OF HEAVEN, HELL, AND WALMART BAGS

Oneta 84

I can’t read so I will write.  Let me explain.  I’ve been to the ophthalmologist and my eyes are still too diluted to read much.  Since my eyes don’t work well, I will see what my brain and fingers can produce.

I am way far behind on my e-mail.  I like reading your posts so I will get around to most of them at some time.  I’m tardy.  Go with me to yesterday afternoon and check out some of the things I have put before reading notification e-mail.

  1.  I, on the spur of the moment, hopped in the car yesterday afternoon and went to see my greats.  I strung beads (since I was not able to understand the direction of string bracelet making). I otherwise played while mom made dinner.  Then she joined in a round of Rumicube while the meatloaf cooked.  Then the timing was just right for her to send some of it home with me.  Wasn’t that a neat coincidence?  (e-mails await)

  2. I came home to find that my sister was on her way to spend the evening and stay the night.  What luck!  I had dinner all packed in the sack so we were able to eat it right away giving time to play games again with sister and daughter-in-law.  Oh what a pleasure.  (e-mails await)

  3. Bedtime called for a bit of down time – you know, relax and unwind from that game playing and eating.  So thirty minutes of book reading and Sudoku.  (e-mails await)

  4. 7:00  Get up time.  Have an appt with ophthalmologist at 9:30.  (e-mails await)

  5. This somewhat crotchety woman arrives near time.  Would have been on time except the route I was taking had a road closed, likely because of flooding or damage from flooding.  Everybody was nice so I didn’t remain crotchety.  Wasn’t thinking about e-mails at all.

  6. Fiddle my thumbs time.  Eye drops, read this, eye drops, now can you read this, eye drops, follow my finger tip, fiddle my thumbs, change rooms, eye drops, read this, change rooms, eye drops, read this. fiddle my thumbs, oh, a nap would be nice, WOW, see the doctor!

  7. That went well. Shortly he delivers me to make appointments, one in June, other in July.  Amazing and friendly girl who did the scheduling.  Showed me a bit about my phone since I got  a call while in there.  Friendly and sweet, but why amazing?  She could do something I’ve never seen done before.  Typed with two-inch finger nails. Exaggerating only slightly.  But she could do it.  She used finger tips sometimes, but she used the tip of the nails on the right side bottom row and numbers.  I’m sure she will not be offended at my mentioning this on cyberspace.  Since I am in awe at her achievement.  (Blogging far from my mind.)

  8. About to leave but had to stop to put shades in my glasses.  Friendly girls. Did one make a mistake and ask what I was going to do today?  Maybe not but I told them.  Blog.  “What do you blog about,” Lynn asked.  “Oh, everything,” I say, “Heaven, Hell and Walmart Bags.” (No I really said, “Abortion, hell and Walmart Bags,” but that doesn’t have the same effect as “Heaven Hell and Walmart Bags” which I wanted to use for a title for this.  So a slight editorial change.  And I added, “What is your name?” she answered “Lynn” so here I am saying, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Lynn.  You work with some very nice people.”  You all made my morning as pleasant as possible under the circumstances.  The circumstances being the reason my e-mails wait.  😀

  9. Is it nap time yet?

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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14 Responses to OF HEAVEN, HELL, AND WALMART BAGS

  1. You are precious! I just love reading your blogs and am so happy you decided to write, rather than read. God bless!

  2. atimetoshare.me says:

    I love you Oneta. You have an amazing outlook on life and you’re funny too.

  3. LOLOL Oneta. This one made me laugh. The days just kind of fly by and you suddenly realize a post should get written or other person’s blogs should be read and commented on. I totally get this post! I am glad you had fun while your emails waited!

    • oneta hayes says:

      Um huh. So right, here I land at 11:06 tonight. Well, I made it. I’m here. Thanks for your comment. I get my fix, then I think “What do I have to do tomorrow?” We’ll see. Thanks for checking on me. 😀

  4. Dawn Marie says:

    You are cute as a button!

  5. Faye says:

    You are a special addition to my life. I enjoy your humour and blogs are always mind expansive. Thank you again.

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