Sunday Sunday

This morning it was bright and sunny and I decided to go to the Phipps and take pictures.....It was colder today than it was on Christmas Day.   My friend told me that she didn't like having Easter so early.   It won't be for another 200 ands  some odd years.    There weren't too many people there when I arrived at about 10:30.   I took about 133 pictures.  That is the nice thing about digital.  You can take as many as you like, throw away the ones that are no good, copy them any where that will accept them electronically, and burn them to a CD or email a file to a place to have them printed.    I could print them myself, but, the ink is too expensive and the copies cost about 10 cents each.   The ink cartridges cost about $50 for two.  I am not a purist I am rather frugal.  

There were a lot of beautiful flowers..  Lots of amazing colors.  They were grouped by monocolors and complimentary plantings.    I will add them as I go along in this journal.

Soon I will begin dinner.   The tradition ham and for Emily salmon.   She is only eats fish and chicken.  I guess that is not a bad thing.   I eat a lot of fish and chicken myself.

I fixed it...........

After spending much pondering about how to get rid of my skinny picture I have solved my dilemma.   There wasn't a delete picture, but there was a "cut" choice.   After I clicked on cut, the faux pas of my journal adding, the picture disappeared, like it had never existed.   TA DA....

I guess I should limit my adventures of adding photos to when I am wide awake.

What have I done now??

This is one of the things that seemed like a good idea at the time.   How in the world did I screw it up?????    I wanted to put a picture on my all about me section.   Well it too a while but I succeeded in moving the photo to the area.  BUT I did not like the photo and I wanted to remove it and add another instead. 

How do I get rid of the damn thing????  I made it skinny but the delete option is not there.    I guess I will solve it eventually but now it is causing me angst.

You should keep quiet at the movies

I have missed my calling.  I should have been a meteorologist.   It is the only occupation where you can be wrong most of the time and still have your job.   The doom and gloom forecast of three to six inches of snow never arrived.    Don't you wonder.  With radar, satellites, and all sort of up to the nanosecond doo dads in the weather armamentarium, why in the hell do the always get it wrong???  The only thing they can get right is a heat wave...that is because if you go outside you can feel and see that it is hot.   And, you know that it will last for a while until a thunderstorm comes and makes it cooler.

Emily and I went to the movies today.   There were a total of eight people.  So what happens.........Two women sat almost directly behind my daughter and I and were talking.   Talking loudly too.   I had to endure this conversation during the ads and previews.. (not that it was a major bother at this point)   At the start of the movies they continued.   I was quite peeved by this time.   I turned around as asked them. "Are you planning on talking thru the rest of this movie?"     "NO" one of them said.   "Well good, because it is quite annoying.." said I..     They honestly had a WTF look on both of their faces.   

Why do people insist on talking during the movies, and why with hundreds of empty seat did they choose to sit behind me.   They were very quiet thru the rest of the show.  I think they were even afraid to eat their popcorn, they were chewing it very quietly.

The movies was Penelope.   It was quite good,  fantasy, but good.    Emily and I were in for something light hearted and it was.  It is a chick flick and I would recommended it.   Affluent family son takes advantage of a maid and then spurs her.   Then the maid grandmother was a witch who puts a curse on the girls in the family that they will be born looking like a pig.   For five or so generations only sons were born, but then, one day, a porr misfortunate Penelope was born.... The curse is set and only one of their own can break the spell........

 

 

 

 

Frank Lloyd Wrights thoughts

"Early in life, I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose honest arrogance and have seen no occasions to change."
Frank Lloyd Wright

I woke up this morning feeling that I was really and truly on the way to recovery.    I will be back at work tomorrow.    I ran the vacuum cleaner and after fifteen minutes I felt exhausted.   I feel like I should eat a one pound steak to give me some protein.    I never have eaten a one pound steak in my life.

I may even venture to the library this afternoon.   I will see how well I feel.   It has seen like spring around here the past few days.   I  could hear the birds twittering (is that a word??) on the eternal quest of mate acquisition.   And then......this morning......I heard the diabolical weather forecast for Western Pennsylvania..................SNOW....... I am talking about a snow storm; or rather the weather man was.   Starting tomorrow evening they are calling for 3 to 6 inches of SNOW.    I am damn tired of snow.............Just for the record.   I think after the library, perhaps, I will go and buy the biggest box of wine I can find.      I think that is a 5L bottle, or box as the case may be.

 

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Still Ill

Still sitting on my butt, coughing my lungs out.    If I had been a smoking kind of person, I think I would have quit.

This is the fourth day and I was wishing I would die and hoping it would have been soon.   Not really, I had a fever, terrible coughing, nose running, hoarse (I still am) and feeling all drained.    Went to the doctor yesterday,  and I asked him how does one know if the infection is bacterial or viral.   He said that sometimes you can't tell.  But by the time they get to his office, they have been sick and are not getting better.  He gave me antibiotics.   Four more day of that to go.   That is what I get for working with sick people I guess.

I hate being sick.  I just don't have time for it.   In over two years, I  have not called off sick......Really, those people are going to say "Claudia must be really sick, she never calls off..."  I am too old to be a martyr.    We are working so hard, and lucky if I get a break or a lunch.   

I read articles on getting in shape etc, that talk about going out and exercising during your lunch break.  I have 30 minutes, go to the cafeteria and wait in line behind the visitors who stand with mouths agape perusing the cafeteria menu.    In hospitals they should have restricted hours in the cafeteria.   I still get 30 even if I have to stand in line for 15 of the 30.   Most of the time I pack my lunch.  It is cheaper, I know how it will taste, and all I have to do is heat it in the microwave and still have time or a cup of tea or coffee and a pit stop in the bath room.   WOW

Enough of this entry I am feeling drained by just thinking what to write, I feel a nap coming on.................