I joined Facebook a couple of weeks ago or a week ago, I can't remember specifically when I joined. My youngest brother sent me an invitation and so I joined. I set up part of my profile and accepted some Friends offers. I haven't gotten into the "Farmvil" (is that what the name is) and I doubt that I will.

In my profile, I indicated I was interested in men, but I didn't say I was looking for a relationship. I'm not sure whether I'm looking for relationship or not. My past relationships with men have been interesting (this is a nice name for them). Knowing what type of men I'm normally attracted to, I'm probably better off being single, unattached, and not looking for a relationship. I have to go back and finish my profile as soon as I decide on the items that I put "Still deciding".

I guess I should check my Facebook account before I go on to finish the writing I have to complete today. Maybe I can think of something to put in one of the profile items I haven't completed yet. I understand, from studies I've read about, that the average Facebook account holder updates her or his profile everyday. I guess I'm not average, which means I'm either above or below average. Right now I feel above average, but it's taken me half the day to push over the below average or average feeling.

 

Jamál (Beauty), 3 Ayyám-I-Há (Intercalary Days), 166 BE – Saturday, February 27, 2010 about 6:36 PM Pacific Time

I'm tired of winter. The cold or chilly days, the clouds hiding the beautiful blue sky. I'm not tired of the rain, but of the season. Minute by minutes, the days are growing longer sunset (when I can see it) occurs later in the day. I want spring. I want a warmer days. I want longer days.

Winter didn't seem as difficulty December or January, but February has been wearing. We didn't have that many more cloudy days this month then in January, so I'm not sure what the problem is and if I don't know the problem then I can't find a solution. Maybe I need a vacation.

I went to Food 4 Less Thursday to pick up a prescription for Oxybutynin. While I was waiting for my prescription the pharmacist was talking about her vacation. I smiled and said, "The closest thing I'll get to a vacation is picking up my prescriptions." If you think about it, that's really pathetic.

I am tired. I'm not physically tired and I'm not really sure if I'm mentally tired. I think it's just a feeling of hopelessness. Sometimes I think I've given up all together and just go through the day accepting the hopelessness of the situation. Part of the problem is the clouds hiding the sun, because on days I can see the sun I'm happier and more hopeful.

I'm tired of winter
Clouds hiding the sun and sky
I hope spring comes soon

 

Istiqlál (Independence), 1 Ayyám-I-Há (Intercalary Days), 166 BE – Friday, February 26, 2010 about 3:41 PM Pacific Time

This morning Mom and I went to the west side of Las Vegas, I took a list of her medications to Westfield Eye Center and then stopped at Fat Burger to get their large cheeseburger and onion rings. That was my gift to Mom for the first day of Ayyám-I-Há. That may be the only gift Mom gets for Ayyám-I-Há; I'm trying to think of something to give her tomorrow.

On Saturday morning, we have to pick up a couple of food boxes I ordered the beginning of the month. One of the boxes contains fruits and vegetables, while the other contains meat with other meal fixings. I forgot what was in the boxes and I didn't keep the flyer that listed their contents. I'll find out tomorrow what's in the boxes and then figure out a minute for the next two or three weeks.

Mom wants a wind up alarm clock, but I have an electric clock for her. I informed her several times of the electric clock and asked her to clean off her side stand so I can plug it into the electricity. Mom's forgotten I said anything about the electric clock, so I'll clean off the side stand tomorrow and plug the clock in as her gift for the second day of Ayyám-I-Há. It's a radio alarm clock, so Mom will probably be satisfied with it after I find a radio station she likes.




 

‘Idál (Justice), 18 Mulk (Dominion), 166 BE – Wednesday, February 24, 2010 about 7:00 AM Pacific Time

I'm in the "CYBER SIDE OF BLOG LIFE/ CLOSED"  group and after two seconds of meditation on the subject I decided to have a separate journal for those writings. The journal for that group is "Writing in Snow"  and I want to use it for stories, essays, etc. In addition, I am participating in the "Invalid Item"  challenge. The collection for that contest is "Poetry in Motion Poems" .

Since I don't sleep anyway, at least not a complete 8 hours; I may as well be doing something constructive besides cleaning house. I read an article about seniors not needing as much sleep as younger people, which explains why I can sleep more then 5 or 6 hours at a time. Actually, I think my sleep patterns consist of sleeping, waking up during the night, and then falling to sleep again.

I'm not sure precisely how long I sleep at a time, so I'm going to start checking the clock by my bed when I wake up. I'm not sure what wakes me up, It could be a noise, a dream, or my own weird sleep pattern. I know that drinking or not drinking coffee has little to do with the way I sleep. Therefore, it must be something else, but other then my personal sleep pattern I have no idea.

 

Fidál (Grace), 17 Mulk (Dominion), 166 BE – Tuesday, February 23, 2010 about 2:19 PM Pacific Time

The cats aren't happy with me because they've been eating wet food for the past few days. They like wet food, but they want it only once every couple of weeks. The rest of the time they want dry food. The issue is money, the dry food ran out before my big check hit the bank. I had enough wet food in the house for a couple of day, so that's what they got.

Saturday I sold 11 lbs. of soda cans and received $3.85. That was enough to pay for part of Mom's Alzheimer's meds, a thirty-day prescription costs $6.00. I had enough in the bank to pay for half the prescription. Then with the $0.85 plus the change I had in my purse I bought two can of cat food, which lasted a couple of days.

On Monday, $5.00 hit my account from PayPal, so that gave me enough to buy bread, peanut butter, and cat food. The cats want dry food and they will pester me until I get them a bag of dry food. Tomorrow Mom has an appointment with a doctor to consult about cataract surgery, Anyway, my check should be in the bank by then so I can get them dry cat food, which will make them happy. It will make me happy as well.

 

Kamál (Perfection), 16 Mulk (Dominion), 166 BE – Monday, February 22, 2010 about 11:23 AM Pacific Time

Someone once told me "The way Monday begins is the way the week will go." I don't know who it was, probably someone I worked with over the years. If that is true, then the last week in February 2010 should be interesting, to say the least.

Monday started out rainy, cloudy, wet, and chilly. The rain began sometime after midnight. I know this because I went to bed about midnight and it wasn't raining when I went to bed. I wake up, came into the living room and looked out the window. There was a puddle of water in my driveway and it was raining.

I opened the last can of cat food, fed the cats and put the rest into the fridge. By then it had stopped raining, so I took the empty can out to the garage and put it in the recyclable bin. Then I picked up my paper, which was dry because the delivery person put it in a plastic bag.

While I was outside, I opened my car door and a section of the seat on the driver's side was wet. The window was rolled up and the door was close. I think there may be an issue with stuff on the driver's side door that's supposed to prevent water getting into the car when the door is close. I'm going to have to start putting my car in the garage.

I came back in the house and got online. I checked my bank account and the money I transferred from PayPal hit my account today. It's enough to get a couple more cans of cat food, bread, and peanut butter. I still have a prescription I need to call in (for myself), but that's going to have to wait until Wednesday when my Social Security hits my bank account.



 

Jamál (Beauty), 15 Mulk (Dominion), 166 BE – Sunday, February 21, 2010 about 2:41 PM Pacific Time

I've known for some time now that I have obsessive compulsive issues (at least I think I do). I haven't actually been to a psychologist and I'm not sure I'm going to one in the near future. Of course, maybe an obsessive-compulsive issue isn't the problem. Maybe I should see a psychologist because I may not know problem is.

Anyway getting back to the subject of this post, I've decided that I need to do two things. First, I need to stop beating my head against my computer monitor (figuratively) when I'm stuck on a writing issue. Instead, I'm going to get up and do housework, i.e. sweep the floor or scrub the toilet, while my subconscious mind works on the problem Second, I have no idea what I was going to write here because I just encountered another brain fart.

This is the third brain fart in three week and I'm beginning to worry about myself. The first one concerned the select button on the remote for the TV we have satellite. I forgot that the select button is also the OK button. The last week I forgot that I needed to dial #55 on my phone to pick up my messages. In both cases I had to call customer service to find out what I needed to do.

I'm going to stop driving myself crazy by changing my routine and doing housework between writing sessions. If that doesn't work, then at the end of March I'll just ask my doctor for a referral to a psychologist.