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It’s been one of those days.  I have them more frequently now than before.  I don’t know why, I just feel discombobulated or something similar.  I did accomplish all I set out to do this week for a change.  Maybe that’s it…I finally have everything done for now.

If you read my book blog, you know that I’ve posted 6 or 7 reviews this week and that took a lot off my mind.  That doesn’t mean that I read all those books this week, though.  Sometimes I put off writing the reviews if I can’t think of anything to say about the book or the author.  I usually like the books I read, but sometimes there is a clinker.  I have had requests from authors to review their books, but have had to decline because I have such a stack to finish.  I may not live long enough to do that.

I gave the house a lick and a promise this week because we really did clean well last week.  That took a load off.  I can’t stand to have the sun shine in the windows and see the dust accumulated on the hardwood floor, nor can I stand the detritus that attacks the counters and floors and bathroom fixtures in between cleanings.  I try not to look, but then I stick to the floor and it’s all over.

I love to crochet and decided that I would try something new….a sweater!  I was so diligent…I measured, counted stitches, blocked the pieces, sewed them together with a very fine seam, or so I thought.  When I finished sewing in the sleeves and adding the trim, I found that the only person who could wear the thing would have to have the body of an orangutan.  The sleeves just weren’t the right length for the sweater.  I think I’ll try a poncho next.  If that doesn’t work, it’s back to hats, and blankets.

The dog received a bath this morning…he hates them, but I was ready for him.  I wore some old jeans, an old knit top and my old slippers ( I should have forgone the bra and undies too), and turned on the garage sink.  As soon as I dumped the little devil in the sink and soaked him down, he tried to climb up my head.  I got as wet as he did, although he got cleaner.   The clothes line in the garage is draped with my duds.  That’s why I have doggie cologne to use when he needs a bath.  I get to put if off until I am forced to take action.

This is the first entry I have written for my blog in quite a while.  I usually can think of great things to write about just as I am falling asleep in my comfortable bed and I am not about to get up to write.  I should though,  some of my somnolent thoughts are the best.  In the morning I don’t remember diddly, of course that continues all day.  I can’t remember anything…my kids’ names, did-I-take-my-pills, why-am-I-in-this-room…that sort of things.  What makes it worse is my husband can’t remember either.  We spend our days just wondering – who? what? where? when?  It’s hell to get old.




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