My Heart Hurts!

A friend's blog that I read everyday-------well, wait a minute.  How can I call her a friend when I have never met her?  Isn't this blogosphere strange?  We start reading a blog and before long, we feel so involved in that person's life.  We have learned their habits, the things they like to do.  Their husband's and children's name--even grand kids names sometimes.  We see pictures of their gardens, and homes and children and grandchildren and their pets.  We see what they are reading and--I go with their critique of a book and order it for myself.  We see their poems--some they have written themselves.

Such is this "friend" of mine.  She writes beautiful poetry.  She has beautiful gardens.  She met her second husband later in life--and I know how sweet that is--to find live in our later years.  He, in turn, designed and planted a beautiful garden at their local church.

I have been reading that her son is very ill.  Severely ill.  Then he seemed to be doing better.  When she went to spend Mother's Day with him she found out that he is not going to get better.  The doctor came in and gave them the news.  Through her pain, all she can think of is how happy she was that she was there with him when he heard the news.

We have all been praying for him--and her--and the family.  Calling on God to bring a miracle.  It seems so unfair.  It may not be in "the plan" for a miracle, but I know, that I know, that I KNOW--God will be there with them all and the next few months--there will come as much happiness as can be packed into this kind of situation.

I just feel so badly--I cried when I read her latest post.  We can all relate to how she feels--if we are mother's are if we are aunties--I remember when my nephew died--it felt like one of my own children.

So--I ask you to pray for this friend.  She is such a lovely person.  Never a caustic word on any of her posts about anyone.  She is so precious and has been so encouraging to me over the last few years.

I won't post her blog address to protect her privacy.  Just please pray for the family.  Thank you.

IMHO

Mother's Day was lovely for me.  My son called in the evening.  He had my old phone number and was worried when he got the message that number was disconnected.  So he told his girlfriend and she said, "Your Mom has had a new number for a year.  If you called her more often, you'd know that!"  So she called me and handed the phone to him.  He was flat on his back with back problems--he wrenched it mowing the lawn.  He has been in severe pain for the last four years, after injuring his back at work.  He has been to many specialists, three back surgeons.  All have told him there is nothing they can do.  How do you reconcile living in that kind of pain for the rest of your life when you are only 55?

It was a nice day.  Did I miss the fact that my youngest and my four little grandchildren weren't with me?  Of course I did.  Did I ponder on that fact and let it ruin my day?  I did not!!!  I enjoyed the time I had with the kids I had around me.  It was wonderful!!
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Watched Survivor last night--I still think it is the best reality show on TV.  I am glad Cochran won--I liked him a lot.

When I went to bed last night, it was 32 degrees outside and expected to get into the 20's.  80 is the predicted temperature by Wednesday.  I brought my plants in to sleep in the house.
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So what do you think of Charles Ramsey?  He's the guy who helped the women get out of that house in Cleveland.  They are calling him a hero.  We so love to attach that term "hero" to anyone.  Amanda Barry is the real hero in my opinion.  She's the one who got out of the house, yelled for help, and saved the other two women and her daughter.  Charles just happened to be eating his McDonald's lunch and heard her yelling and screaming and went to investigate what the ruckus was all about.  Yes--he got involved, which is a rare thing these days and I think he should get free McDonald's for life, but a hero?  I don't know.

There is a fire fighter near Detroit.  A store was on fire.  There was no one inside at the time.  He and a few others went inside to knock down the fire.  The roof started to collapse and they all ran out--he didn't make it.  They are calling him a hero.  Who's life was he trying to save?  No ones.  He is a fire fighter who had an accident and died from it.    Yes--he should be mourned and have the fire fighters honor guard at his funeral and his wife and baby should get tons and tons of insurance money, but................. 

I guess, to me, a hero is someone who saves another's life.  Who goes above and beyond, to save a life.  I am too critical I guess.

How about that Jody Arias--what a nut job.  She could get the death penalty.  I do not believe in the death penalty, but, now she is saying she wants it because staying in confinement for the rest of her life would be worse then death.  She, of course, by those words is trying once again to manipulate, but if she wants to be lethally injected, then I say, go for it.  Personally, I think life in prison would be much harder on a person then dying.  Do you know, it costs more tax payers money if a person is on death tow?  We pay for ALL their appeals--it can go on for ten years.  

How about Dr. Gosnell?  The abortionist.  He killed at least seven babies who were alive at birth and one woman, that we know of.  One of his methods for abortion was to implant a tube with razors along the edges, into the woman's womb.  Then, after it was implanted, he activated it, the razors came out and cut the fetus into tiny pieces which were expelled.  A doctor?  Doctor's take an oath to "do no harm" and to save lives--he is NOT a doctor.  Should he get the death penalty?  Jody only killed one person,  this guy has killed many.  

And then there's the whole Benghazi mess.  I should not give my opinion on that I suppose.  Seven hours those people called for help--for jet fighters, that I now hear were close enough to get there and lay down some fire power.  Seven hours, while someone somewhere gave the "stand down" order.  Seven hours, those people at the Consulate begged and pleaded for help.  Then, our Secretary of State went to the families, looked them in the eye and told them, "it was a spontaneous demonstration because of an anti-Islamic video."  and she sent poor Susan Rice out on the Sunday talk shows to repeat the same lie.  and their boss went on Letterman to say the same and then off to Vegas where he partied with the Hollywood Stars.

Where are Bernstein and Woodward when you need them?  Remember Watergate?  No one was killed then.  They investigated the cover-up and found out the truth and Nixon was ousted!  

Remember the whole Iran Contra Fund thingie--they grilled President Reagan and Oliver North about that and it was all televised for the world to see.

Remember the bashing when President Bush landed on the aircraft carrier and stated "Mission accomplished"--they were all ready to ridicule him and accuse him of mass murder in Iraq because there were no weapons of mass destruction--even though his State Department said there was.  

So even if, the White House didn't know the "real" truth--which I doubt--are they going to get off Scot free? Think about it--Benghazi happened two short months before the 2012 election.  Obama was going around campaigning about how they took out Osama Ben Laden--we had pictures from the Situation Room, showing them with concern on their faces, our Secretary of State gasping, hand to mouth.  Where are all the pictures of them sitting in the Situation Room and watching seven hours of the Benghazi attack?  Wouldn't look good?  Might cause someone to lose the election?  Probably and you know who, will run for President in 2016 and life will go on.  

He says, "Benghazi was a long time ago,"  yeah--eight months ago.

She shrieks, "What does it matter?"  I guess it doesn't--only to the families of the four that died.

This is only my opinion.  It is nothing against my Democratic friends.  As one of them said to me on the phone the other day, "I thought he was going to be the best President we have ever had.  I was so excited when he was elected.  Now...I'm ashamed that I voted for him.  I feel like he has betrayed us."  

I had those same feelings back in 1972.  I voted for Mr. Nixon twice--I supported him--thought they must be lying about him--and, in the end--was ashamed that he had betrayed our country. 

So--a lot of news about Cleveland and Jody Arias.  None about Gosnell, and very little about Benghazi.  Such is the way of our society now.  NO ONE wants to step up and admit they may have done anything wrong.  I would have so much more respect for a President that admitted, "I was wrong", or "We didn't know the whole truth," or "I will get to the bottom of this and the truth will come out."

Transparency?  Fair reporting?  Yeah--right!   It took me years to realize that the press is Liberal in their reporting--open to all gaffes that Republicans make, closed to the same from Democrats.  Now--that doesn't mean I am a FOX news watcher either because...they can be the same.

Off my soap box.

Enjoy your day.  I may or may not be posting.  I have some issues I am trying to work out in life right now.  I may have to write it down to get it out of my head--if I do, the whole ugliness will probably go on here.  I will warn you, if that happens, so you don't have to read it.

Happy Mother's Day

This high today-46 degrees.  

Frost/freeze expected tonight.

No words needed to describe my happy feelings today.  My oldest daughter Pammie on my right, and daughter Karen (and her kids) on my left.  Surrounded by love today.

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Our Mother passed away when she was 53, from something--they never found out what.  There was a huge hole left in my heart from that day on and changed my whole life.  Susan and I often talk about how different our life and families would be if Mother had lived.  For one thing, there would have been no step-mother and all the trouble she brought to our family.  Our family would be so much closer and happier.

Mother was always smiling, singing, laughing, happy, happy--she never gossiped about anyone and was always helping someone.  She was very artistic and ahead of her time when it came to her painting, her crafting, her sewing, her decorating.  It has been a lonely 43 years since she's been gone. 

Mother and me--1944

1968

1969--Mother and Daddy

 A few months before she died.

I love you Mother--Happy Mother's Day--it won't be long now and we will see each other again.  

Saturday--The Day Before Mother's Day

The high today was 62 degrees

Had to turn the furnace back on yesterday evening--it was 38 degrees outside when I went to bed.  When I woke up this morning, it was 41.

Buddy enjoying the newly cleaned couch.

This cat is as big as some dogs!!!

Got my annuals out on the porch, still in their flats--they are "hardening off"--and I will plant them probably next Wednesday or Friday--I don't know.  Waiting for any chance of a late frost to pass and the temps to rise a bit.  They cost me $100.00 and I can't afford a crop failure.  I was looking in my "garden file folder" and this is the least I have spent.  Of course, I haven't bought anything in the last three years, so--I guess I have saved money?  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Here they are for the night--snuggled under an old mattress pad.

Apparently squirrels like grape jelly--who knew?  One jumped onto my Baltimore Oriole feeder last evening and when I went out to cover the plants, I found the whole thing laying on the ground.  I put it up on the porch and this morning--the grape jelly is gone.  The saucer licked clean.  I guess I need to sprinkle a bit of squirrel repellent that I use in my bird feed on the jelly?  I guess he doesn't like oranges.

I feels so good to walk across my living room in bare feet.  The carpet feels nice and soft, nice all crunchy like it did before the cleaning.  I wish I could afford to get new carpet.  Then the question arises, where would I put all my furniture to put down new carpet?  Would I have to haul it all out into the driveway?  I guess, I would empty one room, they would lay the carpet, then I would put the furniture back in that room and haul it out of the next room into that one and on and on?  Well--that's not going to happen is it?  So--onward we go.

Now these next pictures are stupid, but I wanted you to see that I FINALLY found a pair of jeans that fit my skinny behind, thighs and legs.  They are size 12's.  I haven't worn a 12 since I was---12?  Anyway, try and see the way they fit and ignore anything else going on in the pix.

Well--you can't tell in this pix, can you.

(One should wash their bathroom mirror)

See--no pooching out on the side, like clown pants.

Don't even ask how I got my leg up on the vanity.  See how nice they

fit in the thigh and leg?  My word--that leg is skinny!!!

I look like an apple with skinny "cinnamon" sticks for arms and legs.

These pix might give you an insight to why I have been called "Chicken Legs" all my life?  Try not to notice the big shirt I have on--it is thermal and I am wearing it today because....it is cold!

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I had a visitor to the bird feeder today--no, not a Baltimore Oriole, but Mr. Red Breasted Grosbeak.  I have seen him before, but only this time, got a picture of him.

I gotta quit taking pictures through my screen!!

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Pammie--my oldest daughter--my sweet child that I used to call "Sunshine" when she was little because she was always happy--always smiling.  Pammie with the new toothies and smile.  The one who lives on the farm where I use too.  Pammie--as I look at her life, it is just like mine was, at a time--twenty years ago.  She is exactly 20 years younger then me and our lives seem to be alike--which makes me sad because 20 years ago, I was in a real mess.  Pammie too, has been in a mess for the last 15 years or so. She had a man living with her--one she had known in high school.  They re-met a couple years after her divorce.  None of us in the family ever liked him all that well--even though I had known him as a kid.

Over the years, it has gotten progressively worse and for the last three years, practically intolerable for Pammie.  The man got custody of his grandson about three years ago and Pammie has been a lot of help in bringing up this little boy--he is now very well mannered.  The man is one of those kinds that picks up "junk"--old cars, trucks--he is going to fix them and sell them.  Of course, he never does.  They sit around the field and yards of that beautiful farm and, excuse the expression--the place looks like white trash lives there--hillbillies--cars and trucks up on cement blocks, old tires piled up along the edge of the garage, a boat, a motor home--all sitting there rusting out.  

He smokes--a lot.  Pammie asked him in March to smoke outside.  The reason being, he has neuropathy in his hands and he drops the lit cigarettes on the carpeting.  She works for youngest daughter Jennifer, and stays the night down at Jen's for most of the week.  

I have been praying that Pammie would find the strength to ask him to leave.  I know, she cares for the grandson and the grandson would have to leave too, but................I have been asking God to please find a way to fix things so that Pammie can once again, enjoy her life and her home.

Pammie just called and asked if she could pick me up tomorrow after church--we are going into Brighton to meet Karen, her son Stephen (who just finished his first year at MSU) and daughter Madeleine (the ballet dancer.) for lunch.  Pammie--who wanted my heavy bedspread that I washed the other day.

Pammie said, "I have something to tell you before you hear it from someone else.  I have asked "G" to leave. He has been approved for a home loan at the bank and he is looking for a place for him and "D" to live in.  I just couldn't take it anymore, Momma!"

I said to her, "You have just given me the best Mother's Day gift ever!"

"I know you were worried about me.  I know the whole family was worried about me.  I'm going to be all right, Momma.  It just got to be constant fighting and yelling.  It wasn't good for the little boy, for "G" and for me.  I am just so anxious to be happy again and living a good life with nobody yelling at me and tearing down my self esteem all the time."  Then she laughed and I could hear the relief in her voice.

Yes--it is going to be difficult for her to maintain everything on her own--financially.  But she does own the farm, she rents the fields and gets revenue from that for her property taxes.  She has been making it on her own for the last few years--when she wasn't giving money to him to help him.

Pammie doesn't fall far from the Mother Tree--she and I both have the problem of thinking we can help people (men) and end up getting used and losing our money in the process.

Of course, she has sworn off ALL MEN--she said a few words I won't repeat here about men--and I couldn't agree with her more, LOL.  I told her not to give up entirely because someday, she just might meet a Fred!!!

I hung up the phone and just wept--then shouted--then laughed--then called Pearl and told her!  We talk about our daughter's and their problems all the time, so she is well acquainted with Pam's problem life.

She yelled, "YAHOO!  Praise God!"

I wish Fred knew--he and Pam had a special relationship and he would be so very, very happy right now!!!

I am one happy Momma!!!

Wet-Humid-Cold-Gray, but It's Friday!!

52 Degrees today

The carpet cleaning guy was supposed to come at 10:00.  I had everything ready last night, but just had to vacuum the bathroom.  I was going potty, when the door bell rang at 9:00.  There was his little smiling face and there I was in my pink cotton nightshirt.

"Hi, I'm Darryl.  I'm here to clean your carpet."  Sunshine radiating from his big smile.

"At ten.  My appointment is at ten."  Bed hair rising from my head, crossed arms to conceal boobs under night shirt.

"Oh...do you want me to come back at ten?"

"Nah.  Unload your truck and I will run and get dressed."

So, in he came all smiles and out I came all dressed.  Vacuumed the bathroom while he was measuring the areas to be cleaned.  The living room which is 18 x 16, the bathroom, which is 8 x 6, four feet into the bedroom and den and the huge, long couch= $124.30.

"Sounds good!"  I say.  The last time I got it cleaned with Stanley Steemer, it cost $120.00 three years ago and all they did was the living room and bath.

So I came in the den/computer room/catch-all room and played games on Face Book while he got to work.  The cats were traumatized and hid--somewhere I don't know where.  They didn't come out for an hour after he left.

Exactly one hour later he was done.  He even did that small area behind the toilet--Stanley Steemer said they didn't have a tool that would fit back there.  AND he got a stain out of the bathroom carpet that has been there for eons--Stanley Steemer said they couldn't get it out.

A local company--I prefer to do business with locals when I can--he had me go around and inspect all of it.  I am very pleased.  Two to four hours for it to dry--but with it so humid and wet outside, it may take longer.  I don't care!!!  Lately, the carpet has felt "crunchy" under my bare feet when I walked across it.  Crunchy from all the embedded dirt I suppose.

I took down the shower curtain, liner and towels and rugs in the bathroom and threw them in the washer.  Might as well make it ALL clean and pretty.  And, I have to mop the kitchen floor.  You know how it is, they get water on the floor when they move their hoses around.

Look at this picture.  I found this old bottle, up on a shelf in the horse barn out on The Farm.  I have a bunch of old bottles, cobalt blue bottles and old wooden boxes in this house--from The Farm.

The last time I washed it, the cork would not come out of the bottle and broke off.  RATZ!!!  Last night I had an idea.  I put a needle in the top of the cork, placed the top part of the cork on the bottom which was stuck in the bottle and pounded the needle down in.  Secured the top part to the bottom part and--good as new.  I love when I get an idea that works.

Not a very good picture--that streak is because it was sitting on a cushion.

Another invention of mine--a feeder for Baltimore Orioles--doesn't appear to be working!  I have also not seen any hummers as yet.  I think it is still too cold for them to appear--although, I can hear the Orioles song in the woods across the street.  Why won't they come over for lunch?  I have everything they could want.  Grape jelly and oranges!!

So glad I didn't plant my annuals.  They are on porch with a nice, soft old mattress pad drape over two lawn chairs, with geranium, tomato, rosea vinca and assorted vines are nestled against the predicted frost.  We are in for a cold weekend.  Any thought of having Mother's Day brunch, al fresco, are put to rest.  We will be wearing our winter coat to church and then dining INSIDE.

Got my living room all put back together with no injury to back or hips.  Have the furnace turned back on and it smells and feels warm, snuggy and clean in here.  

I am exhausted!  I think I will pop in a video--as Friday TV viewing leaves a lot to be desired--and watch and cross stitch a bit.

Hoping your Mother's Day will be warm and sunny, with children present.

Terrific Thursday

80 Degrees today

I don't think I ever showed you this.  My gal pals gave it to me when Fred died.  It represents his dog Tootz and it will go on the corner of Fred's grave stone--which is flat, so this will work well.  It is an angel dog and I love it.  It has been residing in the living room, just inside the door, where Fred's shoes stayed for months.

I got up this morning and headed for the laundromat--groan!  Last year when I had to wash my big, heavy bedspread, I went to the laundromat in Howell--the town 3 miles west of me.  I posted then about the nice older lady I met and how she encouraged me.  The rest of the laundromat was small, dirty and filled with a lot of weird people.  I figured, since Brighton, the town 3 miles east of my is inhabited by rich, snobby people, their laundromat might be a tad nicer?  I was not disappointed!

The place is large, with lots of sunlight, tons of machines and CLEAN!!!  I loaded that thing in the big washer and sat and watched it roll around--17 quarters was the price.  Then I threw it into the big dryer and watched it roll around--6 quarters.  I walked outside while some of this activity was going on.  It is right next to a nice walk-way that goes around the millpond in town.  If there hadn't been so many geese, I might have walked, but every time I went near the walkway, they started over toward me and geese can get pissed at you if you don't have food or if you make a sudden movement.

After the spread was dry, I had a nice long, big clean table to fold that big thing on.  I went and found the manager and told her that I appreciated how nice and clean she is keeping the place.  About the only thing I noticed while I was in there, people watching--two old guys--they both had New Balance shoes on--YAY!  Two younger guys--their jeans pulled up around their waists where they belong, and one young pregnant woman who loaded ALL her clothes in one of the big washers, stuffed them in there nice and tight.  I don't think they had room to wash. Apparently her momma never told her the first step in doing laundry--separate your colors.  Her whites went in with her blacks, reds, purples.  Tsk, tsk.

I have hated this bedspread since the day I bought it--at Fred's request.  It is heavy--too heavy for me.  I like a Mattlaisse spread, with a light weight thermal blanket under for winter.  Pammie loves this bedspread, so guess what--she's getting it.  She wants a heavy spread.  I got my old Mattlaisse spread out of the cupboard and put it on and slept like a lamb last night--no heavy thing laying on me and making me tired.

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Now--a gripe.  This is the view I have outside my front window, when I am sitting at my computer.

I can almost pretend I am living out in the country--it is very quiet. 

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This is the view when I look out my living room window,

and kitchen window.  It annoys me.

This is what I see through my bathroom window

and

my bedroom window.

There is just too much stuff!!

This unit sits between Pearl and I.  We try to ignore the resident!  Note--the large wood pile over by her porch--it is against park regulations to have wood or anything flammable stored by your unit.  It is suppose to be in your storage shed.  Plus, she has more "whatever's" in her yard--you are only seeing about half.  It looks the same on Pearl's side, except she has many wooden planters--that are rotting out and full of weeds.  This is AFTER she spent hours, cleaning up her space.  Before, there was a bunch of wooden tables piled up on top of her wood pile, a broken rocking chair on top of that, several chairs stacked to the side and other junk all along this side of her unit. She wonders why she has a problem with mice and other rodents getting under her unit and tearing out the insulation.  Get rid of the wood pile!

She was married, when she moved in, to a very nice young man who kept the place immaculate.  She threw him out after a couple of years and now has a guy living there that performs magic tricks for a living.  You never see him outside doing a thing.

But wait--that isn't the bad stuff.  She is loud--she is always angry--and she has a few links missing in her chain of thought.  She gets home, sometimes, at midnight, when apparently she deems it is time to dump things in her garbage pail--which sits on the porch and is another infraction of the park rules.  She bangs the cover, throws that garbage pail around and in essence, wakes me up.  Sometimes, she gets on her cell phone, which she has with her constantly, and either stands on her porch or walks around the yard and talks--very, very loud--and laughs--somewhat the sound of a mule.  This all at midnight or after.  She is always arguing with someone on the other end of the phone--so at times, she gets very abusive in her language and gets even louder.  She paces a lot--either around her yard or out in the street.  

She "thinks" she has a lot of problems--someone is always messing up her life.  She likes to fight with posts on FB. Back and forth with the person she is angry with--let's let the whole world know you are an idiot, shall we?

She went to medical tech school a few years ago--paid by her husband--and had two jobs in that field.  Fired from both.  Then she worked in two different nursing homes--fired by both--because at the first home, she got too "close" with one of the older residents and at the other one, she "forgot" to give out the night time meds because she was playing Angry Birds on her phone.  Then she went to work at a home for mentally challenged men.  Got fired from there when she took one of the guys out to Wal-Mart and neglected to tell anyone they were going.  That place actually had to call the police because they thought the young man had run away from the home.  Then she worked at a fast food restaurant for three months until she got fired because she was giving out free food to her son and friends of his.  (Her son was born when she was much younger and raised by her parents.)  Now she works on assembly line at a small manufacturing place--should be able to handle that I think?

As for some of her FB posts--I remember one post in particular that really floored me.  She said something to the effect--"I need help with my car.  It needs repairs and I don't have the money.  I have asked God to help me.  He is the only one who can help my ass and he better damn well get moving!"  Pray and curse in the same sentence.  Hm-mm.

She can't afford car repairs, but she is always coming home with animals.  She has a bearded lizard, an aquarium full of frogs from the Amazon, a guinea pig, and 3 canaries.  One day I heard her crying--really loudly--it sounded like she was right under my kitchen window--and she was.  She was digging a hole in the yard and sobbing.  I called out the window, "Tami, what's wrong?"  "Goldie just died and I am burying him.  He was the sweetest bird ever!"  and she buried him and then put an angel figurine on the grave--which of course her hubby had to move every time he mowed.  

Fred disliked her to the nth degree.  I have seen him be already to leave and then peek out the living room window and say, "Tami's out in the yard.  I gotta wait until she goes inside or she will engage me in conversation and she is just...weird."  The day Fred died, she came over here boo hooing and pacing up and down in my living room.  "I just don't know what I'm going to do.  Fred was my best friend!"  Then she looked at me, sitting calmly in my chair, "What are you going to do?  How can you be so calm?  I'd be laying on the floor and screaming!"  I replied quietly, "Yes you would, Tami....and would that help anything?  Would that change anything?"  Pearl was here at the time and told her to leave.  "Carrying on like you are isn't helping Judy any either!"

Actually, she and Dar react to things much in the same way--they lose their minds!  They rant and they rave and they get all jumpy and jerky in their movements--and the more upset they get, the louder they get, but--THEY HATE EACH OTHER.  

Tami uses the "F" word a lot and Dar will not put up with cursing--unless she is the one doing it!  Pearl has told Tami that she is immature in her actions.  I have told her that the more she thinks on something, the bigger she builds it up in her mind until she is out of control.  

One night, I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep--something had awakened me.  So I got up and saw a red flashing light--it was the county sheriff and he was going into her house.  Then they came back out on the porch and she was telling him --loudly of course--with many gesticulations, " My sweetheart and I had a misunderstanding and he left and said he was going to drive into a telephone pole."  Mind you, I am in my house, windows and doors closed and I could still hear her tirade.  So the sheriff left and I clicked on FB to see what she was posting, because I knew she would.  She had already changed her relationship status to "single" and posted, "It's the middle of the night and I need prayers because R has left and I think he is going to kill himself!"

I shrugged and went back to sleep.  Awakened again at around 3:30 a.m. and she was shouting out on the porch again--into her phone.  Then she walked around the back of her house and back to the porch again--on my side.  I kept my lights off, as I do if something awakens me and I don't want whomever to know I am looking out windows.  Then she clicked off the phone and is wailing.  I thought perhaps I should go over to see if I could help, but a small voice told me, "NO!"  So I went back to bed.

Got up at 7:00 a.m. and jumped on the computer as I always do in the morning--and there was a FB post in which her relationship status was changed back to "engaged,." and his car was in the driveway.  I looked for the earlier post and apparently she had deleted it.  Later that morning, Pearl asked, "What was all that ruckus about last night?"  

Pearl said last week, they woke up at 3:00 a.m. and Tami was shouting, "You don't love me anymore!"  But, if you asked, "how are things going?"  She would tell you how wonderful this guy is, how much he loves her and how wonderful life is.

At one time, she told Pearl and I that she was going to lose the house and was going to sell it and move.  We nearly cheered and clapped, but, so far--it hasn't happened. 

Oh good grief--I just heard something and looked out--it's 9:30 at night and she is pacing out on the road and yelling into her cell phone--throwing her arms up in the air and kicking at stones or something!! 

I don't know--she's just nutz!!!  I know--I am being too critical of people.  Snarky, nasty, intolerant, snobbish.  I just want to live in a hut in the woods all alone where the only noise is squirrels chattering and birds singing!

Okay--I gotta get off here and go finish up clearing the rest of the stuff out of the living room and vacuum it all so the carpet guy can clean tomorrow.  

We are suppose to have a frost on Sunday night.  Good thing I didn't plant my annuals yet.

See ya...........  

Wordless Wednesday--From Me?

NEVER

When have you ever known me to be wordless--on Wednesday or any other day of the week.  So much going on--in my head AND my life.

75 degrees today.

This morning the guy--that is his name Guy--came and power washed my house--er-rr, trailer--no--mobile home--no it's not called that either--unit?  Well, anyway, you've seen pictures of where I live, so you call it whatever you want.  $80.00.  The house looks so nice--he puts a wax on it too AND he spent extra time on my back porch, which was dirty, mildewed and awful looking.

Yesterday afternoon--I did this.

Freddy made me this raised bed quite a few years ago.

It was filled with strawberry plants.  Then they sort of died off

and it went to weeds.  I dug it up, (I actually DUG IT UP) and saved a few of the strawberry

plants to put down at the south end.  It is going to be my vegetable garden this year.

A regular sized tomato plant on the north end, a Grape tomato plant

on the south end AND a hill of a few cucumber seeds in the middle.

Freddy was always going to put a rose in that triangular thing on the south end.

I have sprayed it with Round-Up and will just put in--something--I don't know what.
Don't you love my wonderful crop of Dandelions?

After Guy left, I grabbed Pearl and we went across the road to the garden shop.  She has already made two trips there, but thought she needed more flowers.  We get so crazy this time of year, when it is planting time in Michigan.  This was my purchase--($100.00) waiting a few days for them to harden off and me to plant--probably next week if I can wait that long.  May 15th is our planting time here, because in Michigan, you can always get a late frost.

There are no Impatiens this year.  They developed some sort of mold disease

last year, which killed them  People going back to the garden store for more,

as all their plants are guaranteed.  So this year, they won't sell them.  

Even Lowe's, will not sell them this year.

This led to quite a quandary for me as I ALWAYS plant Impatiens in my pots and planters.  

The manager there showed me a flower called Rosea Vinca--and guess what? 

They look much like an Impatiens to me and sun and drought hardy.  YAY!!!

This combo will go in my large pots.  I think I am going to like the Fuchsia geranium

dark blue/purple Wave Petunia and this chartreuse vine--I can't remember it's name.

The Geraniums are a bit darker Fuchsia then they appear in the photo.  

I so love these colors together--POP!!

Friday the guy--only that isn't his name--I don't know what it is--Lynch Carpets--is coming to clean my carpets.  I can't move EVERYTHING out of the way, so I will clear out the living room and bathroom (yes, I have carpeting in the bathroom--not my choice) and have him clean those two rooms and the door ways to the computer room and bedroom and my couch--sofa--davenport---whatever you call it.  We used to call it a davenport, but I think nowadays, most people call it a couch.  Whatever it is, it sits on a metal frame with recliners on each end and is impossible to move unless you take it apart.  It and the entertainment cabinet will stay where they are and he will clean the rest of the carpet.  $120.00

As I said before, money is pouring out of here like water from a faucet and IT HAS TO STOP!!!  The whole inside needs to be painted--I did it five years ago AND that stupid ceiling stuff they put in these kinds of places, need to be painted also.  I can't do that--I think it has to be sprayed.  BUT--I can't move the furniture out of the way anymore, so...............guess it will just stay and get yellower and yellower as the years pass--then when I pass, the kids can have it all done before they sell this place.

On a more serious note--Dar was over yesterday--she was in a huge anxiety mess.  It seems she may have breast cancer.  She had it ten years ago in her right breast and now--it may have re-appeared in her left breast.  She had her mammogram, or as she calls it, mammy-oh-gram, and they found a "disfigurement" as she referred to it, in her left breast.  She goes in Monday to have an ultra sound.  After all the bad stuff I have gossiped about her!!!!  I have made up my mind, if she has to have treatment, I will drive her to her sessions.  She doesn't have a car.  The cancer treatment center is only one mile away.  It's the least I can do.

Which reminds me, I get my mammogram and chest x-ray next Wednesday!

Until tomorrow--I don't have anything planned, but you never can tell what will come up for me to tackle!!
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My other weird neighbor, whom I have never written about--worse then Dar, just posted this on FB--I love it.
"THE WEATHER HERE IN MICHIGAN REMINDS ME OF MOST OF THE PEOPLE ON THIS PLANET, CONSTANTLY CHANGING WITHOUT WARNING & GOING FROM ONE EXTREME TO ANOTHER!!!"