Last Day

Wow the last day of 2025. A couple of days ago a friend told me I need to keep writing because what I had to say was important to others.I appreciate her advice but I don't think so.I have written and published six books and I believe that is enough. They range from 2004 to 2023. I think I would rather just offer occasionally on Facebook.

My books have no doubt covered most of my life and I have manged to piss off most of my relatives. Not bad for one lifetime!

The only thing I haven't written is my fall last July. It landed me in another surgery followed by five months, so far, of various therapies. It is getting better and I am looking forward to walking unaided. I am at the moment cracking up over communication from my only daughter. She apparently thinks I hated myself. Not sure where she came up with that crap, but if she is passing it on to her patient I feel really sorry for them. She also thinks her brother, 18 years her senior,  is simple a friend. All I can say is if were not for his help the last five months would have been impossible. 

Well that's about it for now.Nothing else is new As I said Bernadine I really don't think I will write anymore books! 

wondering

 I am wondering how thousands and thousands of people could march in protest of Trump and he is still here? And if he wasn't? There is his VP, just as bad! Is 2026 going to be any better? I don't see how!

Dreaming

 I woke up really early this morning thinking there was a bill I hadn't paid. The thought wouldn't go away. After I got up I looked through my records to try and figure out what it was. I finally decided I had no records of paying my property tax bill for this year. I a usually very good about keeping records. I could find no proof that I had paid it or could not even find any record of the paperwork.I checked with my son to ask how I could find out if I had paid it. I called the number and ask for the record.

I had not paid this years bill and this was the last day to pay at least half. Apparently I never got the bill in the mail. Something had happened to our mail. This was not the first time either. In my opinion the person who delivers our mail should be fired or at least be taught how to read!  

Just Me

Well here I am at age 87 almost,88. I am wondering what I am supposed to do now. I have had several surgeries, three husbands (all deceased) three children, only one still speaks to me, and four grandchildren, again only one still speaks.

The fact that I am Catholic was an accident. Noting my second husband was and didn't even go to church I decided to join the church as most of his family were Catholics. Biggest mistake I ever made. It brought on panic attacks and really never fit. Previously I had been a member and presiding officer of several Masonic organizations. The office I loved was Chaplain because I always felt I was speaking directly to the Creator. This probably began as a child when I had surgery. I was picked up and carried to the lap of someone who gave me the choice of staying with him or going back to my life. I guess you know which I chose.

Now I am wondering  if I  made a wise choice as I am now trying to recover from my latest surgery. There has got to be some reason for all this. It would be nice if someone would tell me what that is. Why am I still here and what in hell am I supposed to do now?

New appointment

 Well my appointment yesterday resulted in hurry up and wait. There are only two therapy offers in the area now. Looks like I have to wait another week for an appointment at Cibola Hospital. I can't believe Good Sam sent me home with nothing except what I knew from my previous experiences.I guess I did learn a little from the therapy I had there. So time marches on- slowly! I would like to practice with a Cain while I am waiting, but I don't want to fall again and start over.

Miss me yet?

 I have been in and out of health care facilities for a couple of months.I tripped over what I thought was a ladder, but apparently my own feet.  ended up breaking my femur from a previous hip replacement.What a great way to spend the summer! I am now at home, but not free to do what I want. It has been a learning experience for me that I do not want to repeat.

At the moment I am trying to heal and decide what to do next. At first I rejected the idea of a new book. How many can you write in one lifetime? On second thought perhaps there is something new to be offered to my readers.Isn't that why God gives us the same experiences? I need to think about that!

I have an evaluation appointment on Friday so PMS can offer their opinion of where I am. If nothing else I believe I have learned to stand up for myself and not just say okay. Perhaps that is what this was all about? Anyway I will get back to you all when I decide on a future! 

 

Is he dead yet?

I saw this question the other day and there was no need to add a name to it. It is a question I wake every day with.There is really nothing I can do to make it happen. One would think with the thousands and thousands marching against him he would get the idea that it is time for him to go.I can't imagine how it would feel to have that many people marching in protest of me. It makes me wonder if he has any feelings at all, He just keeps sticking his finger up there with a pen attached to sign new orders. It appears that even his current wife has had enough. I would think so! I would think his children would feel the same if it were not for the money that ends up in their pockets.

So I am just one who keeps asking, Is he dead yet?