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Can you say “Water is streaming down the wall?”

Last spring or summer we had the plumber come in to fix a cast iron pipe that broke. It was an old pipe; a young man fixed it after he had removed part of the ceiling to access it. While they were here, the plumber and his apprentice, I also had them install two new faucets in an upstairs bathroom. The older faucets had been dripping and had actually built up a little lime patch in the two sinks.

So we had two great faucets and no dripping, which it turns out allowed the water in a little copper pipe to quit its constant creeping movement. And then it got very cold and that little pipe was near the exterior of the house – very near  –  and the water in it froze and expanded and started leaking. Part of the ceiling in the dining room has been saturated and three-quarters of a wall. It all has to come down and the studs dried out. It will not be cheap. Then everything has to be replaced and please don’t forget to mend the pipe while the wall is TOTALLY OPEN.

I may or may not publish pictures.

 

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So I missed a day

Hey, cut me some slack. It’s been a while since I blogged everyday and it was late yesterday when I remembered and I decided I was not going to be a slave to some artificial “have to” rule.

So here I am this morning, sitting on the sofa, watching over the screen of my laptop youtube clips about the Cowboys loss to Green Bay last week. I was impressed by the Jimmy Johnson’s  version of how he would have addressed the team at half time. I have never seen his face in that expression. Whoa, I think he might have made the3 difference had he been the coach. Of course, I have to say I’m happy that the Pack won after Aaron Rodgers did his walkout – until he hurt his ankle in New York. OOOOH, that was a bit of a snide-mark.

By the way, it went down to negative numbers last night with a horrible windchill, but today the high is supposed to me 21 and then up to 40 this week.

Just saw a Tom Brady video about being the Greatest Of All Time. Perhaps, but I still like Joe Montana better.

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A confession

On Wednesday mornings, when the show is on a provider that is in addition to cable, I watch “1,000 lb Sisters” and I cringe.  I feel bad that I look at these women and think how fat and sometimes outright stupid they are and enjoy doing it. I think it is because I find myself thinking that at least I’m not a total fat ball. And because their grammar is not the greatest and I think (know) I look down on them for that. And inside I feel good because my grammar is, for the most part, really good.  So this is what it has come to for me to have a little sense of self worth. Only, the fact that I do it is testimony to my lack of self esteem and shame at my lack of achievement. Crap. And to top it off, I had parents who made certain I got an education and stressed reading.

I can write this here because no one reads it and so it more or less a fake admission of  being unjustly judgemental and unkind. I don’t know if there is a just judgemental category, but let’s not debate that now.

I should feel better having gotten that off my chest, but since I have spent all the time since puberty being “bustless”, I’m a little touchy about the phrase “getting  it off your chest.” Oh, that was a stretch at an attempt at humor.

What brought this topic up today? It is Wednesday morning; the episode is over; I have to wait a week for another fix. Sad, sad, sad.

Also on Wednesday is routine of clipping the digital coupons from the Kroger website. It can be a little stress since there are weeks when you have to click about a hundred to ensure your Kroger Discount card will trigger the savings. Some weeks you only have to clip maybe 10, BUT you have to study the ad to figure out the Mix and Match Savings of one dollar on each item. Then you really want to get inexpensive items that you really do need so your percentage of savings is higher.  This could be a big boost to dieting, dontcha know – just relax for a week, don’t buy food and scrounge what is in the bottom of the refrigerator.

I’m not typing anything more today because I have a crack in the skin of one of  my fingers due to the dry, cold air. But at least I don’t have to go outside and feed the cattle.

 

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Well, I am committed . . . to be here – mainly for Glenda (and anyone else who wants to read).

I have had this site for many years and for a number of them I wrote daily, sometimes well, sometimes mundanely, often redundantly and sometimes a waste of my and the reader’s time.

I have made comebacks and each one lasted one or two posts.

Now, I am here to stay because I want so often to email people, especially Glenda with whom I share grandparents and who emails me with lots of news of my father’s family and the surrounding where he grew up. She and I and her sister Susie and our cousin Lana  often would sleep on flannel sheets beneath a portrait of our great-grandfather in his Civil War uniform (Blue). Lana and I once shared a bed and she sat on Roy, but that is a whole different story and if you are really interested, you might find it my typing “Roy” in the search bar.

You see, although I often intend to email Glenda or even start to, I frequently get distracted and don ‘t do so. And I guess we aren’t much for phone yakking. I would have written “talking” but “yak” was a recent answer in a crossword puzzle and it was in the forefront of what is left of my 75 year-old -brain. Of course, now I am stuck with an image of me as a talking yak which will give you a glimpse into my not so mainstream personality.

This way, I can share my thoughts when the urge strikes me –  although some of my darker ones may be only in an actual email, because I don’t need  to publicize other folks personal business and because I don’t want to stir up in this election year any repercussions. (Although I may have an “Eyes Only” post to be very “M” about it.

I will readily admit, however, mainly because I have written it many times, that although I am not a fan of Trump, “AMELIAJAKE CANNOT STAND JOE BIDEN.” I have felt this way since 1988 before there was an internet and I wrote in 2016 when Obama and he left office, “Thank God, AmeliaJake doesn’t have to worry about Joe Biden anymore.”  But, as Dr. Phil would ask, “How did that work out for you.?”

So, what was I going to write to Glenda?  Well, pretty much the basics: arthritic knees, extremely cold weather, more whining about a scumbag robbing my mother’s house, finding a child-size baseball uniform of my dad’s that my grandmother had saved.

And, of course, I would have commented on her grandkids and the three great-grandsons, the oldest of which is a hoot – a brilliant hoot who looks just like his grandpa in my opinion. The other two GGsons are age one and kind of newborn so stories are still to come.

I don’t write much about my family because we do things like dropping a turkey right through the cooking bag  unto the floor. As Julia Child once commented, “Who’s to know?” and we put it in another bag and stuffed it into the oven. People might have suspected something had happened when screams of dismay and shouts of “Never mind, nothing’s going on out here” echoed out the kitchen door.

We are cold here, negative numbers and double negative digits in wind chill. We also have a situation where we parked a car on a soggy grass spot when the temperature was 34 degrees and a wet snow was falling. The car sank into the soil, the temperature plunged and now it is almost imprisoned there. It could be worse.

Taking down Christmas decorations and ornaments is one thing; organizing them for storage is another. I am of the opinion that next year we will have to open boxes to discover what is in there. This year I found a necklace I had been searching for for a year. It was a butterfly I had in a moment of whimsy hung on a branch last year.

I am not making any New Year’s Resolutions because I fear outcome of fiddling with the habits of a lifetime. So I will still be a procrastinator; I will still be making up Rube Goldberg solutions to problems; I will still not keep clutter off the kitchen counters; I will still haunt the aisles of the grocery in the morning for major markdowns on deli items, bakery stuff and meat I can freeze. I will still not  be concerned with house decor trends and I will still rant when someone looks at a perfectly nice house on “Househunters” and declare it “dated” and in need “of some work.” Heck, lose a loved one or be diagnosed with a disease and see how much that “dated” look matters. I imagine some folks might even bargain to get back Harvest Gold appliances and formica in exchange for the opposite situation.  Guess that gives you an idea of my twitchy personality. I should probably reveal these twitches sparingly; the shock could be like watching a horror movie.

So, that’s it for now. But if I’m not here tomorrow that means I am a big fat liar or I am deathly ill or dead.

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Hello, this is AmeliaJake

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Hi there,

I’m been here a couple of times in the last few days, peeked in, sat and had a drink or two and then slipped on out. No one really knew I was here; it was restful.

It has been restful again today. I had intended to write some stuff, say something, as it were, but then something distracted me and I wound up going from one thought to another and then I dozed. So I’m going to continue doing that and assuming a true snuggle position with my cow blanket and my fluffy d

I once had a teacher who when he fell asleep as a student was awakened to hear his professor refer to the arms of Morpheus. He told the class that one day; I imagine he told countless classes that over the years. He was pretty much fresh out of college when he taught us English literature. HA, what a laugh on us. We put him in the teacher category and he was not much more than a kid himself.See, that’s how your mind can hop from one thing to another.

I’ve never forgotten Morpheus. Too bad I didn’t have a story about everything I should have remembered to be educated. He didn’t like Sara Teasdale either. Ah, ST: ”“It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.” ”

I should be back tomorrow.

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I had things going on . . .

I didn’t mean to stay away from this place and, actually, I have been here, eating peanut butter and watching the flat screen TV we had mounted. Some might think it does not fit the ambiance of a screen door place. The kind of screen door on the spiral spring that results in a “bang” when someone goes in or out.

I’ve actually ventured behind the counter and tried out the air fryer for making doughnuts using Grand rolls – the come that come in the cardboard tube on the refrigerated shelves. What I found to be enjoyable was sitting there with the machine, a bowl of melted butter, a bowl with sugar and cinnamon . . . and

Well, crap, my post was half-eaten and I don’t feel like doing it over again.

Maybe because I’m 71 and read “The grim reality is that, for the elderly, Covid-19 is almost a perfect killing machine,” American Health Care Association President Mark Parkinson told CNN this week. on the Internet. So this virus is older people’s on land shark?

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New York Times Political Correct?

Yes, I know I forgot yesterday, but that’s over and done with.

Today, I did the New York Times Sunday Crossword Puzzle and wondered and wondered about the clue: Informal “UGH”. Finally, I came to the conclusion that the answer is “No Likey.” Now, wait a minute,if I were on TV and used what was known as Chinese slang at one time, I would probably be deluged with nasty comments on social media. Well, it was a thought.

I’m feeling sort of at odds tonight so I’m going to watch “Planes, Trains and Automobiles.”

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Wednesday night

It’s 600 lb.Life night. And while I watch, I am eating a cheese ball and sourdough pizza pieces. Not exactly a cultural event, but then the weather outside is awful. That was the way that song began originally, but, of course, it was decided by the powers that be that it wouldn’t sell and so it was turned into a Wintertime/Christmas tune. And that will make no sense unless you are in an off the wall mood with a whimsical garnish.

It started snowing yesterday and it is still snowing. The flakes are little and wet and moving with a strong horizontal wind. The radar had indicated that it should have stopped by now, but that isn’t happening. Tomorrow the high is supposed to be 23 and on Sunday it is predicted to be 51 degrees. We’ll see.

Meanwhile, back in the present, I’m not sure this lady is 600 pounds. She looks a lot lighter to me than that. She’s walking, riding in the front seat of a car . . . but is barefoot all the time. Is her weight in her feet?

You would think this would inspire me to crack down on my weight. What I need is a house that has mirrors that show me from the shoulders down. It’s amazing how misleading a face can be.