My Aching Back

I wish I had some of Terrell Owens' pain pills. I had a little difference of opinion about service with the bug man. I was good, so good; calm, cool but focussed. Then I turned around and tripped over the rug.......splatted all out with butt in air. Why can I never come across as dignified? Just once, Lord, just once! Anyway, now these poor old bones are a-aching.

I could use some good ideas for this dilemma I have: I own a 3 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath Condo, back deck. It is filled in every nook and cranny with books I can't bear to part with and souvenirs of my travels and things friends and family have given and I can't give those away.
Not to mention all the lps, 8 tracks, cassettes and now CDs and DVDs. With the death of my darling Daddy, I now own my parents condo too. I am moving into theirs as it is bigger and has better layout and great view of the marshes and not last and not to be crass, it's paid for. It is filled with expensive furniture and good souvenirs and antiques....not to mention books, CDs, LPs and we have duplicate calpholon pots and pans.......2 sets of good china, 4 sets of everyday china. To cut this short, somehow I have got to marry this conglomeration and set up some sort of sale or giveaway of the rest. I grow whiny and pitiful.

Guess I'll drag my sorry, aching A** to bed. Bouna nota.

Finally back on.....

Oh lord, thanks to Tim, I can finally post again. Still working on the avatar thing.

I should say that I am not very fond of obscenities unless they are necessary to the post. The first week in the ER, I thought my first name was "Mother....." and it has not stopped in the past fifteen years. This ER has a little over 50,000 visits per year and hospital has 350 beds....only hospital in town and we serve about 6 counties. I worked days as I was Manager and got calls all night long, it seemed. Trying to get used to sleeping without interruption.

I was in Arizona this summer. I would like to meet the person who was stumbling across the desert and decided that this place (phoenix) is the place I must build a town. It is hot, hot, hot. Everyone said it's a dry heat but I have to say that once the temp is over 103 you need to be in air conditioning.....whether it's a wet or dry heat. It seemed so clean though and of course the food and all the swimming pools was/were wonderful. I hate to sound whiny but the Vermont side of me says I need Fall.

The one who must not be named has had my interest all day today. Hope she/it learned a lesson but I doubt it. Should say here that the Squeaky Wheel is just a really great site...check it out.

Time for a little wine.....

First Post

I retired April Fool's Day, which I felt appropriate considering my personality. As soon as I retired, my Father received bad news about his prostate cancer. It had been in remission for 15 years but was now loose and spreading everywhere. He died in one month. I have spent the ppast few months settling the estate, etc. I was used to having people babbling at me all day long and now there is silence. Some silence is good, some boooooring. So, I've decided to give this a try while I continue to try to move my things to my Dad's (paid off) house and some of his stuff to my unpaid for house and then sell that house. Sounds exhausting doesn't it? The fun thing is finding my old 8-tracks and LPs, old pictures, old school papers and all sorts of things I thought I'd lost forever. Of course, winnowing out the dross is hard.....maybe it would be better to just toss without looking. Oh well, more later.