconventional ways just might not fit in.
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I am soooo glad that Michigan passed a fireworks law last year.  All fireworks were illegal in Michigan.  Then the legislature decided that since soooooo many people were in essence breaking the law, they would pass a law that people could have bigger and noisier fireworks, BUT ONLY THE DAY BEFORE, THE DAY OF AND THE DAY AFTER THE HOLIDAY, AND ALL FIREWORKS WILL END AT OR BEFORE 11:00 AT NIGHT.  Yes--like that is going to work?

So, here we are, a few days out from THE HOLIDAY and at midnight and some idiot down the way, is setting off the Thunder Bombs.  It started Memorial Day weekend and it will continue until Labor Day--then again on Halloween and New Year's Eve.  Then we will have a respite.

There are NO FIREWORKS ALLOWED IN THE PARK, or so all the signs around this park say so.  When I complained last year, the lady in the office said, "Oh no.  There aren't any fireworks in the park.  We have signs that say they are allowed."

I said, "Do you live in the park?"

"No."

"Well, for something to do, why don't you come out Saturday night--oh, around 9:30 and just sit in your car and listen to what goes on in here.  It gets very noisy."

"But, we have the signs."  Sweet young thing--get your head out of your...........ah--the sand!

"Well, apparently your signs aren't working.  Some people just don't want to obey signs."

The Sheriff no longer will respond to an excessive nuisance noise--because THE LAW now says it's all right if people set off fireworks.  Last year I called...I said, "But the shells of the Thunder Bombs are exploding over my house and the remnants are landing on my roof.  What if it starts a fire and my house burns down. Would you respond then?"

"In that case, you'd have to call the fire department and we'd come out and investigate."

Don't you wish we still had telephones you could slam down to disconnect?

Just let me move to a hut in the woods where all humanity is at least three miles away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Damn bunch of Michigan hill billies!!!!