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Each Day Already is a Challenge
A Texas Sunrise
 
A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge.
This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby.
Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog.
I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh.
For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
February 19, 2007 at 3:29pm February 19, 2007 at 3:29pm
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...but I just had to add this before I forgot.
I have already written about what I think about the use of "Please?" by some many Cincinnatians. "Please? Oh Pah-leeeeeze!" 
And I have mentioned - elsewhere - how funny I think it is that folks from Cincinnati think spaghetti sauce is chili. http://ezinearticles.com/?Only-in-Cincinnati&id=322784
This other thing really puzlles me, although it's about Ohio and not just Cincinnati.
I have lived in PA and in MI. I've lived in three different cities in MI. In PA, although I always lived in the Pittsburgh area, I did live in four separate areas in or near the city. In every one of these the local governing agencies had ordinances about snow and sidewalks.
In each instance, the local governing bodies insisted that homeowners and business owners remove snow from the sidewalks in front of their properties by shoveling and salting them. If someone fell on the sidewalk outside of your home or business and you had not removed the snow and ice from it, you could be in big trouble. You could be sued. And, in the areas where I grew up in the 'Burgh, you could be cited and fined for not tending to your walkways, even if no one ever did slip and fall on them.
Here in the state of Ohio, things are different. If you DO shovel snow on your sidewalks and otherwise tend to them like a normal person would, and someone falls on your sidewalk, you can be sued. If, on the other hand, you just let nature dump snow and ice on your walks and ignore the fact that you have mounds of snow on your walkways, you cannot be sued if someone falls.
Don't you think that's completely backwards????? I surely do.
Besides, in other communities where I have lived, the US Postal Service could refuse to deliver mail if your sidewalks were not shoveled and there was not a clear path shoveled and salted to your mailbox. Obviously that must not apply here either.
How weird is that?
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February 19, 2007 at 9:28am February 19, 2007 at 9:28am
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So much to say...so much to remember...so much to ponder...
Incurable Romantic   's daughter, Tiffany, was with us this weekend. At one point, she and I were lovingly teasing her dad about something. She made a comment, then said, "Ooops. Did I say that out loud?" And I laughed so much that I almost did roll on the floor.  I can't even remember what we were discussing before that.
Things turned rather...well, sticky, when Tiff was supposed to leave us yesterday afternoon. Her mom was asked to switch her day off from Tuesday to Monday, so she asked that Tiff be taken to her grandmother's house. Boy, oh boy, the (tear) floodgates opened up on that one. Tiff did not want to spend the night at grandma's. School is out today, and obviously Tiff needed a place to be today with supervision. I'm home, but Tiff's mom doesn't like me and thinks I'm waaaay too sick to take care of her kid. (I think it's more that she doesn't like me.)
Tiff did end up staying here one more night. Now we just have to pray that her mother doesn't get verbally abusive to her about the incident. Because of her mother's schedule (starting at 5 a.m.), Tiff spends many nights with her aunt or grandparents. She's really getting tired of bouncing around, and I can't say that I blame her for that.
Her mom also seems to have a short fuse and is a very loud person anyway. And she is doing what divorced single moms are advised against time and again. 1) She's putting down dad at every opportunity. And 2) She talks to Tiff as if she is an equal - a girlfriend - rather than her child. (She's only ten!) And Tiff is getting way too much information that way - about how her mom feels about her dad, about men in general, about money, about life. I was a single mom myself for many years and I know that it's tempting to talk with your kid about these things or to vent about them. But you just don't do that to a kid. You just don't.
Of course, this is the soft version of what the weekend was like, since it's a public blog. 
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Supposedly, we're supposed to see near 50 degrees this coming weekend. My first reaction to that is certainly, "YIPPPEEEEE!!!!!"
Then reality sets in and I realize we'll be singing, (to the tune of There's a Hole in the Bucket...dear, Liza)..."There's a flood in our backyard, our backyard, our backyard. There's a flood in our backyard, our backyard, a flood."
There will, no doubt, be flooding down by the Ohio River as well. And I'll be wondering why in the world people choose to live there and be flooded year after year. Just like I always wondered about - when I lived in TX and FL - why folks stayed on the Gulf Coast.
Oh well. A swampy back yard isn't too bad at this time of year. At least it's too early for mosquitoes. See? There's a bright side... |
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