blocked

I can't think of anything to say

So, tell me the neatest place you have ever visited.
And I mean neatest as in "Wow!  This is amazing."  Not clean, but ... neat!

That's it.

saved by the bell

I have always been curious about our dog

   We adopted Corki through a group out of Fulton, Il.  I don't remember the name and am too lazy to look it up.
   Anyway, they told us Corki was about 5 when we got her, or 4 and a half. But there was not much other information except shot records from a clinic in Selma, Alabama.
   September marks 2 years Corki has been with us.  She is potty trained, knows how to tell us she needs to go out, doesn't bark a lot inside the house, and is a great dog.  OK, she is not very good with other dogs, but she got along fine with Todd's dogs after a couple of walks.
   I was always curious about her background.
   Was she kidnapped and brought north so someone (us) would pay an adoption fee to the kidnappers?
   Were her owners elderly and forced into a nursing home?
   Was she a run away?
   Did her owners die?
   Did they just get tired of her and let her loose?
   You get the drift.  If only she could talk.
   A couple of days ago I finally decided to do some digging.  I e-mailed the clinic in Selma that tended to her for the adoption agency.
   They said Corki was rescued from a "total kill shelter" in Selma, brought to them, treated and turned over to another rescue group.
   It just blows my mind that this sweet little girl could have ended up dead, for no reason other than no one wanted her.
   Well, Jackie and I wanted her.
   And as much tail wagging as Corki does, I think she is glad we got her.
   Moral of the story:  Adopt when possible.
   A final word from Corki:  Woof, woof, grrroof, snort.
   I wish dogs could talk.

Yeah, that was me

Sometimes I do brilliantly stupid things

   We have a lilac tree at the top of our driveway.  It was planted 3 years ago, so it is not a new tree.
   It produces a wonderful scent during lilac time and is a nice visual.
   There are flowers around it, and this area seems to get a lot of thistle.  So I go out and dig out the weeds on a regular basis.
   Before the dizzy incident, I had gone out and noticed the tree was still staked.   Steel pipes driven into the ground, wires around hose to hold it up.  And it worked, because the tree was straight.
   Three years is a long time to stake a tree.  So I cut the wiring to the stakes.
   I did not think too much about it until about a week later when I noticed the tree was on a 45 degree angle.
   I could not reattach the wires, because I cut them.
   I should have gone to the store, buy wire, and then attempt to straighten the tree.   But instead, I tried using the old wire, piecing it together.
   That did not go very well, as time will tell.
   So I stopped.  That was Tuesday.  Wednesday I went to the ball game.  Thursday I cleaned house. Friday I got dizzy.
    I went out and saw the tree on a 45 degree angle again.
   So I attempted to re-straighten the tree.  I don't know how it looks now, because it is dark and windy.  But I think this will be an ongoing process.
   How hard is it to stake a tree?
   Harder than I thought.  I should have remembered what my pops used to say:  If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

I'm getting old

I just realized the many indicators that I am  old

     I enjoy watching fireflies more than fireworks.
     I don't like watching baseball when the Cubs are losing.
     I am wearing a sweatshirt in June.
     I have many friends in their 70s.
     I still like getting mail in the mailbox out front, not so much on the computer.
     I think people drive too fast.
     Sgt. Peppers is 50 years old.
     I forget to look at text messages.  A lot.
     I think of Friends as still on tv when in fact it went off the air 13 years ago.
     Abe Vigoda finally died and I still think Fish is a funny character.
     I want to travel by train to far away places.
     I complain about my health more than ever.
     Sometimes I can't control my farts.  Sometimes I can but choose not to.
     I never pass up a mens' room.  Never.
     I don't remember when US troops were not engaged in combat somewhere.
     I am intolerant of stupid people.
     I favor the death penalty for littering, among other crimes.
     I don't like new music and prefer listening to oldies or the Beatles.
     I remember .45 records and the little disks you had to insert to play them on a record player.
     I still love Annette on the Mickey Mouse Club.
     I remember going to Cubs games when they would not open the upper deck because the crowds were so small.
     I also remember "moving sidewalks" that carried people up and down from those upper decks.
     I remember Riverview Park and never going on the parachute drop or The Bobs.
     I remember when I used to remember where I parked my car and why I came into a room.   Those days are gone.
     Sigh...........time does pass quickly, doesn't it?

medical update

I did go to a doctor today

     He is pretty sure it is a migraine/vertigo situation.
     But....because of my age.....my blood pressure.....and a couple of other dizzy spells, I have some tests to do.
     Eliminating all other causes is the official explanation.
     I told Jackie that by the time we ate supper tonight, I felt pretty darn good and if I felt that way at the beginning of the day, I would not have called.
     So I am fine....don't worry, be happy.
     I do appreciate all the concern.  Most of you know that when I have a pimple it is actually a tumor growing at unprecedented speeds.  And that mosquito bite is actually the start of a flesh eating disease episode.
     Yes, my mind does blow things out of all logical proportion.
     Still, it's nice to know people care.
     Now, following a nail biter in Washington in which the good guys came out on top, I am headed to slumber land.

this sucks

Feeling better, but not quite right

     I have gone from outright room spinning and massive headache to room tilting and minor headache.  I hope that is a good sign.
     It's funny how things go downhill so fast.  Our floors are a mess, covered in doggy hair because it has been 3 days since I dusted them.
     The dishes are done.  Laundry is done.
     I have not ridden my bike in almost a week.  I did not get to the nursery to buy plants for the final project of the summer.  Did not get to my Buffet party and sing along to some of my favorite songs.
     Ran out of chocolate anything, and peanut butter.  How do we run out of peanut butter?
     And I have never slept so much in my life.  Plus I was semi awake during a terrible Cub game today.  Life can be a bitch.
     I just hope tomorrow is a "normal" day.  I plan to call my primary care doctor, get an appointment, and get a better handle on what is going on inside my noggin.
     It's not even 8 p.m. and I am heading off to bed.  Seriously, I am beat.
      But if you happen to be out and about, I am dieing for a chocolate sundae......
   

broke the string

I did not do a blog last night

And I almost did not do one tonight.
Let's just say vertigo and migraines do not mix.  According to the doc at urgent care, I seem to have both.
The vertigo has improved....the room stopped spinning about 2 p.m. today.  But the migraine persists, just not as severe.
I went to bed at 11 Thursday night and got up at 7:30 Friday for a couple of hours.  I could barely read the paper on line, my head hurt, the room was spinning, and I felt nauseous.  So I went back to bed and slept until almost 4.  Emily came after work and took me to urgent care.
Last night I slept from 9 pm to about 11 this morning.
My BP is fine, it's just the head hurts.
Planning on going back to bed now and sleep.....maybe that will help.
That's it.