Here, there and everywhere
And by that, I mean that there's no unifying theme going on, just me, rambling on. Living up to the blog name.
I do hope you had a great Fourth of July. Ours was nicely quiet, except of course for all the illegal fireworks being shot off. There were some being set off one street over from us that looked to be fairly impressive, more than clearing the trees for a pretty spiffy display.
Right up until the cops showed up, of course. But the kids at the end of our cul de sac were mightily impressed.
Let's see, what other things.
No, I don't have a whole huge comment about Palin stepping down as governor. You've heard all the speculation and whatnot. All I want to say -- and let me point out that this is SPECULATION on my part (I don't want to get sued along with all the others, although I know what I'd do with the big bucks I'd get from the countersuit) sheer speculation -- is that I'm wondering how entirely sane she is.
I'm not talking right-wing whack-job nutso, she's all that and proud of it. No, I'm wondering if somewhere she doesn't really hear voices. I listened to part of her speech, and paranoid came to mind. Along with possibly schizophrenic. It could very well be that she's just exhausted, but. . .man.
Anyway, that's my THEORY. Remember, just a theory, could be disproved, I could be completely wrong. Time will tell.
But if she adds me to the list of folks she's suing, won't that be a kick for my blog numbers?
Yeah, okay, I don't really want attention like that. But then I don't expect to get it.
Besides, if I can't get YOU guys to take me seriously and answer a question or two, why would a famous politician take notice of me? Yeah, not gonna happen, and I'm good with that.
Hmm, what else? What ran through what passes for my brain?
It's cooling off here, and man, it's about time. We don't handle heat well, it interferes with sleeping and pretty much everything else. We reverted to our New Mexico roots and parked in whatever shade we could find, even if it was the other end of the parking lot.
Some skills never leave you, and it's good that they don't. Zeroing in on shaded parking is one of 'em.
And we needed it today because it was muggy and hot, and we had to go to the mall.
I know. I hate going to the mall, you all know this. But there you go, we went.
See, I need a new purse. I have a designer one (yeah, who knew, me with a designer bag), and I adore it but it is completely full. I have everything in a special place and there's not a centimeter left. In fact, the sides bulge.
But with the new pre-diabetic issue, Lillian insisted that I pick up a testing kit. I don't have a prescription for strips, but bless her, she doesn't test as often as she's been told to, so I'm getting the extra ones. Not many, she's not really naughty about not testing, but enough so that I can keep tabs on how I'm reacting to food, so I'll know what to do, and more importantly, what not to do.
And it's a cute little kit, with a lovely lavender reader, but it won't fit in my purse. Oh sure, it'll fit in my backpack just fine, but I don't lug my backpack everywhere. Hell, sometimes I just take my mini ID folder out of my wallet and just carry that instead of the whole purse.
I had it suggested that I just transfer everything to the backpack and simply use that, and I could, it's a good suggestion, but I like having my wallet, phone, keys, things like that right at hand rather than having to unsling the backpack and rootle around in it. I like the various compartments my purse has.
It just needs to be two inches taller.
So we went to the mall, where we were massively unsuccessful, at least as far as purses go.
Oh sure, I found one that would make do until I found the right one, but no way was I paying $80 for a nylon rip-stop thing that I didn't even particularly want. I'm insane when it comes to purses, but I'm not a complete lunatic.
And we ran into our usual mall problem. Well, okay, going to the mall is never a fun thing to do, because y'know, it's the mall. But we went to Sears, and we've discovered (as I believe I've mentioned before in an earlier post but I'm not going looking through the archives for it now) that there's some funky mojo in the clothing section. No idea what, but after a short while there, we both get cold sweats and headachy and nauseous.
We're fine in the appliances and tools and guy stuff, but in womens' apparel and accessories? Bad bad things happen to us. Both of us, although it tends to hit Lillian worse. We couldn't get out of there fast enough, and after that it took a couple of hours resting before we were up to going out again, which we had to do for grocery shopping.
So we've been scouring online, and we've found a couple of things, but I'm not happy with online shopping in general. I'm a tactile person, I want to touch it, examine it closely. I don't want to rely on what someone else says. Sure it looks good in the picture, but I'm cynical enough not to trust online photography.
Anyway, that's where that is.
What else?
Dammit, the Fourth is over! Stop it with the fireworks already! Like they listen to me.
I suspect I'm going to be the mean and batty old lady who's shouting at the neighborhood kids. Teach them to throw things in MY yard! Hooligans.
I'm sure there's more to yap about, but I'm going to say good-bye to y'all and go watch the news.
Oh look. The I-90 bridge is mostly closed. Won't THAT make tomorrow's commute fun?
Enjoy your post-holiday Monday! The folks having to cross that bridge certainly won't, I'm afraid.
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