At the End of the Evening

It's been a nice day. An errand day. Cold but sunny. The leaves are falling and it was close to freezing last night. So I had the tires rotated at Les Schwab. Got the oil changed. Hunted up my chains which were still in the way back of the van. Tomorrow I will take the hoses in and cover the faucets. Last November I picked all the crumbling window putty out of my front window and neglected to put it back on all summer. I was busy. But its getting chilly so I'd better get to it before its too cold to set up. I got a new lamp post in front and the dirt is still empty of the lavender I was going to plant there. When I came back from the grocery store I noticed that several tiny maples trees and a large amount of clover were trying to declare squatter's rights around the post. Where'd the summer go? Yard work. Looked in the paper for condo ads. Not quite ready for it yet though. Went to the pulmonologist who thought I needed a lot of guided exercise. There's a rehab center there that does pulmonary rehab. I went there a year and a half ago with great results but guess what...Medicare used to pay for it once a year and this year they changed that benefit; they pay for it once, period, in your lifetime, and I've already had mine. @%$^&&. And if Medicare won't pay the so-called medigap won't pay. I will figure something out. Still it's been a good day and all those Chilean miners are out of that hole in the ground. Seventy days, my life is not so bad.

So it's after 10PM and I watched the end of Gray's Anatomy while trying to change my blog page at the same time. I seem to have forgotten a few things. I finally remembered how to place a picture of the "Blue Cottage." I forgot to trim it to fit. Okay, trimmed, re-save. Now its portioned correctly but waaaaay too big, huge, takes up all the page. Re-sized it. Sure now I see the lettering is in white and disappears against the sky. @#$@% I should have taken a picture when it was cloudy. The spell checker thinks pulmonologist is an unknown word. Time to drag my favorite night attire out of the dryer and head for bed.