Sunday afternoon I mowed the back yard, which doesn't take long, and then I went to the front because I wanted to plant some bulbs so I'll have tulips and daffodils next spring. As I perused the area where I want to put the bulbs, I bent down to pick up some sticks and something on the right side of my back went
Sharp pain! No bulbs went in the ground.
Monday evening I was in the kitchen and leaned down a little to toss a little something in the trash. The left side of my back went
As I gasped in discomfort, I turned my head a bit and something in my neck wentAnd just like that, I became an official member of The Mitchell Block Aching Back (and neck) Club. We meet at Moving With Mitchell, where we see glorious photos of Spain, and a couple of times, we've seen the moon, a.k.a. Mitchell's bottom. We also eat San Geraldo's baked goods. I love Mitchell dearly, and I think everyone who knows him feels the same.I had also hoped to start getting out some Christmas decorations. That hasn't happened. It's a good thing my work requires I sit. Although I'm stretching and moving carefully, the pain persists.
Likewise, the psychic pain from the election persists. To soothe my battered soul, I've been rewatching Downton Abbey. The first season alone offers such delights: The removal of Mr. Pamuk's corpse from Lady Mary's bed in the middle of the night! The machinations of Thomas and O'Brien, especially O'Brien "dropping" the soap! Branson has a thing for Lady Sybil, who has a thing for women's rights!
I can hardly stand to look at the news. He nominates one violator and idiot after another. The only good thing I can say about Pam Bondi is she's not Matt Gaetz. She has vowed to prosecute the prosecutors and investigate the investigators. Jack Smith moved to dismiss the election subversion case against the orange creep. There will be no justice.
Bob mentioned something at his brilliant blog, I Should Be Laughing, that I've been pondering for quite some time. It's something Carol and I have discussed. Don't you think it's strange the orange creature doesn't talk about the attempt on his life? That's something Carol and I, and I'm sure some other people, expect he would fixate on and not stop talking about how everyone screwed up and he's going to fire them all because "they" allowed him to be shot (maybe not shot, but something hit his ear and it bled). It was a big photo op for him. I bet he was scared shitless, or shitty. It's weird. Just think about it.
Moving on, I've been pleased to see gas prices decrease, but that won't last after the cretin enacts his 25% tariff on Canada. We get a lot of our gas from our friends to the North. I wonder if anyone has even tried to explain to him that WE are the ones who will pay for the tariffs? Probably not. Everyone should know by now that it's pointless. This is a man who thought a hurricane could be stopped by dropping a nuclear bomb in the eye.
We are going to miss Joe Biden and Kamala Harris.
I have turned down any and all invitations for Thanksgiving. I appreciate the kindness of my friends who issue invitations, but all I want to do tomorrow is take a nap and only talk to Princess and Penelope. It will be lovely to have a day without any questions from our clients, who do not read the documents we send to them. I'm happy to help them. I really am. I just want a day of NOT doing it.
Our current supervisor, J, is relaxed and laid back, yet he is thorough about taking care of our needs. I appreciate the way he has taken us on. I am thankful for him.
I am also thankful because Carol is here after spending the summer in a cooler climate. She fell recently, though, which concerns me greatly. She has a huge bump on her forehead at the hairline and terrible black eyes. It breaks my heart to see her discomfort. Carol is 85 and verly lively and independent but she also had a bad fall last year.
Carol told me she has a t-shirt with a quotation on it from Democratic Congresswoman Jasmine Crockett: BLEACH BLONDE BAD BUILT BUTCH BODY
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