Our First Harvest

We had our first "harvest" yesterday. Actually, it was a much-needed thinning; but, we used them for our lunch salad so that nothing was wasted. The birds snipped off our watermelon starts; there is only one or two left. As of yesterday, we had one strawberry that was getting larger than any ever have; the birds hadn't found this one.

We have what appears to be several squash growing where we planted flowers -- the seed packet said flowers. Our beans and our peppers aren't growing much, but the tomato plants and potato plants are. The leaf lettuce has been beaten into the mud several times by all the rain; but it is looking a little better and we had some yesterday.

The peonies bloomed beautifully, then were beaten down by the rain. Roses, same thing. The white roses should bloom any day now. The grass is nice and tall.

I had 4 out of 6 piano students as non-paying this past month; I also have lost one, permanently, now, as of June. I think it is time to get out of the piano teaching business and apply myself full-time to my copywriting job. With people hurting so badly with the economy, the piano teaching has been unreliable for about two years now. I nearly lost my home last year, and I have only paid half of the May payment. My parents had to come to my rescue for my car. I'm 54. I'm too old for this nonsense, and they are too old to be rescuing their adult daughter. Time to make some changes.

I am going to attempt to post some pictures of our "recession garden" and our first harvest and first salad from the harvest. It was pretty good. MK does not like eating hosta leaves or dandelion greens or heads. They are too bitter for her taste.

There Are Angels

There are Angels. Some are "living" here among us. No, not the ones with wings and halos. These come in the forms of Daddies and Moms, Daughters and Sons-in-law, and sisters. (Sons, too, but I don't have one of those!)

L's "Alleged" Murderer Set Free

After two years of being jailed, L's "alleged" murderer was released at noon today. On the news they stated that prosecutors decided it was the best way to go because if he goes to trial and is found not guilty for some reason, due to lack of proper DNA or other evidence, they would not be able to re-try him later if better evidence turns up; therefore, they set him free so that if better evidence shows up, he can be brought back to trial.

I wonder where he will be. What will he do? Will he be back in the neighborhood? Will it be unsafe to let the dog out to potty at night? Do I need to turn every light on in the house in order to feel safer, even though I'm sure lights won't make me safer.

I have no reason to feel that he is going to target me. I have no idea why he chose L. She was single, 52 at the time, red-head, quiet, minded her own business, fed the stray cats in the neighborhood, etc. Maybe she just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. Maybe she saw something she wasn't supposed to see. Maybe we'll never know. I hope they find whatever evidence they need to bring to justice whomever it was who ended this quiet lady's life. If I could ever ask him one question, it would be, "Why?" I'm quite sure his reason would never, ever justify taking her life.

Tiny Miracles - Or Maybe Just Tiny Minds (Mine)

Sometimes it's those tiny little miracles that happen that get you through a day. I decided to check my Paypal account today to see if I had at least $20 in it (you have to take it out in increments of $20 when you use the ATM machine to withdraw) to add to MK's "fund" for her trip to St. Louis over Labor Day Weekend. I was surprised to see I had more than that.

I had made a little ebay sale in April and left the money in there and pretended it wasn't there so that I could use it for MK's trip to St. Louis. Instead of just pretending it wasn't there, I had forgotten it WAS there. So, for now, instead of using it for the trip to St. Louis, I'm going to use it for the license plate sticker on the car. This will prevent me getting a fine or having the car towed away.

That leaves me with about two weeks to make up the trip money somehow. It will be okay.

Sometimes it pays to have a tiny mind.

Squish, Splat, oh H-E- Double Hockey Sticks!

You know it's going to be a good day (not) when . . .

You know how it is when you get up and the first thing you need to do is go pee, but the old Schnauzer needs to go worse than you -- and he is doing his if-you-don't-take-me-out-now,-I'm going-to-pee-on-the-floor dance? Well, so, I go to the back door and I don't bother to turn on the light (it is a dark back porch, hate that); I let Mr. Happy out the door. He just stands there on the sidewalk and looks at me. Something's up. He should be flooding a spot on the ground by now.

So, I'm standing there with my legs crossed telling him to go potty and pointing in the direction of his personal space in the yard. I decide to shut the door and come back for him after I take care of my own business. I take a step back and squish! I stepped in dog poop! Happy didn't have to go at all; he was just making the great escape before I figured out what he had done!

How do I know it was him and not Sophie (Italian Greyhound), or even Baby (cat)? Well, Baby and Sophie go in their own litter boxes, or in close proximity. Besides, their poo is small. Happy's is larger and he walks all around when he poo's, so it isn't in just one spot. That's right. Poo all over my back porch! At least he went there, near the back door, and not in his favorite place on the dining room floor. Dumb dog, dumber than they come, dog!

Oh, yeah, and when I had opened the back door, it raked through the poo. Nice, real nice.

So, I hobble around on one foot and one corner of one heel, sort of crossing my legs, and I get his poo picked up in a bag and then use my Swiffer Sweeper Wet Wipe Mop Thingy and mop the floor real quick. No problem. Off to the bathroom!

Squish! What the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks is that cold and slimy . . . ohhhhhh, vomit. Yes, dog vomit. This is Sophie's. How do I know? She does this from time-to-time. She eats grass and then up it comes later. Oh, and she was doing it again moments later. Anyway, same foot, now slimed, and a new sheet of Swiffer Sweeper Wet Wipe Mop Thingy, legs still crossed, and I'm mopping again -- this time the kitchen.

I finally did make it to the bathroom, jumped in the bathtub and washed my feet, and somehow managed to get there (potty) in time not to have to clean up my own mess. While in there, I hear MK calling, "MOM! I think Sophie's throwing up!"

What's with the ants and spiders this spring? I've been fighting ants, tiny ones . . . and yesterday I killed 4 white spiders and then one more this morning. I have a ridiculous fear of spiders and they seem to want to haunt me right now.

Last night, MK and I were having fun throwing bean bag toys at each other in bed and her eyes suddenly got as big as quarters and she points to the wall above my head, "SPIDER!" I leapt out of the bed so fast you wouldn't know I can barely move in the mornings due to arthritis. Amazing what the fear of spiders can do for you!

Anyway, in the morning, MK was getting out of bed and there was another one in her bed. You know what, that little slowpoke can really move! Amazing. MK, not the spider. Well, actually, the spider moves pretty swiftly, too. Well . . . he used to.

UNCLE, already!

I cry UNCLE! Gee whiz! I give up. Someone got into my car again in the wee hours Wednesday morning. It is parked in the street now instead of the driveway. It still has the garbage bag over the missing window from the last break-in; at least they didn't need to break any windows to get in. It is still not in driving condition.

I haven't had the money to replace the window or the ignition switch. There is also some other problem with starting it besides the ignition -- thus, the unsuccessful attempt to start it by last month's car thief. This time, I'm not sure if they were trying to steal the whole car or not since the ignition is already torn up, it is hard to tell. They did ransack the glove box and the center console. There's nothing in there they want. They just throw my papers all over the inside of the car.

I won't have the money any time soon to fix the car. Income is just not rolling in right now. It will be fixed when I can scratch it up. The license plate renewal is due on the 14th, and I don't see that happening either. If I could get a certain someone to get his old piano and crap out of the garage, I could keep the car in there -- but, after it's been in there for 7 years or so, I don't see that happening. After the second time the car was damaged, I stood there and cried and he said, maybe I can get that piano out of the garage (which he hasn't, still) and you can keep the car in the garage. As J says, that's like closing the barn door AFTER the cow escapes!

Wed. morning I went to R and asked him if he could get that piano out of the garage and told him someone had been in the car, he basically said that won't do any good and I need to junk the car. Well, why not store it until I can scrape up enough to get it running again? Don't people fix cars anymore? I sure can't afford to buy another one.

J has offered to let me have/drive his (deceased) mom's car around town and he set a price for it and I could just work for him to work off the amount instead of coming up with the money. Well, that is very good of him to try to help me, but he says it can't be driven on the highway because the overdrive is out. R says I could still use it to take MK to Indy for contest, but I would have to take Rte. 40 (which I do anyway) and drive 45 mph. This would help me for in town purposes for a few months, but eventually, I'm going to be saddled with two gimp cars, and several hours of labor I don't really have time for.

License plate renewal is due the 14th, and I can't pay that this month, so I've got to find a way to get the car off the street so I don't get fined and the car get towed away, which I'm sure would cost me a lot, too. R said if I could get it started, we could take it over to his brother's in WTH and leave it there until his brother returns from his 3-month duty with the Nat'l Guard. When bro returns, he could maybe find out how much it will take to fix whatever it needs, and maybe I could eventually get it done.

Anyway, my whole point here is, when bad people do bad things to other people, they don't give one thought to the hardships they cause those people. One brief moment they cause harm, damage, pain, even death, and unsuspecting innocent people are left with the consequences for longer periods of time. Financial difficulties are increased when trying to deal with what has been done -- taking money or time away from other things needed in their lives or their families' lives. Of course, in the instance when they physically harm someone, or even kill them, the effects can last a lifetime.

A few years back an acquaintance was murdered. She was a single Christian woman about my age. She was a good person who took care of aging parents and minded her own business. One parent had alzheimer's, the other one was deceased at the time she was murdered. All she was doing was feeding the outside cats before she got ready to go to work. Why? Why?

She lived relatively close to me. I lived in fear for a couple of years after that. I still leave lights on inside the house all night every night. I feel like I would have some warning because I have two noisy dogs. The one accused of murdering her was already in prison for something else when they found out it was him. He may be in prison, but I still live in fear. We've had some really bad people living right next door to us over the years. Right now, so far, there seems to be ok people there.

Street fights in front of my house with 21 or so people . . . gangs of people forcing their way into the house next door when there was a baby living there . . . threats of shooting . . . shots in my porch window . . . numerous of mine and R's tires slashed here . . . graphic threats (shown by way of graffiti drawings) of what would be done to me if I remove the graffiti one more time . . . my sister's car window shot out while she was driving to work, R was "rolled" (I think that is what you call it), or knocked unconscious as he was leaving work one night and his $50 taken from his pockets . . . attempts to steal my car two or three times . . . what am I to do? Wait it out? Hope nothing physically happens to me or MK? Hope the house next door burns down like so many in this neighborhood do --( and why do they?????) That would take care of any more riff-raff moving in.

I think I am a good person. I don't bother anybody. I try to help people in whatever little ways I can. I work hard. I scrimp to get by. I do without a lot. The government and other financial advisers tell us to cut back on spending. I don't think I can cut back much further. But, those bad people out there are forcing me to find ways to spend over and over and over on fixing up what they don't care about, but what means a great deal to me and MK. Uncle! I give up!

Red Mule, Popsicle, Funk & Wagnalls & the Internet

MK and I have decided that we can now safely declare that spring is here! Red Mule and Popsicle came out of hibernation yesterday. That is a sure sign of spring. They are MK's two turtles. If I am remembering correctly, Popsicle is entering his fourth summer with us and Red Mule is entering his third. We walked all the way up to Save-A-Lot to get bananas for them because that is their favorite treat. We like them, too!

Even though it didn't rain yesterday, we did not go out and plant any more garden items. It was so muddy and still a bit chilly; besides, I had laundry to wash and hang out to dry, and doors and trim to cover with a second coat of paint. We will plant a few things today.

Early on, probably in the winter or fall, R had said the only place to plant in our yard is the southeast side -- front yard -- because it is the only sunny spot. Recently, he stated I should plant along the west side of the house, where the ferns grow, where the sewer system is. Well, why would I plant where the ferns grow and where it is shaded by mine and the neighbor's house? Also, twice since we have lived here, the sewer has backed up there and had to be repaired, and I don't want to chance that with my food garden. So, I started digging up the front yard. Now, of course, according to R, that is wrong. Surprise, surprise. He says he never told me to plant out front. Ever. Right . . . . . . .

I will plant my tomatoes out back along the sidewalk and fence. I will be able to tie them up to the fence. I had planned to tie them up to the fence out front, but I think they will be too easy for neighbors to grab and run. However, I may put a couple of the tomato plants out there to see what happens.

Yesterday, while I was up on a (small) ladder painting the door frame, MK was working on homework and needed to research some information on sharks. Since I was elbow deep in green paint, I wasn't in a position to deal with guiding her through a search on the internet -- the computer is in a room on the opposite end of the house. So, I suggested she go to the encyclopedia.

I thought that using the encyclopedia would help her with using "guide words" that she has been learning about in her spelling and in her comprehension. "Guide words" are those words on the spine and pages of the encyclopedia, and the pages of the dictionary that are alphabetical and guide you to what you are seeking . . . so, I thought this would be good practice as she has had problems with it in her workbooks. Putting this information that she has been learning to use should help her understand the concept.

I gave her the clue to start by finding a book with the letter S on the spine. Well, she still had trouble with it. She proceeded to pull out books 24 and 25 and read the guide words , "SKIN between SUPER, SUPER between TRANS". (She always says between like that. Ages "9 between 11") Even though she uses the word "between" she doesn't get it that there are words BETWEEN skin and super! Gee. Anyway, I told her to spell shark and think about what she was seeing. Doesn't SH come before SK? Try book #23 and see what you find. Open it and look inside . . . like a dictionary!

So, she brings back #23 and opens it and very soon she finds shark. "OHHHHHHHH!" I swear I saw that light bulb turn on above her head.

Now, she complains, "I have to read all that!" This, coming from a child whose lifeblood is reading?? Oh well, it was a whole maybe three paragraphs of small print. So, she read it and decided she didn't find the information she needed and the assignment was too hard anyway. So, guess what she will be working on today. You got it, she has to complete the assignment and I have to listen to her whine about how hard it is while guiding her; and, when she gets it done, it will have been easy. That's how it goes. She gives up easily, but when she does complete something, it wasn't so bad. This is a part of her generalized anxiety, I think. I try to get her to take things one step at a time instead of being scared away by the whole picture.

ANYWAY, what I was thinking about in regard to the encyclopedia: I remember as a child having our little Funk & Wagnalls Encyclopedia and all the available encyclopedia and other resource books available at the town library. I used to love going to the old library and going upstairs into the adult section of the library to research in the encyclopedia. I didn't have to do it very often, but when I did, I loved it. I loved the old book smell. I loved the big wooden tables with the smooth surface -- the big wooden chairs with the varnish so slick you could slide off if you weren't careful.

What I was pondering (MK used that word recently - impressive) while I was painting the door was whether or not an encyclopedia set is published anymore. I mean, when you think about it, when I was a child there was no internet. We used books. We went to the library. If we had to write a research paper, we looked in the encylopedia. Now, the encyclopedia seems so very limited in its usefulness when you can glean so much more information on the net.

In this age of computer-generated information and learning, we have to be careful -- our sources may not be reliable. They may not be correct. People like myself could be researching information on the internet and writing articles that are posted on the internet as "information." (That's exactly what I do on my on-line job!)

What if our information came from incorrect sources? The information gleaned could be inaccurate or out-right wrong. Well, what about the information in the encyclopedia? How did we know if they were accurate? We just trusted that they were. We were sure that the information was carefully sought out and checked. These days people trust that the information they find on the internet is carefully researched and accurate. Sadly, not all of it is.

If I was truly interested in whether or not the encyclopedia is still published, I am sure I could find out by researching on the internet.

Re-learning Gardening

Well, my state tax payment was posted yesterday and away it went. It was more than double what the estimate was by TurboTax at the time I figured federal and state taxes in January. Oh well, why not?

We have actually started to do a tiny bit of planting outside . . . right or wrong, we're doing it. We have so little space that has full sun. We will just do our best, expecting little. This year is mostly going to be an experiment for us so that we can plan better next year.

What looks like great planting areas when you are looking out the window all winter begins to have a totally different appearance when you start to consider the leaves that are going to be on the trees soon. The soil condition is not the best in this yard either, but we'll work on that as we go along, also. If I can get some yummy tomatoes, at least, I'll be happy.

We planted some potatoes and MK's little flower starts today. We planned to plant onions but a neighbor lady from down the street stopped and the little ol' gal is obviously very lonely. She talked my arm off for over an hour. I tried to do a little work while she talked, but that made me have my back to her and I didn't want to be rude. She finally went on her way and I took a quick bathroom break, put all my tools away, cleaned up enough to teach piano, and then we went back out this evening.

A word of caution: stay a good distance away from MK when she is armed with a hoe. OMG! She couldn't hit a . . . a . . . a . . . well, anything! She was supposed to chop at some roots and she missed them by about 5 miles! Well, we know why she isn't playing softball or tennis or golf or anything that would require aiming and swinging. Whoo boy!

It looks like the only space that has full sun is the east little part of my front yard. It is also the spot with the thickest grass. ugh. I'll probably dig it up with a shovel. That should be absolutely difficult. I thought about renting a tiller, but it would be too costly for such a small area. So, I plan to do it by shovel and foot, and a little at a time if I have to. I should have started digging earlier, but it has been cold, rainy and nasty more than it has been nice. The nice days never fell on days I had available for yard work. I also need to mow, but the ground was still a bit muddy today. Maybe tomorrow it will be dry enough to give it a quick round with the mower/beast.

I saw an interesting article on Helium.com about lasagna gardening. Maybe that would be the way to go with so little gardening space available. I'll have to read more on that during next winter as I re-think my garden, based on results of this years' experimenting.

I still have another door to paint in my room, and then have to go back over it all for a second coat -- the entire closet still needs to be done, but I am still waiting on R to come work on the closet ceiling. I could paint before he comes, but he is never careful and I can guarantee that when he is through, he would have my new paint badly scuffed. We haven't started MK's ceiling or room yet. Waiting on ceiling work there also, and my office ceiling needs repaired. J is planning to do those for us, but I don't know when. I'm not in too big of a hurry to get to MK's room because I plan to do it when my closet is repaired and I can move back in my room, have it organized. Next, I'll get her room done and she will finally have her own room back after about a year. Maybe our house can get back to normal?? What is normal? I've forgotten. Little steps. Little steps. We'll get there.

Boss moved away two days ago. He moved back to Kokomo, IN. (he is the Great Dane) They were not there long. That family did not cause any trouble in the neighborhood, so I was hoping they would stay -- that is, if things didn't get wild over there when the weather stays warm. It always seems that the neighbors around here party and fight when they are able to be outside more and later at night, as it is light until 10:00 p.m. part of the summer now.

Look Ma, No Training Wheels!

MK bought herself a bike at the auction at the old Poff's building behind us. She bought it for $5. It has a bent front wheel and needs paint on the handlebars . . . but she is very proud of it. I took her to Collett Park to ride in the grass and for the first time she rode without training wheels. Her bike she rode up to last year had training wheels and she just was not ready to let go of them. But, when she bought her own bike today, she was determined.

I could not believe how small her bike of the last two summers is in comparison! She has grown a lot this winter and she has outgrown every last stitch of clothing and her bike.

I was pretty excited that I bought a piece of carpet (at the auction) for my room for $4.00! It was a remnant and it is only a little too big. I dumped everything out of my room this evening (all over the living room) and laid it out. I'll probably cut it tomorrow. Then I have to move everything back in. It sure is a good way to make you do a deep (much needed) cleaning. I'll keep watching for a remnant large enough for the living room. So far, they just haven't had any that big.

They didn't have any pieces big enough for MK's room, but I haven't even started on the repairs in there yet. I have to wait for Rich and Jay to come bolster up the ceiling and put tiles up. I had bought tiles at the auction last fall for $3. I've been saving them for after getting the leak fixed.

MK has piano contest next Saturday. Hoosier auditions. This is the one that if she wins she goes on to Indianapolis in May. She is playing three pieces.

Who Doesn't Appreciate Fresh, Crisp Sheets and Blankets off the Clothesline?

MK, that's who! I washed all of MK's blankets and sheets and hung them out to dry today. They were getting pretty raunchy -- kind of smelled like her stinky feet. So, I made up her bed. At first she said they were fresh and crispy. Then I asked her if they smelled good. "No, actually, I really kind of don't like that fresh air smell." Well, the "fresh air" market of dryer sheets, room fresheners, etc. will be lost on her!

Stealing a Volvo Must Not Be Easy!

Why is it so hard to steal a Volvo? Would-be Volvo Thieves attempted to steal my Volvo for a second time. This time there was not as much damage, but still more than I can afford currently with State Taxes due the 15th, quarterly house insurance due the 12th, and the usual house payment and all the utilities . . . and I just shucked out $2,600 (which took forever to save up) for a repair to a portion of the roof. (The day after I mailed that check, the roof decided to sprout a new big leak on the total opposite end.)

Do these inept would-be thieves think that people in this poor neighborhood can actually afford to fix up their cars when they come along and tear them up? I mean, gee, if you're gonna tear up my car, you could at least be good enough at it to actually take the thing. Make it worth your while . . . it certainly isn't worth my while.

The ignition switch will have to be replaced again. The driver side window will have to be replaced again. (Thank God, they left the windshield alone this time!) The heater switch is messed up again, and who knows about the wiring. It was so messed up last time . . . I don't know yet about what might have been done to the wiring this time.

The police did not come this time. They just took a report over the phone and the officer informed me that I was the second one to call from my neighborhood this afternoon. The other was a block over from me. He said they had torn up her ignition as well.

At first the officer I spoke to couldn't understand why they would break into my car if I didn't have anything of value in it . . . there wasn't even a radio . . . the gaping hole where the radio used to be is still visible (from the last time the car was stolen). But, when he realized that they had actually torn up the ignition, he realized it was the car they wanted. Hello, a VOLVO. Yes, it is an old one, but they probably want it for parts. What else would they want it for?

So, I had the pleasure of cleaning up all the glass. I managed to put my knee through the threading of the front seat cover while I was vacuuming . . . collateral damage?? The threads must be sun and age rotted. Great. Now that will turn into a huge hole.

I am so discouraged by anything to do with this house, this neighborhood, and this town. I SO want to go home. But, home doesn't seem like home anymore, I've been gone so long. I got a nice big lecture from C about how I should sell the house and go back to P-town. She is so afraid that something horrible is going to happen to me or MK here. There has been so much trouble in this neighborhood.

On a lighter note, I have completed my computer class and have to focus heavily on my other two classes in order to complete them in time. It is getting close to the end of the semester. Our distance semesters are different than traditional college semesters. Other college students will be home before my semester ends. I have until June 19, but it will be here before I know it. I'm always rushing to finish up in the last weeks.

Anyway, I'm off to lick my wounds. I've already way, way, way overeaten this evening. It's a good thing I don't like alcohol. I would probably try to cry tears in my beer or something. I am going to vegetate in front of the tv for some mindless tv. Then, back to work.

Opening Night

A star is born . . . or, it would be more accurate to say, several stars were born tonight. Tonight was opening night for the Children's Theater production of "Cinderella, Cinderella". All the children did an excellent job. There wasn't a slacker among them. The costumes were colorful and appropriate. There was inclusion of the audience through audience participation; children were brought up on stage from the audience and they got to participate. Even one child in the audience was asked to hold onto Cinderella's extra slipper until it was needed.

MK was a mouse named Max. She had some speaking lines and a lot of action as well. She did a pretty good job in spite of the butterflies in her tummy. She has three more shows to go. I'll get to see two of those. I have class all day so will miss the Saturday matinee.

Last night was dress rehearsal and "taping" for a CD. When I went to pick up MK she was a wreck. She was crying because she had wiped off her theatrical mouse-face makeup; the makeup had caused her skin to itch so she washed it off when they were done with rehearsal. She hadn't understood that they were going to have pictures taken; so, she had no mouse face for the pictures. She had been chewed out by one of the adults for having cleaned off the makeup, so she was embarrassed.

At hoome, MK was having a terrible tummy ache and said she felt like she was going to throw up. She was unable to eat supper; I sent her to bed. She woke up and seemed to feel much better this morning and everything went well today.

I have an all day class to attend tomorrow and I am not fully prepared. Off I go to cram in some chapter reading.

A Blowing Chunks Kind of Day

Note to self: Vomit chunks do not wash out of big, fluffy, absorbent newish towels. (One of my sweetie piano students was playing Mr. and Mrs. Potato Heads with MK while waiting for his sister and lost his lunch on my coffee table, floor, big blanket on the couch and Mr. and Mrs. Potato. Luckily, I haven't gotten my new-used couch yet and had a blanket covering the couch - it can be washed.) I used the towels, thinking of their efficient absorbent qualities, to clean up the big mess. After the first washing in the small load amount of water, the chunks were still there. So, I thought I would run through again, but with a full load of water. "That should flush them out," I thought. Wrong again. So, I decided after two full cycles, all the nasty gunk and germs should be gone, I'll just shake them out. I took them outside and shook them as hard as I could. Stuff flew everywhere; the rest, I picked off. They didn't dry completely, so I've left them on the line for overnight, which I never do. They can finish drying tomorrow. I found something resembling a pickle still on the rug this evening. Mmmmm.

Poor MK was playing right next to him and she was pretty shook up. She said her knees were knocking. Ha, ha. It took her a while to get the vision out of her head. I kept telling her he was fine and she was fine, but she said, "But Mom! You didn't see what I saw! I saw it all come out of his mouth!" She was still talking about it at supper. I told her to quit talking about it or she would be seeing a replay!

Anyway, I hope the little guy is feeling better.

This is the last week of rehearsals for the Children's Theater play, "Cinderella, Cinderella". MK is having a great time. I got to see her in her mouse costume and she looked so cute. The costume made her look younger than her nine years. She had gotten hot in the costume when they rehearsed Saturday, so I sent her in shorts today and they didn't practice in the costume. Oh, well. She will wear the shorts Thursday for dress rehearsal and then for all four performances. I'm sure it will get hot in the theater with the stage lights and all the audience's body heat. So, shorts and tee shirt should help a little.

Our seedlings are growing very well.

Something is wrong with the car again. It starts part of the time. I've already replaced the battery and starter recently, so it must be something else. R said it could be a relay -- so I guess I'll have to find out. Always something.

I had my all-day alternative format computer class Saturday and will have one again this coming Saturday. I will miss one of MK's play performances because of it, but it can't be helped. I will see the other three performances and that will be good enough. (must remember camera) This class is certainly a better way to go -- trying to do it on my own by reading through a two-inch-thick textbook was not working for me. Having an instructor walking through the steps is just soooooooo much better. I do still have to read the chapters for the information, but when things don't seem so clear, someone who knows it can make it all seem so easy.

Speaking of reading, I must go do that now.

Knick Knacks and Things

I knew I had missed a few days of posting, but I hadn't realized it had been soooooo many! Every day I think I should be posting, but time just gets away from me.

I have started a few flats of vegetables and flowers. The flowers were MK's choice. ML says she has some herbs for me, too. She is moving to a new apartment the first of May, so she's planning to pull up her herbs and flowers and rocks and give them to me. I guess she won't have a little garden spot at her new apartment.

My mouth seems to be healing okay where the tooth was extracted. It is still tender, and for several days it felt as if someone had socked me in the face. I asked about a partial, ". . . for only two teeth," I said. "It's still $900 to $1,200 or so." he said. I shall remain toothless. Very hard to take. I used to be more vain when I was younger. Old age and poverty kind of have a way of canceling out vanity.

Just last night I had thought to myself how it had been a wonderful several days since my last migraine. I guess I rejoiced in that idea too soon. Sometime during the wee hours of the morning I awoke with a migraine. I was in bed until noon with my eyes covered. I got up at noon and tried to face the day. I ended up feeling vomitous. (My new word, I learned from K)

Yesterday, as we drove down the street, MK pointed out the local girly dance place and said, "I know why they don't have windows that you can see in; they have women there showing their knick knacks!" Ho, ho! Well, I never heard them called knick knacks, but I guess they could be (and are) called worse things. Too bad that it is even there where she and other children would become curious about it.

The roofers came Friday and did a portion of the roof, about 1/4 I think. They re-did the part R had done 3 summers ago. I was nearly in tears because I couldn't understand why the sloping part he had done would have to be torn off and re-done. The flat part, I understood -- especially since J said it had a crack in it and wasn't very good material in the first place. So, it was explained to me that the flashing had to be re-done (again, R had done it); and that meant it all had to be removed and replaced. Therefore, the other 2/3 of the roof that is so very old, and obviously becoming naked of shingles, is still in the same bad shape.

So, I will continue to save up and hopefully another section can be done before it gets too bad. The work done the other day, so far, seems to have fixed the horrible leak. Apparently, when R did the roof, he did not do the flashing correctly and that is why when it rained outside, it poured inside on the entire NE section of the house. Now all I have to do is put in new ceilings in two rooms and two closets, replace the floor in MK's room, repaint her room after I wash off all the moisture gunk off the walls, and paint the closets and whatever else it takes. It will be nice to be able to put clothes in the closets and her in her room.

Now, if only I can get the next part fixed before it begins to leak. They tell me that part is steep enough that the rain should continue to just run off. Hellooooo! This is me and my house they are talking about. I don't have that kind of good luck.

One step at a time.

Legally Blind (Blonde?) Driver

Yesterday, I discovered that my driver's license had expired on my birthday. So, today, I found the new location of the DMV and got the license renewed. Wow! $26. I suppose that includes a late fee for dummies.

They have this vision testing thing that you have to place your forehead against. I could see other people's makeup, and I'm sure I saw ginormous flakes of skin hanging there, too. So, I was supposed to look in there and read three sets of letters on line five. Well, I kept reading what I (barely) saw (with my glasses ON!) and she kept telling me to do it again. I was reading only what I could see in the middle. So, on the last try I finally saw three sets of numbers lit up. I read all three sets, guessing at some numbers by what I thought the shape of the numbers looked like.

What I learned is that you can't be squeamish about pushing your forehead on that filthy little bar. Your head controls the bar, and if you don't push it just right, all three columns will not light up.

The DMV also has new photography equipment. Boy, I've had some bad license pictures in the past (some good ones, too), but this one out-bads them, hands down! OMGoodness! It is enough to make you drive with extreme caution because the thought of whipping that thing out to show a police officer is enough to make you become the best driver in the world. No way do I want someone gawking at that picture.

The DMV has a perfect money-making scheme for the state government. Don't send license renewal notices in the mail. Dummies like me won't remember to renew them. They can make money off people like me by charging late fees AND by nice little fines if you happen to get stopped or have an accident without a license. I wonder how much longer I would have gone without noticing that it had expired if I had not had to write it down on the form at the dentists' office yesterday.

I can say one nice thing about the DMV, they have a pretty good system of herding people through. When I arrived (after waiting a day and forever for a train), I was discouraged to see that there was a long line, but I soon could see that the line moved reasonably quickly. People were sent directly to seats at the counter to be helped. When my turn came, I was promptly sent to a seat in the waiting area. Of course. My wait was probably five or ten minutes when my name was called. The rest of the process was pretty quick. The picture? I'm stuck with it until 2015. The lady told me the year so that I will know next time. I think it was 2015. Was it 2015? Now, when is it next time?

Wrong again!

Well, so much for the idea that the antibiotics for my tooth extraction will help my throat. My physician only prescribed two pills to be taken one hour before the procedure. I had hoped I would have some for a few days, but nope. I get to tough it out on my own, I guess. The pharmacist said it had been two years since I had antibiotics. That's pretty good. I usually try to tough out the minor stuff on my own.

I met one of my new neighbors today. His name is Boss. He is long, lanky, tall and awkward. He is a nine-month-old Great Dane. I would say his coat is what you would call brindle. It is brown and black. His owner brought him over to meet MK. She wanted to make sure MK met him that way instead of him surprising her in the back yard (next door). Boss is a beauty. They said he is afraid of Happy. Well, Happy is just noisy. I hope Boss will get used to that. Happy is afraid of the little dogs at the house on the other side of the yard -- they are noisy. I haven't heard a peep out of Boss, so far.

The neighbors across the street had their car stereo so loud last night that it interfered with my American Idol. You don't mess with my American Idol. Speaking of . . . it is time for American Idol right now. Don't mess with me right now.

Busy times!

The endless working goes on and on.

I had a great weekend with the girls. It was fun to spend time with them. They are all silly in their own ways. K was not feeling well, and I think she shared with me. I am getting sick with a sore throat, headache, and general yuk.

I was to have a tooth extracted today, but that is postponed until Tuesday evening. Antibiotics first (because of heart murmur). Bonus -- the antibiotics might help get rid of the sore throat. So, I'm eating Ramen chicken soup which is supposed to be helpful; and honey in and on everything.

At dentists' offices these days, you have to pay up front for the work. I paid today for what they will remove from me next Tuesday. I also have a fractured filling in another tooth for which I will have to save up to fix. I'll have to save for a partial to fill in my lovely gaping hole. Maybe I'll just wait until next years' tax refund. It's only a year.

Writers' group meets in the morning. I don't know if I'll feel well enough by then to go. I also don't want to expose those older folks with something that will make them sick. Leon is 90 or so, and he has been in the hospital for so long after having his foot amputated; I would hate to cause him to be ill.

I have not written anything that I can share with the group; I haven't had time to make any changes to the fictional story I am writing for fiction class. Where does the time go? I have a nice schedule typed out and posted on the cabinet, but it never fits into my daily life. Being sick doesn't fit in either. I get up a bit, do a little, then go rest a lot.

Time to rest. I've done a wee bit.

Snacking

Mmmmmm . . . . Thin Mints!

They will make me thin, right?

Books

I grabbed this from Meg who grabbed it from Jane. It seemed interesting and fun. Feel free to grab from me!

grabbed this from my friend, Jane.

The introduction states, “apparently the BBC reckons most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books here.” Some of the list seems to come from the BBC’s Big Read list of 100 favorite books in Britain, although not completely and not in entirely the same order.

Instructions:
1) Look at the list and put an ‘x’ after those you have read.
2) Add a ‘+’ to the ones you LOVE.
3) Star (*) those you plan on reading.
4) Tally your total at the bottom.

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen X
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien

3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte X +
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee X
6 The Bible – Front to back? No. Bible study classes and theology classes count?
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily BronteX+
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens X
Running total: 5

11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott X+
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare – parts
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien X
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
Running total: 7

21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell X
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens X
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck ++++++++ many times
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll +
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame +
Running total: 12

31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens X
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis (some)
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres – saw the movie!
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden X
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne X +
Running total: 15

41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery X
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
Running total: 16

51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens -- Tried, failed.
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Running total: 16

61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold X
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding X
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
Running total: 18

71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens X
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett +
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
Running total: 20

81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens X
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker X
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White X
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Alborn
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
Running total: 23

91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare X (MK read this also, at age 7)
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

For a grand total of 24! Not as many as Jane (53), but a fair amount over the BBC’s opinion.

Not as many as Meg (29), but honestly, some titles seemed familiar, and with my memory anymore, I'm not sure if I read them or not! So, I didn't mark them if I wasn't sure. Some were probably movies I've seen.

Valentine's Day Activities and more

I finished reading Frankenstein yesterday evening. I have to say that I would never have read this book in my life if I hadn't needed to for class. I have to do a critical essay now which requires me to think. That could be dangerous. Well, for no-one but myself. Anyway, I have to look for setting, plot, character and style development. I need to evaluate the written work: discuss my opinions, and look at various aspects: its ability to reflect the time period (historical critic); its reflections of female or male gender roles (sexual critic); its political/economical comments (political/social critic); and, its general comments on other ideas (new critic). What fun! This is my first essay for this instructor. New instructors make me nervous because I never really know what they expect and one poor grade could hurt my honors status.

I am now convinced that Bigfoot is real. He is actually Frankenstein's monster. He was indestructible and when he tried to take his own life (after all, the book only reveals his plans to kill himself -- it never actually goes on to detail his suicide ------oopsie! Spoiler Alert! Spoiled the ending, sort of.), he failed and he is to walk around terrorizing people for infinity. Now that I have solved the mystery of Bigfoot, on I go to solving the mystery of the Loch Ness Monster.

Speaking of honors status, I received my pin and certificate in the mail yesterday for Sigma Tau Delta National English Honor Society. I am qualified to compete for scholarships and awards from this organization. They have scholarships for Juniors/Seniors/Graduate Students. I wonder what my chances are. None, if I don't look into it and find out what there is available. I did look into it earlier, and it appears to be too late for this year, but next year looks good.

I did my first draft of the story I am writing for fiction class (same class of Frankenstein reading). I took it to writers' group Friday morning and read it to them. Since there were several other people with readings, I read the story quickly. Even reading it quickly, some of the others said that they were reading ahead of me to see what was happening next. So, that seems to be a good thing. They were very helpful in suggestions, and some suggestions fell right in line with what I thought I would need to work on as I progress with the story.

My intent was to get the main story and action down as far as I could take it, then go back and fill in some details and correct some things later. Some were (and they agreed): I need to go back and give descriptions of the characters; I need to tighten up the time frame of some of the happenings to fit better into the speed of the imminent danger; even though it is a science-fiction/horror, I need to check facts and make sure it is believable so that the reader is not turned off by something that couldn't possibly happen. I'm not far off, but want to be sure. Even science fiction needs to have some probability; and, I was undecided about the ending. I was trying to decide if I wanted to continue with some more adventures, or just leave it hanging so the reader can imagine what is to come next. This is how it is for now and they all seemed to like it ending that way.

This story is to be between 1,000 and 5,000 words and I am right around 2,000ish. It is due at the end of the semester, so I have time to work on it more. The other writers said they are quite willing to be my guinea pigs, so-to-speak, and let me read it to them another time or two. Their feedback is helpful, and reading it out loud to an audience helps you to hear how it reads. Having the chance to put it down a few days and going back to read it helps, too. You read it fresh that way and things come across differently.

The sunshine is deceivingly beautiful today. I sit here at my window and look out and am so tempted to sit on the swing, but it just isn't warm enough to really enjoy that. So, I'll remain content to look at it through the window.

Oh, be still, my heart! Yesterday (Valentine's Day), MK called R and asked him to get some "fake" flowers from Mr. T's shop, find a pretty basket and put them in it, then come to our house and pick me and her up for a lunch "date" at a nearby greasy-spoon-type diner. He did. He had hidden the flowers behind the seat and as soon as she got in, she got them and gave them to me saying they were from her and him. He did a nice job. Silly him. He has not been a romantic part of my life for many, many years, but he couldn't hide the look of pride in himself for having done such a thing that made me smile. Sap.