Walking in Falling Snow!

In all my born days, [about 29,200 not counting infant years and knee replacements] I have never before walked in falling snow two days in a row! The snow stopped when I got home from walking yesterday, and the sun is shining now today. Still, snow hit my face as I walked, and that made it count.

My daughters and I have the app Life360, and I told them they could always look at their phones to see if I happened to be out. I eagerly looked after I got home, planning to post the recorded map. It didn’t work today! I’ll show you what it looked like yesterday when I went the full mile. Despite the picture, I was on the same small road coming and going.

Today it gave an address I walk by and recorded my trip in writing – 8:06 am – 8:10 am (3 min). Although I walked half an hour, I got credit for only a tenth of that! What on earth did it think I was doing? Making angels in the snow?? Idly chatting with a neighbor in very cold weather? Did the phone protest being in my pocket where it was much warmer than the rest of me? Surely it wasn’t taking a long smoke break! It must have taken a nap. Sleeping on the job!!

Bedside Drawer

I told myself umpteen times to clean out the drawer in the bedside table. The table is quite old, having come down through my father’s family. Someone, not a professional furniture maker, put it together. The drawer never did fit right and is hard to open and close. Nothing used on a daily basis would ever be in there.

I knew I would find a small flashlight without a battery, but I was surprised there were four of them. Packets of tissues were there, the kind you’d put in a pocket or a handbag. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d make you sneeze. A total surprise was a plastic kazoo. I hummed a tune in it and threw it away.

The bulk of the space was taken by twisted charging cords, like a mess of black snakes. Ugh! Hidden among them was a flip phone, my first mobile telephone, not used for ten years. I’ve put those things in a bag and will add other old phones and electronic gear. I plan to find cords to match, charge the items, and wipe them clean. I don’t think anyone would want them, but it’s not good to have personal information stored on old devices.

If you have a bedside table with a drawer, do you know what is in it? You could be surprised!

Ring Doorbell

If only my title here were true! My doorbell doesn’t ring!!! When neighbors Shawn and D came over, Shawn knocked on the door to get my attention. She knew I had worked to get it to sound like a Lionel train, and it did on my telephone! She pressed the button before she stepped across the threshold. Nothing happened. A few times later it did ring, but the sound was outside, not in the kitchen!! What is the point of that? Reassuring the person that it can make a noise and leading them to believe I would hear nothing??

It’s too bad I didn’t complain more so that I could take more back. After writing the above paragraph, I tried the bell myself. Nothing happened. I looked at what I had pressed – the old bell that was taped to keep people from using it!! The bigger bell with RING on it did seem to work. I am skeptical, though. The next time someone comes to visit and is willing to help me, we will test that ringer thoroughly. Shawn was using the right button, or nothing would have sounded. As a first resort, not the last resort, I used an indelible marker, hoping people will see they need to use the big ringer.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day from my warm heart to yours.

I’m beginning to understand why my dear neighbors are concerned about me. From time to time they have urged me not to walk when it is cold. I say the same thing each time, that I’m warm and much prefer being cold to boiling under the summer sun. I almost had to eat those words today. Not quite, but almost.

I looked at two different weather forecasts last night, both of which said it was going to get cold during the night. Before going to bed, I did the tap dance – going around the house to turn on the cold water taps to keep the pipes from freezing. When I woke, I saw that the temperature was not in the teens. I didn’t think it was dangerously cold. I wore a top, sweat shirt, jeans, and windbreaker, not my warm coat. Not knowing I should have been cold, I walked as carefree as usual. I was shocked to look at the thermometer when I came back in. It was 24, not 34. Freezing is 32. I was only one digit off on the right side.

Doing a quick mental check, I found my feet toasty warm. Fingers, cheeks, and ears were only slightly cool. No harm done! My heart was as warm as always.

Going forward, I’m going to use the end of the driveway as my testing point. Last week I turned around there and hung my hat on the doorknob and should have left my windbreaker, as well. Today I wasn’t tempted to go back for another layer of clothing, and I was right. Again, Happy Valentine’s Day from my warm heart to yours.

Boosting the Doorbell

Two times recently I would have missed people at my front door if I hadn’t been just a few feet away. I’ve had this doorbell for a couple of years and never made it perform well. Do you do that kind of thing? Do you have a mental list of little jobs that never get done? Maybe I’m just small-minded.

I looked at the list of sounds the device could make. Westminster chimes were out, because the clock has dibs on that. There were 10 choices of Christmas melodies that I failed to use in December. Then there were the things that I’d never consider like Thursday Night Football, Dogs Barking, and Charge! My eyes lit up when I saw Train Whistle. That’s the one for this house! John would have gotten a kick out of that. I know, because he was delighted that our phones rang the sound of a steam engine. The doorbell version is more like a Lionel model train. It lacks the music of live steam, but it will get my attention.

Distraction from Worry

I was disturbed that my eyes did not adjust to new glasses after I wore them all day for two weeks. The woman at Walmart checked them for accuracy and urged me to go back to my doctor. I made the appointment after the weekend and was very pleasantly surprised that it was the following day. That greatly lessened my scope for worrying. Neighbor Shawn comforted me by saying you tend to worry more when you get older. I was good at worrying when I was young, and I must have reached perfection now.

No matter what I did, my mind kept dwelling on it. It was like a yo-yo. Give it up; pull it back. Repeat endlessly. It was marvelous that Shawn came over to sit with me on the porch in the sun. She welcomes the sun; I hide from it. We got uncomfortably warm, moved to the back porch, and returned when we cooled off. I was very grateful for the distraction, because I didn’t worry at all while she was here.

The morning of the appointment, daughter Kate called, which was a lovely distraction. My doorbell rang, and it was a dear friend from church coming to check on me. Glasses were the last thing on my mind as I enjoyed his magical story-telling. I knew his wife’s mother died in December, and they spent a month out of state dealing with that. They live closer to me than anyone else in church and have been very kind to me since John died.

What I didn’t worry about and should have was the weather. The day before, Shawn offered to take me to the appointment, but I was confident I could get home before it was dark. I hadn’t allowed for a very dark, rainy day. I asked if she could still drive me, and she was willing, even though it meant she might not be back in time for a church function. God bless my wonderful neighbors!

My appointment was after regular hours, so I went in to an empty waiting room and was taken within two or three minutes. One eye had changed slightly. I remembered to tell her that between her giving me the prescription and my wearing the glasses on my face, I’d had an injection for AMD in that eye. (Worry is good for something!) It could have caused the change. She knew I had gotten the glasses at Walmart and that they would change the lenses once in the first 60 days free of charge. She urged me to take advantage of it and to come back to her if I have any trouble with the new glasses. I was a happy camper and enjoyed chatting with Shawn all the way home.

Lunch on the Porch

Those were neighbor Joyce’s plans, to have lunch on the porch. I thought it was much colder than that, but I did have half my breakfast on the screened porch. I did not tarry, being driven inside by the wind. Hot soup might be a good choice for lunch. Alternate plan – stay inside to eat.

It’s amusing how one little thing can shake up your world. I’ve worn my new glasses for two weeks, and my eyes have not adjusted to them. The optician checked and said the lenses were the correct prescription. She suggested I go back to the eye doctor to make sure the numbers were correct. I have a niggling suspicion that one eye has degenerated (AMD – Adult Macular Degeneration).

Meanwhile, I moved closer to the computer screen. The reading part of the glasses forced me to throw my head back to an awkward angle. Awkward became painful. To gain height, I brought out the balance ball to sit on. Sneakers did not grip the floor, so I added a landing strip for my feet. So far I haven’t fallen off. If I do roll off, I’ll blame the new glasses. I refuse to admit I’m unbalanced.

Outings and Errands

Many weeks I take the car out only once. I shop at the supermarket and run errands in Waynesville. This week I had my annual appointment with the dermatologist in Clyde. As a reward for taking care of myself, I went a few doors down to Dollar Tree. Most things in the store cost $1.25. I was looking for Valentine dishes and a helium balloon. They had beautiful dishes for Thanksgiving last fall, but only red items for February. That was nothing special. There were no Valentine balloons, either. Normally I would look until I found something to buy, but this time I just walked out.

Practically next door was Burger King. I treated myself to a Bacon King burger. It was much bigger than I thought it would be, but I ate the whole thing. I saw a steady stream of cars stopping at the drive-through window. Inside, a new customer came in about every five or ten minutes. It was a slow time at 2:30. Since there wasn’t much to watch, I noticed Burger King crowns on every table. The one on my table demanded to be worn, so I took a selfie. It may have wanted me to wear it outside, but I drew the line at that.

Shelf Collapse

I was putting clean dishes on the middle shelf of an upper cabinet when one large plate rolled forward and fell to the floor. It was a plastic plate and didn’t break! I was mentally processing that, with eyes searching the board for the cause. One peg had failed, tilting everything forward. Amazingly, the board rested on six Corelle plates, upright in a rack. I gently removed all the dishes on the shelf and temporarily stored them in a bottom cabinet. Getting a new peg would have to wait, because I was in the middle of exploring a new laptop.

The old laptop was getting more unreliable by the day. The storage was almost full. It never had enough to space to begin with and was certainly not improving. Knowing the Windows 10 system was on the way out, I opted to spend Christmas gift money on a Windows 11 machine. I’m using it to write this. What a joy it is! The transfer was quite easy, probably because I already had OneDrive on the old one. It took over all my files and many settings. In a few days I’m going to see if it has room for all my permanent files currently on the old desktop. A bonus was setting up a connection with the telephone. I can type text messages that will be sent out by the phone, and I think I can now transfer photos from the phone directly to the computer.

Map of a Wild Bus Ride

The app Life360 automatically records a map of my travels, using my telephone to track me. I laughed when I saw it and compared it to my sedate ride home. The bus driver drove right by me, not having received the note that I would be at the end of the street. A green dot shows where the action began. There is an extra line, which must have been my pacing in front of neighbor Cindy’s house, waiting for the bus to come back by.

I added the blue dot to show where we picked up a man, and the two pink dots to denote our picking up two women. The three were dropped off at the red dot. We proceeded to my appointment near the brown dot. The recorded distance shows at the top – 25 miles!

A different bus brought me home. We went straight from the eye doctor’s office near the lake to my home. The distance was 10 miles.