This is hard to swallow

One of my gutta percha brooches.

Well all said and done, the TV is broken. Now Big Daddy is on the rush to get a new TV and get it set up before he goes to China.

No Uber today and again no Lyft, but last week was okay. I had the airport run and a couple random rides. Sunday I tried the Lyft along with the Uber but I never got a ping. And I only do this a few hours a day so I am not expecting to drive every time I try.

I did not get to see Curly on the Skype this weekend, she was not feeling the love. But I got a great picture of her with a poster her mom made saying Happy Birthday and I love you. She just never smiles that I can see. Grumpy Grue. We made our reservations for Christmas, the Hilton. The special hotel is out of the way and the rating were all over the place. The other place was not Big Daddy's favorite. We will see. So all that is left is pet help and a rental car. Because the kids car still is not fixed from the air bag recall.

More to come with the TV drama.

2 down and 2 to go

As I have mentioned I collect Gutta Percha jewelry, sometimes known as Victorian mourning jewelry. This is my latest find and the second best I have seen in a while. I gave my mother the best one for Christmas one year. Don't think she cared for it. This is the only one I have set on a base, this one mother of pearl. I paid the most for this one, over 300 dollars. They are getting rarer and rarer. It has the original pin in the back so I can use my bulldog pins. Excellent.

Well, I had the regular pap and a biopsy today, need 2 more tests and pending results a D&C. I go back in 2 weeks. She said everything actually looks pretty good at this point, meaning I guess the C word. I am having moderate pain and not happy right now.

The doctor, female, did say she thought my hair color looked nice.

Gotta go make new appointments for these tests.

No good deed goes unpunished

I collect jewelry and one the types is gutta percha. It is commonly mourning jewelry from the Victorian era made of early resin. I read something recently that reminded me of a lovely gutta percha brooch I gave my mother for Christmas one year. This was before she became a born again Jew and stopped celebrating pagan holidays. Anyway I called to ask her if she had kept the brooch.

Well, she was not at home as she was running the kitchen for the bingo game in her neighborhood. Mr. RV answered the phone and wanted to talk so I listened for quite a while. No skin off my nose and he seemed to want to talk to someone new. Today is a big day for them, he is going into the hospital for a real crappy test so I said don't worry about me, tell mom to call me this weekend.

Mom called anyway. We chatted about the brooch, yes she has it. Then the line went dead. I did not think much about, it happens once in a while. There is something wrong and we never have figured out the problem. I locked up and went on to bed. Big Daddy was in Chicago so just me and Sammy home alone.

I awakened suddenly to a loud knocking on my front door. I am terrified, who is knocking on my door at 9 pm. I went into the living room and there is a man staring into my house, he is standing on the front porch. He sees me and then shines a flashlight onto his police badge. I have to go turn off the alarm and I opened the door to this nice policeman who knows my name (probably from last time) and he asks if I am okay. You see, my mother called the police to tell them my phone quit working and told them to come to my house and see if I am okay. Yep, mom called the cops.

I called my mom and explained to her about calling on my mobile phone if she was worried. For some reason she lost the number. Though it might not have mattered, remember when she called the land line and screamed to answer (thinking it was the cell phone) when she was lost in New Orleans?

At least the police did not break the glass out this time.

There is no read more, I hit that button wondering what it would do and I can't get rid of it.

Well, I feel stupid and a bit sore

I have been so careful with this cleaning, one section at a time, making progress slowly and surely,

Well, I cleaned and put the every day jewelry away, large plastic hardware type container with clear plastic pull out drawers and it fell on my face and dumped all the jewelry on the floor. This is some of what I gathered from the floor,

Another batch, bracelets

My grandmothers antique earrings

So far nothing broken and a few missing earrings, and no black eye.

The Gutta Percha I collect came through the disaster just fine. 

Now I have to put it away again, scary.