I finally finished 8 seasons of Dexter. I'd seen it years ago but hadn't remembered a lot of it. I'm kind of glad I can move on to something else. Night after night of blood and guts can wear on you. Ha!
And if I had to watch Debra push her hair back behind her ear one more time I think I would scream. It's funny how you start to notice those nervous movements of female stars on tv and how common a practice it's become. Drives me nuts.
I always stop to look at (and often times save) anything on Trump. I discovered this site yesterday that had 258 comments. I didn't read them all but it was surprising how they mirrored my own feelings about the chump. I copied a few...
I switch channels every time I hear that terrible,
narcissistic voice of Trump!!
I can't stand the tone of his voice, and I turn
the tv every single time his mug come on it! I've never ever felt this way
about a person I've never met! I pray about it.
I get sick to my stomach hearing his voice or seeing his
lying face
His voice makes me want to projectile vomit. My body
trembles, my hands clench and unclench and I want to run screaming for someone
to take me to the nearest hospital psych ward.
There are a few people in this world I dislike. Only a few
believe it or not. But there is only one that I thoroughly hate and despise.
I’ll you to ponder who that one may be.
I've been trying to wean myself off of watching/listening to
the news. As soon as his image appears on TV I mute and avert my eyes or leave
the room. I mute the radio when they play bites of him. He has poisoned an
already sick country.
That’s why I keep my finger on the mute button when the news
is on.
The sound of his voice , the sight of him talking ,just
thinking about him makes me sick
Funny how you think you are the only who does something,
then you go on FB and find out EVERYONE DOES IT! Mute or change the channel at
the sound of his voice!
I either turn the channel or mute the sound. I refuse to
have his voice on my t.v. I have enough stress.
I swear it's even worse than that!! His evil insanity
affects more than my head. My nerves, my blood pressure, my stomach. He's a
cancer on the country.
I never watch him then I don't feel throwing my shoe through
the TV lol
I remember when Trump was first sworn in, I decided I would start a scrapbook about all the things he said and did that caused controversy. It didn't take me long to realize that this scrapbook would be way too much work and would fill up dozens of scrapbooks in no time. Lost interest.
I got up at 6:15 this morning. I really wanted to sleep longer but my bladder was acting up big time and I was getting up to pee every hour. This sometimes occurs when I fast and just drink liquids all day. Although I don't think I drank that much. At least not as much as you're supposed to. Fasting is definitely getting easier although I never look forward to the day. By 4 pm I'm feeling hungry but watermelon gum seems to help me over the hump. Sometimes I'll have half a banana; not so much for hunger but for the potassium. The reason I had to get up this morning is because I felt foot/ankle cramps trying real hard to come on. Since I'm taking 2 of my b/p pills now, I know that can deplete potassium in your body and foot/leg cramps can occur at night.
I used to have a terrible problem with night cramps. I tried everything and they would still come back, go away, and return again. Finally, I tried the thing I had read about and was convinced was too stupid to consider. A bar of soap under the sheet at the bottom of your bed. I don't know if that is what did the trick but my cramps disappeared. They only return if I haven't been drinking enough water.
It always amazes me how I can get through a fast and wake up the next morning and not be hungry. I did have some toast and coffee this morning with my OJ, but even that filled me up quickly -- and the scale was down three pounds. Yay!
Today I'm painting rocks, reading, and sewing. Tomorrow I'm getting some blood drawn for my doctor appt on Friday, and I plan on going over to Dotti Hopkins' place to take some pictures of her yard. She's Mary Norton's cousin and used to live next door to my grandpa Gene in Port Townsend back in the 1940s.
I went out and watered the flowers early and it looks like we're going to have a summer day. At least that dang wind isn't blowing right now. Interesting story from my friend, Ann, who lives in Issaquah. Picture below.
She's my morning cup of coffee person as we email daily. Her story this week was something else. She wrote:
I went to the game with Becca and guess what happened. A line drive ball hit me in the stomach! All the baseball that I have been to over the
years, I have never been hit. It hurt
like the dickens. It is a good thing
that it hit in my stomach and not my face or chest. That would mean broken bones. It has started to show a big bruise
already. I am hoping that nothing is
hurt seriously inside.
A person is pretty much on their own at the baseball
game. They come and are helpful--giving
ice, etc. and they also kept coming back
to see if I was doing ok. The first aid
guy asked first thing if I got the ball.
There were two little boys sitting in the row in front of us--two seats
over. After the ball hit me, it bounced
to their row, and one of the boys picked it up. I told the first aid guy that I
didn't get the ball but the little boy loved getting so I was all right with
that. After while he came back and gave
me a ball that was used in yesterday's game.
That big bruise on my stomach hurts like a pulled muscle.
Well, that's it for now. Going to give the bottom of my rocks some white paint and tootle off to the sewing room to see what I can find to occupy myself. If the day continues as it looks now, I may just sit on the deck and read. Ahhhh....retirement.
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