I’m still here.

22 02 2022

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything other than necessary emails let alone post on this blog. There have been a number of difficult life events and situations I’ve had to deal with and none of it is/was anything I want to write about. Life has been more challenging and difficult even before the pandemic and it’s insanity.

The cattails are still in the corner and doing very well for all that the shouldn’t be growing there in the first place. They live in the corner of two tall concrete walls with asphalt at the bases with only a crack for the cattails. It’s always wet there, the hill I live on has natural springs all along the length for about 4 and a half miles running north to south. It was part of the western shore of the ancient Lake Chicago.

The hill at the point where I reside is steep for the area, some of the other east-west streets have a steeper incline further north and south of here but it’s still steep enough that it is sometimes difficult in bad weather, especially in winter, even in good weather the odd 18-wheeler will have trouble going uphill if they didn’t get enough of a start below the hill. The alley access to the place I live is even steeper and there is no plowing or salting unlike the main street in front of the building so getting in and out is either difficult or impossible depending on conditions – even with a four-wheel drive vehicle (which I have). Once it snows there are always people who get stuck on the alley hill, doesn’t matter if they’re going up or down. The new people on the hill will sometimes back down while the weather is good and the hill clear of snow or ice, they only do that once after it’s slippery and it get very slippery. Many of the residents will just park either above or below the hill on a side street and walk down on the front sidewalk if they have no problems walking. For a person who has difficulty walking on a flat surface the hill is impossible in bad weather and very difficult when clear and dry. I spend the bad weather pretty much stuck and unable to get out – thank goodness for stores that deliver groceries and good neighbors who will pick up things occasionally while they’re out anyway. I am hoping to relocate come spring, a house preferably in a small town south of where I am at present, and most definitely NOT on a hill ever again.

I can’t promise regular posts, other than I will try. Thank you to everyone who follows me and I apologize for the long silences.





Please Read

10 06 2018

Please read this article by Roberta Estes.  

If you or anyone you know is dealing with depression or thoughts of suicide, this is important. Roberta has been there, she is not a medical or mental health professional, simply a person who had dealt with the realities of these issues.





A New Year

6 01 2018

I am glad 2017 is gone. It was another year of huge losses, frustration and promises by others unkept. I’ve done my part, tried to secure employment which didn’t happen (it seems that my age and appearance are a major factor, which, as I see it, shouldn’t matter a damn), lost everything in the storage units (which included family heirlooms, household goods, my library – everything) and am still without any kind of medical or dental care or income – such fun.

I am still in temporary quarters, preparing to move to more temporary quarters downstairs when the apartment is ready. I was told at the beginning of 2017 that we would be in a house, permanently, before the middle of the year – didn’t happen. Not because I didn’t work toward it, I did, it wasn’t something that I really had any kind of influence over in the first place, all of it was in the hands of other people.

I don’t think it’s easy for others to understand that when a person is physically disabled, they lose a lot of their autonomy, they are overlooked, ignored, passed over regardless of their education, gifts, skills or whatever, they’re “different”. Things have gotten better generally for physically disabled people but there are still a lot of jobs that are simply beyond my physical abilities and there doesn’t seem to be a point to trying to get a job it is not possible for me to do physically. I had an acquaintance tell me that I should volunteer at a soup kitchen, which I wouldn’t mind, but the staff said when I called to ask about it that there wouldn’t be much point, I’d have to be able to stand for at least a couple of hours (not something I can do, no matter how much I might want to). Should I even mention trying the “work-at-home” scams? I tried the transcription thing but it certainly wasn’t something that would afford a viable income, not even “pin-money”. The audio was generally wretchedly unintelligible, and there was a lot of jargon and crosstalk, it took 5 hours to “earn” $1.86.  I type fast enough, it just wasn’t possible to understand enough of what was said to transcribe it.

However, I’m investigating some other options, there’s got to be something that will generate an income and that is within my physical limitations. I’m hoping that 2018 will see us in a house, permanently. I’m deeply grateful for the temporary quarters, I can’t say I even want to think about where I and my spouse would’ve been otherwise. We’ve had food, heat and electricity, a functional bathroom, a place to sleep and keep what possessions we’ve got left, a place for our elderly dog, a way to cook and wash dishes and laundry, great blessings indeed. So maybe 2018 will be better all around.

 

 

 





The State of Things

14 07 2016

At present I am in temporary quarters, thanks to a very good friend who has allowed me and my spouse to stay in a building they own after we were evicted from my home of 46 1/2 years. Things are chaotic and unsettled at present (July 2016) and we are hoping and praying that we will be in a more permanent situation before winter.Also that we well be able to keep our possessions which are in two large storage units (on which the rent just went up). Despite my best efforts I am still without a job, a situation that has gone on far too long and has been extremely frustrating, I am not interested in hearing that I will be bored with whatever job is available nor am i interested in hearing that I am overqualified (all the more reason to hire me, you’d never have to wonder if I could do what I was hired to do and I never get bored either, never have and don’t see that as a possibility in the future – I believe choosing boredom is just that, a choice).The lack of a job also means that I have no income, only waht little I was able to save which is now being used to keep the storage units.

The way things are also means that I do not have access to my genealogy records, notes etc, and while a lot of it is on my computer, which I do have, there are things that were to be scanned and photographed. All the materials for the things I make are also scattered around in the storage units and are not easily available. I was able to save a few of the plants that were in my garden, they’re all in pots, and was rewarded by one of the Oriental lilies blooming this week.

Oriental Lily - blooming while grosing in a pot.

Oriental Lily – blooming while grosing in a pot.

We had storms this evening and a pervasive golden glow instead of a sunset and a rainbow. This is the second rainbow in the last week, it wasn’t possible to get a photo of the first one.

This evening's rainbow.

This evening’s rainbow. This is looking east.

I apologize for the unpleasant nature of this post, however, that is how things stand at present.

 





Oh GACK!

9 12 2014

Here we go – again. Change for the sake of change. Make it look new and shiny and ….

Where the blazes did my info go? What the heck did they do to my dashboard? my stats page?

Not happy with the “improvement” – it ain’t and improvement. GACK!!

Everybody’s doing it, WordPress, PayPal (that’s another mess to try and get to what you need with all the spiffy “upgrades” and “improvements” which only made it more confusing to figure out where the thingy went that was needed), Facebook (always busy messing with what wasn’t busted and didn’t need fixing), and I don’t know how many other sites. All of them making it “easier” to get fouled up, spend more time being confused or just flat-out giving up on what you went there to do.

Why is it so flaming necessary to go doing that sort of thing? Do they even realize that they turn people off to their sites when they do this sort of thing? Keep it up all of you, I’ll finally reach a point where it’s more freaking trouble than it’s worth and I’ll just permanently unplug from the internet.

GACK!!!