Thursday, January 28, 2016

A Tale of Two Sprays

In the winter, my house gets staticky. I don't know if it's because the house is old, or it's not insulted sufficiently, or it's the gas heat. It really doesn't matter - it just gets staticky. The result is that I tend to harbor a lot of static electricity - and I mean a lot. And by that I mean that I can get up from the couch and walk to the door or another person or the cat, and when I touch that object, sparks fly. And not the romantic kind. It's the kind that creates lightening and can power Hoover Dam (at least that's what if feels like to me). It is very irritating. and tends to make me rather touchy (in every sense of the word).

I have used a humidifier to attempt to get more water into the air. Somebody told me to do that once. And sometimes it works. But the most effective thing to do is to spray myself with Static Guard when I have a static situation. I promptly grab the can and spray myself down. Problem solved - at least until the next time.

Well, today was a static day. After electrifying myself several times (I guess it's my own version of shock therapy), I had had enough. I went into the "mechanical closet" where I store the can of Static Guard (because it's the closest storage to the den, where the static is the worse). I grabbed a can and promptly sprayed myself from stem to stern. The only problem was that the Static Guard was not working very effectively (usually I can get instant relief). And then I started sniffing and realized that the smell was not quite right. Could Static Guard go bad?

That is an answer that I shall not find out, at least now. Because when I went to grab the can of Static Guard, I had instead grabbed the can of WD-40 and hosed myself down with it. Which has a smell of its own. That does not go away until you take off the offending clothes and possibly take a shower with strong-smelling soap.

Oh well, I may still emit electrical impulses, but at least I no longer stick and creak ...
Thankful today for: knowing the difference when the spray is not Static Guard; Lindley time

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

A Tale of Two Arms

I think this is a medical story ...

Arm #1. This arm went to the medical facility (of sorts, aka the Red Cross). It was looked at by medical (I suppose) personnel. The arm's owner's weight was discussed. The arm was then prepped and poked. A diagnosis (of sorts) was made and then blood was taken and collected. Afterwards, a band-aid was applied, and snacks were had, and the arm went home.

Arm #2. This arm also went to a medical facility (truly, as it was a pediatrician's office). It was looked at my medical (again, truly, as it was a certified physician) personnel. The arm's owner was weighed (Arm #1's owner was very happy that she could discuss weight - which means lie - and not actually get weighed). Arm #2 was pressed and looked at. A diagnosis of strep throat was made after a throat culture and then a prescription was given. Afterwards, some itch cream was applied, and snacks were acquired, and the arm went to LaLa's.

In the exercise world, athletes have upper body days and leg days. For Lindley and me, today was arm day. What did your arm do today?

Thankful today for: Red Cross nurses and the guard who was very apologetic and helpful about the computer delay; snacks at Red Cross; easy withdrawal at Red Cross; Lindley's doctor visit and diagnosis; Lindley time

Tuesday, January 26, 2016


As the snow melts (and most of it has), there are still mounds left here and there. Some are from the edges of the roads where plows pushed the snow to the sides and made big mounds. Some mounds are from the few snowmen left, slowly shrinking with each day. As you can see, some mounds are still nicely white. And some aren't so nicely white.

Which has led me to this thought - what remains after things happen in our lives? What remains after people or circumstances or incidents are no longer in our lives?

Certainly there is the "good snow." The happy memories of what once was. The clean, clear thoughts that remind us of treasured times and people. The photos and thoughts that lift us up, reminding us of cheerful times and hope for more in the future. The brightness that lifts our spirits.

But what about the "dirty snow"? Does it remind us of the sad and bad times, or what was once good but turned ugly? Do we turn away from it, not wanting to view it because of the way it looks?

I guess it's just all about how you look at it. Because once upon a time, even the ugly snow was beautiful. Maybe once upon a time, the origin of the ugly residual leftover from our experiences was good. Maybe somewhere along the way, it got sullied by time and experience. And now it is indeed hard to look at because it has ruined that which was once beautiful.

But maybe it's there to remind us that there is good to consider and remember. And that eventually the ugly will fade if we let it. And that there is always good to gaze on and remember. And ultimately, to remember that the One who gives all good things to us.
"Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."
Philippians 4:8 - New International Version (NIV)

Thankful today for: beautiful day for a walk; checking on Rambo

Monday, January 25, 2016

Uhhh, Sorry Dude!!

Well, the snow has melted almost all away, and it's time to get out and get stuff done. Like go to the grocery store and purchase real food items for preparing anything other than sandwiches. Anyhow, as I was going to Kroger, I passed Walgreens and saw a Blue Bell Ice Cream Truck. Now, it may not mean much to you, but I knew it would mean a lot to Lynnette. She's originally from Texas and believes Blue Bell Ice Cream to be the holy grail of ice creams. Recently, Blue Bell has had some difficulties with their ice cream production plants - like having more ingredients in the ice cream than are wanted. Especially according to the FDA. Blue Bell has been off the market for a while, so seeing a truck in the neighborhood is a sign of good things to come.

It wasn't until after I looked at this photo that I noticed the ice cream dude waving at me. Maybe he thought it was odd that some random lady just stopped her car in the middle of the street to take a photo. Then again, if he's a regular Blue Bell driver, he may be getting used to this action!!

Thankful today for: clear roads and grocery store visits; Blue Bell truck sightings and cool drivers; playtime with Rambo

Sunday, January 24, 2016

January 24

Maybe January 24 is Nashville's official snow day. Maybe, because last year on January 24, we had a decent snow. And this year on January 24, we have the leftovers of a big snow. Wonder what next year will bring ...

January 24, 2015
This was a big snow for us.
I mean, we couldn't see the ground!!
January 24, 2016
But this was an amazing snow for us.
Not only couldn't we see the ground, we couldn't see the shrubs!!
Thankful today for: sunshine that's beginning to melt the snow (especially on the roads); picking up Steve from the airport