Borepatch recently posted regarding his dearth of posts.
Hardly. I told him I wait for friends and quality!
I, too, have been remiss in my blogging duties. Either in performing more than the minimum, or in leaving comments for my blogging brethren and sistren.
Turns out, there are reasons.
First, both my roomie and I have had recent health ‘issues’ and concerns. She, a number of surgeries; me, a rash-of-indeterminate origin, a bad fall and a blood clot scare.
Second, my focus has been on trying to help keep us afloat while she misses work (and income).
Third, the ongoing household chores and maintenance – they never stop! Dogs and cats to tend, trash to be taken out, groceries…
Two days ago, a leak from the upstairs shower became apparent, as water began coming through the ceiling!! Do we have homeowner’s insurance? Of course. Can we afford the deductible? NO.
And we have neither diagnostic nor physical plumbing ability…
The good news, is J. was released from her restrictive sling yesterday (following rotator cuff surgery). Only eleven more weeks of physical therapy for her to follow! And four more doctor’s appointments later this month.
My rash is largely gone (although I still itch, somewhat) and my bloated calf seems to be getting smaller. I return Thursday for another follow-up with my doc.
So, Life keeps us busy. And my focus has been less-than-perfect on the blog.
But, we will continue and prevail.
Billy Shakespeare said that.
I’d a recent experience, wherein I left a blog post comment @ one of my blogfriend’s™ blogs. A few minutes later, it occurred to me that I’d addressed him by someone else’s name!
And there was no method in his blogging software by which I could make a correction.
(I did go back and make a second comment, apologizing.)
This reminded me of a year-or-so ago, when a kind soul sent me a few dollars on my sidebar Paypal link. (hint, hint). It was late, I was preparing to retire, and had taken my evening meds. (HALF of the medication I am prescribed has possible side effects of memory loss!)
And I thanked him profusely, using a wrong name!
Then, I sent him another email, apologizing. Hopefully, I got it right the second time(?) I’ve not heard from him ever again.
At least, in the few significant personal relationships I’ve had in my lifetime with the opposite sex, I’ve not uttered another woman’s name whilst in flagrante delicto!
I don’t think? I wasn’t on this kind of medication, then…
I don’t know…
Life doesn’t always go as we plan or desire. We certainly cannot control others in their personal plans or desires.
Especially, in matters of the heart.
Sometimes, we must let them go…
When love is good, it’s very, very good.
And when it goes away, it sucks.
I’ve posted something DAILY, along with a quote, a cartoon, a picture of a beauty, and a You Tube clip, EVERY DAY FOR THE PAST FOUR YEARS!
Currently at 285,831 hits; 355 followers!
And, much to my continued surprise and delight, have not only attracted followers, but made friends! Some of whom have communicated with me off-line, and sent money and gifts I
probably don’t deserve. And some with whom I’ve had the privilege of sending lead downrange!
You guys are amazing!
My BLOG MOTHERS™ (including Tam and Brigid) whose own postings spurred me on to blogging, are a great joy! And terrific friends.
A special thank you to Borepatch, Murphy’s Law and Rev. Paul. Without whom, etc.
I plan on continuing to annoy, confound, confuse and disturb for at least another year.
(Or until the powers-that-be decide I need muzzling!)
This weblog remains a work-in-progress. As such, I’ve edited out some of the Usual Suspects who appear to be no longer blogging. If I’ve done so in error or you have a new link, please advise. My apologies.
THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR CONTINUED FRIENDSHIP AND SUPPORT!
*my very first blog post was so entitled Well, Here We Are…
Collectivism score: -33%
Authoritarianism score: -50%
Internationalism score: -50%
Tribalism score: 33%
Liberalism score: -50%
Frankly, I was expecting something a little less pejorative…
Your results may very. 🙂
I’m convinced a significant percentage of our adult population never (or rarely) considers the moral and ethical implications of their words and actions. And we are the worse off because of this. Most moral compasses have the needle missing. And we’re passing this lackadaisical attitude to our children.
It’s not too difficult to discuss this quality in a general way and offer advice on maintaining one’s integrity of the “just do it” variety. But a quick glance at the never-ending news headlines trumpeting the latest scandal and tale of corruption shows that that’s not always the most effective approach. While the foundation of integrity is having a firm moral code of right and wrong, it can also be enormously helpful, even crucial, to understand the psychological and environmental factors that can tempt us to stray from that code. What’s at the root of our decision to sometimes compromise our principles? What kinds of things lead us to be less honest and what kinds of things help us to be more upright? What are some practical ways we can check our temptations to be immoral or unethical? How can we strengthen not only our own integrity, but the integrity of society as well?
You should go and read the whole essay. And watch for the remaining three follows-up. Hell, you should be checking out TAOM on a regular basis, regardless!
So, hear I am, poised over my mail-in ballot, making my choices. (written over one week ago) Do I hold my nose with one hand (figuratively) or make a third-party choice. You will never know, as I believe in the Australian Secret Ballot! 😛
For those who didn’t care for the previous administration (and those who don’t care for the current one) here’s a partial list of current administration foibles, many carry-overs from the previous administration.
SO, Tweedledum or Tweedledee?
In 2009, I was diagnosed with lymphoma and given six months of chemotherapy. I lost my hair, my cancer, and my job. And it took me some time to get disability benefits, including Medicare. And on my meager disability, I couldn’t afford COBRA.
So I went for two years without any medical care, save affording some meds for my diabetes. The other conditions I have had to wait. Including follow-up with my oncologist.
When I was finally awarded Medicare last July, I thought great, now I can go see my oncologist. In the previous two years he had scheduled a number of tests for me, but as I couldn’t afford them, I didn’t go. And I worried about losing benefits if still in remission, and about not having gone soon enough if not. The classic double-edged sword.
But, I finally found some courage and went yesterday. My doctor completely understood why I’d not been in to see him, and I shared my trials of the past couple years with him: few meds, losing my home, fears about benefits, ability to pay the 20% Medicare requires. He was very understanding and accommodating.
He said as his exam showed no recurrence, and it had been over three years, there was no need for an MRI or other expensive tests! I’m to return in six months, and probably one more time after that. Then, only if I have symptoms. He didn’t think being in remission would affect my benefits. And, I’m still cancer free!
And isn’t knowledge and action better than ignorance and FEAR? Perhaps I’ll remember this next time.
My roomie and I have a running gag. Actually, we have many running gags. We’re a laugh-a-minute! One of these gags involves channeling her late father.
It seems, whenever he was pining over some current issue (e.g. gasoline prices) he would say:
You know, it wasn’t that way back in 1967…
to keep his memory alive as we are sick and twisted, we have adopted similar verbiage.
JEEZUS I hate paying XXX for this! It didn’t cost that much back in 1967 (or insert appropriate year).
Over at Random Acts of Patriotism, ASM826 takes a similar tack.
There were 2 million people living in the metro Detroit area and it was one of the manufacturing centers of the world. Detroit today…
Of course, it wasn’t all lollypops and roses. Racial strife, the Red Scare; let’s not forget the warts in this photo. But,
If only we had the WABAC…or a DeLorean…
h/t ASM826, Chattanooga Times Free Press
Or a reasonably facsimile, thereof. Eventually.
Having recently moved a house-full of stuff into one room, I’m still unpacking. And trying to find places to put stuff. Where I can find it when needed.
Ay, there’s the rub. Finding stuff. You see, my new
efficiency studio flat bedroom does not have a central overhead light. I’ve three lamps, two of the standing variety, one of which needs rewiring. And the one lamp is only accessible in a far corner, behind numerous boxes and plastic totes. I have to remind myself to leave the bathroom light on and the door ajar to find my way to the bedside table lamp. Or use flashlights, after dark.
Last night I was getting ready to retire, and thought I’d shave first, as I feel better swimming in the AM having done so. But alas, no new razors (which I’d just purchased last week) could be found, due to the multitude of boxes, coupled with the lack of proper lighting!
So, I guess I’ll take my stubble for a quick swim this morning. Sigh.
(I know this is just a minor annoyance, and that the issue will eventually be resolved, but last night I was ticked. I hate not being able to find what I need when I need it. Guess I’d better get cracking on unpacking.)
NOW, where to put stuff…?