Other People’s Music

I love music, all sorts of genres, artists.  My iPod is crammed full of my favorite songs. 

That being said, it is other people’s music that gets on my nerves.  I can hear it even better than they can.  This is because it is played so  *%^#@!  loud.  The contractors working on a house, the tree fellers, and Power Company, all make a lot of their own noise, which is why they turn up the volume.

I completely get wanting tunes while you work.  I wear my iPod when I clean or ask Alexa to play something for me.

It never occurred to me to share my music with the entire neighborhood. I am selfish in that regard. I assume that not everyone in earshot is a fan of Aerosmith or Billy Idol.  I also keep Guns and Roses to the confines of my earbuds.

So many times a week I have to suppress the knee-jerk response when they turn up their boom box.  I want to scream out my window –

“Tomorrow we are listening to MY playlist!”
and my personal favorite,
“Hey!, Loud music attracts bears, ya know!”

I do love our local musician who plays the trumpet.  He wraps up his evening selection (two or three classical tunes) with Taps.  Then he stops.  It could be that she stops, I am assuming that males are more inclined to play the trumpet.

Now that I am pondering this, it is possible we are not even talking about a trumpet.  It could be a saxophone. Maybe even an Obo.  The only string instrument I know is the piano.  I don’t care if it is a clarinet or a kazoo.  It is beautiful.  Hubby and I always stop what we are doing and just listen.  The dog even listens.

It is always at dusk when he plays, so I can’t wander about in the forest to figure out who it is.  Someday, I hope to figure it out.  I just want to send a Thank You card.  Maybe, some cookies.

♥  TTFN  ♥


Time For a Gratitude List


Or as Grandma would put it- “Count your blessings!”

The weather has turned colder and gloomier, matching my personality of late.  I have been neglectful of my “Be the Sunshine” self.  My grooming habits have disintegrated into “who cares?”  Even all the ‘forbidden’ foods I’m stuffing into my face are not helping me feel better.

I know I am depressed & wallowing in self-pity.  I also know that I am smarter than this and I have many things to be grateful for that I should be focusing on.  And I will, grandma, I promise.


I need to rant a bit.

Remember in late February when the coronavirus was declared a Pandemic?

As cases and death tolls piled up all over the US, it reminded me of Stephen King’s The Stand and the plague that wiped out 99.9% of the population.  Anyone who read the book or watched the mini-series on TV thought of that story.  I came upon a tweet by Stephen King that said coronavirus was nothing like that plague – it was not nearly as bad. Someone tweeted him in reply “Dude!  Have you read that book?”  This amuses me greatly every time I think about it.

I hate that there is always a “catchphrase” when there is a catastrophe or shocking event. The one that really irritates me is, “The new normal.”  It’s new for sure, but it is not normal. No one wants it to be either.

Suddenly – all the toilet paper vanished. No one remembers people buying mass quantities. Sanitizer solutions, alcohol, and disinfectant wipes vanished. Frozen meats and dairy items, also vanished.  And if you wanted any bread – you had to make it yourself.  We wondered what would be next.

Everything is coming back to the shelves now. Except for the T.P.  Stores have to ration 1 roll per person, per day.  Rationing?  Like in WWII?  Not only paper for personal hygiene, but the kind you write letters on.  This makes me wonder if the stationary is a TP back up plan.  I wonder about many other things too.  Is diarrhea a symptom, BTW?

For instance, I wonder if the Senate Hart Building ran out of T.P., or if the White House has a surplus of darn near everything under the sun.  All those press conferences in March and we did not hear anything interesting and pertinent – like hoarding or shortages.  The local news was full of these interesting (and often disturbing) things.

The other thing I wonder is are people obeying the “Stay at Home, Save a Life” philosophy?  Maybe most are. I would like to think so, but it’s upsetting when I make my twice-monthly trip to the grocery store and there is traffic in town like normal (not the new normal but the old normal). People out and about without masks, even though our county is providing masks for free to everyone who wants one.

I bet they would wear one if they could see the dreadful spores floating and bouncing about.  Or not.  I have been told, “I’m not sick.” Or “I don’t believe in wearing a mask.”  Do you believe in death?  Because that is what is happening all over the world.  Moron!

Why can’t there be laws against stupid?  Grrrr!  That is a topic for a completely different post for another day when I am feeling grouchy.

Thanks for listening.  I feel much better now!

Stay tuned for my next post: Counting my Blessings.

♥  TTFN  ♥



The Annoying Truth

Day 1: Cataract surgery – Right Eye.  Everyone told me it would be a “piece of cake”.  They were correct. When I thought they were rolling me into the surgery, I was actually being rolled out.  I missed the entire thing!  This was a blessing.  I was so nervous about having to watch them cutting into my eyeball.

Day 2: I was able to take off the bandage today and put drops in my eye.  The eye (the right one) was blurry and full of goop. I could not open it all the way. I was expecting to see a miraculous difference – not a worsening of vision.  But I was forewarned that it may take days to see normally.

Day 3: My right eye was still blurry and I could not see a dramatic difference in my sight.  This worried me.  My left eye had the worse vision, so maybe after that surgery, I would be able to focus well.

Day 4: In the morning, I removed the eyepatch and put my AM drops into my eye. I could not believe my face in the mirror. Yes, I had a black eye of course.  It was my skin that freaked me out.  The creases in my forehead were deeper and more predominate.  I was pale and pasty looking with a dry and cracking aura about me. A few days without moisturizer and foundation takes its toll.

Day 5:  The past three days I had a headache.  I decided that a hot shower would help.  It would have helped more if I was not distracted by the filthy grime sticking to the tile grout.  Then there was the tile on the walls – their grout was a pinkish color in spots.  Mildew was growing all around me.

Day 6:  I figured out something.  There is nothing wrong with my right eye.  Every day, I look older & my house is dirtier.

With all the warnings and cautions, my Doc neglected to tell me about those side effects.

♥  TTFN  ♥