Days of the Week and Other Calendars.

 Days of the Week and Other Calendars.

 

Maybe it is retirement in general or something else, but sometimes the old woman can’t remember what day of the week it is. Actually, it is not just sometimes but rather often. Once mentioned to a friend that it occasionally worried me that dementia might be on my radar—my own, not that for someone else! She looked at me and told me that worrying about it was a pretty good indication to her that it wasn’t happening, at least not right then. Hope she was right.

 

Talked to my cousin in North Carolina today. They have had some rain and were in the forecast for more of the same. She said attending a funeral to help out in serving today meant that she had to do a couple of detours when creeks were over the roads or the water in the roads was too high for her car in other areas. But if anything is common in the Pollard genes, it is determination or pure ol’ stubbornness. She was glad her daughter-in-law was able to stay home to work today since the woman did not want Eba to drive with her daughter in the car in all the rain. If Eba told someone she would be there to help, Dear Hearts, she would BE there to help.

 

Sitting here chewing on candied ginger. This is supposed to be good for indigestion/heartburn. It does seem to help sometimes. Not sure just exactly what has made the old girl so inclined to be grumpy today, but having indigestion just puts the icing on it!

 

Sitting around in the living room under the AC, the neighbors are a constant source of entertainment. Doesn’t take much, don’t ya see. But the Leos family is home from the hills; the Brunwasser family goes in and out and has furniture delivered or picked up—or both. The city’s green recycling truck has been out for the past two Wednesdays and has backed up on the Leos property both times. No one on this road even recycles green stuff, but here we go with a truck anyway. Then, too, the old woman still has not made the second call about the abandoned car at the end of the street. Can’t imagine why it was left there, but it was moved to have its hood pointed toward the highway after the first day, so someone came back for it—more or less. Oh well. Curious.

 

Tomorrow is supposed to be slightly cooler—not as bad as today’s 105. It is supposed to be 94 tomorrow and 91 on Saturday. Of course, cooler weather won’t last any time at all. Then, one of these days it will be cold as the Klondike, and those who can’t ever get warm will suffer the way those of us who can’t get cool are suffering now! Roger and Carol will shiver and the old woman will run around in her shirt sleeves! God created these seasons, but it seems to me that they really do get pretty extreme at times.

 

Need to look online and see if a better cart can be found for hauling the chicken feed out to the workshop. The one currently in use is falling apart and is too low to the ground—about the height of the trailer hitch. Need one slightly lower than the tailgate—and with bigger wheels so it is easier to pull. You can bet if one is on Amazon, it will require being put together! Oh well.

 

Other than the earthquakes and the usual explosions in Israel, Russia, and Lebanon, it seems not much has changed. The earthquakes vary in size from a 5 in California to a 7 in Japan. Was it Jerry Lee Lewis who sang that song about “A Whole Lot of Shakin’ Going On”? Between the frickin’ frackin’ in West Texas and the bomb slackin’ going on everywhere else, this ol’ world really is getting a good pounding! May God forgive us!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.