Just need to talk to my friends ,(206) June 2025

off to pick up a Thunder sign downtown…..

The part of my post I didn't get to finish.

I spent a couple hours helping mom sort through the paperwork that overwhelms her. Piles of disorganized stuff irritates her. It's an ADHD thing.

A member of the Silent Generation, she is compelled to keep every bit of ephemera that is handed to her. I'm trying to pull her into the digital age but it's slow going. This meant showing her that we could toss the collection of imaging DVDs as they're all in her electronic chart and sharable. She wasn't sure, so I had to pull them up to show her where they were. Then I tried to toss the patient inserts from her prescriptions. She wanted to hold onto them so she'd know what she taking. I showed her the medication list in her chart which is current. Then she wanted to keep them to re-read if she develops side effects. I showed her a few online and assured her we'd bring it up with her doctor if she has any concerns.

Most of her bills are on autopay split between 2 Mastercards. She is compelled to hold onto both the original bill and the Mastercard statements. I assured her we could access all this pretty easily. I modeled vetting the statement for strange charges and found one. A "recurring charge/direct marketing co. for $7.48. She couldn't tell me what it was for, just that it's always included. I called Citi to get more information which was only a phone number associated with the company. I called them and the loveliest lady with a strong Southern accent helped me. It turned out to be insurance on a cell phone mom had back in 2009. To get it turned off, I had to guess at mom's Google ID (tricky because dad used her log-ins when he forgot his own because of dementia) and the address associated with the account (they were split between 2 houses at the time) when opened and her mom's maiden name. Even the last bit is tricky because mom and her people are extra that way. Mom's mom was born in Northern Maine and is a descendant of the so called filles du roi and originally had a very French surname. But she, and others in her family, went by an English name with the same meaning at times. The lady on the phone could not have been more gracious and gave me enough hints to be able to turn off the charge. If she'd have saved that money, she could have bought a brand new top-of-the line iPhone. She wouldn't be able to use it reliably but she'd have it, LOL.

In other news, she is getting out to walk more. She bragged that she logged a walk on Sunday— all the way to the shopping center and home. She bragged further than she logged it on her Apple Watch. For fun I pulled it up on her phone— here's a screen shot of mom's route. She is predictable. FTR, she bought a blouse I bought myself last week. She didn't know I bought it; it's just that sometimes we're drawn to the same styles.

Yesterday I met the Comcast tech at 7:30. He did a temporary patch and swapped out our TV modem (DH doesn't like the new one) and scheduled a complete replacement of the line in a couple weeks bringing it up to code. He was very nice. Then I took mom for her mammogram (clear so Yay!), to her psychiatrist and then for a haircut. I stopped at Talbots to pick up a shirt they were holding for me, picked up some takeout for dinner and made it home by 5. I sat down, reached into the fridge for a seltzer and it was lukewarm.

It seems like the compressor and it's at least 8 years old, so I checked Wirecutter and Good Housekeeping for recommendations and checked the websites at Costco and my local place. Both had a sale that ended yesterday, so DH and I drove 30 minutes to the appliance store arriving 45 minutes before they closed. I knew what I wanted, they had it and will deliver tomorrow between noon and 4. I'm still waiting to hear from the landscaper about an estimate for another project.

DH and I go away for a couple days next week. I really need one.

HB

Luckily clutter seems to be a plus for my sister…lol

Jerri…I did get the pan out. It was my carbon steel. I Gave it to my grandson.All I have left is All Clad. I have no idea how so much ended up here but I must say t is wonderful. I am using it and it cleans up spit spat.

Glad you got to the Cowboy. It is special.

Storm passing through now so weather will not get in the way of the game tonight.

Carl and Ron…my thought are with you.

Jerri…you were within spitting distance of me…the Cowbay is aout 7n minutes from my home

Pan was actually in a drawer under the oven. It went in fine…lol

Lorita - I looked up the bread maker - I think they don't make it anymore. Is yours Bread Factory by Sanyo? That's what I found on ebay. I've been toying with getting a break maker for quite some time. I'm a horrible cook (I can make three things reliably), but I'm a pretty decent baker, and who doesn't like fresh baked bread?

All of your chores are the ones that are waiting for me, and which I'll do on the weekend.

JeriLynn - I love that courtyard. Not sure I could face the flan though. 😄 It sounds (and looks) like you guys have had a really great trip. Love the rainbow pic.

Carl - I think staying in your house for an amount of time is probably a good idea. The only thing I have that relates is when my mom died. My dad opted to stay in their home and I think it was comforting to him. The only thing he wanted changed was he wanted my mom's doll collection out of the house. I'll admit, they were kind of creepy, and I made them go away, pronto.

I think we're supposed to have clear weather in my neck of the woods so hopefully I'll see that Strawberry Moon.

HB - I also suffer from the 'discerning eye.' We always joke here that I like small and tasteful as opposed to large and gaudy. Small and tasteful always costs more.

Man, I hear you about the paper. Every single one of my relatives must have been members of the Silent Generation - even my sister (although technically not that generation). I've burned through two shredders … so much paper. My parents had tax records going back to when they first got married (1956) and my aunt had tax forms going back to the '60s. She also had my grandparent's tax forms also going back to the '50s.

And then there was my dad's 'man cave' - his shed outside. It was jam-packed with papers, including all of the mail he stuffed in paper bags that he just didn't want to deal with. Thanks, Dad. And then there were his lists of students and their grades (he was a junior high school math teacher). When I found the grades I was pretty scandalized, especially since I knew most of those folks.

I have vowed that this will not happen with me. I have two two-drawer filing cabinets and I am ruthlessly going through them and getting rid of anything that I can get rid of.

As for me, we got back from Charleston late last night. Good flight, uneventful, which is what you want in a flight. We got my MIL's living situation squared away. She'll stay in the facility where she already is, she'll just move from independent living to assisted living. She's ready for it, so we have her on a wait list.

We got to go to Folly Beach for lunch to one of our favorite places - The Lost Dog. We all love that place. Here's a pic of one of the walls (yes, they love dogs).

And when we got home all of the rhododendrons were in bloom!

So, all is well.

good morning

Good morning.

Iris

up early for a museum zoom

Good afternoon Rockers 😊