Saturday is hardly ever a sleep-in day for me. Oddly enough, I didn’t get out of bed until nearly 11am… even though I woke about 8am-ish. I just needed to keep resting for a couple more hours, I guess. I go go go all the time and rarely take a timeout for me. It used to be that about once a year I would have an all-day-sleep that seemed to recharge my motor, but that hasn’t happened for a couple years. There’s always something that I need to do every day or something that comes up last minute. I can’t make that recharge day happen… it has to show up on its own for some reason to actually work. Grandson Aero‘s noggin-bump and bruise are much better. I think I cried (inwardly) longer than he did. In John‘s text to me yesterday he made the comment about Aero growing up so fast. To understand it, you have to realize that he didn’t get married to Elissa until he was 34 years old in 2017, and then he was 35 years old when Aero was born in 2018. We thought he might never get married (and that would have been fine with us).
I’ve been extra busy – and extra tired – the past couple days. I’m working on expanding John/Elissa‘s garden so I can transplant from the “experimental” herb garden. Last year I put in their first veggie garden for them. A bit haphazard, but it was a great success. Except the herbs… which for some odd reason I didn’t put where they would have a lot of sun. Doh! I must have had a braincell misfire – I knew better from life-long experience and work. I spent two days refurbishing Amanda‘s cover letter, resume and references. She graduated this past May from the local community college with an Associate in Applied Science in Business Management and Entreprenuership and has begun looking for employment in a setting that is not food service related. She says 15 years in that field is too much, the past 8 of which she has been department manager at the high school cafeteria. The elevator in our apartment building is still not operational… still! (If you haven’t already read about the elevator problems this week, read this post.) The part that was fried in the power surge on Sunday had to be ordered from Sweden – because that’s where the
I’ve been blogging for many years… my first blog was in 1998. This blog you’re reading right now is my fourth, begun in May of this year. The other three I deleted long ago. Why did I delete them? That’s a good question. 🤔 I think it was due mostly to a lack of community on my level… and maybe partially in my age group. Not all of you are my age – some of you are younger. But you all are mature in nature. I’m 62. I’m not saying that’s old. I’m just letting you know where my life stands at this moment. In your blogs, I’ve found… Character. Wisdom. Interest. C o m m u n i t y ! What happened in the time between my last blog and this one? I found blogs by all of you with meat in them. Noooo, not that kind of meat, silly. 😆 You all have character… you impart wisdom… you are interesting! If I read your blog, that means you have something that fills a spot in me. Hi, my name is Diana and I used to have UBRS… “unfulfilled blog reader syndrome.” I have been looking for all of you for years!
UPDATED at 4:00pm. Signs on the elevator doors say“out of service until further notice.” Oh goody. *sigh* Yesterday, there was some sort of power surge that happened just after noon. It seems to have affected quite a number of homes and businesses. When it happened, I was here in the apartment on the third floor; Jerry was on the first floor in the community room visiting with some other folks. That’s when someone trying to use the elevator to get back to their apartment found out that the elevator wasn’t working. Greaaaat. 🙄 Most of the folks that were down there are those who are unable to use stairs… Jerry included. Our apartment building is strictly for age 55 and older, so there are several here older than us, and worse off than Jerry. Someone got hold of the manager and he got hold of the elevator company. The fellow was two hours away on another call, so it was nearly four hours before he could get over here. The elevator guy worked on it for three hours without success. He even called in another co-worker to help. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. They’re pretty sure the power surge caused a malfunction
Another night with severe weather in Kansas. Flooding rains, hail, and high winds – sustained winds of 76mph with gusts of 111mph in Derby, Kansas. A lot of storm cleanup going on from the past several weeks, and these latest storms just added more. Last night’s sunset before we got hit with wave after wave of storms… Please say a prayer for those affected so badly. Then this morning… Reprieve! And just like that, the weather changes. Ahhhhhhh! We have the windows open for the breeze and to hear the birds. There are clouds, but there is also sunshine. It’s a lovely 76° – even the “feels like” is 76°. Humidity is only 65%. Woot! I hear our cardinal singing. “Pretty bird! Pretty Bird!” Robins and their sing-song voices. Strawberry-head finches (sparrows) and their cute little songs. Have you ever just sat and watched the finches/sparrows in your backyard and garden? When they hop around for insects and such, they look like popcorn, especially when there are several of them. *pop pop poppity pop* I’m spending my afternoon working on my plans for September/October badge work for my AHG Pi/Pa unit girls. [See previous post.] For this next year, the