Tuesday, May 19, 2020

The Whine List expands.

Good morning and a happy Thursday to one and all. It’s 4:30 a.m. and Sam is getting ready for his first walk of the day. He usually starts at the forest in south Mesquite — called Samuell Farm, believe it or not! — and communes with the moon and stars. He gets home just as the sun comes up. Typically he’d stop at Wal-Mart first to pick up a few necessities, but the store changed its hours after the COVID-19 hoo-hah kicked in so he waits a little later now to make his grocery run. (My appetite has been low this week. I ran out of applesauce.)

The map below denotes: 1) Howdygram headquarters; 2) Samuell Farm, Sam’s favorite location for morning walks; 3) our Wal-Mart Supercenter on the I-30 service road, where Sam always picks up our grocery orders; 4) the Wal-Mart Neighborhood Market that recently changed its hours; and 5) cattle ranches in Sunnyvale with authentic mooing. (Mooing is nice. Sam and I love a good moo.)



I’ve got a swell collection of free fonts for you tonight. Quite honestly, I don’t find too many fonts that I like any more. Only a year ago I averaged about 20 to 25 fonts several times every week … now I average about half that number, and only once a week. It’s possible that I’m just losing interest, because I’m losing interest in almost everything lately.

Well, here they are … 13 of them. I like the fact that two are layered fonts, because layered fonts are a lot more useful and offer more options. I think my favorites this time are “Smilen,” Nickelodean” and “Daffadowndilly, " which I can use for some terrific new mugs and greeting cards for The Howdygram Store. As always, I’ll include download links after the graphic. Enjoy!




There are a number of health issues plaguing me right now so I thought it might be helpful to illucidate them for y’all.

THE DECLINING WOMAN. According to my hospice’s nurse practitioner, I have all the signs of another major “decline” going on while I continue to battle two serious bacterial infections … cellulitis and a nasty, years-long urinary tract infection. As a result I’ve been sleeping 14 to 16 hours at a time, and my hospice R.N. and nurse practitioner both say I shouldn’t expect to live more than six months. Sam thinks it will be less than that. (I agree with Sam.) I also continue to fight chronic pain (burning urinary tract spasms and leg/knee pain) but have good control with my prescription meds. All I can do now is wait ...

MY VOICE HAS DISAPPEARED. I sound terrible, like a 90-year-old coot with throat cancer. The most appropriate descriptive vocabulary words du jour would be “raspy,” “shitty” and “squeaky.”

NO APPETITE. I only eat applesauce, Greek olives and sugar-free lemonade. Every once in a while there’s also an occasional Glucerna shake for diabetic senior citizens or a bowl of Maruchan Spicy Shrimp Ramen Noodle Soup. Every couple of days Sam and I enjoy those insanely delicious Boom Boom Shrimp. (Oh my God. Wow.)

I CANT HEAR ANYTHING. I’ve always been rather hard of hearing, but now that my oxygen concentrator has been increased from “6” to “7” liters I’m almost stone deaf. The strength of the oxygen rushing through my cannula is like a couple of category five hurrcanes. Sam says he can even hear the “rushing” sound across the room.

TREMORS. Saving the most annoying for last, I’ve got tremors in both hands and all my fingers, making it damn near impossible to type Howdygram posts or keep my hand on the mouse. The frustration is #10 on the Can You Guess What’s Pissing Me Off Today scale.



I’ve got a million more articles I could add to this post, such as my latest Amazon Fresh order and two dead celebrities … but for once I’ll make an intelligent decision to hold them for my next post.

Thank you for reading this, and I hope you’ll have a very pleasant Tuesday. Shalom!

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