Life is not all beer and skittles

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Friday
Preparation Day
Day four of my commitment to write and post each day.
101914_1729_Somedays1.jpgWoke in a great deal of pain this morning.  Evidently, I raised my adjustable bed’s head and knee cranks too high last night and found myself curled up into a ball in the trough between them. It was a painful slumped shuffle to the studio this morning, with my knuckles almost brushing the carpet. I keep a percussion type massager by the computer to “thump” my chest and back to clear the lungs, but this morning it was set high to massage a sore back and neck.
One feral cat was perched on the lintel, looking into the room to see if Snookums was moving about. They usually gather on the deck about an hour before breakfast time. The dogs are getting used to it so other than a growl occasionally, they ignore them. That is a blessing.
Image result for alzheimerMy niece wrote a heartbreaking piece this morning about her dad, my brother-in-law. He has Alzheimer’s now, and doesn’t recognize my sister who has been married to him for 56 years. They live in a village in the Colorado Rockies near the Great Divide. She appealed to her community to watch out for him, because while they try to watch him, he needs less sleep than the family does, and will go out into the streets. Sometimes he just collapses because of weakness and won’t ask for help.  Aging is not for sissies …
Image result for challah breadAnd today is Friday. Preparation day if you follow a my tradition. The day evolved from the time of Moses and the story of the great exodus from Egypt. Food rained down from heaving during the night, and they gathered the food each day. But it didn’t keep overnight, and so it had to be gathered daily. However, since they were not permitted to gather on Shabbat, they could gather twice as much the day before, and it wouldn’t spoil.  The idea is that you work six days, and you rest one day. But these days, every day is a Shabbat for me, and I can only differentiate between the days by the days activities.  On this day, Snookums bakes the challah bread. I just observe the day by … well … observing.
The newsfeeds today are mercifully banal.  On the political side, one political maven lamented the bullying tactics of the other side kept his candidate from winning.  I don’t know why it is so hard for the opposition to just admit they ran a bad candidate and had a bad strategy. It really isn’t more complicated than that. Want to win? Get a good candidate and run a good campaign. It really is that simple.
Sad morning … the cookie jar is empty. The bird is molting. My body is still aching. My coffee cup is empty. Time for a refill …
Good morning!
~r

10 thoughts on “Life is not all beer and skittles

    Boo said:
    September 20, 2019 at 9:34 am

    My heart goes out to your bil family……………

    Rivergirl said:
    September 20, 2019 at 10:58 am

    Alzheimer’s is such a cruel disease. It robs everyone, the patients and the families. Very sorry your family is going through that.
    Now get out there and feed those cats!

      Rusty Armor responded:
      September 20, 2019 at 11:02 am

      I think I kinda like it that the cats are scared of me … I’ll leave the duty to Snookums … they are really going to hate it now that it has cooled enough for porch sittin’ … they think the porch is theirs …

        Rivergirl said:
        September 20, 2019 at 12:33 pm

        And you’re saying you won’t share…?

        Rusty Armor responded:
        September 20, 2019 at 12:35 pm

        I would share, but it is a violation of the Men’s Lodge rules.
        You never heard of a cat man, have you?
        It is always cat lady … men don’t have empty nests …

        Rivergirl said:
        September 20, 2019 at 12:43 pm

        Men are allowed to like cats. My husband does… as did my father. Granted neither one had a houseful, but still.
        😉

        Rusty Armor responded:
        September 20, 2019 at 12:41 pm

        Oh, the porch. I was thinking of the feeding.
        No, I would share, but I don’t think they would … unless I fed ’em …

        Rivergirl said:
        September 20, 2019 at 12:41 pm

        A spoonful of tuna fish goes a long way when trying to make friends….

    Rusty Armor responded:
    September 20, 2019 at 12:43 pm

    Yeah. Maybe … but I am not all that sure I want to be best friends with a cat. That would break my dogs heart …

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