My mother had a brother
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susandennisMy mother had a younger brother who married young and then went to France for World War II and got killed. His wife remarried changed her last name and had a life. Over the years, as the eldest remaining relative that they can find, I've been contacted by veterans organizations asking this or that about Billy. It happened again yesterday. I don't know what made me answer the phone call but I did and a very nice old guy asked me to confirm some info they had about him. I did. And that was that. He was long dead before I was born and my Mom was not one to wax on about dead (or even alive ones, really) relatives. So my knowledge bank account about this guy is pretty lean. But mainly I wonder about a project that would have people calling people like me about people like him. Weird.
My mother also married a guy who was killed in World War II but I don't know where exactly. He was an only child. We used to go visit his parents when I was little. They lived in Oklahoma. They were a hundred years old then (it sure seemed to me) but had a great porch swing. I never get calls about him.
Yesterday afternoon Biggie was sleeping beside me on the couch. He was snoring loudly. And then, all of a sudden, he jumped up and RAN to the glass door. It was a second or so before I saw the reason. A nice big old fat bird was out on the terrace. Not one of those silly humming birds but a proper fat bird. He stayed out there for a long time. Hopping on the railing flying around. Biggie was on duty - sending stink eye signals the whole time and for some time after he left. That boy does love his birds. And that bird was sure lucky there was a door.
Today is water aerobics. And I slept late. So when I did wake up, I shot out of bed, into my swimsuit and managed to get in a lovely swim with time to spare.
I got an email this morning from Experian that my credit score had dropped. I checked Chase and BECU and while the scores are not the same, they are both fine 850+. So I went to Experian and clicked on log in. They wanted a password, then the answer to a question, then a pin number, then a secret code, but they never sent the text and I figured the next requirement was a blood sample so I just said fuck it. The only thing I buy these days that considers my credit score is insurance. All I got is car and I just paid it so fuck 'em. I actually should buy some renters insurance but I keep putting it off and one day I'll be dead and it won't matter.
I ordered 3 pairs of shoes from Zappos. They are downstairs in the package room and will be brought up here later this afternoon. I will keep one pair maybe or maybe none.
I have a collection of puzzle games on my phone. Each has a daily puzzle and I have become a slave to them all. Yesterday was the first day of the month and I got all of them done and even added one. About once a week some publication or another publishes an article that says that puzzles keep the brains of old people sharp. I figure if I can do a perfect month with each of these puzzles, my brain will be able to cut tomatoes. Now, wouldn't that be handy?! Of course, our tomatoes, here in the Northwest pretty much always suck so actually not that big a deal.
Today is also house cleaning day. But that's not til later. I have knitting and crochet to do and a good book to listen to and a ballgame tonight.
Julio is the perfect picture when he's sleeping.
My mother also married a guy who was killed in World War II but I don't know where exactly. He was an only child. We used to go visit his parents when I was little. They lived in Oklahoma. They were a hundred years old then (it sure seemed to me) but had a great porch swing. I never get calls about him.
Yesterday afternoon Biggie was sleeping beside me on the couch. He was snoring loudly. And then, all of a sudden, he jumped up and RAN to the glass door. It was a second or so before I saw the reason. A nice big old fat bird was out on the terrace. Not one of those silly humming birds but a proper fat bird. He stayed out there for a long time. Hopping on the railing flying around. Biggie was on duty - sending stink eye signals the whole time and for some time after he left. That boy does love his birds. And that bird was sure lucky there was a door.
Today is water aerobics. And I slept late. So when I did wake up, I shot out of bed, into my swimsuit and managed to get in a lovely swim with time to spare.
I got an email this morning from Experian that my credit score had dropped. I checked Chase and BECU and while the scores are not the same, they are both fine 850+. So I went to Experian and clicked on log in. They wanted a password, then the answer to a question, then a pin number, then a secret code, but they never sent the text and I figured the next requirement was a blood sample so I just said fuck it. The only thing I buy these days that considers my credit score is insurance. All I got is car and I just paid it so fuck 'em. I actually should buy some renters insurance but I keep putting it off and one day I'll be dead and it won't matter.
I ordered 3 pairs of shoes from Zappos. They are downstairs in the package room and will be brought up here later this afternoon. I will keep one pair maybe or maybe none.
I have a collection of puzzle games on my phone. Each has a daily puzzle and I have become a slave to them all. Yesterday was the first day of the month and I got all of them done and even added one. About once a week some publication or another publishes an article that says that puzzles keep the brains of old people sharp. I figure if I can do a perfect month with each of these puzzles, my brain will be able to cut tomatoes. Now, wouldn't that be handy?! Of course, our tomatoes, here in the Northwest pretty much always suck so actually not that big a deal.
Today is also house cleaning day. But that's not til later. I have knitting and crochet to do and a good book to listen to and a ballgame tonight.
Julio is the perfect picture when he's sleeping.