WORRIED

I'm worried about Maria. She went to see the doctor yesterday. I hope she learned something or got something resolved. She has some minimal memory issues. She is beginning to lose balance. She is losing blood and they don't know where it is going or how it is getting out. Most likely she is just not producing enough. She also has begun itching so bad she can hardly stand it. I have called her and knocked on her door. I know she doesn't always carry her phone. She got a new one and doesn't like it and has trouble using it at times. So she turns it off and leaves it in her room. Why don't they make a simple phone for those of us who only want to make calls and get messages. What a strange thing to want a phone to do. No one here wants games, internet connection, to take photos, and definitely not to text. That's a mystery. Why would you type unknown abbreviations that have to be interpreted at the other end. The telegraph is gone, smoke signals are out and Mr. Bell gave us this wonderful invention that lets to talk to people in a completely different place. Yes, we like that it is wireless and we can carry it with us, even if we have to remember to charge it. But that's enough for most of us. We don't resent that others want every imaginable toy included and I might even join the band wagon when it starts my coffee before I get up. But we do resent paying for 150 options and "aps" (whatever they are) for things we do not and never will use. It's suppose to be a PHONE.

Back to Maria. I don't know if she is in her room sleeping, gone, or can't hear. A couple of others have made contact. I know she's around. It is 10:45 p.m. and I just got in and could see her apartment light on. It's too late to call, but I will try again tomorrow. I am praying for her. I am concerned.

I sat with the grandkids tonight. 4:30-10:30. Chris coaches soccer and was out of town with the team and Rhonda was at work. This may become a weekly event. Grace and Morgan were bouncing off the walls. I even fed them real food - nothing processed and they ate their vegetables. I can't blame it on the sugar, unless? No, mom would not hype them up on sugar just because I was coming over. Unthinkable! So why did I just think it? Nonsense.

Morgan was flinging around a steal bar he was using as a sword and nearly took my head off (well, not that close - a little exaggeration to keep up the interest). I got that put away and he was bouncing off the walls (exaggeration again to hold interest) when he flipped over the sofa, caught the portable heater with his foot and knocked it hard over on it's face (not exaggeration). It immediately stopped working. And that was a big deal as they heat with a pellet stove and were using the heater as the sole source of heat until they could get more pellets. They are presently out. I dinked around with that heater and it seemed to reset itself when I unplugged and then replugged it in the socket. However, it kept cutting out. Fortunately the house is well insulated and was holding the heat rather well, but unless Chris comes home with pellets it is going to be cold tomorrow. I'm glad I could run back to my little apartment. Why was I more interested in art and "creating" instead of following my dad and three brothers into learning to fix things. I know - I hated that stuff. And mow I pay the price.