Musings, Ramblings and maybe a Query or three

First things first.  Does anyone remember months ago when I was looking at very cool vintage glasses frames and trying to figure out which ones I might want to order?  Well, I am still in that holding pattern.  I have not been able to make my OCD with a side salad of Anal Retentiveness Self order something online without being able to try them on.  What if they don't fit?  What if they are too small?  Too big?  What if they are ugly as homemade sin?  That's the way my mind has been going.  So, I have done nothing.

Nothing except squint.  Squint and move my head up and down looking for just that "Sweet Spot" in my progressive lenses that makes things clear.  I look like an idiot squinting and bobbing my head slowly trying to make things out.  Or I look like a bird.  Birds move their heads a lot and and can look squinty.  What I am saying is that I can't see and I also look like a moron.

Yesterday I was driving around (yeah I know.  I should probably get my eyes checked and new lenses.) and I read this sign in passing "Trombones and Apartments".

I did a double-take and said wtf? in my head.  Trombones?  Apartments?  What kind of ad is that?  How does this make sense?  Then it dawned on me, it most decidedly did NOT say Trombones and Apartments.

It said "Townhomes and Apartments"

And this, people, is why they say eyewitnesses are the weakest kind of evidence to present in a trial.

Nextly, my Grandma who I have mentioned before, recently had her 92nd birthday.  And since that time has been in the hospital and now a minimum care facility to receive dialysis 3 times a week.  She is hoping to be released soon and do her dialysis on an out-patient basis.  Good news for Grandma!  But, they don't want to release her to go home alone.  So I will be going out to stay with her for a while.  It may be a week, it may be 2 weeks.  We don't really know yet.  Basically, what it means is if we see that she can still manage living in her apartment alone then it's all good, and I will come home sooner.  If she can't stay alone, then we will have to find her a nursing home type place that she can still get her dialysis at, and we will have to move her out of her place and pack up all her belongings and do something with them.  In addition to her apartment, she also has 2, count them 2, storage units she is paying on to house all of her lifetime collections.  So that's a lot of treasures to sort out and deal with.

I will be taking a spare laptop with me on this adventure with which to communicate what's happening to the rest of my family and to stay in touch with my internet and blog friends.  And also, I would like to impose on y'all and ask for some more prayers, positive thoughts, healing vibes or whatever you would like to do for my Grandma's recovery.  I appreciate all the well wishes and I know she does too.

Question:  Is it true that people who stutter only stutter when speaking but not singing?

Another Question:  About cats, is it true that when cats meow at us, that they only meow like that to people.  They never talk like that to each other?  I have read that and since then I have been watching my cats and it seems to hold true for my 4 boys.  They seem to communicate non-verbally with each other but they have specific voices when talking to us or chittering to the birds outside.  What do you know about this?

And one last query:  Did you know that Books on Tape Audio Books as they are now called since cassette tapes have gone the way of the Edsel, are flipping expensive?  I trotted down to Barnes & Noble to use a gift card I have been carrying around in my wallet for more than 2 years so that I could buy some books on tape.  That's where I found out that I am calling them by the wrong damn name.  Anyhoo, Audio Books - they don't have a very large selection of them in stock.  But I still perused the shelves carefully and spent a good 30 minutes choosing 3 very different ones.  I wanted to have a change from the same damn cds I have in my car since I am going to be driving out to Grandma's and back and will have plenty of time in the car to listen to all kinds of things.  So I made my selections and go to the checkout counter and hand the girl my $50 gift card and she rings them up and tells me I still owe her $42.  I was like "Really?  wtf?  these things are more than $30 EACH?"  Good Lord!

This is what happens when you quit shopping, you are so out of date with prices, that you are constantly walking around with sticker shock.  I hate that.  It makes me feel like I am Walter Brennan saying "Yeah, you whippersnappers, back in my day, back in aught-seven, we didn't have any of them fancy new-fangled Cee-Dee type machines".

"And we liked it that way!!"

Dag-nabbit.