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23 febrero Knock, Knock. Who's There?"It's me, dellgirl." "Who?" "Dellgirl. Remember the one who gets herself into all kinds of fixes and has to improvise to get out of them? Remember the critter and the terrycloth slipper, the wild ferral cat in the 'racoon trap'? That's me." Well, no. I didn't drop off the face of the planet. I got waylaid by stuff - like work and, I'm not getting paid because it's my own work I have to do. I've worked so hard and so much since the new year started, I'm thinking about going out and getting a real job again. This retirement is getting to be a bit much. Too much work to do around here. Oh well! First, I wasn't going to blog until I did a thing or two around here then, I decided to blog first and do the work later. Wouldn't you know it? Somebody had the fonts on my computer screen so huge there were only a few half sentences to be read at a time. While I tried to remember how to change the font back, I clicked on something I shouldn't have and messed it up worse than the giant fonts. Sheeze! Now I'm woking (trying to) on Jordyn's laptop and the setup is really very complicated. It has this teeny-tiny little itty-bitty red button between the letters H, G, & B that you use to move the cursor with...uggghhh. Then there's the click button, I can't even describe it. And, to top it all off - insert, delete, tab and everything else is placed differently - not like on my desktop or the other laptop. Doubbbble uuuggghhhh!!! Like they say, "If it ain't one thing, it's another." Not to worry though, I'm persistent if nothing else ( family says "stubborn"). I just wanted to let you know where I've been, what I've been doing and, that I will be around as soon as I can to visit you (all). Gosh durn, I can't even type you all without using the stupid parenthesis because of that little voice in the back of my head. I don't know why, I break so many other rules that one shouldn't matter. I'd better let you go, see you soon. 12 febrero Break Broke BrokenEarly last summer the a/c konked out, then the dryer, a cell phone, back to the a/c...something different. During the second cool front, the central heat decided to get in on the fun, kerplunnk - it died. The a/c /heater repairman calls me Mom now. "Oh, what the heck?", thought the blender. "Let me jump in this game." It fizzled out. Two weeks ago the dryer quit -again. What the dryer didn't know, was that the stubborn side of me had been forced out of contentmentville. I grabbed a roll of tv cable wire, hammer, nails, and the step stool. Back in the newly cleaned game room that we now use for storage, I searched for and found studs on either side of the room. It took some doing but I reminded my body parts that we could do this, we used to do things like this on a daily basis. Climbing up on ladders, hammering nails in walls high above our head wasn't rocket science. A few whacks with the hammer and one nail was set. I wrapped, tied, and knotted one end of the wire to it and bent the nail up so the wire wouldn't slip off. Then I put in a second nail and bent it over the first one to keep it in place. On the other side of the room, I repeated the process, pulling the wire tight. Taa-duummm! A clothesline, long enough and strong enough (I hope) for a washer load of clothes. I hardly miss the trecherous old dryer now, and I'm sort of looking forward to putting a clothesline out in the back yard this spring. Every time I hang a load of clothes on the line, I remember the 60's when all we had was a clothes line. We didn't have a dryer until I was 13 or 14 years old. Ha, make me go back to my roots! I still remember. 07 febrero Sending You An Angel Friends, here is an angel from me to you.
 You don't need to do anything with it. I'm changing the rules. You won't get rich. You won't have five years of bad luck. You won't be cursed with zits. You won't be able to count how many people love you by the number of responses you get back - I couldn't figure that out -but, I love you. 06 febrero 25 Random Things About Me
“How was it?” I asked her. “Oh Mama, it was wonderful, I had the baddest dress at the prom!” said it all. |
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