Sunday, March 26, 2023

Dizzy Draggy Dopey Sleepy

No, those are not names of dwarfs. Rather, it’s how I felt yesterday and today.

Though we are having a break from the rain (until Tuesday), experiencing near perfect weather, try as I have, I could not drag myself outside to enjoy it as an energy drain has me depleted, and so weak that I was out of breath and barely able to lift my feet on a trip to the dumpster and mailbox this afternoon.

To top it off, there was a sudden frantic knock knock knock knockety knock on the door along about 12:30.

Didn’t sound like the little stalker’s knock. Besides, she’d not been at my door for several glorious weeks — though I did have that nightmare last week that she had.

Inasmuch as Red Light — recovering from surgery, had a few days ago, texted me to come down to help her with medication and a blood pressure reading, what entered my head was frantic knocking because something had happened, so I opened the door, without checking to see who it was, and saw nothing/no one.

Then someone jumped out from an out of sight corner, right side of the door, and scared me.

Seriously.

I let out the "Ooooh" sound one makes when one is surprised in not a good way.

It was my Little Stalker.

That’s right folks, she’s baaaack.

At least she didn’t try to hug me this time, so I guess that’s progress. Instead, she wanted me to guess how old she is.

I saw on Facebook that she’d recently had her 6th birthday, but did not comment because of wanting to keep her attention off me so she’d forget I’m here.

She remembered anyway.

However, there’s hope yet as her GG Talker called shortly after the visit to tell me the stalker is moving next week with her mom and mom’s boyfriend to San Diego.

"Oh, that’s so sad" — lied I.

"YOU’LL really miss her" I went on to say — true, SHE (the Talker) will miss her. In fact, she said she’s crying already and can’t stop.

At any rate, it’s one more week until I no longer have to worry about knock knock knock on the door. So Happy Trails little girl. Don’t let the door hit ya.


Other than having no energy and the return of knock knock, it’s been another quiet week here on the complex.

So quiet and uneventful that I’m beginning to think I should be worried that something is brewing.

I do know that, though we did have Bingo this past Friday — I won game two, the future of bingo is kinda sorta up in the air for next month.

The two residents in charge — Red Light and the Baker are dealing with stuff.

Red Light had carpel tunnel surgery on her right shoulder, is now wearing a cast.

The Baker is in mourning. First, her best friend in the complex passed away (the Seer). Now she's having a tough time coming to terms with having to let Fancy go to sleep, her aged and ill dog that had been in pain for some time.

So, unless someone else steps in to help out next month, bingo is in limbo.

Thus far it’s been the story of Henny Penney — residents want to come to bingo after everything is set up, but no one wants to lug all the set-up materials down to the Community Room. All of sudden everyone has a "bad back", can't lift or roll stuff.

I myself am taking on no more than I already have — flyers, photos, resident's FB page. Besides, setting up would interfere with Friday’s pain cave schedule.

So, we’ll see how that goes.

Hopefully, I'll wake up tomorrow morning with the energy drain over, and sufficient energy to put in a decent workout.

18 comments:

  1. That’s a lot of sadness at one time for Baker. Hope you feel better quickly. I love kids but would not be pleased with Stalker jumping out to scare me. I hate that sort of thing. Not sorry she's moving to San Diego.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Terror in an adorable little package. Beware San Diego!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

    ReplyDelete
  3. Lots of things going on at the complex! And wow, those pink boots in your header -- are they yours or is that just a photo from the internet?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. My boots in my dream but, in real life a photo from iStock. I'm wanting to display a different photo of boots per holiday or season.

      Delete
  4. Those boots in your header are wowie zowie. I wonder if they're for sale somewhere? I'm sure they're on your 'wish list'. I laughed out loud about your thoughts on The Little Stalker moving to San Diego. I wish San Diego well!
    Hope your energy drain is transient. Those things come and go, I've found.
    Our circadian rhythms get out of whack.
    Paranormal John

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. "Circadian rhythm" ... interesting word. I had to look it up. "physical, mental, and behavioral changes that follow a 24-hour cycle. These natural processes respond primarily to light and dark and affect most living things". I do feel better today, so maybe it's the change in the weather being sunny one day, rain the next or could be delayed postpartum depression with family members wearing me down in their 50's rather than childhood, LOL.

      Delete
  5. "'Oh, that’s so sad' — lied I." LOL!
    I hope the dwarfness has left you.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Better today, but still a little dwarfish. I guess everyone has a down period sooner or later.

      Delete
  6. Keep lying like that, to spare the feelings of others, and my nose is going to start growing.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Those boots!!! Hope you feel peppier soon. Olivia

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'd look to see if they're available for purchase, but then where would I wear them as my line dancing days are long over.

      Delete
  8. Hope you start to feel better. At least you won't have to worry about stalker showing up soon.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. "At least you won't have to worry about stalker showing up soon" ... I've a week to go and, judging by what happened today Monday, a lot can happen in a week. Stay tuned, LOL.

      Delete
  9. I Hope that you are feeling better now? Not having the awkwardness of the Child Stalker will be a relief, it's hard to be blunt with Children, I think she truly likes you and doesn't realize she's become a Nuisance. A lot of time a small encouragement for a Child who is trying to latch on to someone they like can be all they need and they don't know how to moderate their presence yet. Well, some Adults don't know how to either. I'm sure her Grandma will miss her tho', so that part is Sad, it seems like they were close and she is a Cute Kid and just being Typically Six. As we Age it's not a bonus when they're just Great Kids since a little bit of any Child can go a long way and drain us. I'm glad most of our Grandkids are Grown now, and that our younger ones and Great-Grands live far away... a short visit would be nice, but daily contact might exhaust us at our Seasons of Life now. Any time I'm in Public and a Younger Child is screaming, crying or just being fussy or Too Much, I cringe... I just don't want to Deal with that anymore, even tho' I truly Love Children and most of them seem to like me even if and when I'm not fussing over them.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. And to think my mom was dead set on me becoming a teacher, where I'd be around children of all ages with no escape until retirement. I'd never have made it to live as long as I have, LOL. I do like children, think they're cute, enjoy being in their presence ... but in small doses, adults as well. Stalker used up her lifetime of doses in a short period of time.

      Delete
  10. Hope your body finds some energy. If it lasts, you should find a medical vampire to grab some blood and check labs. I HATE it when when people knock and run off, usually little kids or teenagers. That stalker is in for surprises if she keeps that up. Might need your heart checked too with that kind of door knock! Linda in Kansas

    ReplyDelete