Hello. Once again, The Cracker Jack Agency which is SUPPOSED to deliver my DAILY newspaper, DAILY .. hasn't delivered it AGAIN. I cannot tell you how totally disgusted I am about this. We didn't get a delivery for 9 days in a row, in spite of phone calls and emails; then we got delivery for 3 days, and now we are back to getting no papers. The CrackerJackAgency is hereby dubbed The D**khead Agency. What kind of a moron can't follow a list of subscriptions he is supposed to deliver EVERY DAY? GADS!!!!!
Yep, it is another hot day, 87 degrees so far, and as with yesterday and the day before we are to have afternoon and evening thunderstorms.
Nannie has started reading me parts of HER newspaper, of course. There are very important statistics in there, like how old each person in the Obituaries was when they died. And she is obsessing over a picture of a black man and white woman who have 3 babies. She's still living in the past century. Plus she is going on and on about how the paper has 5 or 6 sections: "This isn't the paper I usually get!" I have told her 5 times in 6 minutes that the Sunday Edition ALWAYS has multiple sections. Another GADS!
I wouldn't mind an afternoon walk on the beach, Tweety, though I would probably pass on the swim, and wade instead. / I really have thought of printing on my face mask: "Yes, I am an idiot, so shut-up." No one has harassed me, though, and many folks are still wearing masks. But they can not follow the ONE-WAY signs of the grocery store aisles to save their souls. / Yeah, it's kinda hard to make tomato chutney without tomatoes. I have been craving so- called 'foreign foods' (ethnic) something wicked, but not many options are here in this area. Cooking? Nobody here is interested in good food if it is not in their normal realm of experience.
Joe, I think it wouldn't be a bad idea for me to start keeping a journal again, but usually after three days or so, I reread what I've written, tear out the pages, and shred them. I have thought of sending my three boxes of writings and poems to my former psychologist, as she is the only person I know who would appreciate and understand it all.
This isn't turning in to a nice day. Nannie wants to go home, she wants the car keys and to drive to her "home" 2 & 1/2 hours away; that is to the home which she does not have. She also says she will go over to live with her younger son, who wrote her off 3 years ago. That'd be fine, because HIS mother-in-law is also having to live with them now. Ha-ha!
Well, I am getting very crabby, and have nothing nice to say, so I'll put the laptop away.