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What Day Is It Anyway?


While talking with my friends today, there was a hubbub in the yard. I went out to see and found that a neighbor’s visitor’s dog had come into our yard and killed our rooster. That was so sad. The dog was young and the owner was so apologetic. The neighbor buried the rooster. I felt bad because it was his rooster that had migrated here to our yard quite a while ago. This rooster was so protective of the ‘girls’ that none of the hens were hurt. But I will miss his guarding our home and letting me know when it was time to give up the toast crusts. Yes, I share my breakfast with the fowl beings.

It was the hottest day for us so far. 91. I think. Lots of humidity. We got out the little AC and put it in the window. Tomorrow cooler but wind and thunderstorms are expected. I hope for the cloud to cloud lightning as we don’t need fires with all that is going on.

Yes, it was a Friday. Trash picked up and empty for another week of refuse.

Though not as gorgeous as my friend’s from Carson, (sorry I can’t share that one, not mine to share) we, too had a beautiful sunset.

That last picture looks like it was raining over the fields to the north. Just a little cloud, but it was doing its best.

Oh! And I got some pretty yarn I can’t wait to make more socks with.


Oh, yeah, yesterday was Memorial Day. We got our mail and the guys did shopping. That seems like Friday. But it’s Tuesday. The tension of the guys going and coming back always makes shopping/Post Office days scary and stink of bleach.

But the best of the day was around 8 PM;

 

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Per Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ch.” Find a word that starts with “ch” and use it as your prompt word. Bonus points if you start your post with that word. Enjoy!

 

Well, my first thought, if we are streaming, is:

 

Ch-ch-ch-changes is what we are all dealing with. Remember all the TV psychologists that were preaching about the time it takes to form a new habit? Yeah, that is where we are. Adjusting and reminding ourselves to do the things it takes to keep ourselves and others healthy. It is scary. If not personally, then for loved-ones.

I remember as my grandparents and then my mother lay in the hospitals very ill about thirty years and more ago. I wouldn’t bring my four youngsters around for fear that they might have a cold or something that would be caught by my sickly elders. There was no COVID19 then. I couldn’t bear the guilt should I through my recklessness if they would die. How could anyone not want to try and keep everyone healthy? I don’t understand the childish tantrums.

Well, I do understand the frustration. It is adjusting to the habits and changes that trying to stay healthy and hopefully not make others sick is sometimes overwhelming. It makes me have nightmares. I find myself writing a lot. Especially thinking about, what if this is the last time… What if I won’t see another friend or family member, regardless if it is me or them that go… There is not much in the way of a will, as, what do I have, anyway? Still, I think about things and realize that I wouldn’t want the things. I want my loved one. What if they get the stroke version or the toe-gunk or the having to be on ventilators. Death may not be the worst. Maybe it will be the suffering they, or I will deal with.

All the more stress is added to just getting food into the house. Remember when we could go to the store, hug friends if we meet them there. Stand and talk for hours in the vegetable section. Sure you’d have to get out of the way of other shoppers but they’d smile and just go around. Then the hardest thing was making sure you got everything on the list, because who wants to go to the store more often than once a week. For us, it was twice a month. We’d drive to the city 90 miles away to do the whole thing. With this, we do all the shopping in two little stores in a frontier town. Imagine grocery shopping at the convenience store. Not bad for picking stuff up for the weekend barbeque. But for daily meals with any healthy values it is very hard to do.

Oh, we all know how scary that march into the house and putting it all away is. And then the counting days from the last outing for 14 days. These are habits we didn’t learn. They are still not fully formed habits. Had it been so easy as to just washing our hands more, that would have been a hard new habit to squeeze into our every day. But all of the rest of this is hard for all of us. The sanest people are having problems with it. We are running for our lives, the lives of the medical folks who will be taking care of us or our loved ones. We have to keep reminding ourselves of that. The changes sometimes seem beyond our reach.

I was never a Bowie fan but here are the words to the song:

David Bowie Lyrics

“Changes”

I still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
And every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that testCh-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Where’s your shame
You’ve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can’t trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace
I’m going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock ‘n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time


So. Remember when I shared the clippers I got so I could cut my hair? Yeah. I didn’t do it. I didn’t even open it. It was more of a beard clipper. And since it was near my husband’s birthday, I gave it to him. He keeps his hair long but he likes to keep his beard looking nice. He was excited about the shaver.

I was missing my FlowBee but the company is being good and staying quarantined. So I looked around and found this:

New Remington HKVAC2000A

I love that it has a little vacuum. It is like a small dustbuster but lightweight and easy to use. Because it hurts my arms, hands, neck, and back to do a whole haircut at a time I don’t think I will ever be finished. But I am following this basic pattern to cut my own hair. I think this shaver does a great job!

I’ll share more when I am more finished with the actual thing. The most important thing to remember is it is just hair and it grows back. Way too quickly! That is why I am saying it is unfinished. I will be doing a bit at a time over the next few days.

Oh, and though for the lower have of the hair the vacuum takes care of the mess, When I start working on the top It is shears and comb. There is a cool cape for that:

Haircut cape

Now it is time to go to bed. It is almost Saturday!

 

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Another productive day of editing.

 

 

And to reward myself I spent the day catching up with Outlander the fifth season. This is the book I have read. I am still reading the next one. The books get longer and longer.

 

I have to say I love the television version better. The longer the books are getting the less I’m finding engaging.

I must admit that in the last few days I’ve been floundering for something good to watch. When that happens I watch things I don’t care about but take the place of noise as I edit or knit. The Originals is one of those shows.

 

Riverdale gave a healthy way to grieve Archie’s father, Luke Perry having passed in actuality. It was different.

 

 

We did finish Colony. Why did it end?!!! The last bit made us want more of the real story and real aliens we can see.

 

And Big Little Lies is interesting I love all the actresses and the way the story is developing.

 

 

What have you been watching?


Over the weekend I played with my newest present to myself (not given to me by a cat). I noticed I hadn’t written in my COVID19 journal. No, I don’t have it. I started it on March 22nd. At that time I wrote in my erasable gels. I was steady with it Faithfully documenting what I saw on the news and how it was for our household. I got all the way to April 4th with a very short boring entry. Then I started up again on May 16th. I was able to test each of the pens and I wrote as much as I could about how things are now.

This is a cool set. I can’t wait to try them out on my coloring projects. Even so, they write smoothly and I love all the colors.

 

Here is the Amazon site I got them from 100 Pack 

Just talking about them is making my fingers itch, so I think I’ll stop here to go write an entry in that journal.

By the way, I was happy to get to be a part of the writers’ group tonight so that means it must have been Monday.

Why is Monday still hard? I haven’t worked for years. Yet I’m always tired and disoriented on Mondays. Has anyone else had that problem? How did you solve it? Anyway, I hope you are all staying safe and healthy.


A Day In The Life

Country Style

When we moved into this mobile in the country we knew that there were sacrifices in lifestyle we’d have to make. We’re still getting used to it. In the first year, we only had heating in our bedrooms so we spent the winter there. I was closest to the bedroom door. These guys:

Rosey (sorry, I never seem to get a good picture of this shiny beautiful black cat.)

and Teddy,

had me opening and shutting the bedroom door all night long. Not only did I lose a lot of sleep, but it chilled the room.

One day, kind hubby made a pet door so I didn’t have to do that anymore. The room stayed warm and the cats could come and go as they needed.

Rosey is a sweety. She likes to share with her humans. In the middle of the night, she will bring in socks or other presents.  Here are some of the gifts:

The Snoopy and the Phantom were gifts from a very good friend. I tried to keep them on the piano but Rosey thought we’d needed them in the bed with us.

Teddy is a sweety and lays on our shoulders and purrs. It helps me. It hurts my husband. Teddy switches between us all night.

Oh, the Ninja Turtles? They came with Kali. She never plays with them. But Rosey knows we need them. They are nearly as big as she is. It is difficult for her to get through the pet door with them. But she manages to yell in kitty meows about what she is bringing from the livingroom. She has brought us big hiking boots, even my rainboots. I don’t know how she does it!

Anyway, last night or rather ‘at stupid o’clock’ as my friend Willow21 calls it, this time it was about 5AM, we hear the meowing and thumping that let us know we were in for a present. But there was a jingle sound that didn’t sound like her tags. I got out my phone to put a flashlight on the situation. There she was flopping something that looked like this around.

 

Pixabay.com

 

Yeah, not my picture because the phone was the light.

Most of the years we have lived here there have been mice. But not many and things were generally okay. This year before COVID19 we were inundated. So we were already fighting Hantavirus. We’ve, well, my brother mostly, set traps all around. We had been catching two or three a day. It had calmed down a lot lately, so a mouse wasn’t what I expected.

I hate killing them. They are so cute. One day, a few years ago, I went into the bedroom and saw one like this on my made bed.

Pixabay.com

Except that the one on my bed was more cinnamon with white on his/her belly and feet. It had its hands folded together in prayer form like it was pleading for its life. My heart was broken. I wanted to pick it up and pet it. I wanted to sit and draw it so puffy and soft. But I remembered Hanta and called my brother to see what he could do about it. He didn’t have the heart to kill it either. He scooped it up with a kerchief and set it free outside. We didn’t have the rooster yet. Nowadays the poor thing would be eaten. We have tried the live traps hoping not to kill them. But I think, no matter how far away from the house we set them free, they call their friends and tell them about the big house full of free meals. Yeah, they didn’t read the contract. Sometimes I’m tempted to put them in cages to tame them and hold them. But we barely have enough money to feed ourselves and the three furry friends. I don’t need to start a colony of more pets. So the quandary stands. The only choice is to trap them then feed the chickens.

So this was Sunday, yeah the usual Zoom church and CBS Sunday Morning defined it for me, even though it’s been a long, long day since rooster crow time. Let’s hope tomorrow is kinder to all of us furry or not.

What Day Is It Anyway? is another blog prompt by Linda G. Hill in her words:

Why I’m writing this post:

Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.

Let’s keep in touch!


While knitting up a storm or three, I’ve been bingeing a bunch of things. I had that floundering feeling after Grey’s Anatomy and This Is Us ended. So I have been more or less sampling. And in no particular order, because I didn’t write it down, duh!

Okay. Not my kind of show. I don’t like a lot of shooting and car chases, not to mention a perfectly good Alfa Romeo ruined. But I know tons of you will love this. Maybe when anxiousness isn’t the go-to emotion this would be fun for me. Oh, and Bechdel has got to frown at this one.

But then again though equality stands the tests how can I like stuff like:

Hey, they got some things right in Carriers and if you can watch shows about pandemics this is okay;

To lighten things up I took all the choices on Kimmy!

That one was hard to knit to as I had to keep dropping the loom for the remote to make the right or left or middle choice accordingly. It did make me laugh a few times.

I finished Dead to Me. I did have to go back and rewatch the first season. But it was fun and kept my mind busy while knitting.

Today I finished Doctor Foster

 

I dunno. Too much angst and not using enough logic as I would hope from a doctor. But again, great for knitting!

Right now I am watching our recorded from Christmas Time, Frozen. It is cute enough that I might have to buy it.

 

If it wasn’t for commercials in this recording I wouldn’t get this blog done!


I was so excited last night. I finally finished one of my daughter’s socks.

I was so happy. But when I pulled out the other one, it was two inches longer in the cuff than this finished one. So Thursday was spend pulling the cuff back on the loom. It didn’t work as easily as I thought it would. So just now, I am finally back to the length when I did the stretchy bind off I thought worked out so well. Well, I’d like it to be as nice as it can be.

Oh, well, Though it was still another rainy day, the sky gave me a show so I could rest my eyes after all the close work.

What day is it anyway, was answered as my brother took out the trash. How can Friday be here so soon?


Wow! When did it become Tuesday?

 

While knitting lots, today, the sky looked like this:

No. Not my photo but Pixabay.com

There were winds and lots of tiny hail and rain that made a lot of noise. It looked like we’d have a huge lightning storm but we only heard the thunder once. But, darn it, it is still cold. I know I will be complaining in a few days about 110 degrees heat. But it is May and I would appreciate 80 okay?

I guess I could catch up on my binges. I finally finished Grey’s Anatomy over the weekend.

 

Then I talked to my daughter who reminded me that I needed to catch up on This is Us.

I’m sad because even though I love those two shows, being done leaves me flopping around with that no friends to watch zone. Oh during that time my son and I found Little Monsters. We laughed and so enjoyed it. I know. Zombies. But it was more about how a kindergarten teacher saves the kids and a very messed up band member. I may have to watch it again soon. It made me happy.

Even though the weather is making me hurt, including my hands, I want to get back to finding something to watch while knitting. Those socks don’t knit themselves!

Happy

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