Thursday May 8th 2025

G'morning. It looks to be a sunny day today, in the 60s. Last night, just as the sun was going down we had a rain shower, and a rainbow appeared as dusk set in. It was quite pretty. We volunteered at the demo garden yesterday, then went to a nursery to pick up some flowers for planters at our house. Standing on the concrete at the nursery triggered a stabbing pain in my heel, beside the constant burn.  I finally made an appointment to see about physical therapy. The receptionist wanted to book me for twice weekly visits for 6 weeks, even though I haven't been evaluated yet. That seems suspect. I have had mixed results with PT in the past, but I will give it a go. 

Tuesday night we didn't do too well at online trivia, finishing 8 out of 11. I did well on the bread round, but terrible on a round about Star Trek, Star Wars, and Stargate. It made me think of Herring and how much she enjoyed her Star Trek conventions. 

No plans for today, other than a bit of yard work. Friday and Saturday we will be volunteering for the big plant sale that the master gardeners put on every year. This is how we pay for materials and plants for the 4 demo gardens, and give scholarships for new master gardener trainees. 

Ah, jeez, another morning of hobbling pains when I first got up. I put 4 lidocaine patches on painful areas of my right hip and lower back. It took me a few minutes because I was shaking with discomfort. I took my meds and made coffee and came back to bed. It has started to ease off a little, thank goodness. Don't know what I would do were it not for lidocaine patches. Prefer capsaicin patches, but read on line that for some reason they won't be available again until the end of June. Does that make any sense at all? Not to me! 

It is now 12:15 PM and I have already gotten 4 unidentified phone calls which I have not answered. A plague of possible PIA calls, no doubt. I really hate the ones who supposedly leave me a voicemail but then say nothing. That's okay, I have no problem deleting them. I also keep getting calls from Humana in which they want me to call them back, but all it is about is that they want me to switch to receiving my meds from them through the mail, and I DON'T WANNA! You'd think that after mailing me the same offers over and over for weeks and weeks with no response from me MIGHT give them a clue. 

Well, it is 12:30 and I suppose I should get up, get dressed, and get Nannie going with her AM routine. HOPEFULLY Chatty CG will show up, and it would be nice if she wasn't late like she always is. I need to run over to Harris-TeeHee, and to the Wally-World pharmacy, and then come home and do dishes, and most likely need to do more of Nannie's endless stream of daily laundry. Oh, yeah, and gather all the wastebasket's trash to put out at the curb for tomorrow's pick up. So, nothing new here!

Sunny and 84 degrees with a chance of a thunderstorm this afternoon, around 4 PM. We'll see! 

Meanwhile.......up and at 'em.

Finally got a message back from SiL who told me that CG told US (well, I think she may have told ONE of us, but it sure wasn't ME.) that she would not be working Mother's Day weekend. What do I know from Mother's Day? I don't have a mother anymore! SiL said "we" should write it down, I told her to just start me on Nannie's dementia medicine ASAP. ? If only everyday wasn't the same old same old, as one day runs into another .... Overloaded? Burned out? Who, ME?

But I DO know that tomorrow AM I have to get up early to get Nannie ready so BiL can take her to daycare. I wouldn't say this out loud, but why don't I just take her to daycare tomorrow. No sense in BiL being the chauffeur;  because if I have to get up early, then WTH!

The dishes are done, 1/2 the trash collection is done, and I am on the 2nd of 3 loads in the washer.

I am a crock pot, stewing in my own juices. Right now I feel like a real MUTHA* and I think I should have an entire day of my very own, at least! But, oh well, so what and who cares. Pppffftttt!

Got a message back from CG. She said she told SiL last week that she wouldn't be here this week, but said she guessed she should have reminded her. But....  SiL forgot to tell ME. Oh well. 

CG has taken her mom to the beach for the weekend.

Going to swallow 1/2 Xanax so I don't ???.

well, how disappointing, Stars! 

Joe, the older I get, the more I appreciate ordinary days. 

J22, good luck with the PT. I've off and on had trouble with plantar fasciitis and it can be a real pain (to state the obvious). The flat canvas shoes that I would prefer to wear all the time are NOT good support for my feet, and right now I'm doing pretty well because I've been wearing some leather oxfords that do a better job. But they're starting to wear out. I really hate shoe shopping. 

My book club is meeting tonight, naturally on the other side of OKC, but I will go. It's at a Mexican restaurant and I would normally look forward to that but I still have very little ability to taste anything. Yesterday someone brought cookies to the hospital and I had one with a bit of lemon frosting on it and I could taste the lemon. The book for the month was The Guncle, which I read a few months ago and I didn't re-read it. 

G'day.

I've read The Guncle.  Not literary but a good mind candy read.

Hope the PT helps J22.

I won't go into the total incompetence about the refrigerator repair but suffice it to say I still have a broken refrigerator.  What is it about me that attracts such incompetence from so many people?

Work was really busy. 

Yeah, our book selections vary all over the place. But it was a fun read. Somehow we're ahead of ourselves so I've already finished the next selection, The Circus Train.