I was expecting my airbnb guest today, but he stood me up. Admittedly, I was of two minds about having a stranger in my house, but now that he does not want to come I am desolate. I cleaned the house as though expecting an inspection by my most censorious aunt, a woman who has been dead for 20 years. I know this attitude on my part is unreasonable. I am fully aware of the stupidity of it. The feeling is strong though. I am trying to get back to my usually scintillating self, but it's hard to get back on track. Bear with me please. One pleasant development--I am glad to hear from my old blogfriends. Being surrounded here by incendiary Democrats, I am afraid to open my mouth lest I become a social leper. One Facebook friend expressed her annoyance with readers who commented only on personal matters but failed to respond to her political rants. Apparently it is not enough to live and let live, to agree to disagree, to withhold commenting on matters about which we disagree; she wanted full-throated agreement or nothing. Nothing is what she got, from me. Since I refused to join the Trump Assassination Club, I was persona non grata. Tough. I can live with that. But I like to know that out there in the Internet, there are people who agree with me!.
Monday, June 26, 2017
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Thursday, June 22, 2017
I admit it--I was distracted by Facebook. But I got burned out. Facebook can actually be very dull. Having seen countless Facebook videos of people's cats doing clever things, I have decided to swear off them. Unless you can train your cat to cook and serve a flawless dinner for 8 and then clean up the mess, I'm not interested. Or maybe she could knit a sweater or even a scarf. I will still watch videos of small children or dogs doing something cute. But it has to be really cute. I also like to see your grandchildren. i'm tired now. More tomorrow.
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
I decided that since I am never going to be free of the Mysterious Ailment, to continue with my life as if I were normal and just avoid falling down. At this point, I am more or less normal except I don't take long walks without my walker. I bring it along because I have broken my nose. The break is not visible to the outer eye, but I do have two gouges, one under each eye, which the dermatologist says he can't fix, the result of collateral damage in the form of black eyes. However, I have been tested every which way and you would be surprised at how many diseases have been ruled out. I'm feeling quite healthy. Sort of. This is a notice that I am going to be just as annoying as ever. I am going to stay away from politics, though. The stuff that goes on every day is beyond satire unless you are Jonathan Swift. And I'm not. Just a humble blogger, thank you.
Posted by miriam sawyer at 7:18 PM
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
I only watched a little of it. The consensus seems to be that Hillary won it, according to reports from the professional thinkers on television today. Frankly, I was gobsmacked when Hillary came to the mic, wearing what at first glance appeared to be a union suit; long red underwear such as you used to see in cartoons about hicks in the sticks, with a rear seat that comes down for sanitary purposes. But it was just one of her lamentable* pantsuits, possibly picked up during her stay in Arkansas. Or maybe it belonged to Bill. The woman has no fashion sense whatever, unlike Princess Diana, who had fashion sense but no other sense to speak of. She was like a paper doll--but at least you enjoyed looking at her. I am also sick of Hillary's voice. Did she always sound like the village scold? Trump is almost unintelligible. One suspects a brain is in there somewhere. Some of the stuff he says makes sense, but you have to work hard to figure it out. We need a new amendment to the Constitution barring people over 60 from running for office. *I should have said deplorable. Sorry.
Posted by miriam sawyer at 10:53 PM
Saturday, September 24, 2016
This blog was hijacked for quite a while, but my computer expert sorted it out, so I am back to expressing myself, sort of.
I have been busy trying to renegotiate my mortgage while co-signing for a new car for a relative. Never do these two things together--it's like mixing chlorine with ammonia, which I understand is toxic. Actually it's more like trying to stand on your head while painting your toenails. It can be done, but at a great cost to sanity.
I also am coping with a super sinus infection and other major or minor infirmities. But I've always been a person who didn't know how to quit, and that hasn't changed.
Watch this space. I'm open for business.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
I have been feeling a little down for a while, but I ignored it. Yesterday I felt that I was in imminent danger of dying. All systems were shutting down. I was coughing and sneezing, my head was stuffed up, I could not remember how to add, subtract, multiply of divide. So either the grim reaper was coming for me or I had a galloping case of Alzheimer's. To make matters worse, I was choking on a piece of raw cauliflower. What an ignominious death that would be! To choke to death on a humble vegetable!
The doctor did not agree that i was dying. He thought I had a sinus infection, and prescribed some generic antibiotic. After one day on this medicine, I feel better, although my mathematical skills are still shaky--but that might be because I am trying to do my income tax.
What a miracle! What did doctors do for patients before antibiotics were discovered?