Friend’s youngest child, a girl, is going to college this fall. Friend and husband didn’t go to college and their other children either didn’t go to college or lived at home while pursuing a degree.
Friend, who knows I went away to college and lived in the dorms [oh yes I did], was asking what advice would I give to her daughter.
Based on my experiences.
During the Dark Ages.
The question stumped me. I mean, it was soooo long ago, and while I admit that going away to college and living in the dorms helped define who I am today, my immediate answer was the somewhat less than articulate: I DUNNO.
Friend, of course, was taking none of that nonsense so together we got talking about time-honored clichés & proverbial wisdom. You know, the things we say to each other, meant to be inspiration or balm for the soul, as we listen to each other’s woes and joys.
Eventually we realized that our advice could be put into five categories. We might be phrasing things differently, but we were saying the same basic five ideas over and over again. They are as follows.
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BE WARY: take care • don’t be a pawn in someone else’s game • make no assumptions • ask yourself, where is the lie?
BE YOURSELF: follow your dreams • reach for the stars • well-behaved women rarely make history • define yourself
DO YOUR BEST: never give up • if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again • the same fire that consumes the straw, refines the gold • positive begets positive
PEOPLE SUCK: stupid is an iceberg • no matter what, someone will take it too seriously • never make as your priority someone who considers you optional • “no” is a complete sentence
OH WELL, WHATEVER: don’t let the seeds stop you from enjoying the watermelon • tomorrow is another day • build a bridge, get over it • plans change, often
The ceiling is fixed thanks to roofers, remodelers, and painters. The problem was that last year when The Remodelers were in the attic installing the new bathroom fan they accidentally knocked against the existing vent which jostled it enough so that the connection on the roof became loose.
Then water from melting snow and rain dribbled in around the existing vent, dripped through the attic down onto the ceiling– and eventually made itself known in the bathroom. Hence the problem.
But you know what kids, all’s well that ends well.
MIL, who is in her early 80s & has her own serious health issues, never wanted to live in their house after he was gone, so she has moved into an Assisted Living facility wherein she is safe and cared for by a staff who know how to keep her healthy and we hope, happy.
This is a woman, who before this, has lived in only 3 different houses in her life, so change does not come easily to her.
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers [or tots and pears 😉] regarding her.
About the confusing Latin + Native American message…
I figured it out, oh yes I did. After a bit of online research plus a conversation in real life, I realized that [ready for this?] a Shakespeare play was going to happen in a rural county park.
The message was a sly reference to Shakespeare, using Latin, combined with the name of the county park, that happened to be the name of a Native American tribe. I don’t know how effective this message was at getting people to attend the play, but it was a good brain teaser for me.
The BlephEx™️ procedure was without drama, the way I like medical things to be. The Doc put some anti-bacterial foam on this little gadget that looked like a Dremel drill wannabe and vibrated like an electric toothbrush on cocaine.
He slowly moved it around my lash line and eyelid area, cleaning my eyelids and eyelashes as he went. No big deal, it tickled a little bit and took about 15 minutes. Immediately afterward my eyes were tired, but I could see clearly to drive & read.
Overall my eyes feel less gritty & more relaxed than before, so there you go.
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Any more questions you’d like to ask me? This is your chance. If lines are busy, please keep trying.
Humid. Rainy. Windy. Moldy, with irritating tree + grass pollens in the air.
That’s our weather now.
I don’t like it, but that’s a given because August is my least favorite month of the year. Some years I don’t try to keep this blog going during Hell Month, but this year I guess I’m feeling optimistic that I’ll have something to say here.
That I’ll do something, preferably fun, potentially interesting.
But you knowz what, my gentle readers? The only thing I have going on this week that might even vaguely be called interesting is that I’m having BlephEx™️ done at the doc’s office.
BelphEx™️ is a medical procedure to combat blepharitis. What is blepharitis you ask? Allow me to quote from the BlephEx™️ brochure: “Blepharitis is a chronic, inflammatory disease of the eyelids caused by an overgrowth of normal bacteria living along the lid and the base of the eyelashes.”
Sorry you asked, aren’t ‘ya?
Getting to my point here, the BlephEx™️ procedure I am to have on Friday is to clean my eyelids and eyelashes in a way similar to the way a dental hygienist cleans your teeth. This procedure will be a first for me, so I’m hoping that it’ll make my dry eyes itch less, as advertised.
To that I’d say HALLELUJAH.
So, my gentle readers, what have you got going on this week?
Something I hope that is a darned sight more interesting and less old-person-like than getting your eyelids professionally cleaned.
Lord love a duck, even typing that last sentence, I feel pathetic…
I finally got some new eyeglasses, as seen in the photo above.
I got the prescription in January, but held off getting new spectacles because I find the whole process of choosing them and paying for them and adjusting to them to beFRAUGHT WITH PERIL.
[Yes, I capitalized those words because I’m shouting them.]
However, now that I’ve had these spectacles for a few weeks, I can say IN ALL HONESTY that these are the best eyeglasses I’ve ever had. And that’s saying something considering I’ve worn eyeglasses since I was 5 years old.
What I like about these spectacles, beyond the obvious fact that I am seeing details now, is that they are lightweight but sturdy.
This is new for me.
My last pair of eyeglasses were also rimless, but they were kind of weak and wonky. Taking them off, say to read a magazine whilst drinking a glass of wine,WASN’T EASY TO DO. The bows of those spectacles would bend and fight me as I removed them from my face.
Annoying little wobbly buggers, actually.
[Wordsmith Alert: please note that I just spontaneously wrote a phrase using five words that each contain double letters. Be in awe.]
However, this new pair of spectacles is cooperative, and stylish, and has a coating on the lenses so there’s less glare. Meaning THERE’S MORE CLARITY. And you know I like to see things clearly.
Especially when it comes to pouring myself another glass of wine. Wouldn’t want to spill any of it, now would I?
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QUESTION OF THE DAY
What is your summer state of mind? I’d love to know. Tell all in the comments below.
Ask a question you assume you know the answer to: “Don’t you agree that Muskrat Love is the worst song ever?” You may think that everyone will say: “Yes!” But I’ll guarantee you that someone in the comments will say “No” and then explain why it’s their favorite song of all time.
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Anyhoo, getting to the point of this post, I found myself laughing at myself because I asked a question to which I was not prepared to hear the answer.
OH. NO. I. WASN’T.
You see, I was at the pharmacy picking up my prescription. It was the first time this year that I had it refilled.
The worried look on the pharmacy tech’s face probably should have warned me, but when she said: “oh, your prescription has gone up in price” I instantly said: “how much?”
Trust me when I say I was not prepared to hear the answer to my question. An answer that was: “oh, 200%– or a little more.”
I didn’t throw a hissy fit, nor did I get upset with this pharmacy tech, she’s just the messenger of bad news. I went ahead and bought this medicine that technically I could live without; I need the script to see straight in a comfortable way, not in a life or death way.
But I will say that I was shocked by the answer to my question, and kind of startled into remembering that no matter where you go, or what you do, the answer to your question may not make you happy.
On Sunday, for the first time in months, Zen-Den and I went to the Nature Preserve intending to wander around the flat easy path that connects the herb garden to the old farmhouse.
‘Tis a pretty path any time of year, and knowing what I was getting into, I wore shoes for that kind of leisurely walk. A stroll.
However, somehow [let’s blame it on curiosity], we got [shall we say?] off course and ended up on a moderately difficult path that took us half a mile down a steep hillside to a creek, along the banks of the creek, then back up to the parking lot.
From this experience, I learned three valuable lessons:
I will always in the future, regardless of what we say we’re going to do, wear hiking boots when going to the Nature Preserve;
I will always in the future take one of the free maps, readily available in a display in the parking lot; &
When descending uneven, seemingly never-ending limestone steps down a hillside, my mind thinks about the worst that can happen. In this case, it flashed to the scene in Grace and Frankie [Season 4] when we get a glimpse of Grace’s icky knee, complete with stitches and a long bloody-ish incision, after knee replacement surgery. Oy vey.
And on that angst-filled note, here are some photos of the path we took at the Nature Preserve as we walked, trudged, and then climbed our way around it.