I confess: it’s time to actually write something rather than just posting pictures. So … let me see … no … got nuthin … 😉
Seriously, it seems like it’s time to list a little listy of what transpires in my little life and little brain.
- Some of you will remember the parking ticket that we got in Niagara on the Lake back in May. Well, I sent them a cheque a long with a nice letter including pictures, like the ones that I posted here at the time, and the cheque was never cashed. That pleases me, and it’s not really due to the 25 bucks saved.
- Speaking of old blogs and thinking of old logs, the fence that came tumbling down last April is just this morning (Friday) being replaced. The whole sorry fiasco may be worth a blog about bureaucratic incompetence and homeowners’ shortsightedness someday. I’ll have to see if I really want to tread that ground. Sigh.
- So far, Nikki Dee loves school but for the first time the other day suggested that she stay home. That didn’t take long. But it is good that she’s been so positive, and I hope that was a blip caused by tiredness.
- Speaking of Nikki Dee, I taught her how to play Frere Jacques on her little toy piano. It broke, and she hadn’t played it for awhile. Last weekend, a keyboard came up on Cuppa’s iPad when ND was here for a sleepover, and the kid was able to play the tune pretty well — better than I would have after the layoff and a different keyboard, I’m afeerd. That’s the difference between a young mind and an old mind. Eh?
- And speaking of old minds … in the shower just moments ago, I thought of something that should most definitely be included in this list. Most definitely. By the time I was drying myself off, however, I no longer had a clue as to what it was. Unfortunately, this is not an unusual occurrence. 😦 😦
- Nikki Dee’s mom has been very sick and off work for much of this past week. So we have brought Zach over to our place most of the time so Mom could rest and so we could stay as far as possible from her ghastly germs. He has fit in rather well except for the day he didn’t nap at all, but I think that was one of those flukes that happens from time to time. In any event, he did amuse himself happily in the crib for quite a long time, chattering and singing to himself, so all was not lost.
- I have developed a numb patch, about the size of my hand extended, on my right leg just above the knee. It’s been there for more than a month now. The doctor said it should go away on its own and if it stayed that I should pay a return visit in another few weeks. My prediction: it won’t [go away], and I may [go back] … if I can perceive that there might be a point to it. All I can foresee is subjecting myself to a battery of tests which will prove nothing, except that I have a spot of numbness.
- I have been paying the way for my dentist’s next round the world cruise lately. I hadn’t had a cavity for many many years, perhaps up to two decades, but then I had two. One was big, and the job also involved repairing a chip (not the potato kind) in the same tooth. Since the move here, I have not been regular about checkups and professional cleanings. Lesson learned. I resolve to keep my visits to shorter checkups if at all possible because my old body doesn’t take to long intervals in that confounded chair like it used to. It wasn’t built for comfort let me tell ya.
- It’s been a bit of an upsetting week dealing with someone who lies through his teeth and cares not one whit about the rest of humanity. Fortunately, we don’t have to live with the guy. Unfortunately, he does impact our lives.
- However, that makes me think of an radio interview that I heard recently on the subject of hope. This author, a nun/sister, made the point that hope was not so much about the future but about the past. Because we have endured trials and tribulations in the past and emerged and learned from them, we can legitimately carry the hope that we will have the strength to cope with whatever current or future problems might beset us.
- I woke up around 2 o’clock last night, which invariably happens when I forget to take a sleeping pill. After a few hours I start to toss and turn and soon find myself thrashing about. As I become more and more awake, I tend to end up hurling myself out of bed in desperation, sometimes uttering naughty words. The problem these days is that I’m usually tired enough to go to sleep without too much difficulty. I might be reading, and I just close my eyes and drift off to sleep forgetting to take my pill. But I can’t seem to stay asleep without pharmaceutical assistance for some reason. Normally, if I wake up and remember that I’ve forgotten, I’ll take the pill no matter what the time, which is generally by 3 o’clock at the latest, because it doesn’t seem to give me a hangover the next morning no matter how late I consume it. When that happens I will generally get back to sleep in another hour or so and then sleep through until morning. Last night, I decided to be strong and abstain. As far as I can tell, I didn’t sleep again despite the fact that I remained in bed for about three of the next five hours. So … doncha dare tell me it’s psychosomatic because I honestly don’t know that I’ve forgotten the pill until I wake up in that miserable state. Fair enough?