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Sunday, April 22, 2018

Barbara Bush

Barbara Bush

The funeral for Barbara Bush was held yesterday at St. Martin's Episcopal Church which is near (by Texas standards) my house and in which I have a family interest in.  My Dad's funeral was there.  The church was packed for my Dad with lots of sweet family and friends.  I can only imagine what it was like Friday with all the dignitaries attending.  Remembering what it felt like at Dad's funeral, I feel very sorry for the loss the Bush's are enduring.  

I liked Barbara Bush -- because she smiled a lot, she didn't dye her hair, she let her wrinkles show in all their glory and she looked smart with an ordinary figure for a woman her age.  Those things say a lot about a woman in my book.  Also that she was married to the same man and, from all accounts, still in love after 72 years of marriage.  

Friday morning going to work I notice that there were Constables at just about every intersection.  A major speed trap I thought then.  Coming home after work there were twice as many and more in every shopping center or parking area.  Really strange. Something going on.  Has to be.  I was out of the loop with the news and didn't realize her funeral would be on Friday.  Turned out that they were busing people from these parking areas to the church because of parking and security.  

I texted my daughter and grandson and advised them to go different routes home or they could be stuck in a lot of hold patterns.  I don't know how it is where you live but it seems like they block off the whole highway system down here when a President or big-wig is anywhere near.  Wish I had seen Obama, Melania (see I'm an equal opportunity kind of person) and some of the rest up close but glad I wasn't stuck behind them in traffic.  

Barbara Bush seemed like a nice person.  She was the partner of one President and the mother of another.  The woman did something right.  I wish her pleasant journey into the hereafter.  

Click on here to read the article in USA Today.  

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Sound of Silence

Hello Silence my Old Friend
The Girls have left my house again
Because the visits finally ending 
And Nana's alone again ....

Little did I know in 1966 what this would mean to me in 2018.

Hahaha.  You have to love those little high pitched voices.  Love them to come.  Love them to go.  Nap time now to recover. 

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Area Codes and Local Prefixes

Since I started my new little job where I answer phones and schedule appointments, I have come across so many different area codes.

We have about a kazillion people living in Houston now and most of them came to town with a cell phone whose area code originated in a city they lived in at some time in their past. During the day I see phone calls from every state but see very few that have the original Houston area codes of 713. Yesterday I had an Alaska area code.  My what climate shock those folks will be in for.  So I got to thinking about how I missed my own area code. 

Then I thought about the days of my youth when you said your phone number with a two letter prefix.  My number was OV2-3391. OV stood for Overland.  You could say your phone number was Overland 2-3391 or OV2-3391.  My Grandmother had a Jackson exchange, JA5-2396. There were no area codes used at that time.  You just picked up your big black rotary phone and dialed O (insert sound of rotor clicking up and then clicking back) and then V (insert the same soundtrack).  OV was actually 6 then 8 so my phone number became 682-3391.

I can't remember when we started using the 713 area code in dialing although the 713 area code was actually established as one of the original US area codes in 1947.  In 1983 the 713 Houston area code was split and area code 409 came into being around the outskirts of the City.  In 1996 area code 713 was split again and 281 came into being. The numbers were used up again as Houston grew so three years later in 1999, area code 832 was created.  In 2014 area code 346 was added.  Heck, I live here and I didn't even know about that one.  I probably thought these were out-of-towners.  These four area codes are supposed to service around eight million people.  What?? No wonder the roads are so crowded.

I guess the 8 Mil includes all of the little towns around the City.  Many of these towns have been allowed to keep their own name and political entity but if you understand City polities then you know big cities keep incorporating small cities as the rich move further away from the city center.  We'll have to see how long they last.

One further phone story.  When I first moved to Alexandria, Louisiana with my ex-husband (around 1971) they did not dial the first two numbers of the phone number.  So using my old phone number of 682-3391, they would have dialed 2-3391 on their big old rotary phones.  Actually, we had progressed from the black beauty to push button phones by then.

Hahaha.  This little story doesn't mean much in the big picture of life, but it has been on my mind so, lucky you, I shared. 

Friday, March 30, 2018

Writing a List


I am big on writing lists.  I don't always keep them.  I don't always use them.  I just like the process of writing down the things I need to do or remember.  I feel more organized.  Instead of thoughts bouncing around my brain like a racquetball, the ideas, to-dos, and to-think-abouts put on a list seem to free up brain space yet cement it in my memory.  I made a list of things to accomplish this weekend and forgot it on my desk.  Humm.   So much for the cement it in memory part.

Have a lovely weekend.  

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Catching Up

Well I've started this catch up posts several times but never seem to get to the end.  

First, no new news about the dog bite man. 

Second, the daughter's new job, started about the same time as I did with this job, is going well.  After 14 years with one company she had a good bit of burn out but is recovering day by day.  Nice to see her smiling again and not feeling the weight of the company on her shoulders. 

Next, my job is going well.  It is hard to admit that you are no longer the wonder-kid you used to be.  I make little mistakes that I would have caught so quickly 10 years ago.  My hearing, though so much better, is difficult using a headphone and cell phone all day.  Never thought I'd say I long for a land-line (add the extra loud button too please).  

I need the cataract surgery and it is going to have to be this summer because I can really tell the difference on a laptop.  I'm adding a monitor that hooks up to the laptop so I can get the type really large until then.  

So, all in all, still happy with my job. 

My former work clothes are just fine for my new little job so I haven't really had to spend any money which is nice.  

I have found that window in time when I leave my leave my house and get to the office that has the least amount of traffic.  Yipee!  I put on my book on Cd and take a leisurely drive to the office each day. She doesn't want me to sign in early so I err on the side of 5 minutes late instead of 5 minutes early.  

Car is still running well although my horn went out???  Why would it do such a thing.  Going to try taking it to the shop this weekend.  Hope it is a quick - and inexpensive - fix.  

My nerves are calmer over the price of my medicine since I have the extra income and especially because I found the one prescription at an over the counter price of 1/4 what I was paying.  

My doctor has readjusted my medicine again and although my blood sugar was running low for the first couple of weeks, it seems to have balanced out again. The good thing about a job is that it does keep you from snacking during the day (Mostly) and it does keep your hours pretty regular which diabetes really likes.  

The grand girls spent the weekend before and after spring break with me.  Soooo exhausing.  I miss the days when it was just one or the other grand girl.  Since Son is a single Dad, I have to take both girls to give him a break.  We try to help where we can don't we?  

This all sounds so boring.  It's funny how life can be boring and pleasant at the same time.  

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Hearing Aid Gone

Today was a little hectic at the office.  I was having problems with the phone so I was taking my headset on and off all day.  Then, after work, I went for a haircut at my old salon which is not too far from my office. 

Great Clips has that system where you can check in over the phone so you're next when you get there.  They were almost ready for me when I arrived so I sat down to take off my earrings and hearing aids.  Oh my Gosh....  the right hearing aid was not there.  I felt around my head and body.  I looked around my chair.  I went out to my car.  I walked the same path I had entered by.  I tried the locator on my phone app - which said it was at the salon - which it wasn't and that will be tomorrow's story after I call and complain about the faulty GPS. 

After all the hairdressers and people in the salon helped me look, I gave up and got my hair cut.  When I left I looked outside some more and then inside some more and gave up again. 

I headed back to the office to search there.  The back gate to the parking lot was locked so I had to drive around the front and circle to the back.  At this point, I was in panic mode and every second was an hour long.  I looked where I had parked that day and nothing.  I walked up to the back door, which was locked, and nothing on the sidewalk so I got back in my car and drove to the front door of my building. 

By this time I was having trouble breathing!! I came in the front door and walked the path I would have taken when I left (from the elevator to the back door).  I then took the elevator (not in there) up to my floor, diligently looking on the floor as I walked toward my office.  I searched the reception area and then the top of my desk.  I got my phone out to use the light and looked under my desk. 

There it was at the very back corner under my desk.  I did drop something earlier that day and bent under my desk to pick it up.  I guess it was then the hearing aid fell off and I must have pushed it to the back while sliding my feet. 

Holy moly that was close.  I was about to cry by the time I found it.  Those earplugs are big bucks for anyone but especially me.  I'm going to call the clinic tomorrow and see if there is anything like a sticky putty I can use to keep the hearing aids in place.  If not, I'm going to check into the stuff that they use for dentures.  If it is safe enough to put in your mouth it should be safe to glue my hearing aids to my head. 

Whew.  What a day!!

Monday, March 12, 2018

Spring Break has Arrived

Things are settling in well at the new job.  It was spring break here this week and I missed being able to keep the Grand Girls for the week.  They did come this weekend and I confess I was pretty tired by the time they left. 

We went shopping for a few clothing items for each of them.  They have outgrown most of the clothes I have here so we decided to buy a few summer things.  The oldest wanted blue jean shorts.  She is built like her mother with long legs.  I was not sure I wanted to let her out in those shorts. Hahaha.  I thought her Dad will be getting out the shotgun pretty soon.  The youngest was a lot easier to please.  She is still pretty suggestible when you tell her what to wear.  That won't last long either. 

Buddy, the attack chihuahua, has been getting bigger (fat) since we've cut down on his walking.  Bless his little pointed head.  We are still not out of trouble yet.  Got a text from the bite man today.  Apparently, he did go to the hospital so I guess dollar signs are in the future.  The apartment manager told me to tell him to go through the office and we told him that but he still wants to make contact through my daughter's cell phone.  I told her today to block his number.  She said she was afraid to because he might show up at the door and that would really make me mad at him.  She could be right on that one. 

I'm trying just to stay calm.  Worrying or being mad won't make it work out any better.  Maybe I should find a track to walk and then I could walk off some of the frustration and Buddy could walk off some of the fat - well maybe both of us could walk off some fat.  Hahaha.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

There is always another side to the Coin

Still thinking about my previous post and what will happen to Buddy and me. 

So I'm sitting here thinking.  What would I do if I were bitten by a dog I didn't know and therefore couldn't verify that he had his rabies shots? 

Would I go to the hospital?  Would I wait until the next day and go to my doctor's office at which time germs could be ravishing my leg?

I'm trying to be honest and fair to this guy.  It really humbles me that I wasn't able to fix the situation right away.  I could have gone upstairs right away and pulled my proof of vaccination if I had known there was a problem.  If I didn't understand how that works what would I have done? 

If he had gone to the hospital what would the hospital have done?  I doubt they would have started him on rabies shots as I understand that is painful and expensive.  Maybe they gave him a tetanus shot but I always thought of that for rusty nails, not dog bites.  I guess when in doubt, it wouldn't hurt. 

I just can't imagine what they could have done for him that would cost $3,500.  Of course, I could joke that just walking into a hospital could cost that much! 

I like to think I am a responsible dog owner.  I pick up after him. I quiet him when he barks.  I move off the sidewalk so other people can pass when we are walking. 

There is a lesson here to be learned and I'm afraid it might be a hard one.

Buddy is in trouble

Well, I started a new little job as an admin in a psychology office so I've been getting used to the old work schedule again.  I had enough energy this weekend to go to the library and run my other chores so I guess I'm back in the groove.

I'm in a tizzy over a situation that has been developing over a month or two.  One day when I was walking Buddy and my daughter's dog Chu, the dogs' leashes got tangled up around my legs and I wasn't able to pull Buddy off the sidewalk so the man behind us could get by.  He walked around us but he claimed Buddy bit him.  Buddy has never bitten anyone before, but he could scare off a lion with the amount of barking he does sometimes - Chihuahuas are famous for that and it is embarrassing and a pain. 

The man did not say anything to me at the time but he complained to the office and then stopped my daughter one night when she was walking the dogs.  The office manager and assistant came to see me about the incident.  She didn't realize it was me, and Buddy has even been in her office at the leasing office.  Anyway, she wrote up a report that Buddy was not vicious, etc. 

My daughter had given the man her cell phone number.  He contacted us to get Buddy's vaccination information which we provided and they also have a copy on record at the office.  My apartment has a lot of Indians and apparently, they are not dog owners or lovers as I have never seen any of them with the rest of us walking our dogs. 

To continue, he went to the doctor because he did not know what to do about a dog bite.  Today we got a text and he is saying he is $3,500 out of pocket for the dog bite?  I didn't see the bite.  My daughter said it looked like a scratch and I have a call in to the apartment manager to see what it looked like to her. 

How could anyone incur $3,500 in expenses for a dog bite?  I think someone took him to the cleaners or he is trying to take me to the cleaners.  Doctors are expensive but if he paid cash for a doctor visit, how much could it have been?

He also said he contacted the dog control people which takes this into a serious area.  I understand that he may be unfamiliar with dogs and I certainly take responsibility for my dog but I'm bamboozled.  I am very sorry this happened to him and I would gladly pay his medical bills but $3,500??

Well, I'll see what the apartment manager says.  He apparently intends to make this into something big so Buddy and I will just have to see where it takes us. 

Thursday, February 22, 2018

James Clear

This is just a share about a writer I have discovered.  It may or may not be of interest to you.  It won't hurt my feelings if it doesn't interest you or is something you do not have time to spend on.  Just FYI. 

I know that a lot of you, like me, like to think about healthy thinking.  I mean healthy in the mental sense not physical.

Along this line, I've been reading articles by a writer named James Clear. 

Today I read his article 5 Common Mental Errors That Sway You From Making Good Decisions. I enjoyed this article and wanted to share.  I especially wanted to think about #5 Confirmation Bias.  With the volatile situation our country faces in politics, among other situations, we need to be sure that we neither stick our head in the sand nor dig out only the information that supports our opinion. I need to assess what facts I am using to form my opinions

Anyway, if you are interested, click on the link above and read the short article. 

Below is a quote from his About Me:

About James Clear

James Clear

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About James Clear

Hi there, I'm James Clear. I'm an American author, entrepreneur, and photographer. I'm also the guy behind JamesClear.com (naturally).
This website is the home of my life's work. I write about habits and human potential. The central question I’m trying to answer through my work is, “How can we live better?”
In order to answer that question, I uncover the latest scientific research and explain it in a way that you can easily understand and actually use. As I share these science-based ideas for living a better life, I like to showcase the habits and rituals of athletes, artists, and entrepreneurs. By analyzing the stories of top performers from many different fields and understanding proven scientific principles, we can start to tease out the common characteristics that make these people the best at what they do.
My specific focus is on self-improvement tips based on proven scientific research.
I believe the best way to change the world is in concentric circles: start with yourself and work your way out from there.
I believe the best way to change the world is in concentric circles: start with yourself and work your way out from there. If you get yourself sorted out, then that is one less person for the world to worry about. You'll be in a position to contribute rather than consume. You will add order rather than disorder.
I write about the art and science of how to live better. Science because I am concerned with the root causes of our behavior and the data behind high performance. Art because I want to figure out how to apply these ideas and put them into daily practice.
But I don't merely write about things. Along the way, I like to try out the concepts for myself as I experiment with building better habits as an entrepreneur, writer, and weightlifter. In the end, my work ends up being one-part storytelling, one-part academic research, one-part personal experiment. It's a colorful blend of inspirational stories, academic science, hard-earned wisdom.