hand eye crafts

 Especially the painkiller-type ones.  Because one day you might have a headache so painful that they become your only hope. It hurts to blink, y'all.

The mailbox here has been here for near 40 years.  It is rusted in spots.  The layers of paint I've put on it over the years are flaking.  It's one of those things you live with so long, you stop noticing, you know?  Well, I ordered a new one, and it came today. It's the large package on the bottom. Amazon put my mailbox box inside a box.  This from a company that once sent me a single bag of dog treats with the address label on it. At the top there is the book I'm currently reading.  It is thoroughly fascinating.  The author is moving up the size chain: krill, insects, fish, birds, which is where I am now. An Amazon scroll recently took me here: Now, I've got nothing against Jesus.  At all.  The peace sign on the packaging is a bit misplaced time-wise, though.  (Also, a girl I went to elementary school with, whenever she saw any of us drawing a peace sign, would launch into a lecture on how peace signs are actually broken crosses. ...

When going to vote, accessorize to match your "I Voted" sticker. In my district, the "only" things on the ballot were Public Service Commissioner seats, and there were more people there than I expected.  As in, I had to wait in a couple of lines.  It did my civic heart good --- especially the very old woman who was driven in her senior community's van, and had a young lady along to help her.  If she could make those arrangements to come out and vote for something "not so significant," none of the rest of us should sit at home.   

Hello to November.  My thoughts have been turning to this year's holidays and how they'll be dealt with.  Money is so very tight that it's close to cutting off my breath.  It will be tough to buy Thanksgiving food and Christmas presents. I'm happy about the Dodgers winning the World Series.  I was a Dodgers fan in high school, due to their infield. That's Ron Cey, Davey Lopes, Bill Russell and Steve Garvey.  (Okay, not Garvey so much.)  The catcher was Steve Yeager, and Tommy John and Fernando Valenzuela were on the pitching roster.  Late at night in Nashville was game time in Los Angeles, and I could pick most of their games up on radio.  Youngsters, sitting in the dark and listening to what was happening somewhere else in the world was magical and cool.

My son was in Richmond from last week into this, and I ferried him to and then from the car rental place.  Why do young people pick such all weird times for stuff?  ANYway, he visited this statue, and took this picture for me: Arthur Ashe.  A true hero of mine, and Briton knows it.  This was very sweet of him. He enjoyed his trip, said it's a very nice city.  I have driven past  Richmond on my way farther north, but have never been in the city.

This has been such a weird week.  The pain, the painkillers, sleeping at odd times, low energy...  It's a good thing it's only Thursday.  Maybe things will turn a corner tomorrow?