Category: Ramblings

#1linerWeds.

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As I was organizing my clutter on Saturday, I found an empty envelope — the kind with the address window. It must’ve been included in a bill, but I pay my bills online. I do recycle the envelopes for making grocery lists, but this time I had “saved” it because of a line I jotted down.

As soon as I saw it, I knew it’d be my one line this week.

I have to give a little backstory, though. I have no idea if this is a line from a book I read, a TV show I watched, or something a person I knew once said. What strikes me as I read it now is my resurgence of something that brings me peace.

Drum roll, puhleese …

rat-a-tat-tat
rat-a-tat-tat

My car is my womb “Molly”

Now that the photo was snapped, the envelope went into the recycle bin.

I’m off the chain y’all.

The blue ink was my scribble from yesterday morning because I worked from home before my doctor’s appointment to complete month-end reports. The black ink is my original note. I googled it — ya know I did — but with unmentionable results, except to say I found no verifiable historical or literary source.

I LOVE to drive.

Road trips are my favorite. I will be doing more of that in the years to come. Pretty sure that is why I wrote the note.

I feel safe in my car.

I can blare the music and scream-sing along at the top of my lungs or just cruise and enjoy the views of this big, beautiful world. There is freedom on the road.

If I were stronger and braver, I’d want to travel by motorcycle. My nephew does that. Both actually. Two brothers who no longer speak. I had hoped their love of riding might reunite them, but that is not my story. Or maybe it’s a story for another day.

We road-tripped a bunch when I was a kid as it was cost-effective for such a big brood. I’d go directly to the way-way back of our 1974 Ford Country Squire station wagon and sleep.

It did not matter which route we took.

I slept.

I think I was somehow defending myself.

From what, I do not know.

I missed a lot by sleeping through those journeys, which is why I make up for it now.

I think I have rambled on enough for today.

See ya on the flip side.

10-4, good buddy.

As always, more to come.

Written for #1linerWeds. 6/3/26. Thanks Linda for hosting. The rules and pingback are here.

#1linerWednesday: Oldie but a Goodie

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I think it’s so cool that the same stores were/are in both the US and Canada. Woolworth’s was a popular spot with a soda fountain and everything. And even though it was the 1970s when I went there, it had a very 1950s vibe. You could get a burger, french fries and a malt shake. As a teen, I never felt more grown-up than when I was sitting there on a stool drinking a cup of coffee between my shift at Bresler’s ice cream parlor.

Oh my word I’m a Chatty Cathy this morning. That’s way more than one line. So let’s get to it shall we ?

Dirty Hoes Gardening Society: We Thrive Where Others Wilt.

Facebook ad for T-Shirts

That’s my club y’all.

I used to love wearing slogan T-shirts back in the day. Another McCreless Mall memory is of the shop where you could go in and pick your appliqué and then it would get ironed with this huge press onto a shirt. We did it for cheerleading and for baseball to be matchy matching.

I got shamed once for a shirt I wore and then I quit wearing slogan T-shirts. Never again!! Well, that’s not true because now I have a whole bunch of them again. I’m going to go back to my roots. I have never been a fashionista — T-shirts and shorts or leggings are when I feel most comfortable. And it’s comfort over style every day. My style comes from my sparkling personality anyways.

Wishing you all a wonderful Wednesday. Your mission should you choose to accept it is to go out and make people laugh. Come on y’all. I know you can do it. 🤣🤩💝

As always, more to come.

Written for One Liner Wednesday by Jilly McGillicuddy. The rules and pingback are here.

Tuesday Veggie Tales

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Back in the old days there was a cartoon called VeggieTales, but I don’t remember if it was Pony’s or Lulu’s generation. They are 9 1/2 years apart after all.

Anywho, these pictures pretty much caption themselves. I wasn’t going to use the real estate, and then I thought… why not?! I’m going to write a story about the Casa de Dub garden of 2026. So far, she is a keeper.

The haul from 5/11/26
Eight zucchini left
Cukes
Cherry Tomatoes
Love the convenience of a quick pickle 🤣

We’ve been having so much fun — it should be a sin.

Every evening we check the garden. Since the first harvest — zucchini patient zero — it’s become a daily ritual.

The tally:

12 zucchini — four already eaten.

Six cucumbers. Five from a few days ago, and one crooked one from Monday.

Those cukes were quick pickled last night.

Then three little yellow cherry tomatoes. No idea what variety — the marker blew away. We’ve had some strong weather. Not enough to do damage, but enough to make a difference.

My mind never really stops — even on a few hours of broken sleep after a hell of a day at work. And still… I am at peace.

I don’t know how I hit the fucking jackpot, but somehow I did.

I love my little life — the one I’ve created with B daddy. He’s all I need.

Happy Tuesday, y’all. Go spread some sunshine. Make people laugh till they cry and snot runs out of their noses and they can’t catch their breath.

That is your mission… should you choose to accept it 🤣

P.S. I’m using my tea towels, y’all. I wasn’t going to — I thought I might just look at them.

Ha. Not really.

They are my new favorite things.

Blame Shoebox from Hallmark

As always, more to come.

Another One in the Books

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I should refresh myself on A-to-Z protocol. It probably isn’t time to write this capstone. But here I am anyway. 🤣

I can’t see everything on my phone and I don’t wanna go on my desktop so I’ll segway into something different.

B is sitting here spooling a reel. And it’s making a noise that I thought was the washing machine and I’m like oh my gosh, it’s going to explode 🤯. But nope, not even related.

I had a lovely morning with Lulu Belle — a very quick breakfast and then back home. She was not up for much else. After I dropped her off, I was gonna go to the library 📚 or walking because the rain 🌧️ is done for now. And it is gorgeous outdoors. Bright sunshine 🌞 and temps in the low 60s.

Before I could decide, I got a text, “I know it’s spur the moment but what about a late ladies lunch?” And bingo ban-go group chat discourse commences. We are on for the 4:30 early bird special. I cannot wait to see my sistas. This week of blogging Friend called me, sista then Sis and I’ve been walking on cloud nine ever since. It’s the little things y’all. They mean so much. 💗

So I went straight home. Then, B and I made the list and grocery shopped today. He’s going fishing tomorrow morning hence the spooling that is going on right now. And he didn’t want me to have to do the store solo. I never tell him, but I prefer solo. I’m just grateful that he wants to be around me. And I will never say no when he offers to help. I’m doing my laundry as I type this. And then I’ll be ready to go out here shortly. 

I have a big week y’all. Monday 6:45 AM MRI of the lower back to assess where the injection will go. Tuesday, I’m on a liquid diet in prep for a Wednesday colonoscopy. This is a five-year follow up not a because I’m having problems, though it is the same Doctor who is watching my pancreatic cyst. which grew by the way.

Yes I will keep harping. And I do want to get someone else to confirm what she’s confirming and what the radiologist has confirmed actually two different radiologist wrote exactly almost exactly the same thing — rescan in a motherfucking year. I hate the waiting. I’m an impatient mofo. if waiting puts me in a position to then one day say well if we had done something sooner, I guess I’ll just have to accept it cause what the fuck else can I do?

And on that note, I am extremely happy as I’m preparing to die. Lol. I know that is not funny at all because there are people in various stages of care who are terminal. I do not take for granted any of what I have. I am grateful. 🥹

As always, more to come.

P.S. I washed my tea towels y’all. And now I don’t wanna use them. 🤣 it’s like saving the nice towels for guests. 

A Place To Put This: Temporary Pain Relief 😮‍💨

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This is just a spill. I’m feeling everything at once.

So I walk every morning. I have to. It’s my only real exercise. It helps the pain, helps my bones—which are already not great. I do my laps like I always do.

Then at lunch I do the same routine—eat, then walk another ten minutes. It’s supposed to help my A1C, digestion, all of it. I head out, drop my lunchbox in the car, take the stairs, keep moving. Today I had extra time, and I could feel my mind trying to turn on me again. So I didn’t go back to my desk.

My sixth sense is pinging. Electric.

Near the donkey bridge, there’s a table set up. Three familiar faces—people I know—promoting CPCU. I’ve had my designation for years, used to chair the membership committee. That’s a past life. I don’t volunteer anymore.

Jason is one of them. He sits near me and teaches the classes. He sees me, expecting a hello, like maybe I’m there for him.

I’m not.

And then I see Kim.

She used to work for me—back when having a virtual team was still a novelty. Her home base is Phoenix, and I’ve always had a soft spot for that group.

I wave like crazy. “Hello dear one,” I tell her.

“You get a hug,” she says.

And just like that, we’re in the service hallway hugging. A real one. Not polite. Not quick. The kind that makes people look twice. Reunited.

And for those twenty-something seconds, I didn’t hurt.

No gut pain, no back pain, no spine twisting on me. Just… peace.

The second she let go, it all came rushing back. Immediate. Sharp. Familiar.

So now I’m wondering—do I just go around hugging people all day? Because I’m willing to test the theory.

Or maybe Kim is a sorceress.

Honestly, I like that explanation best. She has always been more than someone I worked with. We connected. We still do, even though I haven’t seen her in years.

All I know is this: for one brief, unexpected moment, something let go.

And I noticed.

As always, more to come.

Medical Mystery Tour — The Search Continues

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Kicking off with a tune.

Beatles

I haven’t exactly put my care aside — I’ve been seeing Brownie regularly, doing what I need to for my A1c, going to physical therapy, all of it. I’m even going to a scoliosis clinic, which has been helpful… though I’ve seen three different providers so far. Maybe that’s just part of the process — trying a few before finding the right fit.

Anyway, after getting my results on Friday, something shifted. I’m energized again, back in the mindset of getting to the bottom of this medical mystery tour.

I finally sat down and really looked at the scans last night — plural. Two of them, with and without contrast, multiple views. I just kept scrolling and scrolling.

Bottom line? Same as last year: annual scans for three years, then every other year after that. I need to know when those three years start though! 

I’ve already arranged for a second doctor to read them, just to be sure. But in the meantime… I’m still in pain. A pain that pre-dates last year’s accidental finding of the cyst. 

Ouch. Ouch. Fucking ouch.

So here’s the plan: I’m going to see a Physical Medicine and Rehabilitation (PM&R) specialist — a physiatrist, not a psychiatrist. This pain is not in my head.

A physiatrist focuses on muscles, bones, arthritis, back pain — the whole system. They look at both the physical and emotional impact, which is exactly what I need.

I’m not looking for someone to just manage the pain.

I want a real diagnostic evaluation.

Feels good to be doing something. Not just watching. A year feels like forever when you’re in it, then blink …

Thanks to anyone who’s following along. I appreciate all the support I’m getting from the most unexpected places. ❣️❣️❣️❣️

As always, more to come.

The Place to Put This

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The following was written because I just don’t know what to do with my health anxiety. I have listened to every Song Lyric Sunday post to this point. Today everyone brought their A game — like they do every Sunday and damn did I need it.

It is a fist
no—
a wire pulled tight through me,
twisting,
tightening, refusing to let go.

Left side low—
a knot with teeth.
That is what it is.
That is what it feels like.

And somewhere in the background of this body,
there is another kind of waiting—
a small thing on a scan,
1 cm of uncertainty
told to be watched,
to be measured again in a year,
as if time itself is part of the treatment.

My back answers it—
echo pain,
a second place where the same message lands.

I try to outrun it with breath,
but breath catches—
snags—
like fabric on a nail.

Everything narrows
to this one bright, brutal point.
No past.
No after.
Just now,
just this.

And it isn’t silence that holds it—
it’s music.
Sunday again, doing what it always does,
arriving like it was already playing before I pressed play.

Lyrics slip in without permission,
threading themselves through thought,
as if the songs know the shape of what I can’t say cleanly.

I’m not just hearing it.
I’m inside it—
inside the timing,
inside the words,
inside the strange accuracy of sound that finds me exactly where I am.

I don’t know how it does that.
I only know it does.

If I could open myself
like a window
I would throw it out—
this sharp, relentless thing—
watch it shatter on pavement
and not look back.

Instead
I sit inside it,
name it,
shape it into words and music—
because sometimes sound is the only place it loosens,
even a little.

Even this much
is something.

As always, more to come.

Friday Free For All Fiesta Edition

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First, I need to start off with AC/DC Hells Bells. That was the final song I heard on my walk yesterday.

Hells Bells

Second, I’m about to hit the road to ATX. A.k.a. the Capitol a.k.a. where I kicked ass and took names winning my court case. I’m picking up JBR which means I’m already more invested than CA or DC. I want to commit fully to my maybe final event.

I’m jazzed like my mama. Apple tree. Somebody stop me.

Next, look at me having fun in my MRI waiting room.

STRIC
April 15, 2026

Fiesta started yesterday 4/16 with Night in Old San Antonio. Places around here are decorated for the biggest partaay of the year.

Back in the day, we went wild. Public intoxication was not only sanctioned, it was expected. Tipsy Tow got us home for free! The beer cup collection race was a real thing. I’m still 1/2 a beer Jill btw.

Now to lamb claim. Land the plane. No I’m not intoxicated already. I can’t drink on my meds. Talk to text is messing with me.

Anyway, I posted the above picture on Jackie Earle Haley‘s Facebook page because guess what?!?! he calls San Antonio home just like me. I’m not a crazy stalker. I promise, but I do love that he lives here in the Alamo City.

Who could forget Kelly Leak or Moocher? Though I will forget the character he played in that movie with Kate Winslet because it was just sick. I need to erase it from my memory completely. But it just shows what a good actor he is with an Oscar nomination.

I would really love to meet him in person one day. You know just hanging out at Nowhere Bookshop or wherever — maybe the blogess Jenny Lawson would be there too! It’s her place after all. Then in walks Tommy Lee Jones. Ha ha ha oh my gosh.

Alrighty. Bueno bye. All my LOVE. 

As always, more to come.

P.S. As I sit here right now and write this, I have not looked in the portal. As of this moment, I haven’t heard anything either. I’m going with no news is good news or why tell me when nothing can be done. Let me have my last few moments of peace. I feel queasy with nerves 😳🤒

What a Difference a Day Makes … or a Few Hours

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This was my morning.

This is now: If doing so doesn’t overly stress myself, I will rewrite this week’s A2Z – Monday to Saturday. I won’t be posting two a day with links back though, but I will be commenting to myself. Like talking to myself but as long as I know it’s me ala Dave Mustaine. Sweating Bullets !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will be just fine.

The link to “I will be just fine,” above is to my 2018 #SoCS. The commentor cjensen has not been active on WP since 2020. I wonder how he is, where he is, and if he even is. He was addicted, purposefully homeless, living on the streets of Canada. We had such a deep kinship even before I knew I was 1/2 Canadian (ha! inside joke, technically true, legally not so much). And no I do NOT think he is a lost relative. The dates simply do not line up. The kinship I speak of is the organic variety. Not homegrown through blood but grown through similarities that defy explanation.

While this is I for Interview, it also means I am fucking FINE.

Okay enough blabbering, it is tune time!

Is that not the best artwork ever?!?!

Y’all know me, I always have something to say. The gloves are off, not that I want a fight, because I don’t. I just want to be heard, accepted. I want what you said about forever ….

On a completely random aside, I bought a lamp for my desk in our family room. A big ass desk that I inherited from my sonshine. I resisted making it homey because I have too much stuff. And because I could escape into my home office and be alone if I did not make the desk usable. I decided I do not want to be alone. And in the spirit of being around my people, mainly just B and me, I have been sprucing up the place. I created a nest where I can come and write my little heart out. All it took was my new lamp, with pencil/pen holder and USB port. There is also a space for cell phone, my meds and Olive the Otter. See feature image – Olive was given to me by my coworker Debbie. Her brother got some really bad news recently, their family is reeling and still she thought about me.

As always, more to come.

A Place To Put This!

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Done with work and sitting with my heating pad. I’m scrolling around because I got time to kill. I need to make better use of my time — that’s the first thing that comes to mind. But anyway, this is not about that. I see where April 10 is National Siblings Day. And I remember now in hindsight how it was started by someone who lost their brother and sister tragically in separate accidents. And the creator used her sister‘s birthday to acknowledge her grief. Now that doesn’t mean it’s the only thing I’m thinking about — like there’s lots of stuff — exciting stuff about to happen— like Artemis is landing. I mean, how freaking cool is that? Rhetorical —because I mean come on — it goes without saying that the Artemis landing is flipping cool. Alrighty well my pain is off the charts and I’m not sure exactly what that’s all about. Anyway the heating pad is tamping it down a tad. I had a really good day at work. I was busy and I got stuff done. We had been in conference during the week so it was kind of a whirling dervish. I actually went out twice at night like the old days. I love being in community with my coworkers.

This is what stream looks like folks.

Lots of good memories on FB but I only shared one. A throwback picture of Pony and Lulu. Siblings separated by 9 1/2 years yet still very lucky to have each other. And even though they leave me out of their little communications, I know they’re texting daily and it makes my heart happy. 😊 what makes me sad is that everyone doesn’t have that. B is missing Dan and I’m missing Jim. And B doesn’t even have another option like I do. Still I don’t dare go first because — well because we know why. I am back to wanting what I can’t say out loud. No one is reading my mind. No one felt what I felt. 

Three years ago on this day, a certain someone, my Papa, was trying to FB message me a picture of my three siblings, but it wouldn’t go through because I was persona non grata and blocked by the original poster. Then through an alternative source, my sister, I got the picture. We acknowledged that while ours wasn’t a traditional relationship, traditional was boring and overrated. We claimed each other. And that lasted for a hot minute. April 10, 2023 to September 18, 2023. Now some three years later, there is a passive agreement to wish each other well and to live in a parallel universe. It is actually kind of cool because it’s like having a guardian angel, who’s really alive just living in the Pacific Northwest. and the actual guardian angel, my dearly departed she sister, Angie. Who I never knew but claim all the same is for sure watching over me as we approach April 23rd which is the passing of our mama and ‘oh my gosh’ I need to freaking find David. My brother through Cathy. That’s it. I’m texting Debbie.

I don’t recall exactly how it came up during our conference, but I was specifically asked so I answered, I am the youngest of eight. I am the second youngest of 12. I am the second oldest of five (that we know of) and I’m the oldest of three. I have to add the snark because I am convinced there are more out there —floating around — waiting to somehow find us. I think I’ve always been a wannabe quant and the odds are in our favor.

If you’ve made it to the bottom of this ramble and you have any clue WTF, I’m talking about hats off to you. You earn bonus points. And if you wonder why I’ve been escaping into music, now you know. My love to the world.

As always, more to come.

PS one of the articles I read said to post a picture if you thought the relationship should be recognized. And I almost did that like I seriously almost did that but I stopped myself because I feel like I’m alone in my belief that it should be recognized.

Cover of Both Sides Now