Batteries come and batteries go...hopefully!

Today we decided to go to the library, and it was a chilly day again perfect for spending time inside reading. The day, starting off in the mid forties, brrr, and only highs expected in the sixties again. So Hubby and I loaded into the chariot of transport and onward we drove…to the book-land! Everywhere we go Hubby has to take out my mobility scooter and put its lightweight pieces together that usually takes him less than five minutes. You see, we chose this particular model for that very reason; no necessity for an electronic lift, which could cost a thousand dollars or more. Hubby did his usual assembly and brought my cart to my door where I transfer on to it, I put my purse and water bottle in its basket and put the key in the battery ignition, but the juice fuel line was still in the red zone, and Hubby insisted he had recharged it over-night. So this concluded our tour for our outing, back into our gas ignited chariot to boogey onward towards home. Trying to pull the disappointment out of the day Hubby suggested grabbing a bite of lunch at our local sports restaurant on our way to our home, and so with my walker also amongst our arsenal of walking assistance tools in the vehicle; it is used for short distances and narrow spaces where I get to point A to B and will most likely having a seat waiting, like restaurants and narrow doctors offices. And so we grabbed a quick bite, and then went home to try and figure out if the batteries were gone for good or maybe then it could be the charger, the less expensive of the two to replace, only $60 for the charger compared to the $140 that the manufacturer wanted for the dual new batteries. Well, it was the dual twelve volt batteries; they apparently fried, in actuality they melted into their holder!
Hubby had a better more cost effective idea for replacement, Batteries Plus: batteriesplus.com, retail chain just up the road a piece still in our village so to speak. And so he called them, and sure enough they had our batteries in stock, and for considerably less at $44.99 each plus tax of course, total of $96.28, with a warranty and everything a wee bit of a savings, hooray! And the trip was on for Hubby, this time he made the trip solo and my scooter is now ready for our next outing without any hitches, yes!

I also received my A1c, diabetes test results today, at 6.3 I am still a pre-but will be closely monitored now and re-tested more often. Also agreed upon was the contacting the nutritionist, but that will be in April after Hubby’s Mom’s visit is well over; since she too enjoys eating out, and to tell the truth it is easier on me to do than cooking these days.

I hope that things here are not so boring for you all, but to be honest whose life isn’t most of the time? And this IS my life.

Good night to all and to all count those blessings and we will too!

The day started out with a very nice pleasant renewal of hearing from another old friend, but things changed

Why did the day change, you ask?
Well, in the very welcoming email my dear old friend sent was the comment that she had tried to Google me, hmmm ordinarily that would bring most to this site here at my Blog or even to my Facebook site, no problems there… But since I hadn’t Googled myself in quite some time, and so I tried it and was deeply disturbed by what I found.
And what was that you ask?
A site that spewed hatred of people with lists that determines race/ religion by surnames, and having a newer greener way to teach hating of people of those particular religions and races, just horrific!
Apparently, it was my own quote that got me into this dilemma, but I am still proud of what I said and will not take it back because I do believe it is true and that their site actually proves my point that, “Hate is a crime of stupidity.” There, I have said it again.
I would truly like for the person who put me on this, ”list” to know that although freedom of speech is a right they do have they should also know that using others’ quotes and names without their permission I believe is not, especially when utilized to promote hatred of surnames of those people who they do not even know!

Speaking of hatred, you know my father felt that word ‘hate’, which is a four letter word, by the way in case you didn’t notice, was an extremely powerful word, and it should never ever be used. He would say, when I as a difficult teen and would say that I hated this one or that one; he would always correct me and say to me that I do not hate anyone and should never ever. But my hate was always directed at a situation or verbal disagreement I was not happy with; never a person for their differences from me in race or religion.

My biggest fear of being part of too many minorities these days, my religion, my being an older woman and now being shorter, obese and disabled is that people will not see me for me, and the fear of invisibility or the inner me.
How many times have you heard people say that first impressions are how most are judged? I too was guilty of that. Well, with all the other problems in the world this is my true fear, and the only way I seem to be able to combat it is by talking too much, and smiling sometimes too often or inappropriately when out. I think I took my own quote to heart, “smiling fools the brain”, well it really does.
Now you ‘haters’ see what you can do with that one!

Good night to all and to all count those blessings and we will too!

Traveling hither and yon...whoa... a busy sort of day, great really!

As days come and go I do feel that we did accomplish quite a bit today, really!
Oh so you want me to express or show you some tangible evidence of that, eh?
Oh how Canadian of me, but I am an American just speaking some Canadian, sorry the Olympics’ influence I suppose, really, and doesn’t eh sound so much better than huh, huh, you say, but I am confusing you all, so sorry eh?

Any-who, today we did do quite a bit, we started out by going over to the doctors’ office to pick up my prescription to have another A1c test, diabetes test, but this time at a lab, so another payment, another Vampira! You know what I mean, the ones who stick you to remove the staff of life from you; phlebotomist I believe is the actual name of the job, and she did remove quite a bit more than what the others had in a so-called similar test. All the previous ones just did the finger stick, but this was inner arm worthy, and big guns, tubes I mean but in reality only one cylinder was filled to the brim with my gorgeous ruby nectar. See it is inside what counts, Mom was right! And I did know somewhere I was still beautiful, even though you wouldn’t know from my outside, oh well...

I got ahead of myself since I went out of sequence with our actual day, you see our second stop was NOT the lab at all, it was our county library, but Hubby could not find a parking spot, and so he just pulled up to the book return and put the due back book in there. We did have intentions of going inside but it was crazy there, as if they were giving things away for free, oh wait, they are! LOL

Our third stop was the lab and although the crowd was small, and I barely had a chance to make friends/conversation etc. with the usual waitees since I was called fairly quickly for my turn. Sadly they also had a magazine in the waiting room that I enjoyed for once and I had no time to finish, an architectural one. I so enjoy looking at those sorts of things interior design and such. The report will be ready in twenty-four to forty-eight hours or so, and I will more than likely have to make another appointment to get that with another paid office visit, oh posh, why does this always have to be money, money, money for this? I so enjoyed the days when we could just call to get our test results before all this so-called privacy protection, NOT! Why you say? Because it all goes into the C-O-M-P-U-T-E-R, but of course you all know that.

Our fourth stop was a frivolous one, we received one of those gotcha ads to win a new car if your scratch off with a key attached area on the literature sent to you and that supposedly opens something, the scratch off says you are a winner, and of course they all are, but this time we thought eh we would go see what’s up with that, after all it was an ad campaign at the dealership where we originally bought our current vehicle. Hubby went in alone, since getting out my scooter would be rather time consuming and we really felt he wouldn’t be there too long. Yep he did win a scratch off ticket, and it was a bummer one, a no good loser! Should’ve known better; no one should expect something for nothing! On our way back we stopped at that Irish Deli we tried way back in the fall, and had a healthy lunch, a chicken roll-up, and Greek salad for me, and Hubby had a lesser health oriented Cuban Panini, but we both enjoyed our choices.

Last stop was our grocery for my prescriptions, and some more of this and that grocery items, and finally home sweet home!

I bet you all have to admit that was a pretty busy day?
Well, Hubby’s Mom’s neighbor called just before dinner tonight to say Mom was over there and sad and lonely and upset, we all took turns calming her and had her laughing by the time we hung up, sweet small rewards are what blessings are made of, and if you think a bigger or better this or that is what makes you better then you are way off!

On that joyous note of a warm inside good feelings, making someone else feel better is the best gift in life! Good night to all and to all make your blessings by making someone laugh, and feel better for that’s the true meaning of giving, and we will count our blessings with you too!

Halleluiah!

Hubby’s Mom has finally made arrangements to come on down next month, yeah!
Now we can get on with other things, you betcha.

My letter to the editor appeared again in the local newspaper. I do believe this was my twentieth or more published by them over the years, I lost track, actually.
This time I was agreeing with a previous letter from another reader commenting on the length of time that the debate has been going on about health care reform, and how it is really costing us more, not less not being there for the uninsured masses. Think about cost over-runs for hospitals, doctors’ offices, etc. that they find themselves having to absorb. Maybe this analogy will help you all, shop-lifting, think about this now when people steal merchandise from retail stores the only way the stores can make up for their losses is to charge the rest of the consumers more for their products, got it? It is really that simple. When the uninsured have medical emergencies and can’t pay their way the populace therefore the insured pay higher premiums, doctors have to charge more to make up their differences, so you see, having a universal health care system would save everyone money! TA DA!

I bet most of you thought it all stems from Hilary’s trying way back in the 1990’s during her Hubby’s administration, well that was its elderly period, actually you would have to go back much, much further than that, would you believe a few centuries ago?
Yes, the idea or seed what-have-you was initially planted by of all people, Teddy Roosevelt around the turn of the twentieth century, and his Cousin continued to try for a resolve during his presidency as well, that is FDR of whom I am speaking, and on and on, but still nothing. Those wheels of progress do slow down sadly in the bureaucracy we laughingly call our government. I do have faith in it though the right for eighteen year olds to vote took many, many years too way back in FDR’s time, before it was passed in 1972, but by then I was 22, and had been voting for a year!

My main concern expressed in that letter was how our age for life expectancy is diminishing in length, instead of increasing, shocking! We should all be appalled at that revelation, which is available to any who wish to look it up. There are too many countries that are ahead of us in that avenue of longevity. I am though, referring to the next generation, not the elderly ones now or even their children who would be us, but the grandchildren the offspring of us 'Baby Boomers', our children’s children, and isn’t that just horrific?

My resolve is simple hire an ‘ombudsman’ to negotiate all written policy prospectives, and usher them through the house and senate. He or she could work sort of like a mediator, which they really are, to keep the sanity and to create something we can all care about.

On those thoughtful ideas I will wish you all a very good night and tell you all to count those blessings and we will too!


PS Happy Birthday to my Mom, up there in heaven; where I do know you are! Today would have been her 99th!

Do you like money?

Tell the truth, I know you do.
Who doesn’t like money?
Notice I am using the lesser infatuating verb, ‘like’ instead of the all too overused, over the top, excessive one, ‘LOVE’.
Although, I am sure there are many of you out there who really do ‘LOVE M-O-N-E-Y.’
Come on people, in this day and age of greed causing such a public outcry when used inappropriately and of ruining our worldwide economy; do you all still have that need to be so wealthy that you have too much of it all, and have no idea what to do with any of it?
Does anyone out there really know the meaning of the word, E-N-O-U-G-H?
Let’s dissect that word, enough, it truly does mean: what you have meets your needs of your requirements, nothing more or less, got that?
Simplicity at its finest, I do think.

The best way to realize that an over abundance is disgustingly harmful and vulgar is to go volunteer with people who have less than you. I thought it was a great experience when I had the privilege of working on the 1990 Census in the Daytona Beach area, what a wakeup call. I met millionaires who were unhappy and a single mother with three children living in small apartment and managing on just ten thousand dollars a year. OK, that was then, and this is now, and that is way below our current poverty level, but you may be able to get my point? Fast forward two years mind you, Hurricane Andrew hit south Florida, Hubby and I, and our sons all went down to help those people, and you know what they said about their materialistic losses… they were still alive everything else they could live without, although many did mention the photos of family that blew away, but that’s not monetary, although most would consider priceless! Folks these were people whose homes were flattened in front of their very own eyes, with some of them still in them!
Talk about having a unique perspective of what really matters!

Contrary to public wisdom money does not bring happiness or health. Most recent example is Ted Kennedy with the health issue; he could afford the best doctors in the world but still he died from his brain tumor.

People some days I feel like slapping you all silly!
I grew up without wants or needs with everything being provided for me, very fortunate; I do now realize as an adult and get mystified by others greediness.
No, really, what is it that you really need in life to get that elusive satisfaction of enough?
If you can be honest with yourself and your loved ones, now I am talking people, people, not the almighty dollar, yen, euro or what have you, but I mean the flesh and blood living species that you are tied to by blood, take those dearest ones and discuss what is really important. And I bet, no, I absolutely know that your lives will change for the better by having come to terms of what is your, ‘ENOUGH’. Look up the true meaning and start there; it is only a suggestion but then I am full of it, as you all know! LOL

Provocative, I hope, making us all rethink what is truly important at the minimum, and so on that note of my motto to live by with my personal, ‘enough’, goodnight to all and to all think exactly what you’re counting when you do count those blessings and we will too!

PS: Ooops, I almost forgot last night we watched…Duplicity! Ta Da!

Movie Night

What we have here is Duplicity, Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, with The Surrogates as the topper.
That sentence almost made sense; ya think?
Actually, those are all titles of the movies we have for tonight’s viewing pleasure if we so desire.
I know, I know you were all thinking something else…let’s breakdown why that is… the title, ‘Duplicity,’ makes one think of contradiction of thought, deed, or speech, yep that’s what it means.
Now we all do know Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, you get my point?
‘The Surrogates’ throws a wrench into the flow of what I was trying hard to create here. A motif of entertainment for the evening, although those three 2009 cinematic treasures would keep us up all night, since they are, in order of discussion: 125, 105 and 89 minutes long! That’s like over five and half hours or is it days, sometimes I get confused, NOT!
Yes, I do know it could be done.
But my attention span isn’t that long anymore; isn’t it funny how we go backwards when we get older? Neither is my constitution to stay awake for all those hours, staring at the TV monitor.
So what we have to do is chose…hard stuff here, but the good thing is we have them for as long as we so wish. Now ‘Duplicity’ is a spy movie with Julia Roberts and Clive Owens, and ‘Beyond’ is a remake of a 1956 movie, but this one is with Michael Douglas, and the last ‘The Surrogates’ is a sci-fi sequel with Bruce Willis, what to see, oh, oh what to see decisions, oh my?
Wouldn’t life be great if that was the hardest thing we had to do; decide on what movie to watch?
Guess I will have to make that difficult conclusion up with Hubby’s in-put, later on tonight…don’t worry, if I remember I will notify all of you on what that was tomorrow night, OK? LOL
After last night’s journal of unending prose I have decided to be kinder and gentler tonight and close this with less than a thousand words, and no dramedy.

I know dear followers, and I use that term loosely, since only one fesses up as my only, but that your hearts are broken on how you enjoy my overdone drivel, and we all must take baby steps even in the momentary flowing of this specter of flowery text, too much too soon may spoil you all, LOL.

How I do love to be silly!
Good night to you all and to all of you count those blessings and we will too!

PS many may have noticed that I have entered the age of Norm Crosby writings, but his is on purpose and mine is not, only by accident, or is that occidental? He was a master of malapropism, me too? LOL