It is a choice whether one lives their life os as to be a part of the worlds' problems, or a solution. The people who acquired my daughters quilts ( by stealing them from the donation area of our local thrift store) have seen all the posters around town, and read the write-up in our local news letter, but feel no obligation to do the right thing and return them.
A CHILD living in the home brought one-my daughters wedding quilt- in to the thrift store, but was unable to get the other one, which was given the day my granddaughter was born.
The adults(?) in the home are well aware of the quilts' history, but apparenlty don't believe you get out of life what you put in to it.
I worked on my granddaughters quilt for a year, and it was one of the most complex quilts I've ever made. I swore never to make another, yet here I am....doing it again.
I'm glad that the wedding quilt was returned, but hate that your granddaughter's quilt wasn't. I hope that they will have a change of heart and bring the other one in, too.
I'm tired, and coffee ain't cutting it, I'm done with today. Effectiveness of an adrenaline shot would even be debatable today. Did I mention I'm tired? Can it be bedtime yet? < yawn >
My wife was taking out her summer wear a few weeks ago and she spotted her sandals from last year. "I think I need a new pair for the Summer." hell I have been using the same sandals since 1998 (seriously and they are still in "like new" condition!) I will bring those to my greave with me!
Women and Shoes!
Lol, I have 2 pairs of sandals (granted, one has low heels, for when I need to dress up) and winter boots. That's it, I don't need a pair for every day of the year. I don't get people who go all Imedla Marcos when it comes to shoes, that's BS. My daily sandals are these, got 'em off Amazon several years ago diiirt cheap, and they're still holding up. Even the treads aren't showing much wear yet. And SO comfortable, they're great for just about any level of activity & can handle being completely soaked. Best $30 I ever fricking spent
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Ummm...(mummbles) I am all Imelda Marcos with shoes. I used to be anyway. I can't afford it lately with the medical bills, but I do love shoes. They are fun for me. I like to accessorize my outfits with the perfect pair of shoes.
Nyiah, Nah, it's all good. Hubby indulges my shoe addiction when he can while also being the one who makes the most jokes about it. To be fair, it is worth being joked about and doesn't bother me in the least.
I'll keep my fingers crossed for you that something will work to stop the hiccups.
Part whining and part "hey, that was nice". I got online late tonight at about 12:50 am and I refreshed the page I was on and there was a banner across the top from my internet provider saying that I would be going offline so that they could do upkeep/maintenance on the something or other. This would start at 1 am and last anywhere from a few minutes to potentially 6 am.
The whine is that this happens sometimes only every 6 to 8 weeks and sometimes once or twice a week for a month running. I understand the need to do it, I just wish they had some kind of more consistent schedule.
The good bit, though, was that it didn't last as long as anticipated and service to my area was back by 3:45-ish. That and the banner. That is a new thing that hasn't happened before and I would like to have them keep putting it up if service will be down. It is much better than service just vanishing with no notice.
Glencairn, A 'heads up' is always nice! We have dial-up here in the boonies, and the phone company is great about working on the lines around here and not letting anyone know.
Did you know it's becoming close to impossible to talk to a real person via phone anymore?
It is getting hard to talk to a live person when I call and I think the banner is entirely possible a reaction to the fact that I call and wind through their automated menu until I get a live person every single time the internet goes out. It happens often enough that it was probably their way of heading that phone call off at the pass and hoping that no one would have to deal with me wanting to know why my internet was out yet again and badgering them into giving me credit for it being out again. Unfortunately, they are the only game in town and so they know that I have to just put up with them or do without.
Ugh! Flies. Today was the Lions Festival - which is nice - a parade about noon and other activities throughout the day and then a live band from 8-11 pm. We are a small farming community with not a whole lot of money for these events, so the band isn't always really great, but still a lot of fun and visiting with neighbors and others from town. Tonight's band was one of the not super great, not horrific, but still fun despite that.
They were playing and Quin and I were out on the front porch listening. The park is the center of town and where all the events happen, and we are close by. The park is directly behind the neighbors across the street's house. It is nice because we can enjoy the music from the porch if we don't feel like walking to the park. Tonight was one of those nights. After the band was done playing, we opened the door to go back inside. I was holding the door and as I walk in, a fly swooped past me and joined us in the house.
Keeping in mind that I live in a very rural farming community, this wasn't a small little average house fly. This was a HUGE horsefly. The kind that bite. I finally got it a few minutes ago, but every time I swatted at it with the fly swatter, the stupid thing would dive bomb my head and circle me. I finally broke down and got the flying insect killer spray out and that was what ended up getting it. It landed on the living room floor and died quickly, but when I went to pick it up and throw it away I got a look at just how big it was. Bigger than my thumb nail, just a tiny bit shy of being as big as the first segment of my index finger before the first knuckle. Long, anyway, not wide, but it was a fat little sucker, too.
And I can't really even complain about it because I know exactly what Russ will say: "who wanted the big house out in the country, again?"
Nugget, It was big enough that I can't honestly say for sure that it wasn't!
So, today was another trip to the emergency clinic. I love the doctors at the one I had been going to, but it is just too far away at an hour one way. We went to the other one that is closer by 30 minutes and didn't really do much, but get something for the pain and nausea to last a few days. However, some potential good came out of the trip (other than a little bit of pain relief) in that they set me up with a primary care physician that I will have an appointment with later this week who is supposed to be my go-between with the various specialists and sort of coordinator so that I am not the one having to wrangle all of the doctors and specialists by myself. I've gotten my hopes up too many times for a diagnosis and been disappointed, so now I am just hoping to have this be a doctor that can point me in the right direction and not just throw their hands up once they run out of ideas to try.
Here's to a good outcome with your appointment this week, Glencairn, I hope you get some answers
We spent the day out a few days ago, and I got sunburned for it. Again. I'm iiiitchy And this time I have a crooked tanline/burnline on my boobs. Ugh, come on, if I'm going to get crispy, the lines could at least be uniform.
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Glencairn,OH, I hope you can finally start to unravel this mystery illness! Not knowing what the problem is always makes it so much harder-and scarier- to deal with!