An Inside Day

Building the deck started this morning at 9:00am

I know nothing of construction, but I would think that the concrete

footings should be ON a concrete slab or concrete pads

not just sat on the damp ground.

Won't they settle into the earth and the deck along with them? 

Less than 8 hours later and the basic deck is almost completed 

See the posts for the railing cut off?

The old guy has the white plastic covers all ready to put on

I took the living room drapes down.  Windexed the windows and put them back up, along with the cafe' sheer on the bottom.  The drapes stated, "Dry Clean Only"--like that's going to happen on my budget.  Into the dryer, with a dryer sheet and they came out, sans cat fur and smelled fresh.

I like as much outside light as possible coming into this house.  In the summer, I keep the blinds down to the second window.  In the winter, with the light coming at a different angle, I pull the blinds all the way up and put a cafe' curtain across the bottom window so Tami can't see in!!!   With inside lights on for more hours than in the summer months, that sheer affords me a bit more privacy--or so I think.  They may be pulled back during the day so my purry furry's can see out.

Luckily I had purchased an extra tension rod a few years ago because,

one of the ones I was using decided to fall apart last spring when I took them down.

Pearl gave me her meatloaf recipe a couple of days ago, so I decided to use the last of my "free" ground chuck and make it for supper.  BLAH!!!  She uses a can of drained, diced tomatoes in hers and crushed up crackers.  I always put an envelope of Dry Onion Soup mix in mine, 1/4 cup Ketchup, and oatmeal for the filler.  My meat loaf always held together quite well--I could slice it.  Pearl's fell apart when I tried to get it out of the bread loaf pan.  Hers tasted pretty bland to me, but I have some great meat sauce my sister canned and I spread a lot of that on the meat.

The potato I baked to go along with the meat loaf was very good, however. :-)  

This for desert.  I do love this fruit!  Even when it thaws, it doesn't get mushy.  They had it on sale at Meijer the other day.  Yes--you see sugar on the unsweetened fruit!!!  You probably would have laughed at the inordinate amount of butter I put on a baked potato.  LOL.  Don't judge me.  I am old!  I am going to enjoy!

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As I read through my blogging buddies posts--I realize just how odd I am--compared to the more "normal" human woman.

Most "people" arise at an early time of morning.  If I get out of bed before 9:00am, I consider it early.  One worries that she could stay in her robe all day.  I never even think about the fact that, if I have no where to go, I am in my cotton, knee length nightie until 11:00am.  I live alone.  I spend 2 hours on this computer in the morning--my nightie is comfy.

Another widow is trying to figure out how to get the feeling of intimate comfort into her life. I don't miss sex in the less tiniest bit!  As I look back on my life, I don't know if I ever enjoyed it!  To me, sex was always a "trade-off" for something.  It made the guy I was with happier and when he was happy, he was nicer to me.  Oh...and I was a really good actress!!!  I had more than one guy tell me that I was the best sexual partner he had ever had!!!   

I think perhaps that is why Fred and I got along so well.  He was nearly impotent from the day I met him.  After his heart attack and surgery, he was so relieved when I wasn't disappointed that we could no longer have "sex".  He gave me more love and intimacy than any man I've ever known. 

At this stage of my life, the thought of sex makes me ill.  I would not want anyone to see this saggy, scarred body!  I can barely look at it in the mirror when I get out of the shower!  It would be way too much work on my part--because most of men my age are impotent, but they think, I would be the one to renew their youthful vigor.  My arthritic fingers, painful shoulder, brusitic elbow and stiff neck tells me--I am not going through that much work or pain to give him 33 seconds of fun!!!!!

Yes--I miss the comfort of  hugs, kisses and being held, but....unless I could find another Fred, I am not going to have those comforts.

Another blogger friend tells of her hours getting her home and herself ready for winter.  I think I must really be lazy or not aware as the casual way I treat winter.  I have many afghans--hanging over the back of the couch, or chair--looking all ready for use.  I never use any of them.  I did put the thermal light-weight blanket back on the bed, between light bedspread and sheets, but that's about it.  I don't have an electric blanket or heated throws.

I did swap out my summer and winter clothes--but that was just for the "good" clothes--sweaters instead of tops.  I go barefooted in the house most of the year.  Perhaps a pair of cotton sox once in awhile.  I keep the furnace thermostat set at 73 degrees--summer and winter.

She has brought out her scarves, mittens, hats, boots, coats, for winter.  I have a scarf--a decorative one that hangs around the collar of my winter coat.  I never wear a hat--never.  I rarely pull on a pair of gloves--more for fashion than for warmth.  I only wear my boots if the snow is above my shoe tops, LOL.

I do prepare my house, in that I make sure all my windows are closed tightly and locked and I do insulate my back door, but only because it has a leak along the bottom.  

Most of my blog buddies love to read.  They curl up in their chair, under their cozy afghan and read.  Or they read in bed at night.  My bedside table holds a lamp with a 20 watt bulb in it.  The only thing I do in my bedroom, is change into my nightie, say my prayers and go to sleep.  The only thing I do in my chair, is cross stitch, crochet and watch TV.

Some are bemoaning the fact that their outside activities, things they go to, will be curtailed by the winter snow and weather.  Since I don't go many place any time of year, winter weather never bothers me.  In fact, I would much rather have a blizzard and be snowed-in for two days, then have to worry about humidity and an approaching severe storm.  

I am not a porch-sitter in the spring or summer, so not being able to do that doesn't matter to me when fall and winter chills come along.    As for taking a walk--I rather enjoy a walk down the block with snow falling on my head, than with sweat from the humidity running down my face.

Others post or tell of the wonderful meals they prepare. I can't even begin to explain in a way you'd understand, my total disinterest in food.  I eat when my stomach growls and reminds me...or when I get a bit dizzy because my blood sugar is low.  More often, it is a piece of cheese grabbed from the refrigerator.  A peanut butter sandwich on a croissant because I keep no bread in the house and croissants can be quickly thawed in the microwave and the dough is much lighter than bread.  

I eat whatever is near and easy.  I do, at times, crave a nice Subway sandwich, but a lot of times, I crave popcorn with milk on it.  I eat more fruit and vegetables than I ever have in my life.  I have no appetite, so...I don't eat much.  I don't enjoy, going out to eat, because I take a few bites and I am full.  I probably could exist on warm milk with Nestle's Quik and toast dunked in it.  These eating habits will probably catch up with me one day, but right now...............................

So--I have always known that I was "different" than most of my friends--in the way I think and the way I react to things.  That never bothered me.  Who wants to be like the crowd?  Right?  Now, as I grow older and am alone, I have more time to compare and to think and..............

I guess I am just me.  Different than most.  Not interested in what others find interesting.  Not really caring.   It makes me wonder if I am missing out on life.
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I gotta go and get some warm milk and cocoa--that greasy meatloaf has made me nauseous!!

    

It Is What It Is...And That's Okay

Awake again this morning at 7:00am to get ready for the Comcast service guy to come between 8:00-9:00am.  He was here at 8:10, which I thought was great.  He checked the modem, then went outside to check the lines.  Soon was back in:

"I found the problem."

"Great.  What?"

"There is no problem ON our line, but there is a problem WITH our line.  Some critter chewed the part laying on the ground, nearly in half!  I spliced the two pieces together and put it up under your house where they can't get at it again."

 He was gone by 8:30am.
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It was a gorgeous morning at 7:00am, I rarely see the sunrise.  The sky was all pink.  Even the "air" outside looked pink.  By 7:30, we were in the midst of a downpour that was so heavy, it looked white.

I had three phone calls by 10:00am.  Glad the phone works, but tired of talking, LOL.

I decided to go get groceries after my Soap.  I checked my bank account and my Social Security was in there---the full amount!!!  I need to send my case worker a thank you note!

Off to the Meijer store in Howell.  I just kind of strolled around the store--letting all the Momma's rush by.  I don't know where all the kids came from, but it was a noisy, yelling, at times shrieking mess.

When I came out and was pushing my cart to my car, I saw a penny laying on the pavement.  Of course I bent over to get it--then I saw another one...and another...and another.  All were "head's up".  As I was picking up my booty, a young 20-something guy walked by and I saw his condescending smile.

"Look at that old lady, overjoyed at finding a penny on the wet pavement", is what I supposed he was thinking.

I thought of a lot of things to say to him, but said none and proceeded on.  The wet pennies resting nice and warm in my jeans pocket.

I got to my car, popped the trunk and looked down and...another penny--this too head's up.  "In God We Trust" facing me.

A sign?  

When my best friend was dying of cancer, every time she saw a penny with those words facing up at her, she figured God had sent her a sign and she picked them up.  At her funeral, tucked in her right hand was a little white satin bag with all the pennies she had found inside.  They had given her so much hope and courage.

I put my groceries in the trunk, sat in the car and enjoyed my treat--a Raspberry filled Bismarck and thought---

I am so glad that I am poor!  This has been a really good life and spiritual experience for me.  

Of course, it is embarrassing and humbling to ask for help—those agencies that help want to know everything about you—right down to the size of your underwear, (not really, but it sometimes feels that way).   

I didn’t want anyone to know.  The first time I went to the Food Bank, I peeked inside—just in case I knew someone in there and if I did, I wouldn’t go in.  

After awhile, desperation sent me for help and it is amazing!  What I have learned, the stories I have heard in line at the Food Bank, the many poor people and how, they just seem to continue forward.  

Remember the old, “Walk a mile in my moccasins” saying?  Well, it is very true.  You have NO concept—you can’t even imagine what poor people go through—unless you’ve been there. 

I know I didn’t.  I sat there in my nice big house and looked down on and thought anyone on Welfare was lazy and defrauding the government—and of course some are, but most aren’t.  

It takes away ALL your pride—and in the long run, that is a GOOD thing.  I appreciate every little thing so much more.  Someone gives me a beautiful red, ripe tomato from their garden, and I am thrilled!  A neighbor shares their pie or brings me cookies and I giggle with happiness.  I wanted a nice fall plant, but knew I couldn't afford it and then, a visitor comes and brings me the biggest, most beautiful Mum plant I've ever seen and my heart swells to overflowing.  

I actually am much happier now than I ever was when I had it all and took everything for granted.  

I don't have to worry about how to pay my charge card--because I no longer have any.

I don't worry one bit if my retirement account/stocks/value of my house are dropping.

I guess, the less I have...the less I have to worry about?

I am witness to the FACT that God takes care of me and keeps me moving forward.  I always said that to others, but I don't know if I really believed it.  Now--I know that I know that I know!

I may be poor money-wise, but I am rich in my spirit!!     

Philippians 4:12  “I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.”  St. Paul 

This has been a difficult week in many ways, but I have found myself feeling very peaceful and content.  
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Continued rain and chilly weather for the next few days.  I think it is a good weekend just to hunker down--cross stitch, read, watch a DVD, enjoy football games on TV and continue, writing a book of house maintenance tips for my friend.

Life is soooooo good!!

I remembered this, after I posted--I like to sit in the dark in the living room and I noticed this.  I like how the kitchen light shines through the jewel tones of my collected glassware.

without flash

with flash 

An Unsettling Day

I spent 4 hours, 3 different time, doing a Live Chat on the computer with 3 different Comcast technicians.  My phone hasn't worked in 2 days (3 now), and I called at 9:00 am, he said he refreshed it and it would be fixed in 30 minutes.  I got busy and at 4:00 pm when I noticed it still didn't work, contacted them again.  That tech, activated Tel 2 on the modem--the phone was plugged into Tel 1 and he deactivated that one.  Then he called me.  The phone worked until he hung up!  So at 7:30, I contacted them again and after doing all of the above---again, even though I told him it had all been done, he decided I needed a HUMAN tech to come out and fix it---which will occur at 8:15 am in the morning.  Personally, I think I need a new modem, but we shall see what this guy things.

I really like doing the live chat on the computer.  It is much easier to under their typing than their spoken accent!!  HAH.  (I know, I'm a racist.)

Plus, yesterday, I decided that I needed to swap out my summer clothes for the fall/winter ones and since, that means I would be emptying my bedroom closet, I decided to drain and flush the water heater--that resides in a little closet of its own--in the back of the bedroom clothes closet.  I know--weird, but that is the way most of these homes are made.

Of course, I had the instructions typed and printed out and taped to the removable door to the water heater cubby, so it was pretty straight forward.  Of course, the water supply shut-off valve was a bit rusty and didn't want to turn.  NOTHING is ever as simple as it seems when doing home maintenance--NEVER.  I wanted to spray the shut-off valve with WD-40, but.....it's flammable and I have a gas heater and yes, it was turned to pilot, but still................

I just took a big, thick bath towel, held it over the area where the gas flame is and sprayed a couple of quick sprays of WD-40 upwards onto the valve--waved the fumes away, took off the towel and waited for 15 minutes for the WD to work.  Success and no explosion.  You know--I am terrified of gas!

Got the incoming water shut off, the hose in place, snaking out the back door, opened the drain plug and sat down to wait while the heater emptied out.

Just then Pearl arrived and I didn't get back to the heater for an hour.

Finally got it all done.  Took the hose back out to the shed and the wooden floor in there felt kind of
"givey"  I have all my plastic storage tubs on the west side of the shed floor.  I pulled back a couple and...........................OMGosh.  The floor was rotted under them.  I pulled back the rest and this sight greeted me:

Dear Lord!  Does it ever end?  One thing after another.  I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN that the plastic storage boxes would hold moisture UNDER them.  

When the kids helped me move all this stuff out of my rented storage unit, I just had them stack the boxes in the shed.  It was three months after Fred died and two months before my hip surgery.  I hurt physically and was foggy mentally, but I probably still wouldn't have thought about it.  

I laid that 2x4 across the rotted places and have asked my BIL to bring me two more when he comes down to cut off my hedges.  Right now, I am just letting it dry out.

You know what?  I wonder if this is the culprit?

That planter is on the west side of the shed.  Although there is no dirt directly ON the shed, it is an independent landscaping timber planter.  It has been there since 2007, but....................

No, I think it is just the plastic storage tubs holding moisture underneath, on the wooden floor.

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This morning I had my "recall"--second look mammograms and ultra sound.  I had to get up at 7:00am.  Can you believe--7:00am, to be awake, alive and alert to get there at 8:30am.

"Everything off from the waist up.  Put on the gown, open in the front.  Put your clothes in the cupboard and bring your purse with you."

Short 5'4" x-ray tech trying to heft up my 5' 11", DD's, onto the tray.  Mash--breathe.

Second shot, a side view, different tray on top.  Mash, ouch, breathe.

Third shot, another side view, much smaller tray on top, with cone shaped thingie on top of that.  Mash--mash--mash--"Yikes"--breathe. 

"Sorry...that last once really pinches, I know.  Are you okay."

"Fine", I say in a rather high voice.

"I will take these to the doctor to look at.  Please go back to the waiting room and I will come and get you for the ultra sound."

Wander back down the hall--trying not to hold my poor boob--it is aching, with sharp little pains radiating up.  Perhaps the "masher" has ruptured the cyst and it is trying it's best to assimilate all its fluid back into my boob?

Lean elbow on chair arm, rest forehead on hand and try for a quick nap. 

She's back.  "You can get dressed and go home now."

"Don't I get an ultra sound."

"There is nothing there. Nothing to see.   Nothing to ultra sound."

"Okay. thank you so much."

<"told you so," I whisper under my breath as I get dressed and walk out>

My sister says, "Now they have really good pictures and next year, if something shows up in the same place, they can compare and know it is nothing."

So--why don't they use the extra-special mammogram at your yearly?  It would save time.  I am the 9th woman I know who has had to go for "recall" in the last 5 months!  Perhaps Medicare pays better if you get to have TWO mammograms?

It's a wonder all the damn Roentgen's going in your body and the masher injuring your boob cells, we don't have MORE tumors!!!

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 I get home and look down and.....

As you can see, I have moles and Seborrheic Keratinitis all over my chest and breasts. 

They NOW stick these cute little "reinforcements" things all over me.  I changed my clothes and peeled off 5!!!  Don't they look like those reinforcements we used to use on the paper in our three-ring notebooks?  GEEZ!!

They didn't hurt as much as peeling off a forgotten EKG lead sticky thingie, but....GEEZ!

Took two Advil to calm down my poor boob, watched my Soap, did a load of jeans and then outside to tackle the front garden.

Trying to figure out how to tame the rude Rudbeckia from spreading out ALL OVER this little garden.  This garden is filled with spring bulbs (tulips, daffodils, grape hyacinth) and Iris and Lilies and what once was a small plant of Rudbeckia=Black Eyed Susan==Rebecca as Pearl calls it.  

They are ALL over the garden, where they don't belong.  Cutting it back without it loosing its seeds all over is quite a chore.  I will move some of it over to the garden by the porch and move some of the pink Coneflowers from the porch garden over to the end of this garden. 

I was sitting in my blue chair, bending over and cutting off the plants and Merle walked up.  

I have felt a bit uneasy being alone around him lately.  He came by one day and saw me carrying in groceries, offered to help, and then wanted a hug when he left.  No big deal?  He wanted a very, tight, because he is so much shorter then me, boobs up by his chin, kind of hug.

Today he asks what I'm doing and I said, "Playing the piano,"

"Oh.  ha."

Then, big mistake, I told him about my shed floor and he wanted to take a look.  No big deal...any other time.

We go out and look and then stand outside the shed discussing. and....

"Did everything turn out all right this morning?  Pearl said you had to go back for another mammogram."

"Yes.  There is nothing wrong.  I am fine."

"Good.  Wouldn't want anything to be wrong with those pretties."

<what?>

I quickly turn to start walking back to the front of my lot.  We discuss the best way to cut back my hedge.

"How's Pearl today?"

"She's fine.  Mean as ever."

"She is not mean...and if she is, it's because she has to put up with you."  haha

"Ya."

Thank you God--it is starting to sprinkle.

"I gotta pick this stuff up and put it on the porch."

"You need me to help?"

"Naw.  I can get it.  You better get home before you get wet."

"I like being wet. Not from rain though."

<what?>

"See ya later." as I grab stuff and start for the porch.

"Take care of those pretties."  and off he walks.

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In the first place, what it is with men and their fascination with boobs?  Do they remember their mother's smiling, lovingly down at them while they nursed?  Do they want to return to the breast?

In the second place, what is it with men who get all stupid and try and act sexy and flirt?  This is NOT the first time this has happened with a FRIEND'S husband!"

In the third place, what is it with OLD men who act stupid and say things and flirt and act like they do?  I have seen that from another neighbor, a few years ago.  Most of them are impotent.  Do they think we are going to restore their youthful potency?

GEEZ!!! 

I really don't like men.  They make me nervous!!

Decision--if I ever DO have breast cancer, I am getting a double mastectomy and then NO ONE will comment on my "pretties", which, trust me, aren't pretty at all!!!

Very unsettling!!

or, perhaps I misinterpreted?

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I ran up to the Subway place because, I am out of food and my Social Security doesn't come in until tomorrow and I had one Subway gift card left.  I didn't really feel like a sub so I asked the kid if he could make a Spicy Italian salad.  Sure!

Man, was it good!!!  Huge.  Probably serve 6 people if they had it as a side dish.  I will get three meals out of it!

Almost as good as an Antipasto salad!

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BTW:

The sidewalks and extra parking pad are in across the street.  

I gotta get to bed.  Have to be up at 7:00am again, so I'm awake, alive and alert when the Comcast doodah arrives.  Although, it has been kind of nice with no phone.  No "anonymous" or "unknown" callers :-)

No time

.....to post anything.

Big work day.

Tired.

Later...............

A Day

This morning, I felt like I had been run over by a Mack truck and as I was trying to get up from being run-down, someone slammed me in the back of the head with a 2 x 4.  I guess I had too much fun yesterday and now am paying for it?

A lot of people, some, a few, one person has asked me what I was decorating for fall.  This is it.

Are you impressed?  No?

I don't do seasonal decorating, except a different wreath on the door.   Christmas is the big decorating time for me.
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I just got word from Maddie that she WILL be dancing in the Nutcracker Ballet again this year (her 12th year) and she will be dancing the Spanish Dancer solo part.    

                          (Google image)

She is going to be so great!!!

...and then, right after New Year's, she will leave for four months on a Mission to Guatemala. <sigh>

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Well, yesterday afternoon was really something.  I had asked Pearl to come down to take pictures of me as the Unknown Poser.  We were having a blast, laughing and re-taking photos and...just a lot of fun.

Afterwards, we sat talking about...lots of stuff and all of a sudden, Darlene busts in, with this in her hand.

"Look what I got for my good friend, Judy! It was on sale at Meijer's, but with my discount, I got it for one dollar!  I got four of them."

<I'm still wondering about the "good friend" comment>

Pearl said, "Oh.  A plant stand...with three holders.  That is so pretty!"

<I am thinking, I don't really need or want this.>

Dar:  "Yeah.  I just knew my dear friend would love it."

<now I understand.  The dear friend is for Pearl's benefit!>

Me:  "I wish I could use it inside, but Maggie eats any plant I bring in here.  It will be nice for my porch next spring. Thank you."

<I so wanted to ask, "if you got four, can you give one to Pearl?">

Dar plopped down in the rocking chair--Pearl was sitting on the couch, with Buddy on her lap.  Dar lights a cigarette and I immediately told her, "You can't smoke in here."

D:  "Oh sorry.  I forgot.  Pearl is allergic."

P:  "Yeah--smoke stuffs up my head, really bad.

D:  "What is wrong with Merle?  He looks terrible!"

P:  "Nothing is wrong with him.  Every test comes back negative.  He saw the cancer doctor last week and the blood report was--nothing wrong."

D:  "Well--somethings wrong with him.  He looks like death warmed over!"

<Egad woman--shut up!>

J:  "He had a sleep study test and those results aren't known yet.  That's probably his problem.  Probably the study will show that he's waking up several times a week and he needs a bi-pap.  After he gets that, he will feel much better."

P:  "I'm hoping that will cure him."

J:  "Pearl and I were just talking about how the young girls pose in pictures nowadays, and we wondered why.  We just got done doing a whole bunch of pictures of those silly poses."

P:   "It must be a new craze.  We never posed like that when we were young."

Dar jumped up and went into a sexy pose with one hand in the air and one on her hip.  "I posed like this in my bathing suit...when I was ten.  I was still a virgin, but I knew how to be sexy!"

<complete silence for at least three heart beats>

P:  "I hope so!  At ten, I hope you were a virgin."

D:  "Oh...I was sexual at a very young age.  I had sexual feelings...from the time I was four.  I have always been a very sexual person."

<the deafening silence once again--who knows what to say to these kinds of comments!>

D:  "Look!  I got my tooth fixed this morning."  She shows us her front tooth that had been chipped.  "I haven't been outside my house in four days.  I won't go anywhere looking like that!"

P:  "I sometimes forget to even put in my bridge."

D:  "You go out in public looking like that?"

P:  "Yes...sometimes...when I forget."  and Pearl smiles at Dar, showing that she doesn't have her bridge in.

D:  "Oh my gawd!  You look like a crone!"

  

P:  "I'm seventy-eight years old.  Why does it matter if I don't wear my bridge around the house?"

D:  "You should go home right now and put it in!  You'd look so much better when Merle gets home!"

<arggh>

P:  "He won't even notice."

J:  "Did Jackie go on another vacation?"

D:  "Yeah.  Didn't she tell you?  She's gone for the week."

P:  "That girl---she's never home."

D:  "She's home all the time."

J:  "Well, she sure travels a lot...and I think that's great...that she can."

D:  "Oh my gawd--look at that mess in Tami's yard.  Is she going to put that junk away?  I just might talk to Rob and see what he can do to make her clean it up."

J:  "I think they already mentioned it to her.  She and Ron have been staining their porch.  She will probably put it all away when they get done."

D:  "Well...you know...I have a lot of pull with Rob.  Either of you ever have a problem...let me know and I will talk to him and I will get it done!  She is completely nuts!  She really does have mental issues--I am glad I made her mad because now, she won't even say Hi to me.  I just might tell Rob--although I think everyone up at the office knows she nuts."

<yes..and guess what Baby, they say the same about you.>

J:  "That's why I have my room arranged this way.  So I don't have to look out that window and see her yard.  I moved the couch and re-arranged it different a few years ago...but...that couch is so heavy, I can't move it myself, and I don't really wan.........."

D:  "Get those things....those...you put under the legs and......"

P:  "Super Sliders?"

D:  "Yes.  You put them under the legs and just slide it wherever you want it."

J:  "I have those, but the couch is so heavy that I can't lift it.  Plus it's build on a steel frame and doesn't have............."

D:  "Oh--it can't be that heavy!  You just don't have any strength anymore.  I'm still very strong."

J:  "Okay--show me how you'd lift it."

<because I am just about done with this woman's boastfulness!>  

So Dar gets up, walks over to the front corner of the couch and gets on her knees to lift.  It doesn't budge.  Then she starts feeling around under it and says, "I can't find the leg."

J:  "I told you, it doesn't have legs.  You didn't hear me.  It's built on a steel frame.  Each section comes off, in order to move it and then...you are left with the frame, which is still very heavy to move."

P:  "Plus, it has a recliner on each end, so it is really hard to move."

Dar is still trying.  "Ow."  Then she grabs her thigh and stands up slowly.  "I think I pulled a muscle!"

P:  "We warned you."

So, we all sit down once again and Dar starts in on Pearl--again.  

D:  "I have lost seventeen pounds!"

P:  "Really?"

D:  "Yes. Can't you tell?"

P:  "I guess I hadn't looked."

D:  "Oh--I just cut out some of my carbs.  You should try it--you could stand to lose a few pounds yourself."

Pearl starts to say something and Dar puts up her hand, "No..wait..let me finish."

I sat and watched the inter-play.  Dar goes on with her "sermon" on what she has cut out and what Pearl should eat and not eat.  I am watching Dar, my elbow on the arm of my chair, chin resting on my hand, but I can move my eyes to the left and watch Pearl's reaction.  Of course, Dar points her finger at Pearl and goes on with her lecture.

Pearl didn't seem agitated...but when Dar FINALLY stopped to take a breath, Pearl said," Speaking of food.  Merle should be home by now and I need to go fix his supper."

J:  "Yeah...I saw him drive by a few minutes ago."

Pearl gets up and leaves.  I walk out to the porch with her and thank her for coming down and helping me with the photos. She is no more than off the front porch, when Dar lights her cigarette and when I come back in from saying Good-Bye to Pearl and sit down, Dar says, "Looney-Tunes.  Both of them are the Looney-Tunes of the neighborhood!"

I said, "I think they are really nice.  They have been there for me many times.  They both are really good friends to me."

Dar checks her watch and her phone and said, "Oh...I gotta get home too."  and I walk her out to say Good-Bye...and I do not accidentally push her down the front porch steps.  Wanted too.  Did not.

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I walked up to Pearl's after supper and apologized for Dar's rudeness.  

P:  "I know you've told me she gets real aggressive and hyper, but...I've never talked to her very much. She's kinda scary, isn't she?"

J:  "She can be.  She only comes over when she wants to get something off her mind.  She does all the talking and I just sit and listen."

P:  "I went to say something and...she put her hand up to stop me."

J:  "I know--that is kind of rude."

P:  "Maybe that's just the way she jokes around.  She sure wanted me to know that you are her good friend."

J:  "Don't know where she got that, but...I think you're right.  That whole display was for your benefit."

P:  "Well...I don't think I need to see a re-run of that show."

...and we both laughed.

BTW--Judy L. and Sheila don't have much to do with Dar anymore.  Probably that is why she is now coming over to my house more? 

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Just figured out my "head"problem today--I have been drinking only De-Caffeinated Diet Pepsi, but ran out yesterday.  I think the sudden surge of Caffeine 

did it to me.  I know, I didn't sleep very well.

Lesson learned!!