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[no-to-illegals]

Good Morning. May have to say bye bye for a long while ... very busy. I hate retirement .... HUGS to all!!!

[Tax-chick]

We will think of you fondly until you come back again. Stay safe!

[Monkey Face]

I’m happy to know you’re still busy! *HUGS*

[Monkey Face]

My eyelids slammed shut, but the brain didn’t let me rest.

I hate when I can’t shut something off or close it or open it in my dreams. That kind of inability is always sure to wake me up and make me grumpy.

So what does your Saturday have in store for you?

[Tax-chick]

Choir practice, followed by a hike with the Cub Scouts.

[Monkey Face]

I’m back from WinCo. Each time I go there, I’m more impressed with it than I was the last time I went. The savings on meat is worth the trip! It’s six miles from here, compared to Walmart’s one mile if you walk and two if you drive!

Your Saturday sounds busy. I doubt if mine will be. Or maybe it will.

Yesterday’s mail brought me a bill from the new insurance company telling me in bold print that I haven’t made a payment, yet, for the March 2 due date. (Hmpf. My bad.) The letter then went on to tell me that I had not as yet signed up for electronic payments, which I won’t do. Period.

[Tax-chick]

It’s not March 2 yet. March 2 is next Friday. I don’t always know stuff like this, but I have a calendar on the wall right above the computer to help me.

[Monkey Face]

This will be the first payment to the new company, but if they bought the policy from the old company, which they did, they would see that I was never late with a premium. One doesn’t do that in NV without instant suspension of registration.

I have a calendar above the desk, also, as well as one in my phone and one I keep within arm’s reach for medical appointments. They can’t force my SS check to get into my account a day sooner than the bank releases it.

[Tax-chick]

I’m sure you’ll make a payment by the due date.

Choir practice and lunch complete. Now we need to get sunscreen on and then go pick up my friend Gloria’s two kids to go on the hike. She’s not an outdoor-activities person!

[Silentgypsy]

So beautiful—thank you!

[Monkey Face]

Like I said — one doesn’t want to be late with a car insurance premium payment, lest one finds that fines, late fees and tickets are more expensive. Excellent incentive!

I’ve compiled the genealogy and it is currently filed neatly in a binder, awaiting an envelope of the proper size, which I’ll pick up on my way home from the laundromat on Monday. I’m in for the day. And done with it none too soon, as the printer sent me a message that the black ink is low.

Now, I’ll have a little therapy session with a ball of yarn and a crochet hook. ;o]

I hope your hike was uneventful!

[Tax-chick]

[Monkey Face]

Pensive little squee!

Good morning. Are your leg muscles rebelling this morning?

[Monkey Face]

In other news, while I was walking to the Muffler Shop on Friday, I got a notification on my phone, but wasn’t sure I heard it because of the heavy equipment. I never thought to check back, but I did so yesterday when a call came in from someplace in TX.

When I checked the phone log, there was a call from Chuck in Hurricane. I’m still #5. :o[

And so here I am. IF I had a place to stay, I would move out and put my things in storage. It seems the Suits will be moving pipples out from this side of the complex first, rather than the street side, and it seems June is the target month. I was hoping to be gone by the time this began in earnest.

It goes without saying that I’m depressed.

[Tax-chick]

I’m sorry you’re still #5. Maybe you’ll move up in the next week!

My feet still hurt a little, and my back is stiff. I have to go to Walmart this morning. I said I’d make dinner for the high school youth group this evening. Sally and Pat were supposed to come up with a plan, but they haven’t succeeded. I expect I’ll do some sort of noodles-and-sauce thing, and salad.

Shannon has been chasing a mouse around the back yard this morning.

[Monkey Face]

Moving up to any number means someone died, moved to hospice, or moved in with family. As much as I want to move away from here, I certainly don’t wish anyone to die quickly and make room for me.

Once this place is remodeled, it will then become “affordable housing,” which none of us low-income seniors can afford. It’s a way of getting rid of the old people.

I want to do something today, but I don’t know what. I need to print out some photos for your genealogy but I need to get ink, first. I packed half the tub I got, but the rest of it is for the Galileo, the storm glass and the barometer. I also packed most of the stuff in the file sorter. I don’t think there is much more I can do until the day before I’m supposed to load the truck.

Chuck sounded sad that he had to give me “bad” news. But it’s OK.

[Tax-chick]

We can hope that the vacancies occur because someone moved in with family!

[Monkey Face]

I always hope that but the stark reality (for here, anyway) is that most of the seniors don’t have family for one reason or another. Either they never had families or they are estranged, or live out of the area.

[Tax-chick]

It’s a gloomy old world a lot of the time.

[NicknamedBob]

"It’s a gloomy old world a lot of the time."

Yep. And that would bother me if I let it bother me. But I don't let it bother me.

Here's a gloomy thought that I first cast in bronze, and then gilded the edges.

Some days your life may seem like you're the last leaf to be blown off the tree.

Last Fall

The days are short, the wind has grown,
My community has now all flown.
I stare at emptiness all around,
And brownish carpeting on the ground.

When I was young, so long ago,
The days seemed endless, ever so.
I was so green. I’ve learned a lot.
So many shared my lofty spot.

We danced and twirled the time away,
Forgetful of the length of day,
With unseen music through the bright,
And whispers in the silent night.

Alone, I watch the neighborhood,
A stark and silent stretch of wood,
Tears sometimes dim the golden days,
Until the scene is filled with haze.

And only memory serves to fill,
The lonely times upon this hill.
They all have gone now, I remain,
A sad perspective is my gain.

They’ve departed, this way and that,
A graceful tip of an invisible hat,
And scattered to the winds they were,
Until only I am left to stir,

I twist to shed the Winter’s blast,
As I enjoy my being last,
And in the bleak and dismal scene,
I long for days when things were green.

One morning, I awake to find,
The world transformed while I was blind.
In darkness, change had come within the night,
The brown became a world of white!

In joy at last I chanced the breeze,
And danced among the stark black trees.
On stiffened fingertips, I race,
Across the snow without a trace.

All through the day I dance and twirl,
‘Til dizzy with the endless whirl,
I fetch up in a tent of green,
And on a sturdy trunk I lean.

The needle-leaves fresh fragrance sends,
With frozen tears the branch then bends.
I look at stars through crystal lens,
I settle down, and dream of friends.

NicknamedBob . . . . . October 19, 2006