No Stars In My Eyes

herring, when will you be writing your memoirs? I'm thoroughly convinced you know or have known nearly everybody, and have lived an eclectic and intriguing life peopled by a very wide cross-section of the populace! Make you a deal ... you start yours, if you haven't already, and I will begin to more diligently write out my MANY stories, small portions of which have small smatterings on a few pages of a very thick notebook, SO FAR!!!....So, Whaddya say? Deal? I really do enjoy reading the pieces of your life you share here!

Ditto, but now at least now I do not to have to fill Nannie's also!!!

Yeh, it officially became fourth of July at exactly midnight when the neighbors across the street popped of a small display of about one of each of 5 varieties of quite colorful "fun". Guess it's a small prequel to tomorrow night's party next door. BCg, As usual the mention and thought of New England fried clams made my mouth water; there's nothing remotely like them here. All there is here is some icky-poo so-called "clam-strips", which are not only RUBBERY, but mostly tasteless! A TRAVESTY!!! And your divine -sounding peach-Prosecco w/ whipped cream! AUGH! I feel PITIFUL now! Slobbering and Sad. (a boo-boo-iip icon should go here) / And congrats on your mortgage refinance. / And Happy B'day to your DS! j22, Oh the misery of losing a good hair stylist and having to find another, and 'break a new one in" so they do what you want, the way you want it I know what you mean. I have what is referred to as "Teflon Hair" which means it is better to do a dry cut on it. Not too many haircutters like to do that, for some reason. My hair does not fall in locks when it is cut; every single hair dives off in a different direction. / I have a collection of leftover veggies in broth to add more to and finish creating it as a soup for my lunch tomorrow. But no fried clams, no fried clams ;>( dianah, hope your hubby's jamming friend has a very light case of COVID and feels better soon, with no complications. / I never heard of a vacuum cleaner turning itself off! Would like to ditch the two old bohemoth vacs here for something easier for me to handle. I liked the old fashioned Hoovers; probably could get one from Vermont Country store, but not sure of the cost. It would be lower on the list of needed things, though. No word on Nannie other than "she had a pretty good day" and so did WE!!!

"If you're not in the obituary, eat breakfast." (Carl Reiner)

Yeah, well ...okay. Let's just say, um, it depends on which version with which actresses. It was very popular, and I know they had a big effect on modern ...or at least the , what, 1970's and/or 1980's (? whenever) culcha. So, I'll give you that. I was watching an ad for a new show that was about a beautiful young lady, a teenager, being trained as a bad-a$$ assassin. I do think it's kind of asinine to always have the young pretties (male and female) in all the TV shows, doing work that is probably taken care of by not so young or pretty folks IRL. Certainly not ones with the perfect coifs and complexions, and ogling-worthy butts, etc. But that's TV and that's okay, 'cause I don't watch 'em anywayz. *I have control of the remote in my house! Hubby wants to watch Dr. Pimple-Popper. That's okay, but so far he says he's just saying that to aggravate me. And he sometimes watches old movies with me, other times he goes upstairs and looks out the window to watch the deer coming to feed. Wait, is this groan-worthy? It could very well be! But I'm going back to searching for jokes to lift from other sources. No, it's not a competition, Grumpy, really! It's just that I saw that cartoon about 3 people, etc. this morning, and I felt like I had to give my opinion about the 3 Stooges! *

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK------Anybody home? Y'all are out enjoying the weather, maybe? Or working? Anyway, I did get all the laundry done, and packed some of Nannie's pj's, like I said. The other clothes That I pulled off the rack in her room, are all in a pile on the bed. At some point I am going to put some of her favorite matchy-matchy and colors that mix'n'match, (combo) 'outfits' together, so we can take them to her once she is ....somewhere! I got the heavy layer of dust out from under the fridge with the vac-hose. I felt kinda ungainly laying on the floor to do so, but it got done. Swept the kitchen and used some of those Mr Clean cleaning squares...like sponges, only not... and cleaned the corners of the kitchen floor where little things tend to collect, like the mop'n'glo stuff on the sponge mop which leaves dirty bubbles which dry and set up camp there. Hubby doesn't do the "finesse" part of mopping, which is fine, but it does get to looking cruddy after a few moppings like that. Nannie once told me she got down with some kind of heavy duty cleaner and a knife to clean the corners.....and at the time I said, "Well, don't be shy! Have at it!" (She declined) Anyway, by then hubby called and said he was on his way home and wash going to mop the kitchen floor! I was glad, because I had lost a good bit of my energy-steam by then. Now I am down in the den cooling off under the AC vent. It's wicked hot and humid outside. Tomorrow is supposed to be as bad. Hubby said he was at least going to mow the front yard. I told him to do it EARLY. I'm going to stay in and putter around doing things I couldn't give my attention to when Nannie was here. No big fireworks displays going on around here, HOWEVER, our next door neighbor is going to have a party, and they've got firecrackers (illegal here; hope nobody calls the law on them!). I plan on giving Ozzie some pets' Rescue Remedy, closing the drapes in the den and having the TV on and turned up a bit more than usual, to help cover up or at least mute some of the fire-crackering whistles, bangs and pops, so MAYBE he won't spend the evening shaking and rattling his skin, muscles and bones. Well, hello, herring; there's a little band at the bottom of the screen that says "herring_RN has replied" so I'll stop here for now. You know me, though; it is entirely possible I will be back here later! ENJOY THE WEEKEND, EVERYONE!

Good Early Afternoon, Joe ... and all else who come along. Last night I had the worst time falling asleep because just before light's out, poor old Ozzie was scratching at his ear, and began whimpering something awful. I leapt up and saw he had gotten his left front paw/claws STUCK in a big wadded up knot of fur; naturally I helped him get un-stuck, but then was worrying and planning how to get his ear-knots all trimmed off so it won't happen again. It made me feel soooo bad, I couldn't stop thinking about it. At 3 AM I gave up, in that I got one of my 0.5 Xanax tablets, snapped it in half, and put each half under each side of my tongue. It is a DISGUSTING tasting pill, but I wanted it to get into my bloodstream PRONTO. It sure did! I could finally fall asleep. Whew! This morning after hubby and I had coffee, we sat outside on the patio, pulled our chairs knee-to-knee, and he held Ozzie, more or less to just steady him. Ozzie did not try to get down or away. I trimmed knot after knot off those ears. I have to say, Ozzie was very calm throughout the whole process and I was glad I did not nick him at all. Now his ear-fur looks choppy and short, but we don't care how it looks, as he is obviously quite happy to have his ears feeling better.You know when hair wads up like that it pulls on the skin when there is movement and he can shake his head without that happening. If only I felt confident about trimming his nails ... but they are all black nails and the 'quick' is not visible; I don't want to chance it. I'd love to get after the knots in his long, plumed tail, too, but maybe later tonight. I have been going through Nannie's clothes and pj's to get some matched up and washed, dried, packed for her at the hospital. (By the way, of course her COVID test was negative.) Since she has had a habit of packing/repacking at various times, and hiding stuff, I found a lot of pieces of clothing in odd places. Still can't find her other slipper, but maybe it will reveal itself later on. In the pouch of her rollator/walker, I found mail and a newspaper from FEBRUARY! One was a magazine dated Feb. 17th, and a refund check for me! for some product I'd returned ($14.98), and, ta-da-da-DAAAAA....a local newspaper in which there is NOT. ONE. SINGLE. WORD. ABOUT. THE. VIRUS!!!! I was amazed to see so-called 'normal' headlines for various stories, but not one thing about all the stories that are filling the papers now. Like a weird time-capsule! So, I am going back to laundering; also plan to sweep or vac and mop some floors. I actually have the energy to do all this! Plus, hubby is not home to get in my way. He is a linear-type and I do 5 things at a time, going from one to another and back again, until it gets done. Which means I make a mess while I'm cleaning up. It suits me, but I think it makes him a bit crazy. There are some other things I was going to mention, but they will have to wait. 1.) because I can't recall at the moment WHAT, and 2.) I want to get back to working on the house. For instance, do you know that in the two years we've been here, some of the ceiling fans, and the 'works' under the refrigerator have become entirely dust laden. I may not do much day-to-day cleaning, and I admit I am a clutterer, but like my Mom...if there is a big cleaning job to tackle, I'm good to go (IF I have the energy, which I do, for today) See yez laydah on today .....

That nurse who says she is in Texas with Covid-19 and can't come home to infect her grandparents ... that excuse sounds like fodder for a very bad country-music song. If it was wintertime, she would be snowed-in somewhere in the Great White North, where her car ran off the road and got totaled; you know, the 'perfect excuse'. Anybody I'd worked with who did that would've been canned, esp. given her history. No call-No show is just plain dirty, and at a lot of work-places that is whatchacall a "Firing Offense." PERIOD! Heck awmighty, I don't even KNOW her and she gets on MY nerves! Hospital is keeping Nannie a second night while the results of her COVID-19 test are pending. If she's negative, they can admit her. If she were to go to the fourth floor, she would be there to be stabilized on her meds. They want to UP the seroquel again, even though there is the possibility she could get CHF as a side effect, but she HAS TO be stabilized at this point, regardless. Did I say that she has been dx'd w/ Alzheimers as well? Anyway, the plan is to send her to a facility either quite East of us OR quite West if us once they've got her stabilized. The nurse told hubby to get together about 3-4 days worth of some kind of garments -- both pj's and some clothing/shoes, and bring it to the hospital. I will do that tomorrow while he is going to get my car over to the Dealership for some odds'n'ends details that need takin' care of. We can't go visit Nannie, but is probably just as well, as originally she had assumed she'd be at the hospital about 24 hours and then be brought back home. But it appears that ain't a'gonna happen. Hubby is by now already closely related to the devil and in the doghouse bigtime as far as she is concerned. He is becoming resolved that he has done his very best at trying to honor his dad's dying request to take care of her and let her live at home. Her own doctor has been telling hubby for at least a year now that he was more worried about hubby's health concerns resulting from caretaking Nannie, than anything else. Yesterday evening was kinda weird, because we were half dreading and anticipating the ER would call us to tell us to come and get her to bring her home. But today and tonight has been pleasantly quiet and calm, not having to cater to and keep an eye on Nannie every minute, or worry about all her hi-jinks we've had to deal with for so long now. Her ex-doc, the family-friend who told hubby to call 911 yesterday, called hubby tonight to check up on how he was doing through all this, and to shore up hubby's decision. And because, being a very well-respected, long-time, still-in-practice physician, he could get into Nannie's medical records; so although he is not Nannie's 'official' PCP, he is still the head of the practice of doc she has now. His opinion carries a good deal of weight, and people listen to him. It is also good for our current physician that he has "The Big Guy's" support and guidance through all this. I can already see hubby starting to regain some natural relaxation that had been clamped down by all the increasing tension these past two years. I just knew he had to wait until he felt the time was right before any action toward this direction was taken. I will be glad to see the burdens lifted from his shoulders. And, of course, from mine as well, but like I said all along, her not being MY mother, I did not want to push or 'take over'. At least after 30 years of us being married, even though I was often dismayed, I KNOW how he works regarding certain things. But now he will have a much clearer conscience and with a bit more time, be even more satisfied, even though it's been rough on him, that he's done all he could. Thanks so much for the prayers and thoughts and support! Amen and AMEN!

Yeah, well .... okay.

Aside from thinking I'm not sure right now who Manny, Moe and Jack are....I agree with ALL of yez. I DO particularly prefer the Marx Bros over those (Idiot, unfunny) Stooges, but that question and answer, I lifted from a cartoon. I was/am a huge PP&M fan. Thank you to herring for the videos! Also want to add: The Chad Mitchell Trio! Maybe they didn't "significantly shape modern culture", but I preferred them to The Kingston Trio; I think due to my sister and her schoolmates had the Chad Mitchell Trio give several Concerts at their private school and I was exposed more to their albums. They were QUITE funny and clever!

j22, Someone sent a picture of a very large hornet in to The Answer Man in a NC newspaper, asking if it was a Murder Hornet. It wasn't, it was an 'introduced European Hornet', a "vespa crabro". I thought if it was a crabby hornet big enough to ride a Vespa, that's purty darn scary and BIG! His answer (not a 'real' answer, but his own answer) was: After looking @ the pictures of this beast, I can confirm it is a "COVID-19/ Saharan Dust Cloud/ Election Year / Social Unrest / Approaching Locusts / Looming Meteorite Strike / 2020 Worst Year EVER Hornet" ... and, ... "Remember those golden days of (early) 2020 when all we had to worry about was a hornet the size of a school bus laying waste to the human race?" He also said the guy who sent the pix "doesn't have to barricade himself in the basement with a shotgun and a blow-torch." PS: HEY! Stop reading this and rest those EYES!!!!! ((((j22))))

Name three historical figures who have significantly shaped modern culture. Larry, Moe, and Curly.

AMEN-AMEN-AMEN!!!!!

I don't know what that little 'page' icon is doing at the front of where I was saying I had an L O L moment. It got there when I tried to edit the thing from having the first instead of the L O L letters. I realize now that if you type those actual three letters without a space in between them, you get the face icon. The second icon laughing, I DID put there on purpose. I don't think it matters, but if I was wondering why that square thing was there, maybe some of y'all were, too. Oh, hush up Stars! I'm going back to doing crossword puzzles, to keep my head busy until we hear from that doc. I told hubby he was to bring his phone down here and put it on speaker so I could also hear what the guy had to say.

Joe, Nannie is supposed to have a "virtual" exam by a psychiatrist at some point today. Last time hubby spoke with the nurse, one of things she did NOT mention was the possibility of Nannie coming home and going to outpatient psych appts. I hardly think that would be appropriate given her 30-second short-term memory problem, because no amount of therapy would stick in her brain. The nurse said this morning that the shrink would be able to recommend if Nannie be "sent up to the 4th floor" (their psych unit) or "recommend a placement." So, we w-a-i-t. But at least Nannie is there, and all really is peaceful here. I had an actual moment, imagining you sitting on the phone thinking to yourself how glad you were when people quit answering your calls yesterday because if they did answer, it took up a lot of time! If I had that job, being as I am not much of a telephone person, I'd be not wanting folks to answer their phones, either! Ted, I think of you as a mad-scientist type, playing with all that equipment in your studio, maybe talking to yourself or the machines, getting everything JUST SO! Well, though, a certain obsessiveness is necessary with creativity. When I was writing poems all the time, it was like doing sculpture, taking away words or adding words, or rearranging lines. I knew when I'd "got it right" (IMHO) when my heart would actually start to beat faster/harder. Seriously! Because it really was exciting to me to KNOW I'd said what I wanted to say, HOW I wanted to say it. H'lo to all the rest of you bunch! I'll keep you up on the latest developments w/ you-know-who.....