Something Interesting

Sometime after Trump took office, I deleted my Facebook account because I could not help but repost ugly things about Trump, Musk, Bezos, and Zuckerberg. That was the responsible thing to do, as people you are friends with and/or follow may not share the same views and don't want to hear it repeatedly.  

I'm considering moving back into my own apartment, and I need to use Marketplace on Facebook to find some good deals.  Since I had deleted my account, I needed to open a totally new Facebook account. When I attempted to do this, I received some unusual messages stating that my previous account did not meet their standards. 

I knew I had never said anything out of line, except for expressing my political views, so I requested a review of the matter.  

I received a message today stating that I did not meet their standards and that I could not appeal again or open any new account.  

Well, excuse me ... 

Somehow, my life will go on just fine. 

Blood Pressure and my Nurse Assistant

 My Blood Sugar reading is fluctuating, so I decided to take my blood pressure as well. I took it five times, and every reading was significantly different.  I looked up why it would be different if I took it several times in a row, and I couldn't find a good reason.  

I remember both times I went to the hospital with extremely high blood sugar, my blood pressure was also exceptionally high.  None of my blood pressure readings today were in the normal range; they were slightly elevated, but still aggravating. 

Buddy heard all the beeping and buzzing from the blood pressure machine, so he came over to see what was going on.  Now, if I could just teach him to dial 911 in case of an emergency.  

Fingers crossed that Canada will elect a leader to stir up the rest of the world against the orange tyrant. 

More later ... 

Somethings you never forget even though they are not worth remembering

 

Admit it. You sang along.

A little this and that

"As we navigate this strange and anxious world, choosing joy becomes more than a personal act of resilience — it becomes a radical gesture of hope."

– ZACHARY KAI

I saw this quote online and saved it for the day I needed it.  Yesterday I had the blahs.  The day before, I had outright depression.  I don't know why for either.  Nothing particularly wrong except for the messy house I live in with J&M (and that does really get to me - childhood trauma - I had a messy Mother). 

Or it could be because I fell in the backyard and it occurred to me that I was entering the "Danger of Falling" era of my life. I told everybody it was a motorcycle accident.  That sounds less aged. Anyway, that's my story, and I'm sticking by it.  

So last night, I was surfing on Pinterest and saw a post asking, "Do you have empty notebooks lying around?" or something like that. I have always loved pretty notebooks. I was quite a note-maker and jotter-downer in the old days, and I still buy a pretty notebook when it jumps into my basket, but mostly, I don't use one except to record my sugar highs and lows.  

So that got me thinking. It's something I used to enjoy. Would I still enjoy it? Well, if you use Pinterest, you know that once you click on a subject, a thousand posts on that subject will start popping up. So I started a new board and started adding ideas to journal about.  

Somehow, I got to music lists. Of course, being 101 years old, I went back to the 70s, then the 60s, then feel good in the morning, and then dancing in the kitchen list. Ok. That was a good start, except I used the Spotify app on my phone, which is not a pretty notebook, and even though I only use it for sweepstakes, I started there. I have the free version of Spotify, so there is a commercial every other song, but I started two playlists: 70s Jams and Dancing in the Kitchen. 

If I continue to use it, I might try the paid version with no commercials. Like my new blog on entering contests, I tend to start off hot and heavy and then fade. But for now, I have free tools to use for journaling and music playlists, so we'll see.  

So I've jollied myself out of the blahs. 

Feeling Groovy...