Crotchety me . . .

First little cukes. Very cute cukes! (No complaining about my wording.  Can't handle any negatives at this point in time!)

Okay, so the dastardly heat is not helping but . . . Too many things are going wrong at the same time. Help, I'm a prisoner in Connecticut and I want to get out! Not all my surmountable problems have occurred because I live in Connecticut but I have to assign blame. Heavens to Betsy it can't all be my fault! Tried to get the computer fixed by a supposedly Microsoft knowledgeable Tech group and have been scammed. Poop, I say, ultra poop! Won't go into details because I'm sick of the mess. I will contact family support when I need help! Have learned my lesson, I hope!

Among other things I have waited almost two weeks to get a follow up call from the APRN's office and when I finally get the chance to speak with a human she informs me that the person who I usually have contact with no longer works for them. That's really a good thing to know. Glad I was able to extract that bit of information from whomever finally answered the phone. In any case I am alive and well will just do some blood work in a month because one of my numbers is on the low side. At this point I don't give a flying shitski because my pep is back. That's all that matters to me! And . . . after many calls and one stop to pick up a new bra that was not in I finally got to speak with Dawn who has no idea where it is! Yay! I have to believe that she will call me sometime in the distant future when they locate it on the pile of itty bitty bras on the chair in the fitting room, that is, if it's not on the floor by now! Okay. Done spewing for today.

The plusses this week were really grand. I spent Monday with Kiddo, Tuesday with a very nice former sister-in-law, Wednesday with my younger sister who is doing very well and Thursday with youngest sister-in-law driving around Norwich in her now brand spanking new Ford Fusion with all the bells and whistles! And . . . she and I spent some time unpacking Mama's 50 volume Harvard Classics and putting them on the wrong shelf of her new loft library which my clever brother built. I laugh when I say wrong shelf. Not really the case. It was the right shelf at the time but we all agree they should be higher so they will show to best advantage. Next time I shall produce my Library Card so I can take out the books! What an interesting set - 5 feet of classics on a shelf. Perfect.

Going to try to get in a half hour of exercise before I head out to Groton.

Quote:  Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.  __Longfellow     (Now that is funny!)