CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY TO THE FARM…..
And this is how the story goes…
Recently I decided to sit in my nest…you remember the building of my nest …my really big chair in the living room…just when you needed a break from stress or a nap or just something…you could crawl in the nest and just do nothing…
Now I had not been in the nest for awhile…as you know the “watchin chair” has held my attention …coloring and checking out Birdville..but I just needed to sit awhile in the nest
Now since the weather heat has finally been on a down slide the drapes were drawn to let in some on the sunlit and as I sat there I looked around and said …OMG… piles of dust were everywhere…like in really OMG….so I set my mind as to what needed to be done…
Next morning I was up and put on my heavy work socks…and moved in the heavy equipment..several of those dusters with handles …several cans of whatever..and dust rags..and anything else I could find to help with the process….
So I thought I would start with polishing the coffee table…I don’t know why people have these things..they just stick out in the floor in the way..you have to walk around them and crunch your legs up if you sit on the couch..but I have one so this is a good place to start..now crunching up legs to reach and puffing some of the polish on the table and we are off…things looking pretty good and then I look down….and there is a mouse…a real mouse..not a toy a real mouse…laying right there by my shoe…ohohoh I am up and going quickly to the bedroom for son to come and handle this…but son is asleep and I don’t want to wake him…so I tell myself to be brave…the mouse is dead…I think..but I hate mice, rats and snakes...like in super hate…OK I can do this..I put on a glove…get a plastic bag and …..you guessed it…picked it up for disposal….if it had moved a whisker you would not be reading this….
Later when son woke up and we discussed this…son says …mom did you think about the fact that Ranger(the cat) brought this in for you a Christmas present and he just had not gotten it wrapped yet…
Now at 82 I think that I am growing taller…I had always thought that at 5ft 6 it was pretty ok…however I have found that I have a problem with those chain thingys that hang down from the ceiling fans etc…I either have had to try to stand on tip toes or get the step stool or really stretch and try to grab on and sometimes this causes a couple of things…I might fall but most of the time it causes me to pull the chain out…son says…mom you have a problem with these chain pulls as he replaces them…BUT I have a new ceiling fan in my bedroom and it has a couple of chains..one for light and one to make the fan move…on it being installed I noticed that if I leaned on the bed and really reached I could manage it…however the last several times I have needed to pull…I simply reach up normal and there it was…does anyone know if you grow more as you get older.
Just letting you know that I have had it with “gentle eye doctor”…I am removing the gentle part and simply going to call him “eye doctor” and if some things don’t get better..it may go down to simply “sir”
I realize at 82 body parts just began to wear out and some do not carry a warranty
Well the old bad eye developed an infection or so I thought …red ..sore…and a knot was coming on my eyelid..yup right on that dude…so that meant a trip to his office…now sitting his chair…he got out the serious lights and looked and said…yes you have a chalazion...if you look it up it is a stopped up oil gland…my version is a “boil on your eye lid”….and the treatment is that it needs to be lanced..like in cut open and drained…like in hurt...like in hurt like h*ll…like in no other kind of treatment…and I looked over at the computer with my record on the screen and it said…she is a cry baby…
So no need to go on with this…I did and he did…and I left with a big white patch…covering my eye...following treatment…getting better..
Coloring is still going good…pictures going out all over everywhere..keeps me busy and always looking for the next person who needs flowers…
Mary my friend across the pasture…the one who has cancer… liked her calendar and we agreed that for the next 12 weeks I would not need to do something creative for her…but she says…save it for something “really big” at the end of that time…well this has set my brain in overdrive…something big…now I went thru my card pile and found some cards that I will mail to her along…but something big…she ends treatment the last part of November. And her surgery has been set for December…but a wonderful little thing came up on my facebook page…POP UP CARDS…I loved the look of them..so shopping for one for her to receive at the end of the next round…and after surgery I plan for a diploma of completion to give to her…whewwwww…..glad that is settled..
For now guess that is just about it from the farm…mom nature has sent rain..and some cooler weather…THANKS MOM!!
Redbird
The word writer
“getting old is not for wimps”