Snot & Lougies

I’m having a rough morning. Don’t even work today, but my stomach is a mess. This COULD be a sick day. But no, vacation has been used.

As I lay here slightly overheated from throwing up thick spit, I got to thinking about how much snot is actually swallowed. I know, gross.

When you suck snot in backwards and swallow instead of spit, it goes straight to your stomach. You’re basically eating your own snot and lougies. 🤮

I hope I can fall back to sleep.

I don’t have to work today.

I do feel a little better.

❤️P.

Rethink how much I needed to start with

What would you do if you lost all your possessions?

At this point in my life, as I’m turning 55 next week, I realize even if I lost every possession I owned today, as long as I still had my husband and family, everything else is replaceable.

And this time, I would just have less. The stuff you have isn’t what makes your life.

Brian would just buy another sailboat. ⛵️

P.

Stinktown PA DoorDash

If you’re familiar with York County, you’ll know where I’m referring.

If the mill smell doesn’t knock you over, throw in the cow farms stenches too. Talk about kissing your honey where it stinks!? Whew! PU!

I had a DoorDash there today. The warmth of the day made it extra delightful.

Oh the dash was for one item.

An enema bag.

I couldn’t find it at Walgreen’s. The clerk had no idea. I finally found it and left, pleased with myself.

He met me at the gate in rubber boots.

Bag delivered.

I can’t make 💩 this up.

Still Dashing,

~P.

Short answer-DoorDash

What are you doing this evening?

This was actually a prompt from a few days ago, but I want to share a short story.

I started DoorDash about a month ago. You start to recognize other Doordashers hanging out, waiting for orders.

I’ll start conversations with them, just to keep myself entertained.

Hanging out in front of the York City McDonald’s, where shootings are frequent and food is slow, I nodded to a guy probably in his late 20s with a few face tattoos. I asked “dashing”?

He replied, “yes”, with a sigh.

I stated, “yeah me, too. I have student loans I want to pay off before I retire.”

He replied, “oh yeah!” with enthusiasm. And added, “I have to pay off my fines and restitution so probation will let me leave this shit state.”

I raised my eyebrows with full sincerity, and even nodded, replying, “I hope that works out for you.”

He said “thanks” and went onward in his dashing.

I have to say, Dashing is quite the experience.

😂 P.

Red in the Neck TV

What TV shows did you watch as a kid?

First, we only have local television channels. There was no cable of any type, reaching our neck of the woods. No MTv.

We watched a lot of public television. Ironic, as the channel I didn’t want to watch is now a channel that is possibly going away. Of course l, when I was really young I enjoyed Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers.

Loved Archie Bunker. Walton’s. Little House.

Oh, we watched the Dukes of Hazard, Happy Days, and Laverne and Shirley.

Hmmmm…great shows.

Better times.

If my mom had 4 arms

Leg hugs

I had surgery on my knee this past Friday. It went well. Compared to the Achilles tendon repair I had two years ago, this is a piece of cake.

I’m to use these leg compression devices for 15 days after my surgery. I actually like them a lot and may continue to use them. It’s good for my circulation in my left leg too. The skinny leg, as my husband calls it.

My mom used to rub my legs at night when I would wake up in my early teens with horrific growing pains. She would knead each one, up and down, easing my aching muscles.

Oddly, these compression devices, remind me of the massages she would give to help ease the pain.

Well, if she had 4 arms.

Missing mom,

~P.

Made Bed

Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

It might not be the neatest made bed, but when I go to bed at night, it’s a special slice of joy that my bed is made and literally waiting for me to climb into it like a bear, settling in for a long winter.

~P.

Not a bone, but the achilles tendon

Have you ever broken a bone?

I have managed to go 54 years on this earth without breaking a bone. But two years ago, while jumping rope at the gym, my Achilles tendon fully ruptured.

Effing OUCH!

The recovery from the Achilles tendon was the most horrible experience I’ve ever had in my life. Keep in mind I have three children, two of which I gave birth to without an epidural.

I 100% believe that I broke my leg, it would’ve been a much easier healing process.

Achilles tendon rupture are no joke!

No broken bones in the future, I hope!

P.

Thursday is preFriday

There’s 21 minutes until I have to be at work. I’m currently on the couch, listening to the rats chew the cardboard box in their cage. I have no motivation to get off the couch and go to work. I can usually delay the inevitable for another 10 minutes, maybe even 15.

I think about retiring a lot. At 54, it’s way earlier than I ever thought I would even think about retiring. The idea of just taking months for sailing trips is so appealing. A three month trip to the Bahamas sounds amazing.

As you can imagine, there are some problems with the idea of retiring early. They all have to do with 💰. I’ve been out of college 11 years, but I’m still paying on my student loan. There’s also this little thing called a mortgage.

But, Brian is ready to retire. My husband has had 30 years in public service. His current assignment is in a school and he’s has 10 years in and is definitely ready to go out.

I read stories written by people that live aboard their sailboat and how wonderful their life is, cutting the ties to land. I think I want this lifestyle. My husband certainly wants this lifestyle.

Can I handle living on a 39 foot sailboat for months at a time? Or will I go stir crazy? 🤪What do we do with our house? The cats? They cannot live on the boat. 

I still have about a year and a half before I hit 20 years at my job. It will all work out.

…10 minutes until start time. Good thing I just walk downstairs.

⛵️

~P.

Mr. Kinsley 7th Grade Writing

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

Mr. Kinsley was an English teacher and he also taught creative writing. I started writing a journal in his class.

It was fun to decorate the covers and as I continued to do it for years later, my covers became more and more creative. Lots of boys names. 😂

He is the one that ignited my interest in writing and journaling. He was dedicated to teaching, driving from West Virginia to Pennsylvania. That or a bit crazy. 🤪

Thanks Mr. K!