Sunday, December 7, 2014

Catching Up

First, I have some book news.  Karma, book 4 in my Cosmic Connections series, has been accepted for publication!  Details to follow.  How cool is that!

I've been working.  A lot.  I'm tired as you might expect.  But one good thing about the second job is that it gives me time for some knitting.  Here's my latest project, made for a friend's about-to-arrive great granddaughter.  I'm on to cozy socks now.

The other night my phone rang at 2:45.  Of course I'd just fallen asleep.  No, I wasn't doing something fun.  Beau had been playing with his squeaky mouse under the bed.  Kind of hard to sleep through that.  Anyway, the phone call.  I didn't recognize the number so I didn't answer.  There was a message.  From the gas company.  Apparently my neighbors called in a gas leak on my meter out front.  The same meter I thought was leaking the day after it was installed.  The meter I questioned the workmen who had moved on down the block about.  The meter I was assured was perfectly fine.  Good thing I didn't blow up.  I would have had to find them and do some serious haunting.

The Penguins are winning lately.  One good thing I've discovered about my new phone.  I can listen to hockey at will.  So maybe we'll become friends after all.  Maybe.  Did I tell you it was dead beyond resuscitation?  If not, I sort of dropped it on it's head and it slowly bled to death internally.  Fortunately it was only a few weeks old so the nice tech people confirmed its demise and shipped off a new one.  Yes, I traded in my nifty Dr. Who case on a heavy duty Otter Box. 

My freezer is stocked up with oodles of varieties of homemade soups which means I've been having super nummy lunches.  I also share it with an older couple I help watch out for.  He's not doing so well so send out some comfort vibes please.

It's full moon so the kitties are extra cuddly.  Good thing since it's cold outside.  We all pile up in a lump and keep each other warm.  Yes, another reason for all the soup.  Warmth from inside out.

I got a new wigwag in the mail.  What's a wigwag you ask?  That's the gizmo that makes the washer switch gears so it spins.  Mine stopped doing that a few weeks ago.  A very nice repair dude came and actually knew what was wrong.  I was surprised since it is about 40 years old.  He's the one that arranged for the wigwag to show up.  Now all I have to do is wait til my next day off so he can come back and fix it.  In the meantime I've been doing the laundromat thing before dawn on Sunday mornings.  I even found a buddy to keep me company while I'm there.  He tells me he turns 81 soon.  Has to take his mom to the eye doctor next week.  She's having some trouble seeing and isn't really safe to drive at the moment.  Hmm.  Maybe it's just me but I don't think her driving even with her eyesight improved that her driving is the best idea.  Remember, he's almost 81.  I'm not certain but I suspect that makes her almost 100.  Yeah.

Thanks to a friend I now have a current TV so I got me one of those Roku gizmos.  Have you seen them?  All you do is plug it into the TV and you can get all sorts of channels. Yep, I've joined the 21st century and gotten myself Netflix.  I've even watched a few current shows like Blacklist and Once Upon a Time.  I know, I know.  Hard for me to believe too.

What have you been up to?

Monday, November 24, 2014

New from my Friend, Lois Kasznia!

For the Love of Par, just released.

Professional golfer, Stacie Thomas, certainly knows her way around the golf course. But when it comes to men, all she can do is make double bogies. When she bumps into Dirk, she realizes that somehow, her brother's best friend has grown into the most gorgeous man she's ever laid eyes on. The spark is instant. But there's more than one reason to hesitate—namely, her boyfriend Ryan. Should she dare take a chance on Dirk at the risk of losing their renewed friendship?

Dirk Dixon, sports anchor for the local NBC channel, intentionally runs into Stacie while covering the LPGA Open. He'd been in love with her for as long as he could remember, but knew that he would never be anything more than her little brother's best friend. Being Stacie's friend is just not enough anymore. He wants more, and he's determined to get it. The only problem is can he get Stacie to see the man he has become?

Have you read any of Lois's books yet?  If not, you should!  

Monday, November 17, 2014

Hahahahahahaha!

Snake socks I made for a friend's birthday!


Friday, November 14, 2014

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Thank You, Veterans


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

A Thought...

But, as a writer, I have held on to the magic!  And yes, I will happily share it with you through my stories.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

It's Election Day

Go VOTE or don't complain!!!

Friday, October 31, 2014

Haiku

Angry Autumn sky
Blustery wind chills the air
Drawing winter snow



Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Oh My



Dictionary.com defines defibrillator [dee-fahy-bruh-ley-ter, -fib-ruh-] /diˈfaɪ brəˌleɪ tər, -ˈfɪb rə-/ as noun, Medicine/Medical
1.  an agent or device for arresting fibrillation of the atrial or ventricular muscles of the heart.

Do you know what that is?  I’m sure you do.  You must have seen one of those medical dramas at some point in your life where someone passes out, the staff rips the person’s shirt open, they slap paddles on him, yell “charging” and “clear” and then zap him back among the living while he flops around like a fish out of water.  Yeah, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

If you’ve lived in a cave for the past dozen years with no contact to modern technology you many not know that there are now things called AEDs.  “An automated external defibrillator (AED) is a portable electronic device that automatically diagnoses the life-threatening cardiac arrhythmias of ventricular fibrillation and ventricular tachycardia in a patient, and is able to treat them through defibrillation, the application of electrical therapy which stops the arrhythmia, allowing the heart to reestablish an effective rhythm.”

Many, many places now have these gizmos onsite, including where I work.  One of the things I do is purchase the fancy batteries that keep these machines operational.  They are extremely expensive and have a definite, limited shelf life so they are not stocked by any of the local medical supply people.  Understandable and in a perfect world that would be no problem.  AEDs warn you when the batteries are getting low.  Cool, right?  It would be if people had enough sense to mention that the soon-to-be-non-functional equipment was emitting an even more annoying beep than a smoke alarm going bad.  Had they done so I wouldn’t have spent a good chunk of time this morning phoning around, attempting to locate one even though I knew better. I guess not everyone hears that sound as I do.

I did speak with a very pleasant woman at the Red Cross who actually called the manufacturer’s rep to try to help me obtain a new battery immediately. No luck but the rep did mention that Wal-Mart has begun carrying their AEDs though she wasn’t sure if they also had batteries or not.  Okay.  I called one of the local superstores.  I was transferred to the pharmacy department.  So far, so good.  I explained what I wanted and was asked if a defibrillator was part of a toothbrush.  Um.  No.  So I was passed off to electronics who had no clue what I was talking about and said no, try somewhere else.

The second Wal-Mart superstore in the area said, “Oh, that’s an auto part, just a moment, I’ll transfer you.”  I attempted to explain and was promptly put on hold.  Many minutes later she came back and told me, “They were all gone.”  Click.  Yeah, I’m fairly certain she was clueless as well.

I threw in the towel and ordered online like I usually do when given proper warning of the battery going dead.  We do have more than one unit, so we’re still okay.  It’s not urgently urgent even though it is nicer and less stressful, should the AED ever actually be needed, to have one right at your fingertips but I’m sure we’re perfectly capable of dealing with it should it become necessary.

My point.  If you’re in danger of having a medical emergency don’t go to Wal-Mart.  I seriously doubt the staff there knows where their AED is located, let alone how to use it.  On the other hand, they may try reviving you with an electric toothbrush or jumpstarting you with a car battery and then, should you survive, you’d have quite a tale to tell your grandchildren.

Happy weekend, all.  Oh wait.  It’s only Wednesday.  Two more days to go.  Sigh…

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Haiku

Wind whipping through trees
Wispy grey clouds racing by
Bringing Autumn chill