Posted on 02/03/2015 6:27:08 AM PST by MasterMason
I just re-joined FR and I would like to post to my local NC state board but I am not able to. How do I get the ability to do that?
Back from the doctor’s. She signed the papers, so I will put them in the mail in a bit, so they will go out today. I don’t know how long the wait is for a determination, but I suspect it will be another month, anyway.
My BP was up again (I wonder why) so she is trying another drug on me. I ran out of Carditone, which was working in conjunction with the other herbals to lower my BP, but at $35 a pop, I couldn’t get it this payday.
She called in three prescriptions so they will probably be ready tomorrow.
I feel as though I have already put in a full day, but I’m going to change the bedding and sort the laundry for tomorrow. Then I will call it a day and sit here with whichever of my FRiends are available.
Well, when we saw the other accounts go dark, we jumped up and evacuated almost all of the money to a protected account; there was only about $100 left in checking and same in savings. Also, we cut his credit limit to just $500, which would be more than we’re comfortable with, except that he already had about $350 in outstanding charges, so only about $150 in actual headroom.
Yeah, we are on top of this game, but it’s like drawing a Champion Bull a the rodeo. It’s just too bad that — unlike in the rodeo — it won’t be all over in only 8 seconds.
Yep. Sounds about right for the folks here.
It would probably be really funny, but these folks are pretty sad...I’m probably one of maybe five out of 100 that don’t go to casinos. I can’t stand the cigarette smoke, and I’ve never seen the sense in gambling.
I hope none of the new prescriptions does you more harm than good. Really, 3 at one time?
See? That’s what I mean. The Resident Poet composes poems that not only really work but are sensible as well. I like that I don’t have to try and figure out what the message is.
Wow. That is so scary. Bless you for being so attentive and compassionate. He is blessed to have you watching out for him.
Two of the prescriptions are meds for the nebulizer, which I need every day, now, and only one is for BP. I didn’t mean to confuse.
*blush*
Oh, that’s better.
I can still remember when “sorting the laundry” meant “too bad to wear” and “can wait to wash.”
That would be me. But now I need to steel my reserve to use the *shudder* public machines. And a boring 90 minutes while I sit there and wait for them to wash. (I will NOT leave my clothes unattended!)
I used to have some puzzle books but I gave most of them away. Now I need to buy more. :o|
At least I only have to do this once every two weeks.
Do you have one of those smart-phone thingies? They have puzzle apps for free.
Or maybe one of our resident authors will send you something to print and read for 90 minutes?
(I’m trying.)
I have my Nook but it’s limited on the games. I tried to get all the free ones I could, but I’ve outgrown some. The crossword puzzle app is for smaller, more dexterous fingers than mine.
With limited choices, I will take the Nook with me. I can even geek on FR using it!
I also have my Kindle, where most of my ebooks are, but there are too many distractions in the laundry room for that. I hate being interrupted when I read.
Oh, I hear ya'. And while I may not have had a thong taunt me from the pile like Darks has, I find it terribly distracting when the socks want to play hide-n-seek while I'm trying to finish a bit of fiction. And the whites won't stop pointing out how other peoples' whites are whiter and I'm neglecting them. Then there's my permanent press shirts that keep shouting, "I'm wrinkling!" ESPECIALLY if I forget the permanent press settings. (But they become real sissies if I actually pull out an iron.)
But the worst is the jeans when they start singing.
Fadin', fadin', fadin
How those jeans are fadin
Bluish colors grayin'
Oh, my!
Don't try to keep 'em newish
With colors all so bluish
They've got a whiter hueish
Oh, my!
The song's not so bad but their harmonizing's TERRIBLE..
If I had to listen to the same voices you hear singing that little ditty, I’m afraid I would be tempted to wash my head out in the sink...
Bleach is something I’ve seldom ever used because it eats the fabrics and it STINKS, but I will have to use it on my whites this time. At least the new machines have a second rinse so the smell won’t be too noticeable when I wear the clothes.
I quit ironing after the divorce from the late Igor. And I seldom dry my things in the dryer, but if I hang the clothes on hangers to let them air dry, no one knows if I used a dryer or not. Of course, some of that could be from vision problems, too...
It’s too hot for jeans, now, although I do have a pair. Maybe when I lose another 10 or 15 pounds I’ll treat myself to a new pair. Maybe.
Well, if you hit your goal and treat yourself then I'll congratulate you, too.
Just do NOT let them audition their singing.
A word to the wise...
Trust me...I doubt I could handle more than one rendition of “Fadin’...etc.” I would have to cut the jeans into quilt blocks and take them to a quilter I know. She could quickly whip them into shape.
I am running a low grade fever, and having some chills so I am going to take me to bed a little early.
There are still over two hours before I can take my last pills for the day, but CFIDS rules today.
See you all in the morning!
Most are. Many of our modern so-called poets are mere pretentious posers. If you don't understand the poem, and don't care if you ever see it again, it isn't much of a poem.
Poetry is structured to be memorable, if not quite memorizeable.
I want my poems to have a message, and to capture a moment of charm, wonder, or just plain fun, and to help us look at the world the way it needs to be seen, from every angle and aspect possible.
The Middle Distance
Off in the middle distance,
I often find my gaze,
While those who think I stare at them,
Dont understand my ways.
I give to them my neutral face,
And draw my mental shades.
My inner image overwrites,
And reality slowly fades.
My view is filled with diagrams,
Of circuits, graphs, and charts.
I dont intend the rudeness shown,
Such staring thus imparts.
Im closed off in a world my own,
Your world has lost my focus.
If folks like me disturb your space,
Just reach across and poke us.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . August 29, 2007
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