Passwords

You know, the older I get the more forgetful I seem to be. I worked in long term care for almost twenty years and was always told memory problems were caused by an ailment not by old age. I believed that for all those years and still do for certain things. Alzheimer’s Disease causes forgetfulness and so do other diseases.

Not a single soul ever, ever told me that for each program on the computer you could use the same password. So for years I have come up with these cutzie little passwords for each program. So, as far as I can think back, I have asked about six different programs to reset my password. Then I have asked about four of them to reset them again. Then I have gone without using one program for a month because I was embarrassed to ask again. As I was sitting here typing I happened to look to my left and there on an old notebook it said “the name of the program and the password.” I just could not believe it! I could have swore that I looked in that notebook because it has all kinds of programs and passwords. In the future this will not happen again. I see no reason why all my programs cannot have the same password. You have to understand that I am not computer savvy or use it for much more than emails and my stories. I am not worried about someone hacking into it. I will miss my cute little passwords though. If anyone knows why I should not do this, please let me know.

Should I Become A Gamer?

Well. That’s a big word this fall. Well. I am not a gamer on Facebook or individual games that you can play on video stations. I do like television, however. I do like my one soap that I have watched for years and years. I like some mysteries and some comedies and a sundry of other things. I use television for “noise” in the house. I listen to it while I am on the computer and talk to it. I agree or disagree with it. It is like having company in the house.

Arguing with television is a safe way to win one. Yeah, no one yells back at me. You probably have figured out what I am talking about. Politics!! I am just about at my wits end with these commercials. Plus they upset my husband. He starts in on them and takes sides and calls them liars and on and on. It seems that he is not the only one. Where I live everyone really gets into arguing over the opponents. They don’t even know them, just the commercials that they have run on television! I don’t want to talk about them. I don’t want my television shows ruined by sneaking in a commercial with someone attacking their opponent.

I think debate is wonderful. After all, I was a teenager once! Debate if done right, has rules, has different things that need to be debated to get everything covered so that the voters can make their minds up intelligently. In my opinion, it is not necessary to trash each other to make themselves look good. In my opinion also, I guess that I will have to watch cable channels so that I will not have to put up with these negative trashy ads.

Do You Make A List?

My dad worked in a newspaper office for most of his life that I remember. So my mother always had little scratch pads she called them that she made her “lists” on. She had the most beautiful penmanship, that her lists looked like something you would like to have for a keepsake.

Sometimes I think of that when I use the back of an envelope, the back of a receipt, the tiny space of a penny newspaper that has room for my scratching and many other silly things. I call them silly because it makes no difference what I use, I leave them on the kitchen table.

For the most part when we go to the grocery store and Walmart we come home with everything, but what we need. The other day I was determined to have a list made up. Fran went out to warm up the car before we left. I looked and looked for my list. I went out to the car and told Fran that I could NOT find my list. He just grinned and said “look in your purse.” There it was sticking up waving at me. Well the moral to this story is that you do have to put everything ON the list to GET everything. Once again we got home and forgot the one thing that I wanted. Oh dear, what to do about lists. Fran says to write things down as I use something up or close to it. What do you folks do?

Being Married Means Not Being By Yourself

I just love football. I really get into it. I love the Kansas City Chiefs. I yell, I scream, I jump up and down, and I clap my hands and make lots of noise. They won the first three games, then a bye, then they lost to the Colts. I thought for sure they would win today over the Texans. They were ahead by four points until the last few minutes then they lost by just seconds.

Well, what I am trying to tell all my friends, family, and blog readers, is that just when the game was getting to the most exciting part, my dear husband says he is going to take a nap and “please turn the volume down.” I said, “okay” but inside I thought, “WHAT!!!!?????”  I sat in my chair with my mouth wide open with a pretend scream, and banging my hands together without making a sound. Good or what?

When my game was over, he got up and watched his team with a little more volume. However, I did get back at him. I said gently, “I think that you can make supper tonight since you are feeling so much better.”

What do you think guys, did I do good?

Pink And Black Socks

I can remember never going out of the house without my hair done and make-up on. Things started to change when I moved to the country.

I complained to Fran a few months ago that the washing machine must have eaten my socks. I think I could find only two black socks and about six white ones. Fran took me to Walmart and bought me twelve pair. This morning we decided to go to Walmart. Guess what all I could find was one black sock that had gone through some bleach water. Yukkie brown is what the color chart would have called it. So of course, I changed them. After I had them both changed I looked and they were pink. One was pink and one was pink with white spots. It too had gotten bleached. Well, I thought, “big deal my shoes will cover them up.” My friend had had a fit the day before about my shoelace being too long and told me to tie it up so I double knotted it. I tried and tried and couldn’t get it loose, so I put a pair of bright red tennis shoes on. Yes!!!! I did it.

While I was at Walmart I looked at other outfits that looked a whole lot worse than my colorful socks. However, most days I do want to look nice so I will try harder to find all those socks that Fran bought me. Oh, and wear them too!

Getting Ready For The Big One!

I was raised in Iowa and lived in South Dakota for thirty years. In each state you “got ready” for the big one. The big one was a nor’easter and blizzards. Or.. The below zero temperatures or both. The getting ready though, always always makes me sad. The autumn colors are so gorgeous and the harvest moon and the cool-warm temperatures seem like blessings on your skin and your soul.

Okay, the getting ready is spending a fortune on your propane tank so you “are ready” to heat your home. You take a gamble on the prices in July through August betting on the best price of propane. Another thing you do is to fill your freezers with food in case you can’t get to town. I filled and filled last year and we didn’t have a power outage or a blizzard. That was okay I was ready. We got enough fuel to run the generator just in case, we filled the camper with antifreeze just in case.

Then another thing you do to get ready if you live in a house with a screened in porch, trailer or house, is to wrap the porch with plastic. I wrote about this last year, but it is worth writing about again. We wrapped the porch last year and it saved us almost fifty percent in heating bills. We wrapped half of our porch today from left over plastic. We have told our friends about this and now they are doing it too.

Raking leaves is also part of getting ready, but that is going to wait until spring this year. First of all I think that the repair man likes the yellow color of our lawn mower, or has given it to someone else, because he has had it for over six weeks. Fran is not able to ride on it anyway.

Fran did a little outside today. He rolled up the hose on the reel, he took the cushions of our lawn swing into the porch. Maggie looked so sad, she had claimed the swing as her own. Fran wrapped it in plastic and has plans about decorating it for Christmas. Then he spray painted the yard light with black paint. It was starting to get a real faded look. Fran has to be careful, but he is doing his part of getting ready for the big one!

It Seems Like Forever And A Day

For the last month or two our household has been centered around Fran. Those of you that are on Face book; you are aware of this. He has had two major surgeries and has been less than normal of his ambitious self. I am sitting here watching him getting his shoes on, he has blue jeans on and further more I believe he is going outside to do some blowing of leaves. With an admonishment from me to be careful. He didn’t answer me, just hooked up Maggie and away they went.

I hear the blower running. Last year I complained that he was constantly blowing leaves. He explained to me that our big old oak trees produced leaves that were not biodegradable. So…… all these leaves had to be gathered in piles and burned. The neighbors also burn and it smells like one big giant wiener roast. I have always loved autumn. Fran pointed out the leaves falling yesterday when we were going to the doctor. I said, “that’s why they call this season fall.” He groaned, I have no idea why.

Fran received fairly good news yesterday. The cancer had not invaded the muscle of the bladder, so now just maintenance doses of a special medicine to prevent it from reoccurring. Those doses start the middle of November. We really have a lot to be thankful for this year.

While Fran was sick, I did very little. I probably was a bit hoverie. Is that a word? Oh well, it says what I want it to.

Fran’s favorite food is spaghetti, mine is definitely not. Fran wanted it all the time, if not he told me to fix goulash. I wanted to cry!!! But, he was sick so he got what he wanted, not any more, he will eat a balanced diet. Lol

The one good thing about Fran being sick, is that I got to spend more time with his mother. She is such a dear. We told stories and laughed and had a good time. Her new hearing aide is just marvelous. She calls and says, “it’s me.” I love it!!