What a beautiful day...

I love this photo my sister sent me.

Her husband Chuck and their new cat Abbey, checking the weather.

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I worked outside again today.  Inch-by-inch, I will get it done before the first snow flies!

I also got my last two genealogy books ready for the mail-lady to pick-up tomorrow.  That was 6 books from one genealogy.  Some with both sides of the family, one with only one side.  If was fun!

I also ran up to Tractor-Supply, I imagine you have no clue what that is.  Think store with all sorts of feed for cows/horses/rabbits/pets of any kind/bird seed/horse tackle and garden/farming equipment.

I got a big bag of bird seed, some black oily sunflower seeds, two bags of peanuts, and shelled corn with whole peanuts and nuts.  

Some for the birds and some for my squirrel feeder--as the squirrels are already coming in and knocking on the front door, wondering when their feeder was going up.

Took down the Humming bird feeders and washed them up good.
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Dar came over, just as Jeopardy was starting, and needed 19 medical reports scanned and printed out.  She couldn't get her fancy scanner/copier/printer/fax machine to work.  One hour later..............ARGGH!!!

She no more than got back home and John and his dawg stopped in.  He went on with a 35 minute rant about his volunteer job at the elementary school.
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So, here it is. Nearly 10:00 and I haven't gotten to sit and relax and watch any TV tonight.

I think I will play a couple of FB games and then go to bed.  Tomorrow promises to be a 70 degree day and I am going to finish up my yard work. 

Tomorrow, I will show you photos of my "room divider" idea.  It is coming along nicely.

Monday Moaning

This is a test.  This is only a test.

Hung the blue jar on the filament and the ceiling hook to see if it would work.  It didn't come loose and fall in three days, so I guess my idea will be safe to try.

I have four hundred and fifty-two thousand Stink Bugs trying to get in my house!!!

Sunday  night I enjoyed the Green Bay Packers vs New York Giants football game.  Bickering people make me very uncomfortable, so I only clicked on the debate for a few minutes, then back to the ballgame, where the players are far more civil then the players in the debate.

I did end up with a favorite quote from the debate.  "We are great because we are good!"

Wait.  What?  Whatever does that mean?  We are the most disrespected Power County in the world right now, so---I don't get the quote.

Anyway--the Packers won, which I was glad for.

On a related note, FB is full of political shared links and cartoons and all sorts of meme's, it got so I dreaded going on there.  Some of the political links were mine.  So I made a pack with everyone that we not talk about this political crap until it is over.  Many agreed with me.  

It was difficult because I saw a lot of links and meme's I would have liked to share this morning, but...I promised.  Let's face it.  You aren't going to change any one's mind.  Everyone knows your party affiliation, so...........what's the point.  Just to tick people off and start a half page of ugly comments back and forth.  Bickering people make me uncomfortable.  It's not worth my peace of mind.  So now, I just whip right down the pages on FB until I find something worthwhile to peruse.
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My 83 year old cousin with Parkinsons' and her 86 year old husband with Alzheimer's live on the 11th floor in a Condo, across the street from the Ocean in Fort Pierce, FL.  He didn't want to leave.  She did.  They waited until the last minute and then fled.  He got lost twice trying to get inland, but they made it before the full brunt of Hurricane Matthew.    The last I saw on FB she was reaming out her kids for not caring.  They live in Michigan and Georgia and I don't know they could have done, except pray like the rest of us, but.....................

North Carolina is where the real problem is.  So much flooding from all the rain the week before and then the rain from the Hurricane.  12 people have drowned and in some places, the water level is going up--still!  

While that part of the country is lovely to visit, and the Outer Banks of NC are my favorite place on this earth, I wouldn't live in any of those low-lying swampy States.  There is just no place for the water to run off or drain too.  A lot of their trees are very shallow rooted because there is hardly any firm ground under them, so down they come.

I do prefer my near 650 feet above sea level and my deep rooted trees and the deep ground that soaks up rain in short order.  The only place that floods in Michigan, is in the city with all the concrete and under passes on the highways that go through.
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So, Friday and today, I got all my perennials cut back and all the underbrush cut out of my side garden where about four hundred and fifty-two thousand Rose of Sharon bush sucklings were nearly 2-3 feet tall.

I was 64 when I moved in her and with great ambition.  I dug up three different areas for perennial gardens.  Mowed my own lawn, kept all those gardens weeded and looking nice, with no problem.
The last few years, those gardens have suffered.  Up until I was 71, I used to be able to work 4-5 hours outside with hardly a break.  Now, I am lucky if I can work 20 minutes before it feels like my back is going to break right in two.

You know, like at my waist-line, my body is going to break and the top part of me will fall face forward onto the lawn and the bottom part of me, fall back into the garden and no way to get the two pieces of my body stuck back together.  The whole process of bending over, along with arthritis in every joint and every spinal disc, sure makes taking care of outside stuff difficult.

I do feel energized though from working outside and doing heavy work.  Gives me a real sense of accomplishment.  Just takes a while of sitting in my recliner and a Tylenol PM before bed to recover.
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After my latest client got and perused her genealogy book, she asked if I could print out two more--for her daughter and son.  Then another part of one for her 91 year old cousin.  I did and mailed them off Friday.  Then she wanted two more for her niece and nephew.  No problem.  I took them to the print shop today to be bound and hopefully pick them up tomorrow and mail on Wednesday.  It was a great job and the books turned out nice.

I feel so privileged when someone asks me to research their family.  I know I'm not going to find anything terribly bad, and even if I did, it wouldn't change my feeling.  I just feel that it takes a certain amount of trust from the client and it is an honor for me.  Maybe that is why I try really hard to find everything I can about each ancestor.  After all, it is THEIR family!!!!!  I treat the ancestor's with respect. 

I am not a crier--you all know that, but in some of these genealogies, I have shed tears.  Like the one I am working on today.  The family came to this country and on their voyage, 4 of the little children died--all within days of each other.  Can you even imagine the horror of that for the parents?  Especially the Mother?  Too watch your child's body wrapped in white cloth and dumped into the Ocean?  Then repeat that whole process the next day and the next?

It's a wonder the mother didn't go mad and throw herself over the edge of the ship.

Yet--they kept going.  Finally made it here and even with terrific hardships here, they went on to have more children and form a good life. We owe our ancestor's so much honor and respect!
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By the way, Dar came over yesterday and she was in a great mood.  High and bouncing all over the place.  Her son is also moving in with her and Daddy.  The son who has been in 12 rehabs, but has been sober for a year.  The son she said she would never allow to live with her.

Personally, I don't think the arrangement is going to work, but I was telling her positive things.  That I was glad and what a blessing.

We shall see, what we shall see.

Hm-mm

I stole this pix from Sally's blog.  Should I enlarge it and put it on my front door when I see Dar heading this way?

Hectic

It's been hectic around here.  I keep looking at my perennials that need to be cut back, undergrowth in my Lilac/Hosta garden that needs to be cut back.  Little Maple trees growing in the midst of my Privet Hedge, that needs to be cut back.  The shed needs to be rearranged and I need to get all my porch pots put away AND paint the porch steps.  I have had the paint since April.

My client, whose genealogy I finished the last of September, wanted two books for her children.  Then a book for her cousin and a book for her niece and nephew.  Not a problem at all and such a nice thing for her to do for her family.

I had ordered black and tri-color inkjets from a place on e-bay.  They are brand new, still in their HP box and work really well.  I ran out of black ink, so up to the refill place I went.  I got a black and a Tri-color.  Got home put the black one in and the print-out was very dim.  I got back in the car and headed up to the refill place.  Mind you, this is nearly a 20 mile round-trip through town traffic.

Got my black inkjet replacement and headed home.  Two years ago, a black and Tri-color refilled inkjet cost $35.00, now they cost $53.00, still under the price of new ones at Staples, but.......

Got home, put the new black inkjet in and printed out 5 pages.  When I looked at them, the Tri-color inkjet wasn't printing.  I had to throw those pages away, at 34 cents a page for the special paper.  This time, I just drove back up to Staples, went in and found they had a sale.  Buy one, get another one for 40% off.  Two Tri-color inkjet cartridges cost me $63.00!!!

I put the new Tri-color inkjet in and off we went.  Then, I got on-line and ordered two cartridges from the e-bay seller, at $37.16--free shipping.

By then, it was supper time and I was exhausted!!!

Today, I got the two books for her children done and up to the print shop to have them bound.  I pick them up tomorrow and have her cousin's book done, so can get that bound tomorrow too.  The rest of today, I worked on printing the two books for her niece and nephew.  

I love genealogy--the research, the putting the families together, putting everything together and writing the book.  I hate the printing process!!!!!!!!!!  
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I got a letter today from the hospital where I get my mammogram.  I am considered low risk for breast cancer, so I only need a mammogram every two years---or at my age--not at all.

While this is good news, with my doc telling me the cut off time for a low-level lung CT scan is 75 years, I wonder.  Is there really a cut of time for these tests or is it that at my age, the cure wouldn't really help, wouldn't add any years, so-----I am expendable?

Who says?

When my doc says I have the blood work of a 55 year old.  When the cardiologist tells me that biologically my age is really 65 and I have the heart of a 20 year old.  Then why does the year of my age matter?  I may live to be 90+.  Why should these tests be cut off because my birth certificate says I was born in 1939 instead of 1948?

My step-mother had bladder cancer when she was 91.  They took out the tumor, radiated her for 6 weeks and she felt great for another 2+ years.

I guess some of us are living too long and not being productive enough.  Taking up space?  Best to just give us a pill to mask the problem instead of trying to cure it?  Odumba Care has made the insurance companies not want to pay for elder preventative medicine?
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Dar came busting in my house, during my Soap.  She was hysterical and crying!

"I tried to call my sister-in-law, but she didn't answer her phone.  I had to come over here so you can calm me down!"   Pacing up and down my living room, moaning and failing her arms around.

It seems she had just gotten back from a visit to an orthopedic doctor.  He gave her a Cortisone shot for her back pain, but informed her that the only relief she will get from that and her hip pain is if she gets a hip replacement.  Plus, he thinks she had a head injury when she had the accident.

"Now I know why I can't remember things!  Oh. My. God!!!  I probably have a brain tumor!!."

"Sit down.  Take a deep breath and let's talk about this."

She sat.  She grabbed a cigarette.  She rocked back and forth.

"Please, be careful you don't drop ashes on my new carpet."  I said.

She finally put the ashtray she kept reaching for, in her lap.

"Now--you had a CT scan on your head after the accident, right?"

"Yes."

"They found no problem..right?  No bleeding.  No hematoma.  No problems...right?

"Right."

"I think the reason you are having a hard time remembering things is that you have so much on your mind.  You have appointments with a different doctor nearly every day of the week.  Your Dad is having problems and needs tests.  You have tests scheduled.  You have so much in your head, that you are completely distracted.  That's why you get to the grocery store and forget half of what you wanted to buy.  That's why when you wake up, you forget what day it is.  Anyone would be that way."

"I now have 9 different doctor's.  None of them listen to me.  They just seem to pass me along to the next one.  I have to meet with the insurance doctor--my attorney is going with me and told me HE will answer all the questions and I am not to say a word."

"That's a good idea.  You do get wound up and might say something that wouldn't help your case."

"And now?  A hip replacement?"

She lights up another cigarette.  This is the woman who tells me she only smokes two cigarettes a day.  She just met her quota in half an hour!

"I'm sure the accident caused my hip problem,"

"You have osteoarthritis...right?"

"Yes."

"That alone will cause the cushion in your hip socket to wear away and it will be bone-on-bone and the only help, is a new hip joint."

"Well, I didn't have it before the accident."

"You've had arthritis for years.  Even without the accident, this would have come on and just gotten worse and worse."

She wailed and she moaned and she paced.  Finally, her phone rang--it was her sister-in-law and Dar started wailing and crying again as she told her SIL all that she had told me.

"I'm at Judy's.  I feel like I'm losing my mind!  I am going to tell you all this while I'm here so Judy can hear it all too.  I am so filled with fear!"  and on she went for 30 minutes.

90 minutes later, apparently I had calmed her down enough so she could go home and eat supper!
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Every time she comes over, the first words out of her mouth are, "I came over so you can calm me down!"

Wouldn't it be nice, if just one time, she said, "I came over to see how you're doing.  Oh, you got your fireplace.  It's pretty."

She has been here twice in the last week and hasn't even noticed the fireplace.  LOL

She's a pitiful thing.  Always bragging about how strong she is.  How religious she is.  How she relies on God for everything.  How she can tolerate pain better than anyone else.  A sort of uppity attitude, especially when she states that she relies on God for everything.

Somethings I like to remind her to "Rely on God.  Give it all up to Him and He will calm you.  You know, you have no control over any of this.  Give it to God!"

Yeah--I can be nasty person--dig, dig, dig.

Busy day...and an idea

Doctor had called me in because "I want to discuss your chest x-ray."

That can be a scary thing, so I went into my Patient Portal and found the results of my mammogram and chest x-ray and both were fine.  But--I complied, as I had a whole bunch of running around to do today anyway.

While I was there, I got a prescription renewed, my BP taken--132/68 heart rate: 60, and got my flu shot.  He came bouncing into the room all, "Wow!  You look great.  How are you?"
"Wonderful...so far," I said.
"I wanted to go over your chest x-ray.  Why do you get one every year?"
"Because I smoked for 57 years."
"Waste of time for that.  Chest x-ray won't show anything significant, unless it was a very large tumor.  Instead you need to get a low-level CT scan."
"Okay."
"How old are you?"
"Seventy-seven."
"Nope.  Cut off for CT scan is seventy-five."
"Well, there is nothing wrong with my lungs."
"Nope.  No worries.  I just don't like you getting radiated like that every year when it won't show anything important."
(Couldn't he have explained all this to me over the phone?)
"You're so healthy.  Get outta here!"
"Okay.  See ya in January."
He stopped, "Why January?"
"Because that is when I get my blood work and check-up done.  January and June.  Remember?  You said I didn't have to come in only every six months, instead of three."
"Okay.  Get outta here."
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So--I got outta there and went over to Lowe's. 

With old age setting in and balance problems, this just doesn't get it anymore.

So, today at Lowe's, I got this, and this, gets it!!!

Then I took off the other way and went down to Brighton. 

I had put in a pre-order at the Rich People's Store this morning and picked up my Antipasto Salad, Macarpni and Tuna Salad, Seafood Salad and 1/2# of their old fashioned bologna sandwich spread.

I found it humorous that the lady said, "I hope this is the right Antipasto Salad.  It's on lettuce, not pasta."
I said in my sweetest voice without a sneer--"The word Anti, means against or no.  So an Anti-pasto salad would mean...with no pasta."
"Really?"
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I stopped at Michael's on the way home for two skeins of embroidery floss for the baby quilt.  I don't think I am ever going to get the thing done.  Baby is due in 16 days!


Now--for my idea.  Wanting a room divider of sorts between the fireplace and the kitchen and to break the "eyes" view of walking in the front door and seeing straight through to the bedroom--

I got these:

and I ordered these:

I think sand and shells will go in this one.

I think the succulent will go in this one.

Not trusting my ceiling to hold up anything heavier than a fly speck, I dipped the threaded part of the hook into Gorilla Glue and screwed it into the ceiling, about 6 inches from the corner of the fireplace edge.  Just one.  I will see if it holds tomorrow.

Then, I may get a blue/green glass ball, and an amethyst glass ball and one more--because we never do anything in pairs.  3 or 5.  The Japanese way.

Then, I may have something that looks similar to this. Which hangs down between the back of this woman's couch and the open stairway.

We shall see.  Up where the cat can't reach it and just suspended there between the fireplace and the kitchen table.

Hm-mm?

Now--where do I find filament to hang them with?

Dark is the sky, and so am I.

Hot and humid--chilly and wet.  Michigan weather.  We are getting a SouEaster--if there is such a thing.  A big path of rain, coming in from the south-east and just rotating over us, around and around.  Detroit got 6 inches of rain.  People trying to get into work, in the underpasses, were swamped and their cars went under.  

Do dark all morning, I had to turn on the lamp in here so I could see my computer.  My mood resembles the weather today.  It was a good day to stay inside and bury myself in genealogy work.  Even that didn't seem to satisfy me.

I got my fireplace yesterday and have enjoyed it.  I turn the flame on at night, while I watch TV and cross stitch or knit.  Even without turning on the heat, just seeing the flames, seems to make me feel warm

Cats on the couch and rocker.

When I posted my video on Face Book, people suggest I center the fireplace on that wall.  This is the very thing I was concerned with last spring.  Do any of you remember me saying I thought I'd need some kind of small room divider to distinguish between the living room and kitchen?

That's what I liked about my other TV amoire.  I had it angled a bit so that is sort of separated living room and kitchen.  I think if I turned the fireplace a bit, it would look funny.

The fireplace IS centered between the window and the edge of the carpet, but it kind of bugs me that it isn't centered between both living room and kitchen window.  But, if it were--that would look beyond weird.  Half on the carpet, half in the kitchen.

I guess that reason was why I was going to get a shorter fireplace--48", so more carpet would show on each edge.  This one is 55".  It has a bigger firebox, which I like, but........................oh well, I will keep thinking.
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I took all my DVD's, I've had stored in a plastic box since I moved my old TV amoire, and laid them on the edges of my desk.  Then I stacked them in categories: Biographies, Christian, Classic, Documentaries, Science Fiction, War and then put them in alphabetical order in their appropriate category.

Then I made an Excel spread sheet with all their names.  Put them in the storage ends of the fireplace and marked on the spread sheet which shelf they are on and which section of that shelf.

If I want to watch "Gone With The Wind", I know it is in with the Classic Movies--2nd shelf, mid section.

Yes--I can be OCD about certain things.  I like organization!
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I don't appear to be OCD about clutter however.  I have that counter top between my recliner and the kitchen.  It is supposed to be kept clear of anything not essential.  It is ALWAYS cluttered with mail, or pencils and paper, or dishes I have eaten from for my lunch.  The dishwasher is on the other side of the counter, but for some reason, lunch and dinner plates seem to remain on that counter until the next morning!!!

I have the same problem with taking my bottles back for return.  I wait until I have three bags full and of course with no garage to store them in, the full bags reside in my bedroom or by my back door until I remember to grab them on my way to Walmart.

This room--my office--I wouldn't want anyone to peek in here.  If the litter box wasn't in here, I'd keep the door closed all the time.  Papers everywhere, stacked on my desk, a TV tray table, both carts on either side of the desk and...the dust on the book shelves? It's an embarrassment!

I really can be an undisciplined, lazy person.
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GEEZ LOUISE!! I am so depressed and sad and angry now, I will leave you and try for a better attitude next time.

Hey--this is my journal and it is as it is!

Fireside Chat

I started getting so nervous and jittery at 7:00 last night.  I was really dreading having to watch the Presidential debate.  It makes me very uncomfortable when people raise their voices, or snipe at each other.  I wondered what else I could watch on TV last night, while I sat and crossed-stitched.

It made me think of the other TV shows I watch.  When Fred was here, we used to watch CSI and Medical shows and crime stories.  After he died, I couldn't stand to watch them--the violence, the noise and I still don't watch them anymore.

So, last night after Jeopardy, John and Maizey stopped in for 45 minutes, then they went home because he didn't want to miss the debate.  I came in and played a couple of Face  Book games and then decided I should watch, at least part of the debate.  I turned it on at 9:30 and Hillary was screeching about something.  Then the Donald started in.  Showing them split screen was interesting--to see their reactions while the other was holding court.  It appeared to me that all the whole Donald was talking, Hillary was looking down at notes or something.  Then when she rebutted, it seemed like she was reading from a well rehearsed script.

Then he'd start in and there she'd be, nodding her head, or sneering, then he'd do the same when she was speaking.

I flipped over to HGTV to watch Tiny House Hunting, but on their commercials, I'd switch back to the debate.

I don't think the debates are going to show anything new.  I don't really care what either one says because they both lie.  Neither one is fit to hold the most high office of the land.  I don't think it will really matter who wins.  Our country is in such disrepair, I'm not real sure it can ever be great again.

Thankfully, we only have six weeks to wait and then...Dear God, help us all!
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I have to go to the doctor on Monday.  A follow-up on my chest x-ray.  Probably will have to have a CAT scan of my lungs.  I have had a "nodule" off and on for the last 4 years.  It shows up on an x-ray and then the next x-ray, 6 weeks later, it is gone.  Still, when the doctor's office called to set up an appointment, I got that icy cold band feeling around my middle.  That band of fear.

Last time I had to go back for a second mammogram.  I am almost waiting for that call to come too.  

My horoscope said 2016 was going to be a fantastic year for me.  I don't believe in such things, but at the time, I thought, "YAY!"  Well, it may or may not be true.

Whatever--my fireplace is being delivered tomorrow morning and I am going to enjoy it for as long as I have on this earth.  God will take care of the rest.