HER STORY first job in safety was the Board of Water and Light and I survived long enough to receive a small pension at age 60. Even though I was youngish, 39, when I moved on to the rest of my story that put me in the ranks of a BWL retiree. I attended a few retirement meetings until pretty much all my friends, colleagues, mentors (including the frog group) have now moved on to greener pastures. Point being, the Board publishes a quarterly employee magazine which features a retiree in each issue. Apparently, they got to the I's. An old friend from Personnel, though retired, still writes that segment. Though you can imagine my dismay at the herculean task of writing I would have to do I told her I would put something together. Sum up your life in 300-400 words plus pictures. Think obituary. Leave out the negative as success is its own revenge.
LATER AT THE RNC Funniest thing this week between the tears of course, is a billionaire who sets up a Go fund me page sells "the promise" (no merch available) of tacky gold sneakers and uses campaign funds to pay his legal bills. I do believe using the campaign fund for non-campaign reasons is not allowed by the rules, but when did the rules ever apply to the dude? On the other hand, he uses court appearances for campaign speeches, so... "Real" billionaires would hire "real" attorneys" and fines levied would be pocket change. Society has changed as stated by an 81 year old woman in a forum I watched who said "who would have thought people would vote for someone with 91 indictments?" All Nixie did was a little larceny and lied about it (resigned) and Clintie played the intern game and lied about it (impeached). Yep, times have changed, and a moral code is now considered a liability and overturning the government is not a big deal-breaker.
THE EYES HAVE IT The OH got laser zapped and lived to tell about it as it turned out to be a lot of dilation and a biggie light show 10 minutes. My turn in the diagnosis barrel. I win as both eyes are VERY eligible for new lenses. They have you watch this video where they show how they vacuum out the cataract and fold up your old lens like a piece of plastic and suck it out a 1/10 of an inch hole. Then they go through the complications like blindness and death. Fun stuff, but liability is a real thing. Insult to injury when the surgeon explains what he's going to do and goes through this story about how it's not like going into the store and trying on shoes until you find one that fits. One shot based on his measurements and that's it. He must think old people don't understand without a silly story about shoes. "No doc, I thought you just kept trying until you get to 20/20". One bump is because I had Lasic 20 years ago I may not remain glasses free. I even had to sign a paper about it. Not happy, but considering the alternative....
My first pair of glasses was at 16 to be able to drive. Ugly things as I find most glasses. Never have found a frame that I liked on me, only that it was necessary. Before joining the be-spectled crowd I just sat in front of the classroom to see the board. People were prettier too with fuzzy eyes. I still sit in front of meetings/conferences as it's easier to stay awake and hassle the speaker if the need arises.
HOUSE WARS I seem to have a type. My handrail for the stairs has taken a beating since my last surgery. I use a death grip as I traverse the steps. No more la la la tripping up and down the stairs two steps at a time. Preventing death in a fall has become a priority. At any rate, my gray paint has been chipping in spots exposing the yellow that used to permeate this entire house. I at first blamed the housekeeper and her energetic activities. DIGRESS: the housekeeper has knocked the shower door off the track, broken a control on my stove and actually claimed my house was pretty dusty. Well duh. I have limited mobility and energy that I do not wish to spend on being married to my house; hence the cleaners who do the deep cleaning of bathrooms, floors, dust etc.
But I now believe my ring may be the culprit as I tend to wrap my hand twice around the rail in fear of creating a bigger mess at the bottom that the OH would have to clean up. At any rate, it bugs me so we finally stopped at Lowes' to pick up some black paint to cover the gray-change things up a bit. I found a paint chip I liked-Cyberspace- because Space is black right? Upon comparing the chip to my stair rail, it's almost a perfect match. Go figure. My subconscious has better color recognition than I do.
On the other medical front, some days are more challenging than others. The fun and excitement of arthritis. I have weaned myself off Tylenol but sometimes....I am wondering which is worse ruining my kidneys with Tylenol or my liver with red wine. It's a real dilemma.Sigh Peace out...💚 💙💛
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