Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Labels Help.

 Labels Help.

 

Went through a few boxes of photos that came from Bonita and Henrietta, TX. The only pictures that really surprised me were of my husband’s grandfather and grandmother Dickerson. Had never seen a picture of his grandfather. He was a handsome man. The rest of the pictures were of family and some of the people my in-laws worked with or whatever. Garland was in the military, so there were umpteen photos that were based on Ft. Sill and other places. And too, it seems he was a corporal in the medical division. Something else new to my knowledge. The biggest thing that occurred to me about all these pictures was that if something is not labeled, it is pretty worthless. We take pictures of some of the craziest things. Holding my hand up here and waving it wildly for all the dumb pictures taken as we crossed the country and drove into California. Not a danged antelope that did not get its picture taken!!

 

Took Patty’s dogs to the vet this morning and left them. She plans to go get them when they call. Yours truly has had about enough for one day. Rudy is like picking up two bowling balls at the same time. And she swears he makes himself heavy because he does not want to be picked up. Trust me! That is very believable!

 

After leaving the vet’s office, the old woman went for the last x-ray for this year. This one is for Dr. Kern’s office to see that nothing much has changed with the hardware he attached to my spine. Have to go see him this next Tuesday. That should be all the doctor’s visits this year. Told Jenn that by now, it would not surprise me to walk outside at night and glow in the dark from all the freaking x-rays! Oh well. At least walking is possible at this point. Last year it was almost to the point of being impossible. Praise God for science and a good surgeon.

 

Picked up a package of sirloin steak at Market Street this morning and cooked it to share with my critters. These dogs wait very patiently for each little bite, but they know when the stove is turned on that something good is about to happen. Between finding the marked down meats and laughing at my dogs, it was a good meal. Also, saw one of those carts that a grandmother can sit in while being pushed down the aisles of the market. It made me smile and appreciate whoever came up with that wonderful idea. Getting out and just being with others can make a person feel good. Can’t imagine being stuck in one place and not ever getting to go out to shop or just get around others. That little seat with the cart right behind it would be perfect if walking or driving one of those little carts is not possible.

 

Saw that the Congress is going to try to make concessions to the railroad union. Leta Talley was telling me that the employees get five-weeks’ vacation, ten personal days, and much higher wages than most of us earn. She feels that the railroad union is blackmailing us by threatening to shut down the railroads. Had not even considered what she said because it never came up before that these folks had that kind of benefits. Shaking my head and thinking that this is another fine example of greed. Long years ago, can’t remember which president had to do it, but the military had to take over the trains to prevent this kind of garbage. It would worry me that the union members would try to sabotage the rails or something of that nature. Whatever, we need those stupid trains to be on time and moving where they need to go.

 

A friend was telling me that some drug shortages in the U.S. were causing some problems. Folks who take Adderall can’t get the stuff. That is just strange. Wonder if it is made here in our country. So much crud like the drug shortages and trains stopping is just purely BS! Some of these things are unnecessary. Sitting here wondering if the two main drugs taken by the old woman could be replaced or stopped if necessary. Guess if we had to, we could probably all do with a lot less of the things we take for our health—well, even things that have nothing to do with health and more to do with our preferences. The old woman drinks coffee. Back years ago, folks did not have coffee, sugar, and many of the things we consider necessities. During the war years, my grandmothers learned to make “jam cake” from jellies or preserves they had in the cellar. Sugar was rationed, so in order to make a cake or anything that required sugar, they used the jams that they had put up from a couple of years before the war. Folks learn to make do or do without—or did back then—a lot easier than we might imagine. Of course, the black markets will always exist for those who have money or have something to trade for what they want.

 

Sitting here quietly laughing to myself. Thompson is snoring and must be dreaming because he keeps moving his legs every once in a while. Not sure if the squirrels have quit cussing them or what, but they have not been out barking up the trees much today. They both just started barking as that was written. Pizza delivery across the road! Who needs squirrels when the pizza lady drives up!

 

A couple of texts from my niece and nephew have reminded me that my sister-in-law’s death has really hurt them both drastically. Poor kids. Know they are grown, but losing a parent like this has been hard on them—especially since neither of them realized how ill she was in the first place. With all the changes in their lives, this has been one that will put things in a perspective that no one wants to face. Our entire way of thinking changes with the passing of our parents.

 

Just called Patty to see if she had gone to get her dogs yet. Can absolutely not see any reason for those pups to stay at the vet’s office the entire day just to get their nails trimmed and their anal sacs expressed! Need to find a different vet!

 

Will remind you that God has blessed us immensely. You KNOW that, of course, but sometimes we need to be reminded because we take so much for granted. Gratitude is a becoming quality. We need to exercise it more often.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.

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