Oh, Here We Go Again...

...more random thoughts for a Friday.

Last night, one hour before I had planned to leave to go to the nursing home for the"February" birthday party, I walked into the kitchen and caught bright sunlight in my eye. INSTANTLY, I was hit with a throbbing, pulsating, gyrating, rap-singing, head-banging migraine. This one was BAD.

But, it did go away, after I slept for two hours and fifteen minutes. I woke up in a dark room and did not know where I was, who I was, or whether or not it was 8:45 in the morning or evening. Twenty four hours later, I can still feel it, but it is somewhat bearable, with medication.

THGGM picked up my dad and they had a wonderful time at the party. THGGM and my dad both were happy to see my mom in such a good mood. She does like parties.

Famke seems to have come down with something. Most likely what Jonge has (boogers in the ear - see below). But, it is even harder to watch in one so young. Daughter had an appointment today, so Jonge and Famke stayed with me for the two hours she was gone. I am happy to report that we ALL slept the entire two hours. I cannot think of a better way to spend an afternoon than napping with grandchildren. Well, other than being awake with grandchildren.

Now on to more random topics,

What is it with Sally Fields not being able to remember to take her osteoporosis meds each week? Truly, if she cannot remember something that simple, she really should be taking Aricept as well. Some commercials bug me. That is one of them.

How much money do they pay actors to portray someone who is suffering from something shameful or embarrassing? NO ONE should ever dance around on a stage singing about upset stomachs and diarrhea. I still remember when my mom would not let me sing the Blatz beer song that always played during the evening news (kegs, cans and bottles - all taste the same!) what must mothers be saying now? And then there is that sleep aid that is always being advertised. The one with a possible side effect of 'bad taste'. Goodness, do I know A LOT of people taking that one! Bad taste is certainly going around.

It appears as if the worst of the drama called 'getting my mom covered by medicaid' is over. She will be covered. It seems that there is another application that needs filling out and sending in, but she does qualify. Hopefully this happy news will stave off any further meltdowns on my part. Of course, that does remain to be seen. Something about medicaid not covering prescription drugs. I must check that out.

Yesterday, while Famke slept, I finished reading Madeleine L'Engle's "Love Letters". I cannot say that I loved it, but I did enjoy it very much. Next I've picked up L'Engle's "The Irrational Season". I've read it before, and know that I do love this one. For some reason, I'm enjoying nonfiction more than fiction at the moment.

I haven't seen the 'blue' mouse again. It is really a dark grey, but that isn't a color that Jonge knows yet. I did leave out an offering for the hideous creature. A trick I learned. I left it a tortilla chip. It was gone this morning, and now all I have to do is listen to where the crunching is coming from. Traps will be set. I assure you (me).

Lately I've been perusing sites containing the letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Robert Browning. The book I recently purchased at an antique store "The World's Great Letters" contained the letter Elizabeth wrote to her sisters after her secret wedding to Browning. Of course, that caused me to want to know more. I also located my copy of "Sonnets from the Portuguese", but for some odd reason, they just aren't hitting the spot for me. I used to LOVE them. Now, I read them and find myself thinking - "Good grief. Just stop that." I tend to be like that with poetry. I either love it and find myself all teary-eyed, or it makes me cringe. Always, though, Dr. Seuss works for me. His is the highest form of poetry. Totally senseless.

I think I did fairly well this month, using up things I have around the house. It will get easier once my little shop of horrors in the basement gets set up. Progress is being made. My cabinets and counter top are in place. Yet, the floor is littered with open boxes of who-knows-what. I have great amounts of who-knows-what. Also, some who-knows-why and even a bit of I-know-not-what-nor-why.

One of my sorting jobs from last weekend was getting all of my linens into the linen closet in the hallway. THGGM brought in a huge box and I set to work washing, folding, and putting away. It felt wonderful! Free-ing, even. I filled it up! Ah, so satisfying. Then, THGGM dropped off two more boxes the same size as the first one. Now...what to do with all of that...

I see a large garage sale in my spring-time future.