so i don't feel missing.......

hey to you Lord. it's me, ole' bartering betty. 

always making deals.  if i want x i need to bring in the vacuum cleaner.  so tired Lord, the vacuum is here, but i can't do the work just yet.

the next day....confused.  thought it was almost five pm on saturday.  it's sunday, right now it's sunday all day.  it was 9:30 am ....bartering betty is not thinking straight and yet.......i think if i vacuum the bedroom i can have breakfast.  this takes three more episodes of Good Times.  to work up the stuff to get up.  c'mon your tummy is growling.......you can do it!

before vacuuming i have to plug it in and then i see my bed covers in great disarray.  so i dump the big pillows, then all the little pillows, then the blue blankie......but that vacuum is plugged in.  one step closer in the survival olympics of a cfs/fibro exister.

i grab two pillows and the blue blankie back up, lie down and take a nap.  for two hours.  did i feed rio?  YES.  what day is it?  sunday.  good, improvement.  i finally tidy the bed.......vacuum the carpeting.  sit back down and rest some more.  i can, i will, i'm gonna take care of me and my nest.  a can do thought process for sparrows now on today's shelves......don't give up birdbreath.

i decide the big vacuum is too much, so i change it out for the little one.  the hot pink lighter version.....grab a skillet and put some bacon in the pan.  eggs, toast.......the dishwasherneeds emptying.  ugh. 

but then i think last night i changed the cat litter......so i'm ahead somehow in this mental challenge.  why does it have to be so hard?  if i give up who will take care of me?  if i give up how long will it take before anyone realizes i'm lost at sea......metaphorically that is.  cause i'll be too tired to drive to a pond, a lake, an ocean......heck, i'm too tuckered to jump a puddle.  drama doesn't help, wiping your weary brow wastes at least two more spoons........so don't.  get back on track. 

i've forgotten the bacon.  oh no, luckily not long enough that it needed any thing more than turning.....vacuum that living room missy.  i did it.  park the vacuum in the kitchen and turn back to breakfast.  grab eggs, toast.......fill a water bottle, make more grape flavored water.  survey the interior of the dishwasher in silly hope that it's emptied it own dang self.  that would be a big fat no.......!

it is oddly bright outside for such an overcast day.  hard to explain really......it's as if the sun is just behind the haze trying hard to lighten things up.  i'm for you sun........the reality is that the lamp light hurts my eyes this last month or two, way more than normal.  as long as you're at this keyboard you don't feel alone......so take as long as you can take it.

i finally finished up in the kitchen.  made a nice cup of hot water.......i'm supposed to go to the national park on tuesday.  that means i have to pack tomorrow, i have to get a key to bruce.  debbie was supposed to clean last wednesday but she and her mate had the flu.  i haven't talked to her since that day........hope all are doing much better. 

breakfast was good.  rio just meowed a warm hello to y'all!  i finished Good Times and Bewitched.  the roku channel offered two seasons of each.......started watching i dream of jeannie.  i don't like it as much as i thought i would so i swithced over to a show hosted by Sarah Beeney.  filmed in England, it's about a potential buyer who comes to various areas of their beautiful country to buy......they have three owners who are given $1,000 pounds to do some sprucing.  i looked up what 100 pounds is equal to....it was $140 something and change.....as a rule of thumb.  the owners have one week to make things nicer and they all get to look at each other's home to view their competition.  it was interesting enough........

then i tuned in to a show called Fix It, Flip It, Flog It. another british offering about two guys who travel all over merry current england and pick two items each from a variety of sheds, barns and so forth and turn them into items for resale. 

still haven't looked up what flog it means, but i'm thinking it has something to do with grab the cash and run??? lol.  i'm learning some british slang.......like tut and manky and oh i forget.  gotta go, the mid trunk of my torso is screaming QUIT.

love going out into the universe.  thanks Lord for hanging in with me.....ol' bartering betty.  live from these southern united states.  xoxo