11/01 Direct Link
Rabbit, rabbit, baby. I remember to write it here but I never remember to make it the first thing I say on the first of the month. Never! I'm not superstitious, much. I wouldn't walk under a ladder, that's for sure. I don't like to talk about how many black cats have crossed my path. Oh well! This is not a superstitious written screed. I am not superstitious. Well, I can't help myself. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. I hope that things get better. This is just a mental exercise in writing. That's all there is to it!
11/02 Direct Link
I went to the dermatologist yesterday and I feel like I lost a battle. I knew it was going to be bad, but little did I know that he was going to gouge out a piece of my face. I have to go back for two more of those procedures! That's the price of living in south Florida. I have burned and peeled uncountable times. And "they" say two is the max. Really? I've had that in spades! Oh well, I'm lucky that I've not crisped like a piece of bacon. That's what HRS is always saying. Burn like bacon!
11/03 Direct Link
I had another entry eaten. I thought I was good. But once again, I have been foiled by my trusty Chromebook. It's a good thing. Because that entry was just quoted lyrics. I told about doing nothing the live long day and the next thing I was copying and pasting the lyrics to Dinah won't you blow your horn? I can't do this. I am going to do it but I can't. Do you know what I mean? It's just that I don't want to. That's the ticket. I should write a short story. Once upon a time and all.
11/04 Direct Link
It's just another day. That's the story and I'm sticking to it. I don't care that I'm sitting in my room doing nothing. I'm cleaning off my bed and the downstairs too. That's the ticket. I can get things done. I was going to go to the grocery store but HRS went. And he didn't even check in. I have this weird program called Swarm that allows me to check in. What am I getting in return? Nothing! I don't know what to expect. That's the ticket. It's okay. I have a lot of applications that I don't ever use!
11/05 Direct Link
I owe. I owe. It's off to work I go. I am going back to work today after having four days off. That's what happens when I take Thursday off since I don't work on Friday. I am making do with what I have. I get $1300 a month before taxes and $1355 from the government. If I could get it together, I would send that paper in to get another $200-ish a month. I'm such a dork. Why can't I get it together to send that? I should just lower my amount and let HRS get some after.
11/06 Direct Link
I thought I was only one day behind and it turned out that three days went by without me writing. Bad me! I'm writing now. What's today's theme for to-day? I know not. Misty, I am. I watched Sonny and Cher perform I Got You Babe on a Youtube from David Letterman. Wow, that was a blast from the past. It's amazing that you can find anything on the Internet. I love it. It's the best reference book. A lot of it has to be taken with a grain of salt because anyone can post anything, true or not!
11/07 Direct Link
I'm going through the motions. I don't know what happens to me, but every once in awhile, I get to the point where I just go through the motions. That's not living. It's like being dead in life. I don't like it one little bit. I have to shake things up. Shake it up! Whoo whoo! I just got a notification on my phone that it's my turn with Scrabble. Actually, they call it Words with Friends. I have a turn with Ricki. We're playing. So, I can go play, I'm a gonna finish writing these 100 words, exactly. Yeah.
11/08 Direct Link
It's a new day. Every day when I wake up, I have a moment of gratitude that I woke up. Thank goodness I'm still upright. Every day in a vertical position is a good thing. I think it's amazing that I was able to go to the bank yesterday and get back to work without anyone noticing that I was even gone. I come and go as I please. I am like a fixture in that place. This Sunday will be regular work day for me. I am committed to working five hours. I can do that. I know it.
11/09 Direct Link
I tried on two different occasions to donate through PayPal to this site and both times the email was returned. I wonder how much longer this place will exist. It's not cheap to run a website, but donations don't seem to be that important. Meanwhile, I continue to write here day after day. It's okay. The way of the crumbled cookie is fine. I will persevere. I just saw a commercial for Google Home Hub. It's already here! The future is now. Holly and I went to Seraphic Fire last night. We saved $35 each because of the Golden Passport!
11/10 Direct Link
What a day Saturday is. It's a day of total freedom. Too bad that HRS was unemployed for today so it was a day of being whipped by His Royal Smallness. We went to Costco to buy gas. That was a cock up of monumental proportions, but we got past it. Our next stop was Sally Beauty Supply. He actually agreed to go with to Whole Foods for lunch and got himself some hot lunch. I got some too. They were both just about $7. That's que cool. I guess when you get to be our age, you don't overdo.
11/11 Direct Link
We went to the ghetto farmer's market yesterday so we didn't have to go this morning. I had to get ready for the Kristallnacht observation this afternoon. I went to work at noon minus 15. I actually drove. It all worked out. I stayed until well after 1900, which was about four hours too long. It was so odd to be working on Sunday, but that's the way they do it in Israel. I didn't realize the weeks there run from Sunday through Thursday. The third hour is live from studio 6A in Rockefeller Plaza. Go Mr. Rockefeller. You rock!
11/12 Direct Link
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, but what a fucked up neighborhood. Won't you be my neighbor? That's a good one, eh? I have nothing to say. Wasn't that ideal? It's not a good day to write. I have nothing to say. Wasn't that a good deal? It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, but what a fucked up neighborhood. Won't you be my neighbor? That's a good one, eh? I have nothing to say. Wasn't that ideal? It's not a good day to write. I have nothing to say. Wasn't that a good deal? It's all going to.
11/13 Direct Link
I remember in high school, there was a Spanish teacher who taught us that Tuesday the 13th was an unlucky day in some countries. We couldn't imagine anyone thinking any other day than Friday the 13th could possibly have magical connotations. I am grasping at straws here. I need to find something to write about. What is there to write? I have 100 words, no more, no less. That's the way of the world. It's the way of the crumbled cookie. I just get up in the morning and go to work and come home and go to sleep. Boring!
11/14 Direct Link
Once upon a time, in the year 2018, there was a school shooting. It was on this day eight months ago. He ruined Valentine's Day. Can you imagine going to school on a day like Valentine's Day and getting all shot up? How many kids died that day? And the guy is walking free? I think not. Die, female dog. This is one of those cases I believe in the death penalty. Why should we pay to keep him alive for forever? He should die quickly. We offed Timothy McVeigh for that bombing in Oklahoma. He killed a lot more.
11/15 Direct Link
It's the middle of the month. That means there's only a month and a half left of 2018. What a year this has been! Is it too early to do a rehash of the year? Yes, because I'm not ready. I haven't looked back at the year's entries. Although they have little to do with life in the 21st century, they are a little dreaded challenge. I am going to write about the challenges of living in 2018. There are so many crazy people following the craziest president we have ever had. It makes for a crazy country. Not easy!
11/16 Direct Link
It's just another day. I got up early and did all my morning things super early and super quick because I had to be out the door at 0800 for an 0830 appointment. I was 10 minutes late due to traffic. Traffic is the bane of my existence! After my appointment, I tried to get to the Book Fair but the traffic was tremendous. I finally got a parking space and meandered through the fair. It was okay. Afterward I visited my niece who had just returned from Israel. That was unusual. And then I was back home in bed!
11/17 Direct Link
I love writing before the day actually begins. I can just write about whatever. It's a My Pillow kind of night. If I see that fuck head one more time with his gorram crucifix sticking out of his pressed so finely shirt. It's not worth it. I could write about how my dear darling friend made me completely montell williams because of one word I send in a text message to her son. He must have really gone off on her. She's a piece of work. Maybe now I can have her off my back for awhile! Time will tell.
11/18 Direct Link
New beginnings, like new pencils and notebooks, bring back childhood excitement. "Every Day is Day One" is harder to live than it sounds when you're all ''grown up." Waking up without a to-do list, without a grudge, without yesterday's stresses clanking their noisy chains all got lost somewhere in the mid-twenties. A spoonful of "now" and a capsule of "fun" with hot chocolate and a croissant, a fast walk with a dog and a weeding of the flower pots might jump start this grown-up funk-veiled day. Then again, what did morning moods used to feel like?
11/19 Direct Link
It's a three-day work week. I like that idea. I am back to sitting in the information room for the first hour of my five hours at that place. I sit there and usually no one comes in or if they do, they ask about the garden, which is closed on Monday. Oh, so sad. Sorry, not sorry. I also like when they ask what the admission is and I say it's by donation and they say, oh it's free. No, I said a donation. What the hell? Do people realize how offensive they are? I think they don't.
11/20 Direct Link
It's the 20th day of the month. In two more days, we celebrate Thanksgiving. I'm going to Publix tomorrow to get our fixings. We're celebrating by ourselves, just the three of us. That's clever! Meanwhile, back in the year one, when you belonged to no one. You didn't stand a chance, son. If your pants were undone. Cause you were bred, for humanity And sold to society. One day you'll wake up, in the present day. A million generations removed from expectations of being who you really want to be Skating away on the thin ice of the new day.
11/21 Direct Link
I decided that I want to write about being ordinary and making it through life. After all, I'm 66 and I have nothing to show for all my years. I have my memories. Memories may be beautiful and yet, what's too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget. I'm drinking coffee with oat milk and it seems to be the best choice so far. It's very creamy. It's similar to cashew milk. Cashews are very creamy. I have gone vegan. I prefer to use the term plant based because it doesn't sound so militant. No turkey this year please.
11/22 Direct Link
Well, it was 14 years ago today that Dear Old Mom left this world. Gosh, why do I miss her so much today? I guess cause it's Thanksgiving. What do I remember about this day? I remember that Mom used to make milk gravy filled with those disgusting things called giblets. I loved that shite! The good old days. I seem to remember the sweetness of the sweet potatoes that I didn't like even back then. I wasn't even a fan of the cranberry sauce. I think that sweets belong in desserts. I loved pumpkin pie. Happy thanksgiving all y'all!
11/23 Direct Link
What's the point of using passwords? It seems to me that they only need be changed when a site gets hacked and your information is compromised. Otherwise, I'm a fan of using a complicated password for all websites that require them. I once had a couple of simple passwords, but I combined them and made a complicated password that I use practically everywhere. I use a variation of that same password on other sites. That's all I have to say about passwords. I think they're pretty sad. What do I want to protect here? It's just a bunch of words!
11/24 Direct Link
I'm having a beauty day. It's the best kind where I don't have to do anything. I just want to get where I need to be. That's nowhere. This is nowhere. I promise that I won't get pregnant. Well, I'm a male so that's not a possibility. I am going to make no more babies. Just the one was enough. That kid is not passing on my genetic material at any cost. That's okay. The genetic line ends here. It's the same as having a girl. I guess that's the real reason that people reproduce. They want to carry on.
11/25 Direct Link
It's Sunday and I'm awfulizing over the work that I have to have done by December 12. Can I do that? Yes, I can! I am very good at awfulizing. It's my major! I haven't talked about having a major in decades. That's a hoot in a holler. Can you imagine that? I'm regressing. I'm writing these words before I wrote the big deal over at 750. That's okay. It's the way of the crumbled cookie. Can you dig it? Dig me now, plant me later. Or is it plant me now, dig me later? I can't remember. Oh well.
11/26 Direct Link
Monday is so good to me. That's what 'they' say. It's just as good as any other day. Monday is the beginning of the work week. I went to a meeting at the Federation today. I had it in my calendar but didn't realize it was today. I'm glad that I wear a uniform at work of a white shirt and black pants. No matter what the occasion, I look professional. I just wished that I didn't wear the oversized shirt. I was encouraged to talk and I said that our Facebook post of 40,000+ was over the top!
11/27 Direct Link
It's just another day, do do do do do. It's just another day. I'm singing the Paul McCartney song. It's a good one. One moment, I'm going to play it while I write! That's something that I have in common with Sir Paul. We both lost our wives early to cancer. Regina was just shy of her 21st birthday. It's so sad. Sometimes she feels so sad. Alone in her apartment she dwells till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell. I'm not in the mood. I'm in the mood to leave the next day. So sad!
11/28 Direct Link
It's amazing how quickly I can get behind in writing 100 words. Exactly 100 words. No more, no less. I would think it would be a breeze, but I have found that just not coming to this website on a daily basis is what is holding me back. I just have to incorporate this website into my daily routine. That's the ticket. I have to go now. Why? I have to get ready? These little ditties are written in between living life. I have to go live life. It's a beautiful life. That's what they say, right? "They" say it.
11/29 Direct Link
It's Thursday and I had two operations this morning on my skin cancers. One is on my forehead and the other is on my ear. I'm just starting to experience pain and it's been about seven hours since they cut me up. I'll go home from work and lie down for awhile. I'm just not feeling 100%. I need to relax and let myself just be free. It's the only way I'll ever make it out alive. It's all going to be okay. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. You know what I mean. That's all, folks. Go away.
11/30 Direct Link
It's the last day of the month. Then we will slip right through the month of December. It's like we slipped right to this date since the beginning of October. Isn't it like October 2nd? Already, with the jokes! I haven't the time for the pain. It's such a pain. You want I should inflict pain on the source of the retirement. I'm in no pain. I like my part time job and it's working. So far, so good. We are making ends meet, just barely. We have no reaction to our motivation for millions. It could happen. I'm patient.