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Dec. 5th, 2014
Another glorious day in retirement land
Dec. 5th, 2014 09:48 amLive Journal seems to be having a bit of a rough morning. I can relate. Yesterday, I climbed onto furniture and counters and reached and twisted and generally made my old fat body do things it is in no shape to do. Today I have weird aches and pains like in the calf of one leg, in the muscles surrounding my lungs, my arms...
Happily the pool was cooler than usual this morning which made swimming faster and easier. So hurts are getting unhurted slowly.
Today's list of things to do is topped by the done laundry which someone neglected to put away. And freezer/fridge organization. I need space for Chef Anita next Tuesday. I think this time it is not that there is too much stuff but way more that it is not organized efficiently. I have 3 cartons of eggs in there but I'm pretty sure there are no more than 12 eggs... etc
On Monday, I applied for Social Security to kick in when I turn 66 in March. The online process was pretty straightforward. At the end, it spit out a page of my profile - basically all the answers I had filled in. I saved it as a PDF. This morning I went back in to check on the status and it wants a confirmation number. I got no confirmation number. None. Nowhere. I don't remember getting one and know if I did I would have saved it somewhere - Evernote, Keep, a screen shot... and I got nuthin. Sigh. I guess I'll call them next week and see about what I need to do. Buggers. At least I have plenty of time to sort it out... she says hopefully.
If my skin is nearly dying of thirst. I am really weary of having to put cream on every minute. I even got gloves for doing the dishes. And, it's only the beginning of the drying out season.
One of my neighbors across the way moved out. Several of the others have put up trees. Last year they were still moving into the building (it's apartments) so not so much decorating. The trees and other decorations are quite cheery.
Time to quit fucking around and get that laundry put away.
Happily the pool was cooler than usual this morning which made swimming faster and easier. So hurts are getting unhurted slowly.
Today's list of things to do is topped by the done laundry which someone neglected to put away. And freezer/fridge organization. I need space for Chef Anita next Tuesday. I think this time it is not that there is too much stuff but way more that it is not organized efficiently. I have 3 cartons of eggs in there but I'm pretty sure there are no more than 12 eggs... etc
On Monday, I applied for Social Security to kick in when I turn 66 in March. The online process was pretty straightforward. At the end, it spit out a page of my profile - basically all the answers I had filled in. I saved it as a PDF. This morning I went back in to check on the status and it wants a confirmation number. I got no confirmation number. None. Nowhere. I don't remember getting one and know if I did I would have saved it somewhere - Evernote, Keep, a screen shot... and I got nuthin. Sigh. I guess I'll call them next week and see about what I need to do. Buggers. At least I have plenty of time to sort it out... she says hopefully.
If my skin is nearly dying of thirst. I am really weary of having to put cream on every minute. I even got gloves for doing the dishes. And, it's only the beginning of the drying out season.
One of my neighbors across the way moved out. Several of the others have put up trees. Last year they were still moving into the building (it's apartments) so not so much decorating. The trees and other decorations are quite cheery.
Time to quit fucking around and get that laundry put away.
Laundry is all put away. Kitchen is clean. Fridge and freezer are cleaned out and organized.
And then the Social Security thing started bugging me. I did a google search and discovered that lost confirmation number is NOT rare. Lots of links and no easy answer. And the only solution is call or go to Social Security office.
I looked all over again and then tried email. Did a search and found there was a 'thanks for your application' email and I had taken that note and forwarded it to me with a note including the addition of the fucking confirmation number!!
I have no memory of the email or of caputuring that stupid number. And that was only last Monday. I think maybe, with decreasing storage space, I have trained my brain to instantly erase anything I write down and save somewhere.
I just need a better handle on the where shit got saved.
Time now to gather all the trash, garbage and recycling and take it down to the bins and dumpsters.
And then the Social Security thing started bugging me. I did a google search and discovered that lost confirmation number is NOT rare. Lots of links and no easy answer. And the only solution is call or go to Social Security office.
I looked all over again and then tried email. Did a search and found there was a 'thanks for your application' email and I had taken that note and forwarded it to me with a note including the addition of the fucking confirmation number!!
I have no memory of the email or of caputuring that stupid number. And that was only last Monday. I think maybe, with decreasing storage space, I have trained my brain to instantly erase anything I write down and save somewhere.
I just need a better handle on the where shit got saved.
Time now to gather all the trash, garbage and recycling and take it down to the bins and dumpsters.
Since I can't remember shit, I'm going start making notes here.
I've noticed that I'm panting a lot more when I get out of the pool. Today, I took a hit on the inhaler on my way home so I could do the stairs and walk to my condo.
Just now, the walk down to the dumpsters and back had me really panting. Another hit.
This is why I really don't go many places any more. I hate the idea of being out in public without breath.
As long as 1. I can breathe without effort while I'm sitting and doing other stuff like knitting and computing and 2. I can swim a mile, I'm not going to stress. What happens happens. I smoked a lot of cigarettes in my life and enjoy the vast majority of them. I'm not even sure the payback now is not justified.
I've noticed that I'm panting a lot more when I get out of the pool. Today, I took a hit on the inhaler on my way home so I could do the stairs and walk to my condo.
Just now, the walk down to the dumpsters and back had me really panting. Another hit.
This is why I really don't go many places any more. I hate the idea of being out in public without breath.
As long as 1. I can breathe without effort while I'm sitting and doing other stuff like knitting and computing and 2. I can swim a mile, I'm not going to stress. What happens happens. I smoked a lot of cigarettes in my life and enjoy the vast majority of them. I'm not even sure the payback now is not justified.