I may have to start taking melatonin regularly to see if it will help me go back to sleep after I wake up at 3 a.m. JUST TO PEE! Hate it when my body says "we're ready to get up now." I stayed put for over an hour and then gave it up. Had to do quiet things so as not to bother those lucky folks around me who continued to sleep. Like the guy on the other side of my bedroom wall who I can hear snoring from time to time.
I did get a lot done, though. Only problem is, I kept needing to go back to the recliner to get catnaps. Such is my life as I waddle through my mid 70s. I went to the orthopedic guy yesterday morning and he gave me a cortisone shot in each hip. I'm hopeful I can start getting around better now. Actually, I think it's working already. My goal is to walk daily. It's the only exercise I like outside of bike riding and I can't do that anymore. I've always liked badminton too (and tennis) but those are out of the question.
I just went downstairs to check my mail and discovered all kinds of activity going on. A preacher guy was here and the living room was full of residents for a change. That was nice to see. I'd been napping and heard sirens but where my apartment is situated, I never know if aid cars are here. Today they were. A guy in the lobby (who has Parkinsons real bad) was having a seizure. Poor guy. Earlier, the cops were here to help my neighbor get a cat out from under a bed. I missed all that too. Damn it!
A lady down the hall passed away last week and her cat (a skittish one who hid under the bed) wouldn't come out. My neighbor had planned to adopt her but couldn't get her out and nobody else could either. She was fighting them and carrying on something awful. Finally,the neighbor (a real character and my best friend here) called the cops and told them she needed help. Told them she had dementia and so did everyone else and the cat had a cord wrapped around its neck and had been trapped under the bed for five days. Well, only half of that was true but they came with thick gloves and got her out and my neighbor took her to her apartment so she could hide under her bed until she figures out that's her new home.
A few days ago I was walking down the hall to the apartment where my dad used to live so I could have the guy there help me figure out how to open up my new mouse. Another lady was walking behind me with her walker and her son was riding in her electric car. He uses it to zoom up and down the hall but doesn't really need it. Anyhow, I heard this toot-toot-toot and she said "oh excuse me!" I knew what it was. Then she let some more. I turned around and laughed. Told her "way to give the hallway some entertainment. I always find farts very good for a laugh." So we all laughed.
Every now and then I stick a small candy bowl of candy out on my little shelf outside my door for passerbys. Decided I better knock that off, though, as it's been disappearing entirely too fast. I think it's the old guy next to me as I saw him through the peephole grab some and put them in his pocket. Candy is too expensive anyway.
When I went into the orthopedic doctor, I mentioned my left fingers had been going number for the last couple of weeks. Sometimes my right fingers and wrist act up too. Not sure if it's carpal tunnel or something else. I did take the soft foam cover pad off my bed the other night to see if sleeping on a firmer surface might make a difference. Too soon to tell for sure but I'm thinking it did. We'll see. At any rate he's referring me to a nerve doctor in Silverdale so I'm waiting for them to call. I hate traveling out of town for doctors but you pretty much have to do that anymore. I'm getting cataracts removed later this summer so that's two trips to Poulsbo. I'm hoping the numbness subsides by the time that clinic calls because I had a nerve conduction test in Port Angeles back in 2017 and it was NOT FUN! Plus, it came out normal!
Found a new show to watch on Netflix last night and surprisingly, it's in its 5th season. A comedy called Working Moms. I'm enjoying it but most of the time, comedies annoy me 'cause they're too stupid.
Went to lunch with the girls at Doc's (down at Point Hudson) yesterday. Delicious food but the acoustics sucked so it was entirely too loud. I'll post pictures below. Molly Logue (who is here for her husband's memorial on Sunday) got to talking about places she lived and much to my surprise, we found out we've lived in similar locations. When she was a kid, they lived in the F Street house overlooking the lower fields and then I lived there in 1973. We had left Kirkland that year and we lived in a housing tract called Windsor Vista. A new developement and right next door was another community called Sun Village and lo and behold, that was where Molly lived. Not at the same time though.
I've got three fans running in here right now and it's not too terribly hot. There is a breeze outside and I'm praying we have a breeze this weekend. I'm going to a baby shower tomorrow two blocks down the street and then a 60th class reunion on Sunday out in Chimacum. Looking forward to picture taking.
Everytime I sit down to read I end up nodding off but I'm hoping I can get through the books I have in the basket next to my chair. For whatever reason (probably because my attention span is shot to hell) I always seem to have more than one book going at once. Right now I'm working on You Can't go home again byu Thomas Wolfe (not an easy reading book), A girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton Porter that I read as a kid, Hope Mills by Constance Pierce, Border Music by Robert James Weller who wrote Bridges of Madison County, and the Bonesetter's Daughter by Amy Tan. I had the Wolfe book in my collection for years but never read it. I kept wanting to,though. I like the title. So....I ordered it at Thriftbooks.com where Catie works. Only problem is (besides the wordiness) is that it's paperback and tiny print so it's hard on my eyes.
Mary and Andy will be moving to Vancouver at the end of July. Maddie is eloping to Lincoln City, (or did she say Pacific City?) on the Oregon Coast and will get married July 1st. Jenni and Wayne are going to Vegas in the middle of July with friends and the twins. Sunday I'll be driving Jim Koepke (in Oak Harbor) and John O'Brien (in Tacoma) to the class reunion along with Mary Gaboury who lives two blocks down the street. That is about all I have on my agenda outside of medical appts but I guess that's par for the course for an old lady my age.
And here's one of Jake on his half birthday. They celebrate 'cause his real birthday is two days before Christmas.
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