Thursday January 30th 2025

Editorial Team / Admin · Jan 30

I hope you feel better soon, Joe.

No Stars In My Eyes · Jan 30

Time to do the "Nannie-Get-Up" thing.

Today is more gathering up all the trash to put out at the curb tonight for pick-up tomorrow. Also have to wash more dishes. But I hope to heavens I don't have to launder anything. Not that it would make a heck of a lot of difference to have to do so, but still, I feel I did enough yesterday that there should not BE anything to launder!

I am and have been depressed for several days. A "change in venue" would help me feel better. I don't need any more meds, for sure. Alas, there is no light at the end of this particular tunnel.....

Ado Annie, ASN, RN · Jan 30

I could use that change in venue, too. It was foggy here the last couple of days and that hasn't helped. Tonight Hubs and I are going to a comedy club. The comedian is Steven Ho, and the topic is "Tales from the ER" or something like that. The Gma sitter is coming at 5 so we can get on our way. Maybe it will perk me up. Though I get weary with too much vulgarity. It doesn't have to be squeaky clean, but I'd really rather not feel like I need a shower after the show. It has been years since we went to a comedy club but we used to enjoy it.

The plane crash in DC is tragic. Our president has already made ridiculous claims about it. I remember another crash in the Potomac... I looked it up and it must have been 1982. I guess it made such an impression at the time because back then I had made only a few trips by air and one of them was to DC (1979).

nursej22, MSN, RN · Jan 31

Overcast day, but I spent much of it inside, which is fine. I listened to a talk about watersheds and sustainability. That is a big deal around here, because of dwindling salmon, that fishers, the tribes, and the orcas depend on. I met with my gardening mentees about where they think they will volunteer, starting in April. Then dh took me out to lunch at a Mexican place. I had a veggie burrito that was delish. Then home, finally, to do a little yard cleanup. And I got a little jigsaw puzzling in while I listened to a podcast.

I watch Stephen Ho on Instagram. I think he's pretty funny, but yeah, a little coarse at times.

I really like to stay home, but have to admit when I go out and interact with other people I feel a little better. It sort of restores my faith in humanity, so to speak.

Feel better, Joe.

Tweety, BSN, RN · Jan 31

G'day.

I worked the floor with 6:1 ratio and it sucked. Got out reasonably on time though. Had a student so had to act profession. He seemed more interested in his phone and disappearing than actually learning. Oh well, I'm not his instructor.

I wish somehow my interactions with people would restore my faith in humanity but I'm overall pessimistic.

No Stars In My Eyes · Jan 31

I don't know if I'm a pessoptimist or opestimistic. I feel QUITE crabby sometimes, well, a LOT of times, but try not to let on, however, I'm not always so good at that. I pretend things are okay in person (not always on here though!) I know I'm not manic-depressive or bipolar, nor am I a danger to myself and others. I can think up really 'bad' things to do and say, but seldom say them now that I live with Nannie; many Southerners don't "get me" when I joke with wordplay. I have no connection to the family/white-picket-fence, church going folks. I can't say as I have any real friends here, just acquaintances and relatives by marriage. I feel kinda Pi$$t-off that my good intentions for coming down here haven't worked out the way.....heck, ANY way, that I had imagined it might. "I've just been too gone for too long," and I miss myself!

I used to say that the only people who KNEW me well and loved me anyway, were my husband and my mother. She died at age 93, in 2010, and he died of hepatic encephalopothy, plus at least 6 other things, in Fall of 2023, so I dangle out here in limbo. Although it isn't TOTALLY true (because how could it be?) I do feel that you guys have a better handle on my personality (so to speak) than anyone else right now. Even my sister didn't know how I really feel, and when I told her she is kind of shocked at how afraid I was of our dad, I honestly thought he hated me......all through our childhood. That kind of blows me away that my sister didn't see any of that. My younger brother has a little better understanding of that; he said he used to feel so bad when Dad was so frequently picking on me, but was also so glad it wasn't him getting picked on. But when I say, oh, dubious things, he generally gets it and laughs.

I got Nannie to bed at 9:15 PM. she said she had to go to the bathroom, so I took the opportunity to get her ready for bed and then walked her right into her bedroom. Her memory is so poor that I can do things like that and she doesn't notice the time or that the program we were watching wasn't over yet. My sister and I used to say, "Thank God for short-term memory loss", because when my mother would get mad about something (generally not at us, though), if we hushed up or changed the subject she was easier to deflect to another space in time and head. Except, the last time I saw her, about 1-2 yrs before she passed, she was sitting in bed with her eyes closed and her arms crossed, not looking at all pleased about ANYTHING....I put my hand on her shoulder, but she said, "DON'T DO THAT!" and she shrugged my hand off her shoulder. But I knew that was not my mother, because she was transformed by age and circumstances, which she did not like at all. If she hadn't gone through the parts of old age she hated, she would've continued as the "cute little old lady" she said she wished she was.

Okay, enough psychological history and philosophy!

j22~ Hope the comedian at the comedy club gets you laughing and not icky feeling by heavy usage of ....well. whatever makes you uncomfortable. I would not make a great audience member because I rarely guffaw. I have been known to exclaim "HAH!".

And I did see Mr. tRump on the news when he was claiming the plane and helicopter crash was PROBABLY caused by a DEI hire. ...I mean I SNORTED when he said that he didn't really know for sure, but he was "using his common sense", at which point I erupted explosively with a word similar to the meaning of bull-pucky. SMH. As a college friend used to say, "Life is a funny place to live." But the alternative...well, doesn't seem like it'd be much fun. I am no longer a giggler. Though I have to say I would welcome a good, hearty, long belly laugh meaning I find something VERY funny, or peculiar, or humorous, which can lead to helpless tears of laughter

BTW: I refer to 'him' as Mr tRump because I am trying to be somewhat "respectful"....tho' I sometimes wonder why I should be. That's about as much 'respect' as I can muster. I just don't want to get caught up in the whole hateful Rep vs Dem thing because 1.) It's useless, and 2.) I'f I keep it up, I could get in trouble by being entirely too voluable. And 3.) I just can't think of him as being presidential because, well, because he ISN'T! But since I am here during these "interesting times", I will try to live as if I were a grown-up on the surface of my life.

It is time for me to relax and shut the world out with some reading. It's 11 PM now and I would like to aim for turning my light out at 1 AM.....tho' I am not always very good at carrying out that intent. 3 AM is about when Momo starts getting restless and I know that's because it is way too late to stay up that long, so I do turn out the light then. I just would like some of the morning, like a few hours to be me, here quietly, until I can't avoid any longer doing my caregiving and house-wifely chores. I don't understand how women can have multiple children and don't go insane. Glad I knew very early-on that motherhood was NOT meant for me.

I would really like to live alone and have several cats and a dog......Yada-yada-yada, and maybe a partridge in a pear tree.