A better day again. I am grateful. My pain has eased. My left knee always hurts even on the best day. Getting up to walk & my first few steps are sometimes a struggle. But once going it is ok. To the car & back.
I slept pretty good until early morning. THEN my weather alert radio had a mental breakdown. And I almost did. There was a strong storm in my county and the next. When the north end moved north my radio would siren and give the warning. And after each warning it would give the present weather stats. Took forever. Then a short time of calm until the south end of the storm would move south. And then the siren and stats again. Over & over. I sort of dozed. And through all that loud noise, we got nada here. I briefly heard a few hailstones. Very few. As usual. Lindsborg had rain and hail. Rather large hail.
JR & I went to Jalisco's for lunch. It was sort of steady busy. And then around noon the flood gates opened. We got the idea there were a couple of people waiting to sit. So we left. By the time we got up to pay, 2 had turned to almost 10. When we paid, another 5+ had entered. Not seen that many people waiting since before Covid. It was good!!! Just like old times!!
I tried to nap but no sleep. Odd. So I read or whatever. I worked on some genealogy and got caught up.
Watched 60 Minutes. A man bought a gorgeous plantation house. He was a black man & it just never occurred to him that there had been slaves there. Turns out his ancestors had been slaves on this plantation. By searching & asking for help he learned so much. There was a very old cabin in the trees that turned out where some of his ancestors had lived. His mother or grandmother remembers visiting family there. His slave ancestors never had names. They were given a number. How sad. And he asked where they were buried when they died. It was very near. In an area with trees there are stones set on each grave. No number or name. Large stone for an adult, tiny stone for a child or baby. But he was able to find his ancestors in a census right after slaves were freed. The slaves would take their owners last name. It was Miller. He found them. I had tears for the family.
Genealogy is important to me. Probably only me. I know that all those I learn about are a part of me. And I am part of them. Most of my family could not care about it all. That is ok. I get to know. I found a man I have done some work on before. He was a medical doctor who traveled around Plano Texas being a doctor. Who else knows? Probably no one. I try to share but have given up. Either no one cares or I get made fun of. Fine with me. I am who I am & will not apologise for me.
Our weather turned out ok today. In the 70s and fairly calm. Cool tonight I read.
Summer is truly here. Those god awful wood boring large bugs are back. Have to get them sprayed again. They have not been here for a couple of years. We had an awful heat wave and they left. I hate heat but if it gets rid of them, it would be worth it.
Nico is royally upset with me. I am comfortable and do not want to move until I am done blogging. He has tried everything to move me. I am still here. He hates the word NO.
I gave something to a friend & I have not got a thank you or I like it or whatever. I feel bad. There are days when I just cannot do anything right. One more gift is coming. Not sure how to deliver it. Whatever I decide will be wrong. Sheesh.
Photos are flowers & some very dark clouds this afternoon on the way home. There were not anything just cool to see.
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