My Goodness!

Where do I begin?

Friday--my cousin came over and we drove up to the Holly Cemetery, where sister Susan and I had gone the week before.  Cousin wanted to take photos of the great grand parents graves and great greats.  We found them and a few I hadn't noticed the last time.

Then, on the way home, I took her to the little cemetery that I visited last Sunday where her great greats on her Dad's mother's side of the family are buried.  The ones I had done the genealogy search for.  I had such a fun time with her and realize...I really DO feel good when I have something like that going on in my life.

My friend Chris is in the November writing contest thingie--like the participants are to write 50,000 words in the month.  She had me do some Internet research on a couple of questions she had.  The rest of my time was spent with my nose in ancestry.com on the hunt for more names, dates and facts.  You know what?  Genealogy is NEVER finished!!  There is always another branch on the tree to look over.

When I was researching my Grandfather--just to make sure I had my dates and facts right, I came across a picture of him I had never seen.  He was quite young and very handsome.  On the bottom of the page was an email address for the person who had submitted it.  I contacted her--a distant cousin and she put me in contact with another distance cousin, so much of Saturday was taken up with sending pictures and stories through e-mails.  Fun.  Fun.  Fun.

Then I watched my precious MSU Spartans play the Ohio Buckeyes last night...and they lost.  Heartbroken?  Nope--I'm not really.  I had a feeling they were going to lose, so I wasn't really surprised.

Today, I received a Face Book message from one of my "borrowed" grandsons that he was playing in a Trombone concert tonight at the MSU School of Music and---IT WAS LIVE-STREAMED, so I could watch it on my computer!!!  What a treat!  The camera's took close-ups of the kids playing so I could see him as if I was right there in the audience!  Convenient.  I didn't have to drive up there in the dark to see him perform (which I could not have done) AND during intermission, sitting here, I cleaned up and dusted my desk.  LOL  I love the electronic age!

In between all my fun times, Dar came over Friday, Saturday and Sunday mornings!  EGAD!  
Every once in awhile, I think she comes over to check and make sure I am all right and almost said, "You don't have to come over everyday.  I'm fine." but then, silly me, I realize that it isn't about me one single bit.  It's ALL about her.

Her alcoholic, drug taking oldest daughter was in hospital with liver failure, but seems to be doing better.

Her alcoholic, drug addicted son, got evicted last week, but has since found a place to stay. She refused to let him stay with her, so he is sleeping in a room at the local Catholic rectory.  They are going to help him find a job and pay his rent for him.

Her other daughter, that reported her for child abuse and left and moved to Indiana, is now leaving her live-in boyfriend and of course wants to come back here and move in with Mom.  Dar isn't going to let that happen either, because her daughter's name is on the title of the house and Dar is afraid, that if the daughter comes back, she will argue and fight with her and if she (Dar) leaves, for her own safety (?), the daughter will change the locks and won't let her back in. 

Dar is now working the Meijer Gas Station--she hates it, but knows they put her there because they are "probably" training her for a management position. <sure they are>

and

"I just don't know what I'm going to do when I have to stay in the hospital."

"Why do you think you are going to be in hospital?"

"For my surgery."

"But...you haven't had your CAT scan or ultra sound.  You don't even know if you have to have surgery.  Besides, hernia surgery is done out-patient nowadays."

"Oh no.  It won't be for me.  I will react to every drug and anesthetic they give me!"

"Well...if you think you are, than you probably will,..even if you actually don't."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry about it now.   Wait until your tests are all done.  Than you will know what to do."

Pearl called me Saturday night at 8:00.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked.

"Watching the ballgame."

"Oh Brother!"

and she hung up on me.

So I called her back.

"Just because I have the ballgame on TV doesn't mean we can't talk on the phone.  What's up?"

"Merle is sleeping in his chair...as always...and I just wanted to ask you a question about how to find that game you told me about...on FaceBook."

"Can you go back to your computer?"

"I suppose.  Oh Lord, now I gotta get up outta my chair and walk all the way there...okay, I'm on my way. 

I hummed the final jeopardy song as she moaned and groaned back down her hallway.

"Okay--I'm in front of it.  Now what?"

"Go to FaceBook."

"Wait!  I gotta turn it on first!"

again, humming the final Jeopardy song....

"Okay--wait--what do I do?"

"Are you in FaceBook?"

"No."

"Well--get in Facebook.....now..."

"Oh my gosh.  My cousin sent me the cutest picture of a cat."

"Ah..do you want to go to the new game...or..."

"Okay.  What do I do?

"That line at the top...left top where you can put in a person's name and find their Timeline?  Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes!  Okay..I got my blinker on there...now what?"

"Type in Candy Crush Soda."

"Okay--wait a minute...I can't type very well."

"Take your time."

"Oh.  What do I do?"

"Click on where it says allow or play ...something like that."

"Oh.  No...this isn't the right one.  This is Candy Crush and I wanted the new one...."

"It sorta looks like Candy Crush, but it's different.  There are soda bottles that pop and there are little bears to rescue.  It's fun.  You'll like it."

"Okay."

and she hung up.

About half an hour later, I went back to use the bathroom, looked out my window and could see her silhouette in her bedroom in front of the computer, so, I guess she was enjoying the game.

Life is good!
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Have a good week.  I know I will!