Thursday, December 9, 2021

Thursday This n That

Yesterday while I was out running errands, a neighbor stopped by with a big coffee cake thing to thank Hubs for something.  Streusel goodness on the top, stuffed with a cheesecakey type mixture.  So yummy.  But it needs something fruity.  I'm thinking cherry pie filling.  Or strawberry.  I forgot something at Wallyworld, so I'll be heading to Dollar General anyway.  

Heh, like either of us needs coffee cake or pie filling.  Eh, who cares?  I'm eating it.  Test me, and I'll put ice cream on it, too, just for spite.  LOL

I've spent the past two days basically on my ass.  Here in the desk chair or in the recliner or in the car.  I wasn't feeling bad, I'm just lazy.  But, here's the kicker... I am stiff and sore today.  I have to move this body or bad things happen.

Getting older blows.  But it's better than the only alternative reality offers us.  Wouldn't it be great if we could just stay a good age physically while we grow mentally?  Alas, it doesn't work that way.  We age, we corrode, shit falls apart.  In my misspent youth, I used to say something like 'I don't care about my body.  It's just there to carry my brain around.'*  Well, stupid, it's not good for carrying around your brain if you don't take care of it.  Like maintenance on your car.  If you don't do basic maintenance, it won't be able to carry you around for as long as it should.  Derp.  Sometimes I'd like to go back in time and flick my younger self in the ears.  

*Of course, I was saying that before my car accident when both my body and my brain took a hit.  

My mom and I have been enjoying some lovely chats lately.  Going over the past - both hers and mine.  I like to think talking with her about all those things from long ago helps keep her sharp.  I know it helps keep me sharp.  And she's been telling me stories I'd never heard before, which is awesome.  I'm getting stories about her time as an Air Force wife and her time stationed with Dad in France.  Post -WWII Europe stories and pre-Vietnam stories.  Interesting stuff.  I should probably write it down somewhere so it doesn't get lost.

One thing we were talking about yesterday was my childhood and how I lost most of my memories of it in the car accident.  About the only memories I have of certain portions of it are the bad parts.  Bad stuff sticks more firmly than good stuff, doncha know.  I don't have any good memories of my grandmother, for instance.  Oh, Grandma was a pip, but she couldn't have been all bad.  I just wish I could remember the good times with her.  Dudes, hang onto your memories tight.  You'll miss them when they're gone.

And on that wise note, I'll let you go for today.  Have a great one.  And if you aren't doing anything worth remembering today, take a moment and reminisce.  Jus' sayin'.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for the memories....I miss Bob Hope.

    Yes. Body, mind, soul, memories. Yes. Maintenance on all is terribly important and the older we get, the harder it becomes.

    The world is insane. Just sayin'.

    I may have to say goodbye to NaNo. I made the mistake of reading their mission statement. They went too woke for my comfort. I'm thinking about it. I hate to walk away after all the years (and donations) I've invested.

    Supposed to hit the high 70s today. Crazy weather to match crazy world.

    Coffee cake is good with coffee. Ice cream is its own food group.

    Got my booster on Monday. I'm still sore, still have a little heat but the slight rash and the knot have gone away. It also wiped me out energy-wise. Been doing lots of lie-downs and/or naps. Ugh. At this point, I'm thinking I'm either going to get it or not and to hell with all the BS.

    Got all of Stormy's presents for Christmas. 🤞 those ordered on-line get here. Now if I could get the adults to cooperate so I can get them bought too.

    LG's truck is back in the shop. Manifold this time. Hopefully, it'll be done today. Knock wood nothing else goes wrong.

    I'm going to write today. Stop laughing. I'm serious.

    Boone got me up at 4 a.m. when he got stuck behind the headboard again. Gotta figure a way to block access. It's tight quarters so no sure how to fix it. My "nightstand" is a round "table" on a swivel that is attached to the bed frame and there's room for him to squeeze through between the closet door and that "shelf/table."

    How is it only Thursday?

    I have no more that for this. Later, tater. 🤗