This was written a couple of days ago. When I was getting a cold. EldonOne and Jimbo find it amazing how when the weather is rainy, cloudy and rain humid, I’m congested. After the sun comes out, I’m fine. Unfortunately sometimes I can’t beat it, and the folowing was written under the influence of foggy skies and foggy chest. With the dreaded head cold next to come
I’m in a ninth inning slump. I hate baseball metaphors but it so describes how I feel.
Nobody has acknowledged my role in bringing rain to the South–it rained for the first two days I was ever here almost two years ago.
Despite the fire it’s been a rainy two years. It does dry out quickly even near the ocean and can feel almost desert like. However we’re having a rain spate–I was in New York when it was beautiful here–and it’s supposed to rain for the next ten days. I have many people praying for good weather when my cousin G gets here. It’s been a long time since we have spent any time together and I want her to have a great time.
My friends think I’m ignoring them and put me on notice last night that they will no longer call me. I have to initiate all contact. I tried explaining that my ears are stuffed and I did sound like a fog horn. The allergy turned into the dreaded cold and went into my nose which made me very happy as well these days you just don’t want lung issues especially if you were in Queens several weeks ago. LaGuardia Airport and a cab ride but I’m pretty sure that counts. I also took the train out to the Island one day.
So I called my friends this morning and they didn’t answer. I’m really not in the mood for games. Really all I want to do is get back into bed but the Eldon’s are finishing the mulching, the hardware for the outdoor shower and well they overload my trash cans making it impossible for me to take the trash neatly to the curb. They’re going to take it away in the trailer later today.
I do trash in large kitchen bags and then put them neatly in big trash bags in the adorable trash cans with wheels. This way I will never go over the 50 pound weight limit if you want your trash picked up by the city–part of the water company. Most people bring their trash to the dump or drive around looking for city owned bins and throw their trash into them. When I was new here I thought this was a city of hoarders who would get fed up and drive their trash to different locations. Now that I know what they’re doing I spent a pleasant move in weekend driving from one trash bin to another.
I know most people couldn’t care less about the above but I lived in apartments most of my life and this is new and kind of interesting and a bit less fun but….I have no idea what I was attempting to say. Head colds apparently affect my whole head and brain
It’s bike week which is a bust this year as Myrtle Beach, not North Myrtle, instituted helmet laws and some other things. Older bikers are staying in the house across from mine. Both male and female have long braids, kinda like Willie Nelson but unfortunately they’re not Willie. They ride trike bikes which are becoming increasingly common as bikers age and suffer damage to their knees. Apparently having good knees plays a large part in bike riding.
Obviously I’m learning a lot of new things. Just wish my friends were speaking to me. Feel as if I did something very wrong. That could be my cold as they make me feel guilty in general and specific