Black Cat Sitting & Waiting

i WANT TO TAKE A POLL.  Try to follow my line of reasoning; if this is even possible. 

THE QUESTON:

In an emergency or just even a very stressful situation, however in this case one that involves medical “stuff” and being in an emergency room; do you think the peripheral people; THOSE NOT DIRECTLY INVOLVED AT THIS TIME, the family members…the ones that care…etc, should wait for the person who is dealing with the emergency to call them….OR….call the person who,( in my opinion based on experience is going out of their minds trying to cope)  and then ask them “What’s happening?”  OR “How’s it going?”

I vote that any call in a stressful situation without an answer to that problem makes that situation worse…AND I CITE; the last year I’ve been doing this intensely and the prior few years I was doing it too. 

“HE” votes that it is entirely acceptable to bother the caregiver because why not?  After all…INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW. 

I vote let me be for now and when I need you or want you or just have something to tell you; I’ll call…trust me!

The one or two that actually read this, I’m asking to weigh in…PLEASE!

I’m almost ready to consider I’m wrong but nothing makes an ER nurse , the one that has the very sore feet,  angrier than you getting a call. 

                             AND

nothing makes a stressed out person more stressed than to have to find the phone, leave the stressor, ask  forgiveness of those providers that probably have just shown up at this inopportune but exact moment; and then go outside to get a call from someone who says:

“So what’s happening?”

Remember: 

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o’er land and ocean without rest;

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Other Dayz Can Singz the Bluez Tooz

For the “poem” go to the bottom of the post.

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This is an unfortunate feature of my blog.  It exists and I’ve explained it to others in my life; one of which didn’t get it. 

To that other person, if I say “I didn’t post that” your response should be…”well how did that happen?…even though I explained it previously…NOT YES YOU DID”.  Who knows me better than me and any apology that includes the word “BUT” is not a sincere apology.  I know because I’m insincere most of the time…takes one to know one.  So in keeping with this ugly theme I’m going to post my newest poem.    

 She livez on beerz and ginz and those aren’t her only sinz.

She criez, she screamz, she rantz, she ravez; and in other ways she misbehavez.

The thinkz she’z justified because he makes her cry.

What she can’t grasp, what she won’t see,

iz the more she doez, the worze he be.

 

Take that So Cal Edison

I should have gone to work today….I really really should ‘f.

I could have gone to work today; you know I really could ‘f.

I didn’t go to work today, ‘though I worked for money somewhat,

but I didn’t go to work today;

so now I’m broke and not bespoke

and electricity will be shut ‘f.

 

sigh…….

Well if Blake can rhyme eye with symmetry, I can do this!   So there!

Sausage*Beer*Red Wine* (cheap) *& Me

I made the most delicious sausage last night…yah really me!

Now it was pork sausage so I’m sorry if I offend but really it just tastes so much better, I mean if you’re going to be bad…BE BAD…nobody really likes turkey sausage. Eat turkey or eat well but when you’re bad be bad!

(She sez as she’s limping toward 62, with luck, so take that with a grain of salt substitute)

I purchased just plain old store bought Italian Hot Sausage and cooked it in a pan with:

(Not necessarily in this order but I think so)

Salt, smidgeon of olive oil, and Tapatio’ hot sauce.

(oh that uncle rocks!)

After I rolled them often and they were brown…the sausage that is… I added beer covered them and let them simmer. After I took the lid off and the beer boiled down, I added some balsamic vinegar, some cheap red wine…more than some…a large dash of Lea & Perrins and a squeeze of lemon juice,

why the lemon juice I don’t actually know….been at the cheap red wine too much would be my guess.

Then I also cut up hunks of red bell pepper and added it to the pan/brew and cooked it all down to a marvelous reduction…a big gunky mess but oh so good. I “deglazed” the gunk with more beer, cooked that down to nut’n and then added this to a previously made pasta bake done by

“He Who Will Not Obey”

and

Umm Uumm Good

So There!

More of the Same ol’ “stuff”

 

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me

Oh give Me a Break! 

Words will ALWAYS Hurt ME! 

I believe in words

Words are what allow us to communicate without body language

Words augment body language….words are the basis for existing

Without words we really are nothing

In the beginning there was god?

AND GOD SAID

Words…..

BLAH BLAH BLAH

A one hour conversation every morning no matter to whom is hurtful

A need to keep calling back when “whom” isn’t there is hurtful

AND I QUOTE

“I know this hurts you but I’ll not disappoint her like every other man in her life”

Those words established priority and the fact that you consider yourself a man in her life –

THAT IS HURTFUL!

I never said I was really good with words only that I believe in them

Angry Birds or dru is “irked”

 

I’M REALLY really REALLY really really REALLY REALLY REALLY

IRKED

LIKE ARMY ANTS or ANGRY BIRDS

LIKE OLD PIT BULLS or MAURADING HERDS

 MY BPs HIGH

MY TOLERANCE LOW

MY ANKLE HURTS

SO DOES MY TOE

THERE IS THAT STABBING PAIN IN MY HEAD

I’M OVERWHELMED WITH A FEELING OF DREAD

 

AND THIS IS WHAT I WANT YOU TO KNOW

 

I’M really REALLY REAlly REALLY really really REALLY

IRKED!

(read angry)

 

Happy Birthday Blockhead!!!! from lucy to c.brown

 

Not the wind, not the flag; mind is moving

 

I’m soo soo TIRED!! I Need my Coffee…Happy Ground Hog Day…

I miss my coffee.    

I miss the smell of my coffee in the morning.

I miss the sound of the grinding beans waking me up and the smell that comes from that Germanic and decadent grind.

(Those Germans do make great coffee grinders)

 

I miss the burble (Ba Blup – Ba Blup) of the percolator as it takes its own sweet time brewing (YES I SAID BREWING NOT DRIPPING or PRESSING) that dark brown elixir that may or may not be good for me; depending on what I’m reading today. 

                                  

I miss reading the paper in the morning with my dark brown liquid that smelled SSOOoooo GOOD.  

(Hell I miss reading, I just gotz to get new glasses)

 Now don’t get me wrong, I still have coffee in the morning but it doesn’t smell to me like coffee should.  In fact it doesn’t smell at all.  It is no longer fresh beans roasted by “HE” and ground each day.  It is no longer perked for minutes at a time and kept warm until I unplug the great old Hamilton Beach percolator..even if it is two days later.. there is no longer that tantalizing aroma that speaks to me saying “Wake UP – Wake Up” it will be a good day because it is time for you to drink me.        

(Usually wasn’t a good day but it started well)

Now my coffee is made in a fabulously ingenious glass flask that allows you to place a paper filter in the mouth of the flask, place the, no longer freshly ground, grounds in that filter, and pour hot water on and through it.  It takes no time at all and is a wonderful way to make almost instant coffee that tastes like heaven, if you wish to sit immediately down and drink it.  It TASTES GREAT!!!  Don’t get me wrong but it is cold when I get around to it, I can’t lift the urn easily with my rotten hands, there is no smell that permeates the whole house, and so I miss my coffee.

 

I even sort of miss the second oldest way that my coffee has been made, “brewed” by way of a French Press but I wasn’t really very fond of that either….again no smell.  The grounds did however sit in the hot water a small while, instead of just letting the water  pass on through, and it did stay warmer just a little longer as there was a lid instead of a giant open mouth, and I could more easily pour it out, as it had a handle not just a neck.

 Now, don’t get me wrong, I could brew my own coffee my own old fashioned way, the way I did grind and brew it for years when on my own but I’M LAZY and not willing to go back to that by myself and “HE” likes, no may I say adores, it this way for so many understandable reasons, and “HE” is making it, not me, I’m just getting a free ride but….

…OCCASSIONALLY……I miss my coffee.  SIGH