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My arms tire. I just keep my chin up, then I can't look down.
Past my gray beard.(;)>>>>>
posted by
majroj
on September 23, 2004 at 10:14 PM
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maj, I'm thinking that the 'flap your arms' was the most helpful....
posted by
benzinha
on September 22, 2004 at 1:15 AM
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I'm trying to figure out what's "more than helpful"...
kind of like trying to figure out what "gruntled" is so you can recognize when you've become "disgruntled" I guess.
Maybe "inane" is the word I'm looking for....
posted by
majroj
on September 21, 2004 at 9:39 PM
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maj, your instructions are always more than helpful. Thanks......hugs
posted by
benzinha
on September 20, 2004 at 1:37 PM
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B, life's like the highwire and a Warner Brother's Cartoon...
don't look down,and keep flapping your arms as fast as you are able.
posted by
majroj
on September 20, 2004 at 12:25 PM
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beachbelle, I just didn't want to feel that you were living inside someone
else's library right from the start in the new house. Thought that you could do a power grab for certain spaces now while the grabbing is possible....
Everyday is like a blank old grey wooded, decrepit futon awaiting decoration, no? I fixed the wooden bar across the back used for positioning it, replaced it actually, then screwed all of the screws back in and replaced one plank right under my bottom area which had broken in its previous life. Feels like a new futon, just awating the final touch, surface joyfulness in color.
May we both have fun redoing our nests.
posted by
benzinha
on September 17, 2004 at 10:54 PM
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telynor, I just finished a two hour nap waiting for the Aleve to kick in.
I was in such agony that I could not find a position to sit nor recline in and just wrapped my arms around my crippled old dog and whimpered until I fell asleep. I just awoke and have stopped whimpering and can sit without pain, so I decided to go online and only move my ancient old fingers.
I know about rotten hips, I used to put my hip out of joint on one side while standing for long periods of time, waiting in line, etc. I could rest books, packages and children on my hip more easily that way. What an idiot! Paying for that stupidity now. How did you beat up your hip?
If I look at the day in any way but at its sunny side, I get depressed and that becomes dangerous in my life. So, in lieu of medications, I put on certain music, costumes and rose colored glasses to get through the day. Having faked this for so long, it is now my daily habit and it works for me. Glad that I can communicate that in my posts.
Thanks for reading me and don't forget to keep doing artwork, it's like walking with God, no?
posted by
benzinha
on September 17, 2004 at 10:49 PM
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no, majroj, thank You. I appreciate readers and friends, even though those
friends are only figments of my virtual world. You feel almost entirely real to me!!!
posted by
benzinha
on September 17, 2004 at 10:42 PM
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Benzinha
One or two rooms in my new house, in which I am yet to sleep, are almost perfect while others will be like your futon - works in progress.
posted by
beachbelle
on September 17, 2004 at 12:30 PM
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I always enjoy your entries. You have such a vibrant view of the world. I too am hobbling about today -- but up here along the Hudson, it's turning cold and damp, and my hip is paying me back for my misspent youth. And your granddaughter sounds like so much fun. You are truly blessed.
posted by
telynor
on September 17, 2004 at 12:07 PM
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Thanks! It is very good to have you to read again!
posted by
majroj
on September 17, 2004 at 7:59 AM
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what's happening again?? It happened before?
posted by
benzinha
on September 16, 2004 at 11:33 PM
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no, temple, no!!!
posted by
benzinha
on September 16, 2004 at 11:32 PM
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friarcito, mutual admiration society here. I love your writing about your
world. You take me there and make me stay awhile, like a travelogue.
I was always taught by English teacher Mom and journalist Dad to summarize or be insightful at the end of things, the lesson of the day, as it were, from the day experienced. Like a prayer at night at your bedside.
I found wonderful things coming under my mattress....secret delights for the few to find and appreciate in surprising places. Probably only grandchildren, but I do most things just for them in my days or for the dogs, but they won't be able to appreciate my multi-colored delights as they are color blind.
Gracias.
posted by
benzinha
on September 16, 2004 at 11:31 PM
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It's happening again!
I left you a comment, and it didn't show up. :(
posted by
Temple
on September 16, 2004 at 11:30 PM
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ca88andra, paint goes on sale and painting is the least expensive way to
colour your world away from its grey. I am about to paint my little t.v. fold up table and my large round children's fold up table and then it's onto my computer table, desk, chair and other matching pieces. I need much more colour in my life this year, need it terribly....join me!
posted by
benzinha
on September 16, 2004 at 11:26 PM
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"Life is good, even when its goodness
is hidden from our eyes under a mattress"
Phrases like this give your blogs their addictive spell.
Well, as they say, you either have it or you don't.
And you, Grandmammina, have it. 
posted by
Friar__Tuck
on September 16, 2004 at 10:58 PM
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benzinha, I wish I could see the colours of your world. Here everything is grey.
posted by
Ca88andra
on September 16, 2004 at 9:55 PM
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