MISCELLANEOUS My cousin has been working on a website for my mother's side of the family called the Muldoon Connection. He's hoping we will be loading pictures and stories so our progeny will have a history when they feel like looking up where they came from. In giving him my siblings' birth dates I noticed something odd, though it's Mom and Dad's fault! One sister was born in March (Spring), one in June (summer) and one in September (Fall). My brother and I screwed the whole thing up by both being born in November rather than December. We must be the oops children. Sweet sisters and Oops brother. Sounds like a rock group.
Busy with podcast wanna be's for once. However, two are doctors (to talk about lung disease & ergo) and one is a nurse wanting to talk about First Aid. As I will be in visual no-man's land by May, I need to get as many recordings done as possible before then. I do have a fire department Captain I am trying to convince to talk about fire investigations as well as a possible environmental speaker. Now I have to figure out how not to have one similar topic after another or dueling docs. If I could just find an attorney and a Native American Chief, I could possibly swing the next six months and I'll have my own "Village of People" series.
BREAK FOR JP ADVENTURE Listening to all these reports of child predators (teachers, clergy) and the online nude boy scams cause me worry for my grandson who loves and trusts everyone. Case in point. JP helped out at the Community Supper again and was promoted to order taker as the original was too busy talking to customers. After a long conversation with a gentleman in a truck he came back with a sucker dangling from his mouth like an unlit cigarette.
It did not occur to me until later when we were discussing that just because people are nice to you does not mean they do not have evil on the brain. He could not wrap his head around that and our explanations were hard to justify that niceness can be faked. However, I did ask him "where did you get that sucker you were eating?" From a stranger he was talking to. You could literally see the alarm bells flashing through his brain as he realized he just accepted candy from a stranger; the classic "do not do" from all his adult mentors. As he is very careful with his language, he basically said good grief rather than "crap" when he realized what he had done. Hopefully lesson learned.
We staff those community dinners at the same time the Weight Watchers group meets a few rooms away. Not only does the distracting smell of brats, sloppy joes or hot dogs waft through the air during the meeting but they have to walk through us when they leave. Their looks are pitiful, when they make eye contact, and we always cheerfully offer them a free meal if they're hungry. Of course they're hungry; they had to weigh in. I can imagine the WW leaders downplaying the feast in the lobby while labeling the gauntlet of luscious temptation they must walk past as merely a test of their tummy rumbling resolve. We are not above slipping them a contraband hot dog on the sly if need be.
After the cars have gone, the homeless (where they come from that far from town, I have no idea) kind of edge near the door. Which is kind of the point I think, bible-wise. We pile them up with left-overs.
AGING IN PLACE This week, between us, we have no less than five medical appointments. And why? Why does every new doctor need detailed info on every fricking aspect of your life and medical history when there are only two medical services in town and some of the doctors are in the same system/program/office??? Do I remember when I had tonsils, appendix, shoulder surgery, cancer, diabetes or sibling's/parents diseases and dates etc. etc. etc. You have all these records...multiple times. Hackers seem to be able to access this info with ease-what's your problem? Kicker was doctor I am seeing is in the same office as my other recent surgery and I was supposed to answer 100 questions on my phone!!! As was pointed out by our friends the other night at dinner - we're old, so don't expect the same answers I say.
We also discussed how much harder it gets picking up one's feet when one walks (if you hear that shuffle noise, you be old) and the fear of loose rugs. I am happy when someone addresses me as Ma'am as that means they actually see my wrinkled self AND realize I am female. It's the little things that count. I need to take the handrail down to paint it and I'm already contemplating my tumble down the stairs due to its temporary absence. But with the plethora of docs in my immediate future I should be covered for any physical mangling that occurs. Lot of things to get done today so Peace out..💚 💙💛
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