Wowza

This is the back yard of Madame x's house.... behind the climbing roses sits the backyard of the wild and crazy barking dingo dogs. The very dogs that Mx had to call the animal regulation department about THREE times in order for something to be done. On the side, is the backyard of the wind chimes. The four wind chimes that jingle jangle all thru the night to lull our company to slumberland in the wee hours of the morning. On the opposite side of the yard is a street. A street that interesting, provocative, alarming and jaw dropping things take place, also in the wee hours of the morning.

Well, guess what....

Last week the wind chimes were removed...poof...gone...and not at the request of anyone in Madame x's household. Then..... yesterday, the biggest U-Haul truck on the face of the earth, loaded up the back neighbors and by evening the place was vacated. Dogs....Furniture.....People.....poof.......GONE....

Life is good

Today is Cinco de Mayo.

The grandparents of Mx were married on this day

eighty five years ago in a little coal mining town in Colorado

which no longer exists.

They were fine hard working people.

This photo was taken in Sept of 1964,

they were putting Mx on a plane headed to college.

People used to dress up (to fly)

Some day Mx will relate

the tale of that harrowing

flight experience

While you are waiting

First.....thanks for checking in on me....you know who you are Em and Chellie and my friend with guilty secrets.... all is well and I will be stopping in with comments soon... You are good peeps So, until I actually get back to posting, I offer an inventory of my desk:

1. Mickey Mouse. He is trying to look inconspicuous in case 'the grandsons' are still around. One of which, has a habit of sucking on Mickey while watching videos. Mickey thinks Buzz or Woody should take a turn.

2. Madame x's favorite coffee cup (a gift) usually filled with Peet's Arabian Mocha-Java...... As we know, Starbucks is loathe to sell Peet's. My last year rez was to NEVER ever stand in line at Starbuck’s to pay $4.75 for a venti java chip Frappuccino.... ever again..... (and almost didn't).

3. Madame x's desktop computer...a faithful old friend suffering serious wear and tear. Twelve years of steady uninterrupted service and now almost out of ram and megahertz. It is too old to upgrade and has been partitioned twice. Madame x needs a new desktop....but some people cast askance at such nonsense. (see item 5)

4. A magnum of scissors...Madame x doesn't feel secure unless she is surrounded by a lot of scissors...There are more in the other room...for every pair of scissors, Mx has four writing and drawing implements. These are necessary staples in Mx’s life.....

IE:

bread,

milk,

Mrs. Dash's seasoning,

scissors, gel pen.....

5. The software program which tracks all Mx's *necessary staples. *Necessary is very subjective, as in 'peculiar to a particular individual'... IE: spouse of Mx, who is prone to qualify what is necessary (which is totally unnecessary).

6. Buzz and Woody and Jess and Prospector .....they are so cool! they drive a turquoise Cadillac car.

7. Last(ly).... THE LAPTOP.... such a bad boy.....crashed twice.... diagnosed with schlepping syndrome (as in schlepped all over creation) sometime without even a shut down....it would like to have a brand new desktop for a brother or sister to play with and teach bad habits.

Whatever do you mean?

What is happening, that all of a sudden my life is so much busier ...now that I’m retired.... than when I was...not...retired?
When I am the most behind ... with too much to do before leaving town... and I have exactly 15 minutes to get to my destination 20 minutes away
Why is it that , the door bell rings.
Where is it written that I must not politely close the door on the two nice looking young men wearing white short sleeves and black ties... gripping in their ‘eager to share paws’, a copy of the
Wait for it.....
Watchtower Magazine.

Do I pray? (they inquire)
Huh? (I reply)
How do you pray? (they again inquire)
Uh, uh... well lets see........
Dear God, please don’t let there be a chain smoker sitting in front of me at the red neck races this week –end... yeah yeah yeah I mean amen... no wait....

Dear God, please let the black pants I plan to wear to the play next Tues, fit. The ones, I’m NOT trying on because they might not fit.
Yeah that! I mean amen.... no wait

Dear God, never mind the black pants.. Please don’t let a really, really tall guy that moves his head constantly side to side sit in front of me at the play next Tues. hallelujah! I mean amen.

Oh and let there be world peace..... for now and ever.... and I mean amen


so it is written

Wallpaper

Twelve hours peeling off wallpaper ... the damn stuff must have
been put on with Rhino Glue...

I wanted to take a photo of the ensuing mess of water and little
bits of paper debris everywhere, not to mention the sweaty brow
of madame x’s husband... but his
murderous
look gave me pause.

He’d like to get his hands on the asshat that put that stuff all the hell over
the laundry and bathroom walls twenty years ago.




Oh wait.... that was me.

Worn Out

Migraines...what do they look like?

They can ruin a week-end ...that's for sure

Found this on the web.... as I was trying to get some new info re: the dreaded migraine.
This is Mark Fitzgerald's vision (of his aura) at the onset of a migraine.So amazing to me, because
this is what I see.... only mine is a bright pink superglowing blob. Pink isn't even a good word....Magenta....a pulsating, glowing, neon Magenta blob. When I see this blob, I know what is coming.... Oh God.

I haven't found any new information.... but these are some of my own ideas about my migraines.
1. They are not 'cyclic'... the only cycling I do is on an exercise machine and I actually don't do that either.

2. They don't seem to be food related. As in, Chocolate, Cheese, Wine.....the big three of the migraine culprits....

3. Stress? maybe... who knows. We all tend to make our own stress, outside factors only exacerbate what makes us anxious.

4. For some reason, I feel quilty getting them, as if I caused them somehow. As if I'm being melodramatic with the throwing-up and sleep of the dead. As if I'm looking for attention .

5. Pity the poor husband standing by, especially when he wants to do something for you....and you just want to be left alone....in a dark room....with four pillows on your head.

Way way .... long ago

Today is the first day in fifteen years that our rental house sits empty.... I will always love this house, as it represents a major milestone in my life as a single Mom.... Purchased in 1975, it had to be co-signed with my parents, even though I was able to come up with a 30k downpayment. They didn't trust single women buyers so much in those days, plus I had a fairly low paying job. My mortage payment was $278.00 a month, including impounded taxes. I paid off the mortage eighteen years ago.

We drove over to take inventory on maintanence and repairs....and found these vintage photos tacked to the otherwise bare bulletin board on the back porch.

pictures were taken.....sixty-five years ago. What a great thing to have! You cannot tell by the top picture...but that is a dirt road in front of the house. Evidently, a young soldier rented a room back in the WWII era. He stopped by the house on a visit back to our town and dropped by to see how it looked all these years later and brought photos to share.

The house has not seen too many (exterior)changes... But no longer has shutters, I think we need to get some......don't you?

I'll post a current picture as soon as the place is spruced up a little.......