Hello all,

I'm just off work, on a bad computer keyboard that doesn't want to space...ugh!

Well, got more paperwork from the government to fill out--and, a threatening letter from the local hospital, over the $1000 plus bill from when they INSISTED on hospitalizing me, back in January--even tho' I told them I couldn't afford it...thank God I had checked myself out after a day, instead of staying several days like they wanted me to--can you imagine the bill THAT would have been?

Well, I was told today, but a cabbie, that I'm a "square." Now, there's a term I'd not heard in a while. Truth to tell, though, I am.

He'd asked me what I like to do for fun, and well, my answer...yeah, I confess. I'm dull. Nursing home residents have more fun than I do, ha-ha.

I went to the thrift store today, bought a used pair of ladies jeans, and a blouse for work, for a sum total of around $7. I just broke the zipper on one pair of jeans, and ripped the seat of another--some young people may think it cool to go 'round showing off their pants through their jeans, but..not me. I don't have loads of posh attire, so I thought a new blouse might jazz up a pair of slacks that I have--sort of make it into a new-ish outfit for the office.

Let's face it: I'm an old tomboy/treehugger/cowgirl/country girl/trancendentalist. In other words, I tend to dress, even in my late middle age, very butch. Well, not all that much, maybe, for Glens Falls or the Adirondacks/Vermont--but very butch for, say, Albany or New York City, or London, I suppose. I'm a jeans & flannel shirt/cowboy/shirt/tee shirt sort of person. Which is why no man ever looks at me--well, aside from the fact that I look like my babushka grannie, ha-ha.

I'm going for a haircut, tomorrow--first one in 9 months. I'm thinking layered shag/pageboy/with a trim around the ears. There's a Bo-Rick's--a cheap hair salon chain-- at the local K-Mart, so I thought I'd pop 'round there, in the late afternoon, and start looking less like a Shetland Pony, and more like a person. :)

Well, I seemed to have stirred something up with my last post, in regards to Dr Who.

I am a person who literally watching Dr Who nearly every day--when I'm not debilitated by my depression--sometimes I even watch it several times a day. So, it's not likely that I'd spend too much time critizeing something that I adore, ey?

I wasn't so much finding fault--tho' I can see where it might've sounded like that--as just expressing my observations and opinions. Truth is, the old series, was just as "British" as the new one--it just didn't stuff the dialog with so many specific cultural references, as it does, now. I DO NOT have a problem with that--in fact, I love learning more about the UK...who knows? Maybe someday I will get the pleasure of visiting or, even living there (in my dreams, ha-ha).

As to understanding what the actors are saying--I do have a problem with that--it's frustrating. It's not something I EVER had a problem with, with the old series...and my hearing is the same now, as it was then.

As to ginger beer...it's not sold here. Ginger ale, does taste gingery. But the difference is vast, yes. Ginger ale is soda pop, and very light and fizzy--and if made well, "dry." Americans are very big on soda pop---I grew up drinking Pepsi--the bottling plant was in our village, for years. (although, in my old age, I prefer Coke). And, we yanks drink our fizzy drinks often with ice, and always cold--soda, water and milk--the colder the better. Just a bit of cultural trivia, for you.

Well, I had to do some math today, in public, and got put down for my difficulty.

I've learned to work with my brain injury (resulting in dyspraxia and dyscalculia and bi-polar disorder), that's the one no one bothered to tell me I had, for some 35 years, until 2002. Still, it's incredibly frustrating. You've no idea.

The worst thing for me, is, the constant battle to learn and to remember. Oh, once I have the stuff down pat, have the confidence...heck, I can take on the world....without the confidence though...oh, I get so flustered and uptight and...ashamed. Very ashamed.

But, there's some things that' I'm incapable of learning...and also, it makes me sad, because it's such a big world out there...there's so much to learn and experience and see...and, the learning disability, is like a prison, that keeps so much of it, totally beyond my reach--I can see it, but, I can't (mentally) touch it. Makes me very sad, sometimes...and, lonely. Very lonely.

Most people don't get what it's like--not here, anyway. I'm afraid that any sort of mental or learning disability is taboo, in this part of the world. Even my own relatives...well, I won't go there. It's not important, any longer, when they thought/think about me...most of them are dead, anyway.

Well, I'm getting a bit maudlin, aren't I? None of that...have had too much of that, of late. Well, it's off home for me, to my leftover stew and my cats...and maybe, yeah, some Dr Who.

My neighbour across the hall, who lives in a tiny studio apartment, just had more relatives move in with him...they got evicted because of some sort of criminal activity. Grrreat. Noisy bunch, but they seem nice enough. (Why do the hillbillies all think that they have to shout constantly, to be understood?) But, the woman brought her black cat--a lovely little cat, mind....but, she keeps it in the hall, and it keeps coming into my apartment, every flipping time I open the door---which is thrilling my cats, as you can guess.

Today, I had a cab waiting, to take me to the laundromat--the meter running---and the blinking cat bolted inside, while I was wrestling my laundry bad through the door...and I spent the next 10 minutes, saying less-than-ladylike things, chasing the cat around my apartment, while trying to prevent a massive cat fight. :roll::##

Anyway, I'm off until Saturday. Hope you all have a nice weekend, and a happy Easter. Cheers, Nancy.