I Heard The Cutest Story The Other Day,

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It goes something like this.  After Marie’s dad died it was just her and her mother. Marie watched over her mother for many many years. Now Marie is in her 50’s and her mom is in her late 80’s

Faithfully for 30 years or more Marie’s mom (Nancy) entered the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes in the hope of it being her turn one day. She would get her snail mail and sort out the Sweepstakes entry or entries from PCH.  She took the time to follow every single rule to the letter. She know that if she made a mistake, her entry would be thrown out. She spent hours going through all of the advertising. There were hidden stamps in there somewhere and damn straight she would find each one and put it where it belonged on the entry sheet.

Well to make a longer story short, Marie came out from her room in the house one day and there sat Nancy waiting at the front door. Marie says, mom what are you doing? You never get dressed when you have nowhere to go!, we hang in P.J’s.

Nancy was in full make-up, hair styled, nicest pants suit she had, her panty hose and her medium high heels. Her coat was draped over her arm as she sat there waiting. Marie still can’t get over the fact that her 80 something mom still ‘dons’ her heels.

“Mom?” Maria said smartly, “What are you doing sitting here like this? Are you alright?”And this is the punch line….get ready, it’s something ya can’t make up.

Nancy replied,” well today is the day that Publishers Clearing House will be at someone’s house to give away millions of dollars. I just know they’re coming here, I can feel it in my bones!” I’m going to win the millions this time, just like those people on TV. If they can do it I can too. I made sure every entry was completed to the “T”!

When I heard this story, my heart fell a little.  She still had hope 30 some years later, with a mind that is 80 something years old. God love her.

 

I Was Just Thinking…

 

3cbc755979712ac8bf3f7170b920550c--emoji-faces-smiley-facesI like to play the games on “Facebook Gameroom”, I downloaded it to my desktop.

One of my most favorite game to play is “Poker Fortune”. The icons in the game are sometimes annoying but they can get a message across to another player. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn’t.
Anyway, there are players that take ‘F-O-R-E-V-E-R’ to make a decision about what they are going to do next before the game drops them. To be honest with ya, even I get a little annoyed.

Then I got to thinking…..I wonder why they take so long sometimes, what are they doing on the other side of space? Are they in the P.J’s or dressed. Are the in a hospital bed or wheelchair maybe?

How do they communicate with me? Do they type using their fingers or do they have to use some sort of instrument to make a decision about their next move? Some players like to play in the game room, but for some reason they are slow.

So I was thinking, I should be more tolerant with these players and not get so stressed if they don’t move on.

 

Never Count On Tomorrow, (final post)

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January 8th,1987

It has been a while since she last had time to write, and when she did she really didn’t feel like it.

Christmas has been over for a while now and she finally took the tree down. She left it up as long as she could, she knew it would be the last one that she would remember for the rest of her life. She needed the space where the tree was standing for cartons of personal items she had already packed. She never fully decorated the house for Christmas this year, she just didn’t have the heart. She felt accomplished with the fact she got the tree up at all.

She paid a rent referral service $90.00 to help her find another place to live. Her spirits rose when the referral service called with a place to look at. I need 3 bedrooms this place had two and was $400.00 a month plus. Well that one didn’t work out.

Everyone is still working in their own private areas of packing up their individual possessions.

It’s been 18 days since she was told she had to move her family. What will she get into today. She packed her clothes from the bedroom making sure to keep boxes separate  from her hubby s’. She still has to do the kitchen. She hates to pack pot and pans and stuff that don’t fit into boxes neatly.

She worked in the basement for quite a while. She couldn’t stay in one room for too long it was just too much to handle sometimes.

Wed. January 14th,

She has been deeply depressed for a few days now crying more and more while trying not to upset the family. Especially her son. She will miss her very best friend who used to live with them for a little while. She loves this girl like a daughter. Her friend is strong when she needs to be, but I know she has a soft heart.

She felt that the burden of finding a home for everyone was completely with her. She can’t let go of this place long enough to hit the streets to find another. Her family has been keeping their distance, giving her room to breathe. The tears are returning more and more often. It’s so hard for her to stop them sometimes.

Sun. January 31 st

She hasn’t written in a while, she has been so tied up with finding a home. She has 30 days from today to get the family relocated. She still has no idea where it will be. Nothing will compare to what she is leaving behind. But she has to keep up the faith that she will find something for the 5 family members.

There has been a drawback to every call she’s made. Up until now no-one will accept pets, not enough bedrooms, rooms are too small in ratio to rental price. Security deposits for everything including leaving fingerprints on the doorknobs.

Fri. February 13th

It’s been 53 days since she has been packing and hitting the streets to find the family a suitable house. She calls it a ‘House’ because whatever and wherever it will be it won’t be a home. Her life as she knew it is over. She has decided to leave this home in great condition. For a long time she has had periods of total anger at having  to move her family, it was during these times she decided to leave everything she couldn’t take and let the ‘cock-roach’ of a landlord deal with it. But fortunately those times were far and few between and she decided to leave it in good and clean condition. She did take everything from the home even the curtain rod hooks and the light bulbs in the ceilings, that was her anger speaking again.

On this day she found the family a suitable place to live. It’s an old farmhouse with 3 bedrooms up and a full bath. Living room, dining room,kitchen and full pantry and 1/2 bath downstairs.The stairways leading to the second floor were pie wedged shape and ‘nothing big’ could go up that way. All of the furniture had to be  taken up a ladder to the second floor where there was a window especially made for taking large things up stairs. Her hubby and son must love her a whole lot to climb that ladder carrying heavy furniture. To this day she still can’t believe they did it. Her thoughts went to getting it all back out if they had to move again.

She still has 17 days left and she is not looking forward to leaving. She paid $2,175 to get into the new place. There was no refrigerator so that was $700. She is not complaining because she knows there are some people who wouldn’t have enough money to make a move like this.

She never really moved in, she had boxes and boxes of stuff that she never put out in the new place. The rent was $800.00 and that didn’t include water/sewage, oil every month, and electric, just to name a few. Her old rent was $250.00 per month all inclusive.

She was able to keep the family together at the new place for about 3 years at which time she and hubby moved 200 miles away to the mountains. That’s when her depression really got bad. She left her family behind and her yearning for them was great.But that is another story.

She is so please she had the forethought to keep a journal from the beginning of her downward spiral.

She truly hopes she has not offended anyone by writing this post, these are her thoughts and she likes them.

Thank you if you are reading this and God bless.

Never Count On Tomorrow (post 1)

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Thursday Jan, 1, 1987

It’s 7 AM, New Years Day. The holidays are over for the time being.

They were successful during rifle season in the mountains of Pa this year. Getting venison sure saves on grocery bills.

The lives of her family are totally scarred by the manner she has been asked to vacate the premises. they’ve rented this house for 10 years . They’ve made lasting friends in the area. But the house was sold and will be turned into apartments.

Just one fine day on December 22nd she answered the phone to find her new landlord on the other end, he wanted to tell her” you have 60 days in which you must remove all personal property from your home”.

She cried off and on for a long while that day. She had to tell the family we have to move through no fault of our own. She told the family and friends she had living with her, “if you see me crying please don’t acknowledge it”.

She had to find another place to live. The rent she paid was $250 a month and all places even close to what she had is over $800 not counting utilities and oil.

Her mind goes and goes. Thinking of everything and nothing.She hurts inside, she yearns for another Christmas and New Year here. But she knows this is not possible.

Today she starting to clean out drawers and closets.

We are all holding up pretty good I think. But she worries  all the time about where we’re they are going to live.

Christmas was the best this year. The family members were as close to being one unit as they’ll ever be.

Abandoned Little Girls Bike!

8512d3661e77fb4f5fa60c5e213735e0Me and Aunt Theresa went to the Kmart store in Williamsport Pa. yesterday. We took the back way into the store because of traffic on Third Street. That’s when I saw a little girls pink bicycle laying on its side in a pile of dead leaves and rubbish.

I can’t seem to get the image out of my mind. The more it pops up in my head the more I want to find out what happened to the little girl who left it there or why she would just drop it there.

It’s a little bicycle, something an eight or nine year old would ride. So I’m thinking why would a child of that age be in the area of the bicycle. My imagination is running amuck!

Sometimes, not all the time, I get sensations from something I see. I’m not getting good sensations from this image.

Here it is a day later and I’m still questioning why, what happened to her and when.

I called the Williamsport Police Department and told them about the bike. I said “I don’t know if we have any missing children in Williamsport”. “It just seems odd that the little girls bike would be where it is”. They said they would look into it.

I probably will never find out what the story is with the little girl’s bike. I just pray it is a mistake that it was left there. Maybe someone stole it from her house and left it there. Okay for now that is what I will think because it’s the easiest for me to be satisfied with.

I returned to Kmart today with Aunt Theresa and I went in the back way even though the traffic was light. Aunt Theresa looked at me and said “you’re going to see if that girl’s bike is still there aren’t you?” “I’m just curious”, I said. The bike was gone and now I wonder if the Williamsport Police took it or what.

Thanks For Reading if you know anything about this please let me know.

Where I Like To Write

I like to write sitting at my desktop but that is not always possible. Right now I’m able to write at my desktop because hubby and his Aunt Theresa are off running errands downtown.

Aunt T has been with us since October 18th. She’s recovering from Pancreatitis and Gall stones. She just turned 88.  So there is a hospital bed about 30 feet from my desktop, the sound on the TV is riveting, the dogs are demanding to go out, it’s almost time to start lunch or dinner for everyone and I’ve got a load of clothes going in the washer. But for right now I can enjoy writing this article without interruptions from second party needs.

493ss_thinkstock_rf_photo_of_senior_woman_using_laptop_in_bedAll of this  means I like to write at my desktop, but I do the bulk of my writing in bed when the day is done using my laptop. Aunt T is snuggled in her bed. She needs nothing but sleep. Hubby is asleep snoring through his nose cannula and not needing anything more for the day. The dogs are snuggled as close to me as they can get without disturbing my laptop and the TV is tuned into FOX News just in case something happens in the world I don’t want to miss.

I’m not As obsessed as I Was!

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I’ve resigned myself to the fact I’ve lost my Yahoo identity.  I’m locked out of Facebook I’m assuming it’s due to security. I have no problem with that. They have to keep the accounts of each one of us secure.

It took some doing to get my email changed. First ‘THERE IS NO WAY TO TALK TO A HUMAN BEING AT YAHOO’. Every freaking  phone number associated with Yahoo has been disconnected. “Hey just like my emails”.

I gave up on getting the email address back. I have a Gmail set up for my blogging. But Yahoo and Facebook wouldn’t send me information to Gmail to reset my password or change primary email at Yahoo. They didn’t recognize my gmail. In retrospect I’m kinda glad they wouldn’t. It shows me how high their security wall is. When I can get reunited with family and friends on Facebook that security is going to feel really good.

We figured “Yahoo must still be there because hubby still had his Yahoo account”. He logged out of his account and from that page I could create a new account that both Yahoo and Facebook could  recognize.

I’ve settled down quite a bit. I’m not as obsessed with how to fix what happened. I Had to let it go. Of course I’ll be changing primary emails and passwords for quite some time.

Hey Thanx again for stopping by!