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Well, I would like to say the move is over, but the only part that is over is the change of residence. I am in my new apartment, and all is well. The real move work is just beginning however, with the finding the proper place for things. (Many times, the “proper place” has been the trash bin.) I found this Stonehenge like Trash Bins photo to represent a faux healing power of tossing things out. True enough, this work will be more fun…but right now, it is just frustrating…I am walking around boxes. The neat thing is all the boxes my friend packed are labeled with the contents…what a concept! You would think with all the moves I have made in my lifetime I would have caught on. I get in such a hurry to get things packed, I have been known to start labeling, but by the end of the day, just putting anything in a box that will fit! Those are the boxes that are like opening a present…never know what I might find.
This is a great senior community. I have met many of the residence members already. There is an outside water feature that many call a pool. It strikes me as funny to call it a “pool” ’cause it is only 4 feet deep at the deepest part. Guess it is a safety feature, as anyone over 9 years old can able to walk from end to end, touching bottom. My new community has a room downstairs with 4 computers for any resident to use. I am on one now…its not the greatest, but it is free. So, untill I decide to have a private internet service provider in my apartment, I will use this free one.
I knew two nights ago I needed to get back when I woke up from a dream about praising one of the bloggers I read regularly. I have been lax on that as well with the move. I tried to remember just what it was I thought I read, so I could write about it…but alas, I forgot when I finally got up. But I’m back, regardless.
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I asked the counter person at Arby’s today if they had senior soda. They did. So I got a small soda with my great Jr. Buffalo Chicken sandwich for a total of $1.07. As I sat eating my sandwich, feeling fortunate that I am a “senior” I reflected on 20-30 years ago, when my sister and her husband hit hard times.
It was winter in Texas, and not a lot of yard work to do, which was how they lived from week to week. They were also dumpster diving resellers. They would fix the broken, polish the dirty, and resell their “free” treasures. It was hard enough just to keep warm, much less keeping something in the pantry.
One afternoon, they went into a café, and ordered hot water. Then they mixed the hot water with ketchup, and ate the crackers on the table. Back then, crackers were on the table with the salt, pepper, and sugar, ketchup and mustard. When they finished, the waitress gave them the bill for 16¢, what the waitress decided was fair for the 16 packs of crackers they ate. They couldn’t even pay that.
So the waitress called the police to have them thrown in jail for vagrancy. When the officer heard the story, he looked at the waitress in disbelief. He reached into his pocket, plopped a quarter down telling the waitress to keep the change.
I miss my sister. She had a very hard life, and died of cancer two years ago. My head holds back the tears in my heart thinking of this story. Human kindness of that police officer kept the two out of jail…but what about the waitress? Did the event have any lasting effect on her? I hope so. I have forgiven her, someone has to.
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Today is the day my son was born many, many years ago. I am so pleased with him, how he takes care of me, looks in on me, and buys me techno stuff that he has to teach me to use.
One such item was an iPhone, two years ago, when they were relatively still new on the market, maybe. To this day, I have not learned how to download from the apps store. I did download the King Neptune’s Charter Fishing tours, and Craigslist, but anything else was to technical for me.
However, my life was definitely influenced by this gift. You see, I will never forget, after just six months of ownership , one of the features became second nature, an expected techno to work on other things.
You see, I still watch a television that has small screen with a thick back and is heavy to move. One day, on my couch, I reached out with my thumb and forefinger, separating them in the air in an attempt to widen the screen for better viewing.
I felt like an idiot, but laughed just the same.
I surfed around WordPress’s Freshly Pressed and found this lovely new blog. It’s a real promise of laughter to come as Joel has just started his blog, and it’s a hoot!
Talk about new!!! Just created this month, it is too funny. At least to me. Keep up the good work Joel, all the best to you.
Well, I have to get back to my other work, see ya tomorrow.
Recently I found a blog that agrees with me, and has some documented statements that support the idea that humor (especially the bust a gut laughter kind) actually HEALS the body and soul.
I will indeed have to look for it again, as i got so excited wanting to write about it for my Random Blog reading challenge, that i closed it out…However, I did capture the link: HUMOR HELPS YOU HEAL
Wanna see the best picture for this weeks challenge??My vote goes to Barb with Curiosity! Awww~a Never share the stage with animals or children, they’ll upstage you every time.
I have not left a comment to all the places I visited today, but have a plan for tomorrow. and even though this place is not a “new” blogger, I feel it is worth my attention. I want to come back and read more later. So for now, this is my RBR for today.
Tomorrow, the plan is to write a review of blogs that have me laughing!!! May be I will attempt a poll as well.
See you then.
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There is a movement going on started by one of my favorite blogger’s, that I find pretty darn cool. It is a challenge to read/comment on at least two new blog post a day. A day. Okay, let me repeat myself, A DAY! I accept this challenge, and hope to carry out the task. Adding random acts of kindness, a challenge that shouldn’t be limited to a special week, but rather performed several times throughout the year, is a great reminder of they way we should treat one another all the time.
So, I’ve added the random blog reading to my list of activities this week, (thank you Rosemary!)….hope to find ways of promoting other’s blogs this week, and commenting on them here in my WordPress‘s daily challenge of posting this week. One thing this challenge will do for me is to hone some of these backtrack, er, trackback pingy things…oh, you know what I mean, or else you are in my boat too, and we are without a captain. 😐
And if I have an inspired (writing) geniuses of my own, I will attempt at least to give a summary of it…Not so much for your viewing pleasure, as it is to remind me of what it was I thought about, so I can attend to it sometime throughout this year.
The “Random Acts” thing, well, I think I already do that, so I don’t need to join that…..or list any act that I have done, or will do, that is between me and my God, Jehovah.
I am extremely intelligent and good-looking.
Whattt?!!! You don’t believe me?!??
Hey, no body’s looking but me, I measure up just fine to my self, thank you.
A marriage made in haste is a pizza parlor with a Help Wanted sign in a colored plastic window beside the entrance, a horde of the community’s hoi polloi, standing, pressed together on a Friday night, PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED the only invitation.
At last, a table is ready. It seats only one, in the corner, dimly lit, beside a door wailing: EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY. One takes the chair in hungry desperation. What’s that? The waitress quits, the cook walks out, and the manager takes your order.
A chilling air blows endlessly across one shoulder.
Eons go by before the order arrives, blistering hot on an aluminum platter. Whetted appetite ravenously devours a slice, and a cockroach sedate, sliced in eights.
Author: K. Kelley, 1990