A New Bob. (Leopard Gecko)

     So, if you know me, you know that from time to time, my daughter Laura, who is my roommate, will be called by a certain pet store when they have a lizard they can't sell because it has an issue that keeps it from being sold. I'll give you an example; they called a few weeks back because a bearded dragon was in a fight with another one and lost part of its tail. She was called. We took the lizard.  Then, they called again, saying they had a gecko, a crested gecko - sadly, he had a terrible issue and only lasted a few weeks. He, too, however, was taken by Laura.

    I love lizards too, and currently have three, but I'm about to sell my blue-tongued skink because, like some of the others, she isn't very friendly. I want all of my pets, including lizards, dogs, cats, and horses, to be pleasant. I want to interact with them, and if I can't, I will find them good new homes.  I always go that extra mile to be sure they are given to good good homes.

    I had a Leopard Gecko named Bob about 2 years ago, and try as I could, the guy didn't like me. He got along with Laura, but he just didn't like me -- he found a good home. Laura laughed at me because my lizard preferred her - well, there you go, now she's finding out that her dogs would rather sleep in my really cool bed than with her! Ha! Back at ya!! (Except, it is really hard to sleep with 4 dogs, I'm not gonna lie.)

    Yesterday, Laura received the call again -- the pet store had called her and said, 'Okay, we have another Leopard Gecko, and he's yours if you want him.' He's a boy, you can tell, because he has a really fat head and tail to match. Apparently, he's been aggressive toward others in the tank, but you can't keep them with others -- and he's older. Well, she wasn't all that interested, but I decided to take him. He's not been aggressive with me -- not yet. He's been rather chill, actually - and guess what, they have another Beardie for Laura in two weeks after he heals from a bit of tail surgery today. He had tail-rot and yeah, that's not good - so he had surgery to remove that part and he'll heal up and go into permanent rehab with Laura and her...growing family of reptiles.

    I suppose I have four now, but the Blue Tongue will be living elsewhere soon, probably. If not, I'll keep her, but I really like holding them and talking to them, and she's just not into that. She's not into Laura either, so it may be that she goes away and we keep her enclosure for the next thing to come along because there will always be another - they happen. We don't mind fostering, and we don't mind rehabbing. I prefer to keep them, but even I know when to call it quits and find a good home for something that will be less stressed or at peace. 

    I'm not going to say that the dogs, cats, and our activities could be stressful, but having a huge fuzzy face staring at you all day could be nerve-wracking, depending on your idea of stress...and one skink may find the dogs interesting while the others find them frightening. The dogs seem to get a kick out of watching them!  

    The new guy was named Bob after the old one. I just like the name. It's a good Leopard Gecko name...Bob. I mean, it's for Robert the Bruce, but still, it's just Bob. Long live the king!

Bob

 

I Hate Tornadoes.

     If you live anywhere near where I live, which is central Oklahoma, you'll find yourself ducking and dodging those twirling, twisting tornadoes every year about this time. We have had several good scares this year, but thankfully, and I mean THANKFULLY, they have not been devastating. We are so very blessed.  I know it's God's choice to bring His power, and I am just so thankful that He has chosen to keep them in the air most of the time.

    Today, just about an hour ago, I was off work and had just finished my after-work workout - a quick 15-to 20-minute session on the treadmill - when the sirens went off. The phones notified us about 15 seconds before the sirens, and we were still able to take our time to turn on Channel 9 to see what David Payne and his crew were doing.  They've got this down to a science - so slick. 

    They have little charts, graphics, you name it, and by the time we're in the 4th grade here in Oklahoma, we know exactly what a mesocyclone is.  We're over here reading the colored patterns on the television as if we're trained and ready to jump in our trucks to chase something -- then again, most of us don't do that, only the really crazy people do.  Most of us sit in our dens with our bike helmets in hand, the closet doors open, and we have one shoe on and the other waiting for Payne to say the thing is right over our heads.

    Then, when we do finally get inside the tightest closet in our house, secured with clothes, blankets, and nothing that can harm us, we turn on our solar-powered radios to 96 FM and listen to David Payne (live, of course) so we know what to expect. There are times when the lights go out, and the radio is all we have - no colored pixeled patterns to stare at, we just have to pretend we see them. When he says the thing is tightening and gaining momentum, we start talking to God about His choices and ask Him really nicely to keep that thing in the air!

    We start thinking about those we love, and what they're doing; whether or not they're home and safe. We text them all of course, warning them that there's activity. They text back and say they're watching too; most watch Channel 9, but there are some that watch others too -- hopefully, we're all getting the same information.  The tornadoes we had today, plural, were all in a straight fixed line from the top of Texas all the way through to Kansas, and they went all the way from the western borders of Oklahoma to the eastern borders before they were finished. Sometimes the funnels came down, but for the most part they remained up in the clouds.

    The one that was half a mile from my son's family was big and fat, lowering, and really threatening. I'll post a pic from the news...just too scary.  I am too thankful, so overly grateful to have trusted God to keep us safe and away from danger. This was Kiah's 2nd or 3rd trip to the closet. She's not a big fan. Ginger knows the drill - she's almost 13.  She's a natural at it. As soon as I start making the closet ready - she just puts herself into it. Gotta love a smart dog.

Photo Credit: I took it, but it was on News9 KWTV 

Dehydration -- and All the Fun That Goes With it.

 I'm not really telling the world anything that it didn't already know about Laura when I say she suffers from having severe dehydration more than the rest of us. It isn't chronic, happening sporadically, which isn't often at all. When it does happen, though, there isn't much of anything I can do for her other than to drive her to the emergency room as soon as she tells me it's too far gone and she doesn't feel as if she can come back from it.

    Recently, the last time, maybe a year ago, she waited too long, and we really had a go of it at the E.R. with her needing three full bottles of saline and other meds given to her through the IV shunt, to help with nausea, dizziness, and anxiety. The anxiety that gets triggered, she'll tell you, is the worst part of it. She doesn't feel that anyone is after her, but that her own system is shutting down and turning off. That's the scary part.

    Today, I'm over her minding my own business, as I do. I'm writing in the new book, reading emails, and watching my YouTube buddies do their thing when Laura enters my office, stating she's about to pass out. Okay, maybe I should stop what I'm doing. I stop.  It wasn't too bad this time; we got her to the E.R. and they got her in really quickly. She was hooked up and on her way to feeling better in less than 30 minutes, but she did have to go through a bottle of saline and the meds before she was able to think clearly enough to say she needed to pee.

    Oh, good, peeing is a great sign! They took samples of her blood, of course, and ran those, asking her a thousand questions and then turning their attention to me, thinking maybe I could shed more light.  Laura kept answering "no" to everything, and the medical personnel thought maybe she was saying this because I was in the room. Nope.  Laura, like me, doesn't drink alcohol. She doesn't smoke, do drugs, smoke pot, nothing exciting - she even gets over 8 hours of sleep every night. Her problem is maintaining fluid intake when she loses it in other parts of her body.

    When you or I have a bout of stomach issues, a little distress in the bowels, we can take an over-the-counter med and drink an extra Gatorade. Laura slumps over and dies. It's never pretty, and she constantly thinks she can beat it - always goes a little longer than she should before complaining. Not this time! Woot!! She listened to her body, and bam! She was in and out of that E.R. in less than 2.5 hours, and let me tell you, she KNOWS not to make herself wait if or when it happens again. Two and a half hours is significantly better than staying overnight or having to go through bottle after bottle of replenishing liquid.  Yea Laura!

    There is one absolutely hilarious side story. I didn't shower this morning, but I usually do. I didn't see the need so I didn't. When I took my daughter to the E.R. I was suddenly keenly aware that she wasn't the one STINKING to high heaven in the car; it was me. All the hormones in my body decided to scramble around and be smelt due to my own love and admiration for my little girl - I become this hulk-type helicopter mom when she goes into her throws. I didn't turn green or anything but buddy, I smelled and everyone knew it. I had to laugh. It was funny, and I was told it was normal...yeah, OK, that's worse. I'd rather be anything but normal.

    OK, so we came home, and get this, it was still early enough for me to write another chapter in my book. Guess what happens in Chapter 14 of "Cask"! That's right, Laura Ashton, a good neighbor of Ama Posh, ends up being hospitalized with severe hyponatremia and dehydration! She survives, of course, and is thankful to her good friends for their assistance. I thought it humanized the book a little, and it makes the thing seem more realistic. Thank you, Laura.  I may end up giving her a little something-something if the book sells a million copies, especially if people say they loved the character.

Thank you for your prayers. She and I both appreciate them. 

Photo Credit: OldFoolRn.com 

Getting Back in Shape - Treadmill.

 The right treadmill for you depends on a myriad of factors, but price should be only a minor factor, not a determining one. We all have things we really want, and if we want them badly enough, we'll find a way to make it happen. I used to have students who smoked but couldn't afford rent. OK, well, $10 a day for 30 days is $300, which would put a dent in that rent. Choices, priorities...we have them.

    So, last summer, when we moved from our apartment to our house, I wasn't thinking clearly, and I devastated both my hips and my knees by deciding (choice) to move much of what I owned on my own. Yes, Laura helped. Yes, I asked my son Jonathan to help, and he brought his nephew. They did the big stuff, but I did a tremendous amount of moving, shifting, lifting, pushing, pulling, and more, and in the end, my old body was wrecked!

    The summer and spring before that, I had walked anywhere from 3-5 miles a day, lifted weights, and gone to the gym across the street. I was fit, in shape, pretty happy about life, and not thinking that in a year I'd be both overweight and unable to physically move due to my knees and hips screaming at me when I tried. Now, today, about 11 months after the move, I'm finally to the point that I can make myself do a little more with the assistance of time, pain reliever, and prayer.

    I bought a row machine, but I quickly put it back in its box and shipped it off within 24 hours of it arriving on my porch. Nope, not going to even attempt that sort of nonsense. I didn't factor into the equation that I would need to get close to six inches off the ground to do the exercise. I can sit on a mat and stretch, but I struggle to balance on a seat, constantly pushing and pulling myself back and forth. I can, however, walk.

    Deciding to invest in a high-quality machine, rather than just any machine, I conducted thorough research and allowed Google's AI to assist in my decision-making process. I asked Google what the top at-home treadmills would cost and which ones had the better customer reviews. We settled on a Norditrac (I don't remember the model number) for around $700. Trust me, when I tell you, that's not a bad price for a good machine that will withstand the weight, the time, and the mission, and not fall apart within the first few weeks of use.

    This one has handrails and a display rack, so I can put my cell up and watch a show or YouTube videos while I'm working out..I say "working out", but really, I'm just walking. I am not pushing it yet. I can maintain an average pace for about 10 minutes.  I'm watching Tony Broonford walk through Edinburgh while I walk. Soon, I'll move up to watching Zach and Annie's 30-minute videos before being able to watch my pastor's 1-hour and 3-minute videos of Bible Study!  Who knew the Superior Word would end up being a life goal?

    After my first walk of the day, a 10-minute stroll with Tony, I wanted to stop by St. Giles and rest. There was no way I was going to be able to hike up the hill to see the Tattoo at the castle, nope. I could have and would have stopped off at the great church and just sat down to breathe. I'll be OK. My heart was racing; I was even stumbling a little while walking from the den to the kitchen to catch my breath. I have a long way to go, but I will get there.

    It will take a minute -- a minute at a time. One foot in front of the other, and one workout session before I rest and do it again. I think I can do three a day now, and then work myself into a pattern of a 10-minute morning walk, a 30-minute afternoon, and a 15-minute evening walk.  At the pace I walk, I should be able to complete a mile in about 28 minutes, allowing me to get in two miles a day. When I get better and healthier, I'll walk (briskly) three miles.

    For now, I'm moving, getting my hips loosened and my knees warmed up. I feel drained and exhausted, but in a good way. I'm drinking water, I'm pushing myself, and soon I'll see the difference in the way my clothes fit. That will be the beginning of the new me. I'll smile more, I'm sure. For now, I'm going to sit, rest, write, and think about the next walking session.

Photo Credit: Amazon.com 

Row Row Row ! Chapter 9 is done!! ("Cask")

     I've written Chapter 9, so I'm 18,000 words or so into the new book, and things are going swimmingly -- rowingly -- but that's another story. I bought a rowing machine this past week, thinking I would use it while watching my shows.  I also just bought a treadmill, and I know I'll use it when I watch my shows, but the row machine, sadly, was quickly disassembled and placed back into its box. The UPS people will swing by and pick it up sometime tomorrow. Nope... not doing it. I'll tell you why.

    Rowing is a great way to exercise, and shame on me for thinking I could buy a less-than-stellar piece of workout equipment and it would actually work. I'm just really happy Amazon has a 30-day return policy. I didn't need 30 days, more like 30 seconds once it was assembled (Thank you, Laura) and set up in my office. I literally nearly tripped over it, it's so low to the ground, but once I got my body down that low, I was unable to knot myself up and position myself in the seat properly. The way it was designed, I would have had to pull it back, hold it in place, sit down, and put my feet into the little flat pedals.

    There was another way, of course. Since the seat slid forward, I could, if I could, squeeze myself into a ball, straddling the thing, with my knees in my face, then put my feet into the pedals so I could push myself back into the right position to begin the first "row" which wasn't even a row, it was a pully sort of thing.  There were supposed to be resistance "dials" you could use to make it seem tougher to pull, but no, it really didn't do anything for me, except maybe annoy me - does that count?  It was discarded immediately, undone, boxed, and now awaits its final ride back to where it came from.

    Laura hasn't put the treadmill together just yet, but she will today, and then I'll use it after she does. I'll let her work out the kinks first. I want to use it every day for at least 3 miles a day - I can put on a 42-43 minute episode of Law & Order or Perry Mason and walk, just casually walking while solving a crime. I may tune into Charlie and listen to a good sermon while strolling through the Highlands in my mind -- always Scotland, it could be the streets of Melrose, I'm not that picky.

    Anyway, I stayed home today and used 8 hours of my paid time off to write. I do love the options I have with this job. I worked from home again, of course, and I wrote three more chapters of the book "Cask", which I think is my 19th book. I can say that and be telling the truth. I wrote three more chapters, and it's just about to get into the nitty and the gritty - it's always the first several chapters that set a book up before setting the characters loose to tell their stories. Nick, Eoghan, Ralph, and even Daniel Ramsey are just about to embark on a very intricate crime plot that will (or could) shock the world to its core!

    I won't get to the shocking part for another chapter or two. Right now, they're reviewing the documents, eating well, and getting to know each other a little better in ways that will solidify their bond forever. A good book - already a good one. I like it. Tomorrow and Sunday will be fun. I'll add at least five and possibly six new chapters. Woot! I'll keep you posted, I'm sure. Right now, they're in New York, enjoying the after-holiday hustle and bustle of Wall Street, and taking in the sheer beauty of Central Park.  Nick has been there before, but this is Eoghan's first time. He and Ramsey didn't have a chance to go when he first arrived.  

    OK, gotta run, remember, if you think you're too old and fat to get on the ground to row the fat off your body, you should probably listen to yourself. There's no shame in realizing that you're not bendable; not the way you used to be anyway.

Photo Credit:  Amazon.com 

CASK - It Has Begun

 "Cask" has begun. In fact, I have written 12,000 words, which is the finish of Chapter 6. I have been really having a lot of fun using the AI on this one. I'll tell it what I want to say, and read what it spits out. It doesn't usually spit out what I want to write, so I have to tweak it and give it more suggestions. I give it the full details of the chapter and then ask it to write it so that I sound good. I literally said, "Make me sound good, will ya?" and then it writes back something like, "Writer sighs a heavy sigh, realizing the weight of the world is on their shoulders to make the author appear better than she is," and that makes me laugh.

    I pay a monthly subscription to this AI to write with it and bounce ideas off it. I have what I want to say; it just cleans up my diction and punctuation. It tells me something I didn't think of, and I can choose to put it into the mix or not. I do sometimes, and I don't sometimes. Sometimes it makes me think of something completely off the topic, and I explore that angle for a while. I like the method. It's fun.

    If anyone thinks you can ask the AI to write the book, you don't know AI very well. You could do that, but it wouldn't come out the way you wanted. It would just come out the way it came out - so yeah, it could functionally write the book, but it wouldn't be YOUR book - and if you know me, you know I don't like to share - so I take suggestions and dress them up or down, use ideas, redirect it, and then see what happens. 

    This book is the 6th book in the Nick Posh thriller series, and takes place in Oklahoma, Chicago, New York, Cincinnati, Glen Cove, Long Island, Edinburgh, and a bit in Glasgow. We'll hit the wharfs on those docks, I'm sure. We have to trace down some German grenades -- they come out of Germany, and no, I won't be going there, since they're shipped first to Glasgow and Leith to be packed into the Scottish whisky casks. It's already fun, but the first 10 chapters of any of my books are the chapters I need to gear up, explain the nitty gritty, and get the characters lined up to set them free.

    Right now, Eoghan's been given devastating news. He's handling it, making permanent decisions, and choosing to stay in Oklahoma for the foreseeable future. Posh is getting more and more family grounded, and it's becoming harder to be away from the ones he loves, but he also realizes that he's not alone in the fight for justice - he's a part of something bigger and needs to be present wherever that may take him. He's not always happy about it, but he's fighting crime and doing his best to rid the world of such an ugly element. 

    When I think about it, I like Posh a lot. I like him more than I do Dick Tracy because to me, Dick Tracy is relatively flat. He doesn't travel much, and he's always in the nick of time - Nick Posh makes mistakes and sometimes, as we'll see in this book, making mistakes can cost lives. Oops! I can't say more -- that's for later in the book!

Photo Credit: Me ( I used Canva.com) 

Murder, Inc. (My Thoughts)

     Since I could read, I have been a thriller buff -- I'm not that big into mysteries because I don't like the plot twists that either don't make a lot of sense, or they come out of no where and "save the day" with some sort of miracle happening in the nick of time -- hate that. I don't like the nice little ribbon at the end because murder can't be tied up and solved that easily. It affects people for years, and it lingers on those who commit it, and the family and friends of the victims.

    In my books, I try to add stories about the victims and their families, how they're coping with the heartbreaks, the sorrows, and the circumstances that surround them after their loved ones have been taken from them. I try to add a bit of humanity to the mix; and it really does help when you think of it from that point of view. 

    I started reading darker stories, biographies, and such when I entered junior high school. It may have had something to do with my first-grade teacher, who still lived across the street from me, being married to a 2nd cousin of the very famous Earp family; yes, those Earps.  When I got older, she told me stories, and I began reading about the good and bad guys. I always liked the good guys more, and when I could, I borrowed and read everything about the brave men (mostly men) who caught the gangsters, the mobsters, and those train-robbing, bank-robbing thugs of the Old West.

    Oklahoma, being Oklahoma, had quite a few historic novels written about the gangs and villains in our state; so if gangs and villains are running around, and they ended up dead or in prison, there had to be a bunch of good guys too! There were. I read as many books about these guys as I could.  Stepping into and out of high school, I began reading about the Chicago hitmen and how they differed from the NYC hitmen. I learned the differences between ethnic groups; the Jewish mobsters vs the Italian mobsters, and then there were the Irish and the others who made their mark(s) on society.

    Right in the middle of it, some writers told stories and made movies. I remember watching Peter Falk before he was Columbo, in a movie called "Murder, Inc." I didn't remember much about it; I thought it was an Eliot Ness type film, but it wasn't. I decided to watch it tonight, to give me some insight for my new book "Cask". My character Nick Posh is much like Ness and other private detectives from the Depression Era who fought justice the only way they knew how, with their fists clenched or wrapped around a revolver.

    The book "Murder, Inc." written by two men, one of whom was an attorney against the mob, Burton Turkus, is available on Kindle for $9.99, so yeah, I bought it. I hope it's better than the film, but even the film had good points to take note of. I was able to see my characters do what needed to be done to catch the crooks and make them pay for their ruthless ways. It's fun to see the way people acted, dressed, talked, and thought back in those days -- to think it's been almost 100 years since the creation of Dick Tracy is crazy!

    Dick Tracy is only one character influenced by Eliot Ness and brave men like him who dedicated their lives to solving crime; keeping the rest safe from organized crime. I'd say Nick is far better looking than Dick Tracy. He's half Native, which also gives him another point of view. He's been in the military, on his own, and now he's married with a kid, so yeah, he's pretty well-rounded. I hope he can hold his own in "Cask" when he meets and talks with Burton Turkus about some of the lowlife scum he's being forced to face.

    I think Nick may just be the link Turkus has been looking for -- it could be that Nick saves the day -- what do you think? Too cheesy? In Nick's day they would have said it's "off the cob".

Photo Credit: Amazon.com 

The Treadmill -- Life!

 I am actually very much looking forward to the delivery and assembly of my new treadmill. The good news is that I gave birth to a woman who can take hand tools and turn them into magical instruments that create beautiful things. She's had so much experience at it, too. I will buy a bike, a chair, a coffee table, and even the new treadmill with absolute belief that Laura will have it put together and working in no time.

    I will not lie to you; I have bookshelves in my house that were assembled incorrectly. I have a bedframe that is also built out of the scope of what the instructions said to do. Laura is an artist! She holds the skillsets of a genius, and when she's finished with a particular project, it may or may not have additional parts, but it will always work and be as functional as it should be. This, I can testify to. If my headboard isn't supposed to look the way it looks, all I can say is other people don't have the same experience I have! My headboard is an original design. I like that.

    The treadmill, as well as the motorized standing desk, will need to be put together correctly. Laura understands this, and I'm more than sure that she'll at least read the instructions. It's fantastic that she can read Japanese too! If it's Mandarin, then we're out of luck, but she has diagrams that she can look at, I'm sure.  I just looked it up, and the one I'm buying is from China and/or possibly Taiwan -- damn. Well, at least she can fake it till she makes it-- and I'll probably ask her to run on it before I do.

    We both have the same goals - she'll probably look a lot better doing it than I will. She has this whole "fit" thing going on, and I'll keep the door closed so no one can see me falling apart during my two-mile trek. She'll probably break a sweat because she'll have it inclined, whereas I'll break a sweat because I stepped onto the machine in the hot garage where we keep it. (Yes, we have fans...we'll be OK)  She will probably have her music going while she runs, and I'll have Law and Order on my cell -- we are not the same.

    One of the things I am truly really very much looking forward to is the 20" belt on this particular machine. I bought a walking pad that has a 14" belt - nope. My hips hurt from using it. I found myself stepping onto the outside, tripping, and trying to stay upright -- this new treadmill has a case around the front to hold onto. It has a wider belt, and it's really quiet. I like that, and hopefully, the pounds will fall off of me. I would like that even more.

    Looks like Wednesday is the day it arrives -- woot!! I'll tell my body now so it can prepare itself accordingly. 

Photo Credit: Amazon.com  

My First New TV

 Tomorrow, I will buy my first new television set. (At least I don't remember ever buying a new out-of-the-box set before.) I have either been given my television by my son after he's purchased another one, or I've bought one from a rent-to-own place, which was cheaper if it had been used. Even if it had only been used for a month or so at a hotel, it was used, and therefore, I can't say that I've actually purchased my own television.

    I will say this, and it's really funny too, I won a TV once. I went to a Christmas party for one of the companies that my ex-husband worked for, and I won the TV that was given away as the door prize. I kid you not, before we got it loaded into the car, my husband gave it to his boss to give to his son. The TV was a small 13" Magnavox. I remember that. He gave it away, so he could earn "points" with the boss -- yeah, OK...you can see why he is an ex, right? (No, I won't go into it.)

    I'm not a big TV watcher, and I've never really been too glued to the set -- except OK, I was for those years I was unable to get the internet and I had three kids at home and no other way to entertain them. Sure, we watched a lot of TV then, but that was close to 22 years ago. I watch 90% of my television online, on demand. I don't turn the set on unless I'm watching severe weather on a local channel or I'm watching OU play someone, and again, on a local channel. We don't have cable television. We have an antenna.

    The $10 antenna I have is for "most" televisions, so the one I bought on Amazon will likely be OK with it. The one I have now, not so much. I can watch all the local channels, and because I can use the "Fire" aspect of the TV with my Wi-Fi, I think I can watch other things, but will I? I don't think so. Laura may end up watching TV, but we just don't do it, so going from a 55" TV to a 43" one isn't a problem for us. The new one is 4K and High Definition, whereas the other wasn't. We'll like it more.  We can turn off the Smart features, too. We prefer dumb TVs.

    I walked through Sam's Club looking at their TVs and thinking about which one I wanted to get.  I ended up going with Amazon, not only because it could be delivered the next day, but the EXACT model was $15 cheaper - why give it away? I can use $15 to buy more chocolate! Priorities!! Anyway, I barely found a TV under 55" and the only reason I did was because I told the man at Sam's I really didn't want a bigger one. He looked in the back and said he could order a smaller one, which would take a week. No. No, thank you. Not everyone is into huge screens when a good-sized screen will do.

    The smaller-sized TV will also give the cat more room to sit on the cabinet and to jump from said cabinet to the top of the bookshelf - he won't know what to do with himself; he'll be so happy.  I'll let you know how it works out. Still, I'm thinking it will probably be rather seamless -- the good news is, the antenna will work for it - no more duct taping it in a certain position at a certain angle because our old TV is not included in the word "most," apparently -- it sort of fits. The antenna is one year old, the TV is about 12 years old, and I got it 7 or 8 years ago. Before that, I had a 36" JVC tube television - yes, I did.

    This one is an Insignia with Amazon Fire something. It's flat, like the one I have now, but it's half the thickness—progress. I hope I can keep this one dust-free.

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My Weekend So Far.

 Oh, how we look forward to weekends around this house. I love my job, love my job, but yeah, I'd rather not be working and just relaxing. Of course, like anyone else, I would rather be reading a book, sleeping, eating donuts, just being a slug. Being a slug sometimes is the best thing to be. 

    I've incorporated a lot of things into my life recently, which have allowed or assisted me in becoming he slug that I so hope to become. I work from home, so I can stay in my pajamas when working. Actually, I do have to dress in my pajamas because I sleep in a big tee shirt and panties; I know, too much information, but the fact is, I wear my jammies to work. 

    My groceries are delivered now because I can't stand dealing with people. I do, however, force myself to get out there into the big, bad world sometimes. I did it today, and as soon as I pulled into my driveway, I felt like kissing the concrete of my carport. It's just not worth it being out there where people roam these days. Not for me anyway, and I'm an extrovert! I'm supposed to love people. I do. I just don't want to see them in person now. (If that rings a bell, let me know)

    I drove to the post office to drop off 3 books that I am sending to people. Luckily, I was able to just slide the books into the outside boxes because there was an endless line in the post office itself, and there were no parking spaces left. There were two cars trying to get into the parking lot, but they had to wait for others to leave first. No, thank you! I am forever grateful to have bought stamps online and have them delivered, and then I can take the package to the boxes- easy!

    I went to UPS to have a label printed so I can have a box picked up. The box didn't fit in my car. Because the box won't fit in my car, I have to pay $15 for the 3rd party seller to pick up the box using UPS - if I could get it to the store to have sent back it would have cost 1/2 that, but the thing is, I have PRIME so it shouldn't cost anything. That service isn't guaranteed with 3rd party shippers. (Note to self)  Then, I walked out of the UPS store to find an OKC Fire Engine parked directly behind me. No fire...they were rescuing a man in a car who was drugged up, and yes, I waited. What else can I do? I could have parked in the back of the lot and walked in, but no, I didn't know there would be an emergency.

    Turns out the man was resting in another person's car. She left the door open while she went into the nail salon. Yeah, don't leave your car unlocked. It's incredibly sad that you can't, but don't do that. He urinated in her car, threw up in her car, and no, she will not be assisted with that - she will have to deal with that. DO NOT leave your car unlocked in public places! (Note to self)

    I drove about a mile to a certain Whole Foods store about one mile away because it sells something I can't get at the online store.  I walked in and noticed that I was probably the only person in the store with a slight weight issue. I am also the only person in that store who probably voted for Trump. I am also probably the only person who would allow someone with only one item to go ahead of me -- I waited for them to pay, complain, and try to get a coupon that didn't go with what they bought, to be honored. I waited. This is WHY I DON'T DO PEOPLE!!

    When I got to the parking lot - I kid you not, another OKC Fire Engine was parked behind me. I shook my head. This can't be happening. The good news is that I could pull forward as no one was parked in front of me. I was the only car that could do that; the others would have had to wait -- just crazy! Crazy people doing crazy things. If it's happening here, it's happening everywhere. The parking lot was a maze. I got through it, pulled up to turn right BEHIND an idiot who was trying to turn left at NOON on a SATURDAY on a major street. WHAT THE HECK, PEOPLE - show respect, please.

    I drove home. I drove straight home. I texted my daughter to let her know I had been through quite a bit and was ready to just eat some pulled pork sandwiches. She agreed, and when I walked through the door she handed me one; and on the plate with the pulled pork sandwich were cheddar goldfish crackers, and grapes...but my favorite part was the 3 Vienna Finger vanilla cookies -- awwwww, my daughter loves me.

    I will write today. I will watch videos. I will watch 3 or 4 more Law and Order shows, read the Bible, pray, brush my teeth, and go to bed. That is the plan for the first day of the weekend. I hope tomorrow is even less PEOPLE-FILLED. We decided to buy a new TV using the money I get back from the desk I'm sending back to Amazon. For the same cost of the desk, I can get a good 4K smart TV (43" I think). We watch TV 3 or 4 times a year -- mostly during this time of the year. We watch one channel -- News 9 ...for the weather. I live in Oklahoma. The only other time the TV is turned on is for a few OU games -- maybe two.  I should watch more, but I don't. (I'm told I can turn the "smart" part off and I'll have a dumb tv)

    That's my weekend so far. I'm pretty sure my car is being pooped on by the birds I insist on feeding. They aren't aware of how annoying they are. I pull the car out, park it in the driveway, and let God wash it -- I figure if I can feed His birds, He can wash my car -- it's been a thing for years. I am quite grateful for His blessings. He can keep all those people He made. I have very little use for them in person -- I love talking to them otherwise. There are some really good ones out there if you know how to find them.

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