Last Day of Black History Month 2022

This is your last day to learn something new for black History month.

My nephew transformed himself into Martin Luther King. 

Me? I read a book for Black History Month..

It took me 26 days to finish it. Exhausting. 

But I learned a lot.

I give it 3 out of 5 stars. I may talk about it later. Hmm. 

Happy Valentine's Day 2022!

Happy Valentine's Day to You! 

Valentine's Day 2022 is amongst us. It has been a good day. I had a doctor's appointment today. It went alright, but I am squeamish these days about sitting in a full waiting room. Sigh. But I was double masked with a cloth mask with inserts over a KN95. That is all I can do. 

I did a little Walmart shopping at a Walmart that pretty much forces you to check out your own grocery. I prefer to go to a real cashier, just to support their job. But oh well. I am getting use to that.

I came home and worked for awhile. Imagine my surprise looking out the window and seeing something moving slowly up the street...

The mounted police!

They are in the neighborhood, but I usually see them on the toney side of the neighborhood. Never on my street. And I think it is a good way to get out and interact with the people in the neighborhood. The quiet brothers across the street had a good convo and petted the horses. I wish my nephew Justin was here. He would have loved that.

I see the mounted police from time to time. I have ended up driving behind them as they mosey along. I want to holler, "Moooovvve!!", but I don't dare blow my horn. I am not getting into it with the police or horses.

The children love them. They sing Lil' Nas X's "Old Town Road" to the Horses. It is quite interesting. 

I left later on and went for a short walk. I did 2.50 miles today, which is a short walk for me.  Lately I have been walking 4 miles. Imagine that! 

My sister came over yesterday and we spent the better part of the day together. That is the best Valentine's Day present yet. I think we both needed some down time, and a little time together. We attended virtual church and we watched some TV. I was just happy to see my sister.

Let's hope that next Valentine's day this pandemic will be in the past.

Let's hope AND pray.

Happy 52nd Birthday to ME

Today is my birthday. 

And for days, you know what I've been wondering?

Who gets excited about Birthday #52?

I mean, the milestone birthdays, like Birthday #50 are all the rage.

But Birthday 52? 

No such fanfare. 

Anyway, I am happy for birthday #52. 

I did not know what to expect, but oh well... 

I am glad to be HERE. There are people who didn't even make it to age 52.

But I did. 

And I am looking for what my next chapter in life will bring. 

As for the question above, my response is that I will get excited by birthday #52.

Yes, Happy Birthday to ME. 

A Bit of Snow... And Three Lawn Bags

It snowed once in January in the ATL! 

I opened the storm door and took a picture. There was no way I was going out in the cold. No Sir. No Ma'am.

Those bags are my lawn leaf bags.

No, it wasn't worth going out and taking pictures. 

But what is interesting here is my bags of leaves. 

They have been out there since mid to late November.  And it's only three bags. I have a new lawn guy who makes the leaves disappear. These three bags are from when my old lawn man swindled me and didn't do the work. I think he is too old to do my lawn now, and that's cool, but that was wrong for him to take my money. Needless to say, that's over now. 

Back to the bags, though. They have been out there for a long time. I am not bothered by it because I have seen at least three different times on the news that there is a shortage of workers due to the pandemic. So the collection of regular trash is prioritized. They may pick up the recyclables here and there. But damn the lawn bags and trimmings. There simply not enough workers. 

Now if I had this many bags, I may be a bit miffed. 

BUT what really bothers me is my neighborhood app... Man, these gentrifiers are going CRAZY. They don't give a damn about workers being sick with covid, just come get these bags. I mean they are going off. 

But at the same time, this is also happening on the app:

"A squirrel fell out of a tree, what should I doooooo! I have to rebilatate it!"

"Oh, no! A possum is living on my porch! Poor thing, I want to help it! What should I dooooo!"

(And lo and behold, a picture of a possum in full attack mode, with ALL of its teeth is included)

Dogs and cats are lost...They coo and wail over these animals. 

But they get pissed about lawn bags not being collected?

Knock it off. 

I just want to comment in all caps, TAKE Y'ALL'S BEHINDS BACK TO THE SUBURBS!"

Inner city living is not for them. 

I'm just saying. 

But as for now, I will look out the window at my three bags of leaves. I know they will be gathered some day. 

Better yet I just hope and pray that the workers get past their bouts with covid .