Did you watch the 60 Minutes segment with Anderson Cooper and whatever that woman's name is? I can't remember...did 60 Minutes do an interview with Monica Lewinsky back in the day? Not while Clinton was in office, I don't suppose.
What a fiasco. All up in arms about what a man did 11 years ago. So...Trump is a pig or was a pig, or possibly will always be a pig. Powerful men attract women. The men with their huge egos, are enamored by the attention. At least he hasn't had any dalliances while he is President--that we know of.
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I've been watching the Kennedy documentary on CNN every Sunday night at 9:00. I am surprised how open CNN has been about this family. So far they haven't mentioned anything about the many affairs or sexual encounters President Kennedy had before and during his time in office, but when his life in the White House is all laid out, in chronological order, he was a very ineffective President. He told brother Bobby, "If I don't have sex at least once a day, I get terrible headaches." So it was up to Bobby to build JFK a nice harem.
His first year in office was a fiasco. The Bay of Pigs incident, the whole Civil Rights movement that he didn't want to get involved in. If it hadn't been for his brother Bobby, advising him on every move, and Daddy on the sidelines helping him and Jackie charming everyone, and his doctor injecting him with a cocktail of drugs every day, this man wouldn't have known how to pardon the Thanksgiving Turkey. Yet the American people were duped into thinking he was some kind of Saint.
At least he didn't kill any of them like brother, Teddy.
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How far back do you want to go with President's having dalliances with women, other than their wives?
FDR died in the arms of his mistress in Warm Springs, Georgia, while his wife Eleanor was in New York, sleeping with her woman friend.
Eisenhower? Kay Summersby, his British driver and mistress while he served in WWII. At least that affair ended when he returned to the States.
Kennedy gets the Blue Ribbon for Man Whore in Office, but LBJ wasn't far behind and had his fair share--before and while in office.
Clinton? Oh my Gosh!! He had them before--$850,000.00 paid to Paula Jones to keep her mouth shut. Even when he and Monica were shown in vivid color to the entire world and he lied about all of it, most of my Democratic friends laughed, "Oh, he's just a playboy." He had many affairs before and while in office and according to the Secret Service, he still has a "Special Lady" that lives a couple of miles away from his New York home. While Hillary is on tour, the SS drives up the road and brings the Special Lady for a visit with Billie Boy.
Obama? Never! Probably not because he hasn't had the chance, but he knows darn well that if he played, Michelle would beat his wimpy body within an inch of his life! She's got all the muscle in that family.
So now we have this doo-dah. At least he isn't diddling
while he is in office. So why the big uproar now?
Monday, March 26, 2018
Friday, March 23, 2018
Shangri la is just around the corner
Yesterday, I trucked up to Walmart to pick up my prescription and about $50.00 worth of food. Nice and sunny day, it felt too warm and humid in Walmart. Another lady behind me in line was complaining about it too.
On my way home, I went to the facility where Pearl is getting rehab. This is a fairly new facility. I know it wasn't there 6 years ago when I had my last hip surgery, or I would have gone.
What a place!!! The rooms are large and private. Don't have a room mate that has to sleep with the TV on all night, like I did at my last rehab place and said her Rosary, quite loudly, every morning at 6:00am!.
They have a spa, where you can get a hair cut, manicure/pedicure, massage. There is a game room and of course the "gym" as they call it where the residents go for PT. A big beautiful dining room, overlooking the woods and pond, and a snack bar where you can get Starbucks, ice cream and anything you'd want. Social room with fireplace, piano, Bingo machine, and giant TV, library and a room where the nearby Humane Society brings animals for the resident to interact with.
Now--that is quite a place for patients that would only be there 2-3 weeks!
I thought this was also an assisted living/nursing home, but when I inquired...Nope--just rehab. For people after joint replacement surgeries, strokes/heart attacks. Weak people, like Pearl.
So now, I'm wondering if my knees need replacing. Any excuse to spend a week there in what appears to be a luxury resort setting.
Pearl's PT right now, consists of her sitting in a wheel chair and pulling herself by her feet up and down the hallway. She will be progressing to the exercise bike next week, to work her arms and legs. I am hoping somewhere along the way, they put her on the leg weight machine--where you lay on your back and push a weighted plate up with your legs.
I was there about an hour and left, It was a very long walk back to my car and my back was screaming. Finally I fell into the car seat only to realize...I had left my purse in Pearl's room!!! All the way back in and out again. This time I did stop by a sunny window with a view and just sit for a few minutes to rest my back.
Pearl had mentioned I could walk up to visit--as this place is only about 1 1/2 mile away. I told her, "I'll meet you half-way."
My back is much worse than it was last summer and fall. I am going to have to get determined to get out and walk. My back does not bother me in the store--with the cart to push in front of me, so...I am thinking of searching the shed, for the fancy walker, with brakes and seat that Fred got from Medicare and just swallow my pride and use that to walk up and down the street out in front.
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So today, back to Walmart. My cats refuse to eat the last kind of dry cat food I got for them. Spoiled brats! So I got another bag of the kind they like, plus some Coseqin for Buddy's arthritic hips. I went through the self checkout this time. It was fun...like playing store.
More basketball games to enjoy tonight. I was simply amazed how Michigan beat Texas A&M last night. They weren't supposed to! I am NOT a Michigan fan, but a kid I know plays in their PEP band and he is having a ball traveling all over to these tourneys, so I hope they continue to win. Just for him. LOL
Tonight I am rooting for Purdue. We gotta keep the B1G Ten teams in there.
On my way home, I went to the facility where Pearl is getting rehab. This is a fairly new facility. I know it wasn't there 6 years ago when I had my last hip surgery, or I would have gone.
What a place!!! The rooms are large and private. Don't have a room mate that has to sleep with the TV on all night, like I did at my last rehab place and said her Rosary, quite loudly, every morning at 6:00am!.
They have a spa, where you can get a hair cut, manicure/pedicure, massage. There is a game room and of course the "gym" as they call it where the residents go for PT. A big beautiful dining room, overlooking the woods and pond, and a snack bar where you can get Starbucks, ice cream and anything you'd want. Social room with fireplace, piano, Bingo machine, and giant TV, library and a room where the nearby Humane Society brings animals for the resident to interact with.
Now--that is quite a place for patients that would only be there 2-3 weeks!
I thought this was also an assisted living/nursing home, but when I inquired...Nope--just rehab. For people after joint replacement surgeries, strokes/heart attacks. Weak people, like Pearl.
So now, I'm wondering if my knees need replacing. Any excuse to spend a week there in what appears to be a luxury resort setting.
Pearl's PT right now, consists of her sitting in a wheel chair and pulling herself by her feet up and down the hallway. She will be progressing to the exercise bike next week, to work her arms and legs. I am hoping somewhere along the way, they put her on the leg weight machine--where you lay on your back and push a weighted plate up with your legs.
I was there about an hour and left, It was a very long walk back to my car and my back was screaming. Finally I fell into the car seat only to realize...I had left my purse in Pearl's room!!! All the way back in and out again. This time I did stop by a sunny window with a view and just sit for a few minutes to rest my back.
Pearl had mentioned I could walk up to visit--as this place is only about 1 1/2 mile away. I told her, "I'll meet you half-way."
My back is much worse than it was last summer and fall. I am going to have to get determined to get out and walk. My back does not bother me in the store--with the cart to push in front of me, so...I am thinking of searching the shed, for the fancy walker, with brakes and seat that Fred got from Medicare and just swallow my pride and use that to walk up and down the street out in front.
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So today, back to Walmart. My cats refuse to eat the last kind of dry cat food I got for them. Spoiled brats! So I got another bag of the kind they like, plus some Coseqin for Buddy's arthritic hips. I went through the self checkout this time. It was fun...like playing store.
More basketball games to enjoy tonight. I was simply amazed how Michigan beat Texas A&M last night. They weren't supposed to! I am NOT a Michigan fan, but a kid I know plays in their PEP band and he is having a ball traveling all over to these tourneys, so I hope they continue to win. Just for him. LOL
Tonight I am rooting for Purdue. We gotta keep the B1G Ten teams in there.
Thursday, March 22, 2018
Thanks for the nice comments, but I am not that good a neighbor! I was feeling bored and it was sunny out and I decided I needed a walk. I didn't get very far when my back started aching (a signal that I need to walk more) and I saw Merle, so it was a good excuse to stop and talk to him and then head back home and stop at Dar's to rest my back and then Jackie's to drop off a plastic container.
See--not really a visit to check on my neighbor's. Don't give me credit I don't deserve. LOL
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The book binding machine at the print shop has been broken for a week!!! I had two finished genealogies I wanted to mail out! Yes, I could have taken them to Staples and had them bound, but this little print shop is just up the road and is a local business, so.............
A lady from there called me yesterday morning. The punch/coil machine was back in the store, good as new. I waited until 2:00, because you know I have to wait until after my Soap and make all my appointments after 2:00. Actually, my mind and body don't really work well before noon!
One genealogy was well over 100 pages, the other one around 50. She asked me if I wanted to wait, that she would bind them right then. So I did.
Got home, wrapped the books, put them in the Priority Mail boxes, weighed them, inserted the invoices and a letter to my client, printed out the postage labels, arranged for a pick-up by my mail lady.
Then I put my hands on each box, said a prayer of blessing over each one and sat them by my front door. Yes--you will think it's weird--that I pray over the books before they travel to their people. But ya know--I just ask God to bless the person/family that will receive the book I want it to bring them joy and hopefully generations to come will enjoy the books too.
Actually, I love the genealogy research so much that I'd do it for free. I get such a "high" by going as far back as I can and thinking to myself how surprised the person is going to be when they see the results. I love looking at the completed book and seeing how nicely it turned out. Of course, in a practical sense, I can't afford to do that. Discounting the hours spent researching, just the cost of the special paper--which by the way just went up in price to $40.00 for box of 100 sheets, inkjets, and the printing costs, book binding, postage--well, I'd be using up my grocery allowance pretty quick!
As it is, I don't make much of a profit. My daughter's tell me I should charge more per hour. I tell them I don't want to price myself out of a fun job that gives me something to keep my mind sharp and chases away the boredom. HAH!
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So today, I gotta run up to Walmart to pick up a prescription and get some food to last the rest of the month. I am getting tired of eating a half a sandwich for lunch and supper. I suppose on the way back, I better stop in and visit Pearl at the rehab place.
Then tonight the NCAA basketball tourney starts up again, so I have a couple of games to watch.
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I pray my friends on the East coast are surviving their 4th Nor'easter in 4 weeks. My Gosh! Crazy weather. We are sunny, but not warm--although my Crocus are blooming, as they always do this time of year.
Have a great weekend!!
See--not really a visit to check on my neighbor's. Don't give me credit I don't deserve. LOL
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The book binding machine at the print shop has been broken for a week!!! I had two finished genealogies I wanted to mail out! Yes, I could have taken them to Staples and had them bound, but this little print shop is just up the road and is a local business, so.............
A lady from there called me yesterday morning. The punch/coil machine was back in the store, good as new. I waited until 2:00, because you know I have to wait until after my Soap and make all my appointments after 2:00. Actually, my mind and body don't really work well before noon!
One genealogy was well over 100 pages, the other one around 50. She asked me if I wanted to wait, that she would bind them right then. So I did.
Got home, wrapped the books, put them in the Priority Mail boxes, weighed them, inserted the invoices and a letter to my client, printed out the postage labels, arranged for a pick-up by my mail lady.
Then I put my hands on each box, said a prayer of blessing over each one and sat them by my front door. Yes--you will think it's weird--that I pray over the books before they travel to their people. But ya know--I just ask God to bless the person/family that will receive the book I want it to bring them joy and hopefully generations to come will enjoy the books too.
Actually, I love the genealogy research so much that I'd do it for free. I get such a "high" by going as far back as I can and thinking to myself how surprised the person is going to be when they see the results. I love looking at the completed book and seeing how nicely it turned out. Of course, in a practical sense, I can't afford to do that. Discounting the hours spent researching, just the cost of the special paper--which by the way just went up in price to $40.00 for box of 100 sheets, inkjets, and the printing costs, book binding, postage--well, I'd be using up my grocery allowance pretty quick!
As it is, I don't make much of a profit. My daughter's tell me I should charge more per hour. I tell them I don't want to price myself out of a fun job that gives me something to keep my mind sharp and chases away the boredom. HAH!
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So today, I gotta run up to Walmart to pick up a prescription and get some food to last the rest of the month. I am getting tired of eating a half a sandwich for lunch and supper. I suppose on the way back, I better stop in and visit Pearl at the rehab place.
Then tonight the NCAA basketball tourney starts up again, so I have a couple of games to watch.
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I pray my friends on the East coast are surviving their 4th Nor'easter in 4 weeks. My Gosh! Crazy weather. We are sunny, but not warm--although my Crocus are blooming, as they always do this time of year.
Have a great weekend!!
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood----
...except Pearl didn't have enough strength to even get out of bed on Saturday, Merle called the ambulance and they took her to the little hospital up the road from us. Being a weekend, complicated getting tests done and the results back. We found out Monday, she was dehydrated, plus her none-ability to walk, left her completely helpless.
Today, she is being transferred to a nursing home/rehab center and their prescription is for,"intensive/extensive physical therapy!!
Boy-Oh-Boy, she isn't going to like that!!!
Three years ago, I took her to physical therapy a couple of times. I'd sit in the waiting area and watch her. If they had her do 10 leg lifts, she'd do 3 and stop. "That hurts too much." If they had her on the bike for 10 minutes, she'd do maybe 3 minutes and refuse to do more. It was like that with every exercise. She'd do a couple of repetitions and stop. Refuse to do more, because "it hurt".
I don't know if any of you have been to physical therapy, but it DOES hurt. Week after week, it hurts and then...it starts to get better.
I kept telling her that she had to "push yourself a bit". Her answer was always, "Why? It isn't going to cure me."
"Not cure you, but help you get stronger so you can at least walk, go shopping and out to eat!"
Oh she is a stubborn old Swede!!
I don't know how long she will be in rehab there, but I'll bet when they let her come home, she will have a couple more months of PT.
I'll go visit her. She's in the newest place around here, just one mile from us, and a place I have always wanted to check-out. An assisted living, nursing, rehab center. I'll visit Pearl, and get a brochure and check-out the lay of the land--in case I ever need it.
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After I got done talking with Merle yesterday, I walked across the street to visit Dar. I haven't seen her in over a month.
Her shoulder surgery was so extensive, that after two month of PT, she has to have another round of it. Plus, her herpes has come back in her left eye. Plus, her car insurance now wants her to have more MRI's, X-ray's and tests to make sure her problems stem from the car accident--that happened 2 years ago!! They still haven't paid any of her medical bills, even though the accident wasn't her fault.
Plus, over the last month, she purchased all new beds, 3 recliners, a rocking chair and a love seat and....the bed bugs still aren't gone. There was an exterminator truck there last Friday. This makes the 4th time they have exterminated her house.
Her psychologist--yes, she is finally in treatment, told her that these last few weeks, she has regressed. She was becoming relaxed and happy and now she's right back in her scattered thoughts, anxiety, fear mode.
Plus, her Dad fell and bruised 3 ribs so she has been having to take him to doctor's appointments.
Yesterday, she was speaking in broken sentences and couldn't remember words or keep thoughts going very well.
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So, after I left there, I walked across Dar's lawn to visit Jackie. I have noticed she has had a lot of visitor's, but I haven't seen her leave to go to her swim aerobics or church.
Jackie was visiting her son a week ago, no hand rail on the front porch, she slipped, fell backwards onto the cement and has a concussion and broken left arm.
Her visitor's have been visiting nurses and physical therapists.
We chatted for almost an hour, then I got Jackie a cup of tea and walked out to get her mail to take back in to her.
Having been feeling a little dumpy and depressed last week and weekend, as I left Jackie's to walk home across the street, I realized how warm the sun was, how the trees are starting to bud out, my Crocus are blooming, and I scolded myself. Compared to the neighbor's, I'm on top of the World!!!!!
Today, she is being transferred to a nursing home/rehab center and their prescription is for,"intensive/extensive physical therapy!!
Boy-Oh-Boy, she isn't going to like that!!!
Three years ago, I took her to physical therapy a couple of times. I'd sit in the waiting area and watch her. If they had her do 10 leg lifts, she'd do 3 and stop. "That hurts too much." If they had her on the bike for 10 minutes, she'd do maybe 3 minutes and refuse to do more. It was like that with every exercise. She'd do a couple of repetitions and stop. Refuse to do more, because "it hurt".
I don't know if any of you have been to physical therapy, but it DOES hurt. Week after week, it hurts and then...it starts to get better.
I kept telling her that she had to "push yourself a bit". Her answer was always, "Why? It isn't going to cure me."
"Not cure you, but help you get stronger so you can at least walk, go shopping and out to eat!"
Oh she is a stubborn old Swede!!
I don't know how long she will be in rehab there, but I'll bet when they let her come home, she will have a couple more months of PT.
I'll go visit her. She's in the newest place around here, just one mile from us, and a place I have always wanted to check-out. An assisted living, nursing, rehab center. I'll visit Pearl, and get a brochure and check-out the lay of the land--in case I ever need it.
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After I got done talking with Merle yesterday, I walked across the street to visit Dar. I haven't seen her in over a month.
Her shoulder surgery was so extensive, that after two month of PT, she has to have another round of it. Plus, her herpes has come back in her left eye. Plus, her car insurance now wants her to have more MRI's, X-ray's and tests to make sure her problems stem from the car accident--that happened 2 years ago!! They still haven't paid any of her medical bills, even though the accident wasn't her fault.
Plus, over the last month, she purchased all new beds, 3 recliners, a rocking chair and a love seat and....the bed bugs still aren't gone. There was an exterminator truck there last Friday. This makes the 4th time they have exterminated her house.
Her psychologist--yes, she is finally in treatment, told her that these last few weeks, she has regressed. She was becoming relaxed and happy and now she's right back in her scattered thoughts, anxiety, fear mode.
Plus, her Dad fell and bruised 3 ribs so she has been having to take him to doctor's appointments.
Yesterday, she was speaking in broken sentences and couldn't remember words or keep thoughts going very well.
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So, after I left there, I walked across Dar's lawn to visit Jackie. I have noticed she has had a lot of visitor's, but I haven't seen her leave to go to her swim aerobics or church.
Jackie was visiting her son a week ago, no hand rail on the front porch, she slipped, fell backwards onto the cement and has a concussion and broken left arm.
Her visitor's have been visiting nurses and physical therapists.
We chatted for almost an hour, then I got Jackie a cup of tea and walked out to get her mail to take back in to her.
Having been feeling a little dumpy and depressed last week and weekend, as I left Jackie's to walk home across the street, I realized how warm the sun was, how the trees are starting to bud out, my Crocus are blooming, and I scolded myself. Compared to the neighbor's, I'm on top of the World!!!!!
Friday, March 16, 2018
Results...
To the Doc's yesterday afternoon for my yearly Medicare Wellness Check.
New government guidelines---if you have EVER smoked in your life, Medicare now requires you to take a breathing test. Even though I had one three weeks ago at the pulmonologist's, I had to do another one--passed.
IF you are on any kind of opioid pain med OR anxiety med--I take Ativan--occasionally--you have to have a urinalysis. To make sure you are taking it, but not taking too much. To make sure you are taking it and not selling it!!!
I wonder how much I could sell it for? My script reads, "take 3 daily", I only take 1. Think of the $$$ I could make!!
Oh yes, and by the way--I asked the doctor if it was all right, when my shoulder hurts so much I can't sleep, if I could take half a Percocet at bedtime?
"Where did you get Percocet?"
"You gave me a prescription two years ago when I was still having pain from my hip surgery. I have 10 left."
"No--it won't hurt you, but I won't give you anymore."
"Okay. I don't want anymore. I have 10 left...at one-half every three to six months, I should be okay. I just wondered...because I am on a blood thinner, if it would hurt me."
"Percocet is addictive. If I wrote prescriptions for it, the government could put me out of business."
"Why the heck would it matter if an old person became addicted to a pain med...if it eased their pain?"
I'm thinking about Pearl who is addicted to Tramadol, that this same doc gives her, but at least she finds some relief.
"The government would only see how many prescriptions I write for it and that could cause ME a problem."
"Okay. So, if in the future, I need an opioid pain med, I'd have to go to a pain specialist?"
"Yep. That is their speciality. I'm just a primary care doctor....anything out of the ordinary, and I am required to refer you to a specialist."
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Two pages of questions to answer--in the last 4 weeks, have you fallen? Do you eat a good diet? On and on.
My heart is good, nice and steady. Lungs are good, nice and clear..no wheezes or rales. Carotid arteries are good. Blood work--fantastic. Gained 2# since last year, but height is the same: 5'9 3/4".
There is one test that Medicare should include--a memory loss/retention test, as...................
I requested a prescription refill on a med....
That prescription was filled and picked-up by me on March 2nd! I have no memory of that!
See--good blood work means nothing to the way a person is aging.
EGAD!!!
New government guidelines---if you have EVER smoked in your life, Medicare now requires you to take a breathing test. Even though I had one three weeks ago at the pulmonologist's, I had to do another one--passed.
IF you are on any kind of opioid pain med OR anxiety med--I take Ativan--occasionally--you have to have a urinalysis. To make sure you are taking it, but not taking too much. To make sure you are taking it and not selling it!!!
I wonder how much I could sell it for? My script reads, "take 3 daily", I only take 1. Think of the $$$ I could make!!
Oh yes, and by the way--I asked the doctor if it was all right, when my shoulder hurts so much I can't sleep, if I could take half a Percocet at bedtime?
"Where did you get Percocet?"
"You gave me a prescription two years ago when I was still having pain from my hip surgery. I have 10 left."
"No--it won't hurt you, but I won't give you anymore."
"Okay. I don't want anymore. I have 10 left...at one-half every three to six months, I should be okay. I just wondered...because I am on a blood thinner, if it would hurt me."
"Percocet is addictive. If I wrote prescriptions for it, the government could put me out of business."
"Why the heck would it matter if an old person became addicted to a pain med...if it eased their pain?"
I'm thinking about Pearl who is addicted to Tramadol, that this same doc gives her, but at least she finds some relief.
"The government would only see how many prescriptions I write for it and that could cause ME a problem."
"Okay. So, if in the future, I need an opioid pain med, I'd have to go to a pain specialist?"
"Yep. That is their speciality. I'm just a primary care doctor....anything out of the ordinary, and I am required to refer you to a specialist."
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Two pages of questions to answer--in the last 4 weeks, have you fallen? Do you eat a good diet? On and on.
My heart is good, nice and steady. Lungs are good, nice and clear..no wheezes or rales. Carotid arteries are good. Blood work--fantastic. Gained 2# since last year, but height is the same: 5'9 3/4".
There is one test that Medicare should include--a memory loss/retention test, as...................
I requested a prescription refill on a med....
That prescription was filled and picked-up by me on March 2nd! I have no memory of that!
See--good blood work means nothing to the way a person is aging.
EGAD!!!
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Beware!
Here we go again--the dreaded Ides of March.
My Mother died 48 years ago today! How can it be so long since I've seen her? How have I managed to live this long without her? How can it be that long ago and yet, the pain sometimes comes like it happened just yesterday.
She was so vibrant and always smiling and then some mysterious disease took her so quickly. A disease that was only firmly diagnosed three years ago.
There was and still is no cure for this rare blood disease, which I suppose makes me feel better--nothing could have been done to save her, but at only 54 years old?
It broke our family--traces of her death still show up in our still broken family. God didn't bring that disease, but He did take her at her last breath and that gives me knowledge that one day, I will see her again.
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Trying to make the Ides of March a better memory day, I moved in here 15 years ago. I could have moved in weeks earlier, but I chose this day on purpose. How can it be that long ago? Sometimes I still don't feel settled in. I still yearn to move "back home."
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Today, I purposefully made an appointment for my yearly "Medicare Wellness Check-Up." If I am going to get bad news, this is the perfect day for it.
I got my blood draw done on Tuesday, so the Doc will have the results today. I took a sneak peak at my Patient Portal yesterday morning to see the test results, because you know, I don't like surprises and want to know the results BEFORE I see the Doc.
The blood results are better than they were 8 months ago, when he told me I had the blood work of a 50 year old. That's all well and good, but.......you know what?
Good blood tests do not give the whole picture of how a body is wearing out. The painful joints. The heartburn that comes for no reason. The memory dysfunction. The skipped or rapid heart beat, the shooting knife-like pain in the back of the neck.
The weird thoughts, anxiety, sometimes almost crippling fear I have to talk myself out of.
So the Doc will enter the little exam room, tell me how healthy I am and "come back in six months" and send me on my way.
I suppose on this historically awful day, that alone should make me feel light hearted.
Too bad it won't.
My Mother died 48 years ago today! How can it be so long since I've seen her? How have I managed to live this long without her? How can it be that long ago and yet, the pain sometimes comes like it happened just yesterday.
She was so vibrant and always smiling and then some mysterious disease took her so quickly. A disease that was only firmly diagnosed three years ago.
There was and still is no cure for this rare blood disease, which I suppose makes me feel better--nothing could have been done to save her, but at only 54 years old?
It broke our family--traces of her death still show up in our still broken family. God didn't bring that disease, but He did take her at her last breath and that gives me knowledge that one day, I will see her again.
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Trying to make the Ides of March a better memory day, I moved in here 15 years ago. I could have moved in weeks earlier, but I chose this day on purpose. How can it be that long ago? Sometimes I still don't feel settled in. I still yearn to move "back home."
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Today, I purposefully made an appointment for my yearly "Medicare Wellness Check-Up." If I am going to get bad news, this is the perfect day for it.
I got my blood draw done on Tuesday, so the Doc will have the results today. I took a sneak peak at my Patient Portal yesterday morning to see the test results, because you know, I don't like surprises and want to know the results BEFORE I see the Doc.
The blood results are better than they were 8 months ago, when he told me I had the blood work of a 50 year old. That's all well and good, but.......you know what?
Good blood tests do not give the whole picture of how a body is wearing out. The painful joints. The heartburn that comes for no reason. The memory dysfunction. The skipped or rapid heart beat, the shooting knife-like pain in the back of the neck.
The weird thoughts, anxiety, sometimes almost crippling fear I have to talk myself out of.
So the Doc will enter the little exam room, tell me how healthy I am and "come back in six months" and send me on my way.
I suppose on this historically awful day, that alone should make me feel light hearted.
Too bad it won't.
Monday, March 12, 2018
Reporting in.....
Old Coot called late yesterday afternoon. He was very chipper. I asked how he was doing and he said, "Doing great! You know, I was her caregiver for a year and a half and it was very tiring for me. It's a difficult job...to be a caregiver."
"I'm sure it wasn't too easy on her either. Having to go through those horrible treatments and knowing that she was dying and all."
"Yes, but you know the old saying, 'let the death bury the dead'"
"Yes, I know that saying. It comes from the Bible. Do you know the rest of the saying?"
"No."
"Jesus said,'but you go and proclaim the kingdom of God.'
"Oh. I haven't done that, unless you count looking out at nature and proclaiming how beautiful it is."
As per usual, it is all about him.
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We chatted more. He had convinced her to take out a Reverse Mortgage on the home/property, so he gets to live there until he dies.
"I'm surprised she didn't leave it to her children."
"Why? It's none of their business."
Per usual come between wife and her kids.
"There were still mortgage payments and we couldn't live very easily with them. So we got the reverse mortgage."
"Did that work out well? I have wondered about reserve mortgages."
No I haven't.
"Yes. I put a new deck on the front and back, built a workshop for me...put in new walkway."
"Oh. You didn't put the money in an annuity to live on?"
"No, but with no mortgage payments, that helped with the monthly bills. You know I live in the present. No worries about the past or the future."
I see he got just what he wanted out of it.
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I said, "I was surprised...really surprised, when I read that she was so involved in her church. She was a Baptist...you're an Atheist...how did that work out?"
"I went to church with her....a couple of times. She went every Sunday and while she was gone, I puttered in my work shop. She didn't preach to me or try and convert me...she knew that wouldn't have worked. ha ha"
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Then the interesting part of the conversation began...
He said, "I was wondering...ah...I have a test for you...ah..just how young your mind still is. I thought it would be fun if we got together for a visit."
"Okay."
"I could drive down, we could go to a nice restaurant...not a fancy, expensive one...just a nice one...with good food. We could talk, then go back to your place and talk some more."
"Okay."
"Here's the test...to see how young your mind is...I could spend the night."
"Why? Can't you drive after dark?"
"Yes, I can drive perfectly fine."
"Well, I have no place for you to sleep."
"You don't have a bed?"
"Of course I have a bed. A lovely bed, with a four inch memory foam topper....that I share with no one but my two cats."
"I see. So you are like the "old cat lady"?"
I see what he is trying to do. Challenge me by inferring I am old and not open to new things.
"I'm eight years younger than you and just happen to have two cats."
"Oh. I just thought you were still young at heart and mind to be open to a shared bed. I wasn't proposing anything...well, you know...anything...just to sleep next to each other and listen to each other breathing."
oh, good grief! Does this mean that his "anything" still works? At 87 years old? UGH!
"Well, I am young at heart and young in mind, but...I am a lot smarter than you remember. Sharing a bed with ANYONE other than my cats, sounds like...not only a weird idea, but a stupid one. Something that would really mess up my content and stable life."
"Oh."
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So that idea squelched, we chatted a bit more. Then he said, "Look at the time! We've talked for over an hour. It's six o'clock!"
"It's seven o'clock."
"Seven...no..I'm looking at the clock on the stove and it says six."
"We had a time change this morning. Daylight Saving time kicked in."
"It did? Why am I unaware of that?"
"I don't know...perhaps your mind isn't young enough to remember?"
Went right over his head.
"Do you realize how many clocks there are in this house. It's going to take me an hour to change them all!"
"Well, you better get to it."
"Yeah--we'll talk later...goodbye."
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So--my psychological experiment continues. I think I have him hooked into thinking I am interested in his life and concerned about him.
Don't worry. I can handle Old Coot. Ten years ago, just hearing his voice would have sent me into a panic attack. Now...there is going to be some reckoning. Some more remembering to see, the what and why.
....because I don't have anything better to do and this is beginning to be fun..........
"I'm sure it wasn't too easy on her either. Having to go through those horrible treatments and knowing that she was dying and all."
"Yes, but you know the old saying, 'let the death bury the dead'"
"Yes, I know that saying. It comes from the Bible. Do you know the rest of the saying?"
"No."
"Jesus said,'but you go and proclaim the kingdom of God.'
"Oh. I haven't done that, unless you count looking out at nature and proclaiming how beautiful it is."
As per usual, it is all about him.
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We chatted more. He had convinced her to take out a Reverse Mortgage on the home/property, so he gets to live there until he dies.
"I'm surprised she didn't leave it to her children."
"Why? It's none of their business."
Per usual come between wife and her kids.
"There were still mortgage payments and we couldn't live very easily with them. So we got the reverse mortgage."
"Did that work out well? I have wondered about reserve mortgages."
No I haven't.
"Yes. I put a new deck on the front and back, built a workshop for me...put in new walkway."
"Oh. You didn't put the money in an annuity to live on?"
"No, but with no mortgage payments, that helped with the monthly bills. You know I live in the present. No worries about the past or the future."
I see he got just what he wanted out of it.
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I said, "I was surprised...really surprised, when I read that she was so involved in her church. She was a Baptist...you're an Atheist...how did that work out?"
"I went to church with her....a couple of times. She went every Sunday and while she was gone, I puttered in my work shop. She didn't preach to me or try and convert me...she knew that wouldn't have worked. ha ha"
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Then the interesting part of the conversation began...
He said, "I was wondering...ah...I have a test for you...ah..just how young your mind still is. I thought it would be fun if we got together for a visit."
"Okay."
"I could drive down, we could go to a nice restaurant...not a fancy, expensive one...just a nice one...with good food. We could talk, then go back to your place and talk some more."
"Okay."
"Here's the test...to see how young your mind is...I could spend the night."
"Why? Can't you drive after dark?"
"Yes, I can drive perfectly fine."
"Well, I have no place for you to sleep."
"You don't have a bed?"
"Of course I have a bed. A lovely bed, with a four inch memory foam topper....that I share with no one but my two cats."
"I see. So you are like the "old cat lady"?"
I see what he is trying to do. Challenge me by inferring I am old and not open to new things.
"I'm eight years younger than you and just happen to have two cats."
"Oh. I just thought you were still young at heart and mind to be open to a shared bed. I wasn't proposing anything...well, you know...anything...just to sleep next to each other and listen to each other breathing."
oh, good grief! Does this mean that his "anything" still works? At 87 years old? UGH!
"Well, I am young at heart and young in mind, but...I am a lot smarter than you remember. Sharing a bed with ANYONE other than my cats, sounds like...not only a weird idea, but a stupid one. Something that would really mess up my content and stable life."
"Oh."
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So that idea squelched, we chatted a bit more. Then he said, "Look at the time! We've talked for over an hour. It's six o'clock!"
"It's seven o'clock."
"Seven...no..I'm looking at the clock on the stove and it says six."
"We had a time change this morning. Daylight Saving time kicked in."
"It did? Why am I unaware of that?"
"I don't know...perhaps your mind isn't young enough to remember?"
Went right over his head.
"Do you realize how many clocks there are in this house. It's going to take me an hour to change them all!"
"Well, you better get to it."
"Yeah--we'll talk later...goodbye."
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So--my psychological experiment continues. I think I have him hooked into thinking I am interested in his life and concerned about him.
Don't worry. I can handle Old Coot. Ten years ago, just hearing his voice would have sent me into a panic attack. Now...there is going to be some reckoning. Some more remembering to see, the what and why.
....because I don't have anything better to do and this is beginning to be fun..........
Friday, March 9, 2018
Well, well, well...
The "Old Coot" sent a note requesting a phone call, so Tuesday afternoon, feeling adventurous, I called him. I think he was napping as it took him awhile to realize who it was.
I used a sympathetic tone and asked how he was doing. Did he feel "foggy brained". Could he concentrate. All those things we who have lost loved ones go through.
No--none of those. He was feeling fine. "You know, I have gone through so many losses and disconnections, that this is just another one."
Hm-mm.
His voice is still strong. He is still healthy--no prescriptions. AT 87?
Still disconnected from his 5 children and all his siblings, who he "thinks" have all died, but isn't sure.
Wait. What? His younger brother lived on the property next to him. I had heard that Old Coot had erected a "spite" fence between the properties, when he moved in with his last wife.
There are a lot of things that are strange. I did not ask about them, but am wondering.
He is still living on his dead wife's property and home. Why didn't that go to her children? Does he have a life lease?
The funeral bulletin he sent me, has a photo of him and her and his one son, but no photos of her and her children. She was married for 40 years to her first husband. If there are going to be photos, why isn't there one of her and her children?
She was in Hospice for the last two months of her life, or so the obituary stated. Did he spend each day with her? I rather doubt it. I think most probably, when she first got sick, he detached himself emotionally.
He referred to his family as "dysfunctional", which he never admitted to when we were married. I doubt he realizes that HE is the dysfunctional one. I always thought his siblings and kids were lovely people.
I think Old Coot is incapable of that kind of "bedrock" love that exists in (some) marriages. He "loves" intensely at the start of a relationship. There isn't anything he wouldn't do for his partner. So considerate, kind and sweet.
But the second there is the tiniest, most minute conflict, he goes into control mode. It then becomes all about him. This is probably an old habit to protect his feelings?
After all, he has been optimistic enough to marry 7 times and 6 of those didn't work out the way he first perceived. I do believe he put these women on a "perfect" pedestal and the second a chip of that pedestal fell, he didn't want to put the effort into fixing, what he perceived as damaged. He just wanted to smash it and go on with his life.
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I don't know if I want to meet him in person for a visit. I certainly am not going to go to visit at his wife's home. I would rather meet him on my turf.
Phone calls are easy. We shall see, what we shall see.
I used a sympathetic tone and asked how he was doing. Did he feel "foggy brained". Could he concentrate. All those things we who have lost loved ones go through.
No--none of those. He was feeling fine. "You know, I have gone through so many losses and disconnections, that this is just another one."
Hm-mm.
His voice is still strong. He is still healthy--no prescriptions. AT 87?
Still disconnected from his 5 children and all his siblings, who he "thinks" have all died, but isn't sure.
Wait. What? His younger brother lived on the property next to him. I had heard that Old Coot had erected a "spite" fence between the properties, when he moved in with his last wife.
There are a lot of things that are strange. I did not ask about them, but am wondering.
He is still living on his dead wife's property and home. Why didn't that go to her children? Does he have a life lease?
The funeral bulletin he sent me, has a photo of him and her and his one son, but no photos of her and her children. She was married for 40 years to her first husband. If there are going to be photos, why isn't there one of her and her children?
She was in Hospice for the last two months of her life, or so the obituary stated. Did he spend each day with her? I rather doubt it. I think most probably, when she first got sick, he detached himself emotionally.
He referred to his family as "dysfunctional", which he never admitted to when we were married. I doubt he realizes that HE is the dysfunctional one. I always thought his siblings and kids were lovely people.
I think Old Coot is incapable of that kind of "bedrock" love that exists in (some) marriages. He "loves" intensely at the start of a relationship. There isn't anything he wouldn't do for his partner. So considerate, kind and sweet.
But the second there is the tiniest, most minute conflict, he goes into control mode. It then becomes all about him. This is probably an old habit to protect his feelings?
After all, he has been optimistic enough to marry 7 times and 6 of those didn't work out the way he first perceived. I do believe he put these women on a "perfect" pedestal and the second a chip of that pedestal fell, he didn't want to put the effort into fixing, what he perceived as damaged. He just wanted to smash it and go on with his life.
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I don't know if I want to meet him in person for a visit. I certainly am not going to go to visit at his wife's home. I would rather meet him on my turf.
Phone calls are easy. We shall see, what we shall see.
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
What is this?
My sister came down. My microwave had died and she had one she wasn't using, so she brought it down for me. Her hubs Chuck is recovering from double hernia surgery, but Susan and I managed to get the heavy thing in the house, and my dead one in the back of the pick-up truck so she can take it back for their spring recycling thingie.
She said, "It's like I woke up one morning and every thing was different than the day before. I look different, I feel different, everything I have to do, seems to be such a big effort!"
I told her that I had experienced the same thing, but I found it happens about every five years with me.
At 60, I noticed that my body was changing its shape. I hadn't gained or lost weight, but was becoming thicker in the middle. My backside was flattening out. My skin losing tone and becoming crepey. My bust getting larger.
At 60, I noticed that my body was changing its shape. I hadn't gained or lost weight, but was becoming thicker in the middle. My backside was flattening out. My skin losing tone and becoming crepey. My bust getting larger.
Something changed when I hit 65. All of a sudden, I couldn't work in the gardens, as hard as I had the year before. All of a sudden, my hips went out. All of a sudden--it seemed.
Then, those things stayed that way for about 5 years.
Then at 70, all of a sudden I couldn't walk as far as I used too. My back hurt all the time.
Then 75 and I found I had lost the strength in my arms. I couldn't lift or carry heavy things anymore. I tended to walk "crooked", my balance was off. I had to walk up steps, one step at a time. I was getting age spots on my hands and the thick skin thingies (Keratinitis) all over my back.
Now, I am going through changes again...and it hasn't even been five years. I look in the mirror and I look much older than I did even last summer. My "apron", that roll of skin under my stomach that wants to lay on the tops of my thighs, seem to have gotten bigger. I notice when I walk, my left foot tends to turn out. I haven't gained weight, but I had to buy a new bra--one size larger.
Emotionally, every thing is an effort. I don't want to go anywhere--even family functions are an effort to get ready for, drive too and participate in. Too noisy. Too tiring. I am sooooo dreading my grandson's wedding this summer. A year ago, I had no problem with getting all dressed, with heels and the whole thing to attend my great granddaughter's christening. I had a great time.
Emotionally, every thing is an effort. I don't want to go anywhere--even family functions are an effort to get ready for, drive too and participate in. Too noisy. Too tiring. I am sooooo dreading my grandson's wedding this summer. A year ago, I had no problem with getting all dressed, with heels and the whole thing to attend my great granddaughter's christening. I had a great time.
My sister will turn 66 in two weeks. I told her, "The changes are going to continue. Plus all the changes you are feeling right now aren't going to go away. They just stay with you and in a few years, more changes are going to pile on top of them! It just keeps piling on until you are so tired you won't want to get outta your chair!"
I wondered if any of you have noticed this? One day you wake up and things are different than the day before. You get it figured out and go along with less things you can do and then, in a few years you wake up one morning and notice, there are new changes.
The good thing, we usually can adjust our lives to these changes. It just shocks me when the new ones pile on.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
March wind doth blow and we shall have snow and what will poor Robin do then, poor thing.
Craziest winter we have ever had.
We got 8" of snow here and yet my sister, who lives 20 miles north, only got 1". My cousin who lives 15 miles west, got 2". We must have been in one of those "snow" bands. Sunny yesterday and today, but when I went out to get the mail, I noticed the heavy snow had broken off two, fairly large Lilac bush branches.
At least we don't have Nor'Easters. High tidal water and flooding can be as devastating as fire. Both of them tear down houses. I wouldn't care for those strong winds battering at me for a long time either.
I went down to visit Pearl, as it was her 82nd birthday. She kept trying to tell me she is 83, but I finally convinced her that she was born on March 1, 1936. "Then what year did I get married?"
"1955. You and Merle eloped to Angola, Indiana."
The conversation continued like that for awhile. She asking me how old her kids were and was I sure she was born in 1936.
She has been diagnosed with early Stage II diabetes, as if we all didn't know that was coming on. She only had to take a pill, not injections. Then she said something that sort of stunned me.
"You know...this is my won fault."
"What's that?"
"The reason I can't walk. When my legs started paining, I quit walking. Every one told me I had to keep walking, but I just sat down and quit. The more I sat, the worse the pain got. They were all right. The less I walked, the less I could and now look at me."
I didn't give her the "I told you so", what good would that do? They had a ramp built from their back door down to their driveway. It's 2 years old. Pearl has never used it. She's afraid of it. So afraid, that if she does go out to get in the car, she still has to have Merle and her daughter take her down the 3 front steps--which is far more hazardous than the ramp.
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I haven't seen Dar in a coon's age. Almost a month. I have no idea what is going on over there and should probably walk on over for a visit. She is still in PT, as I see her leave twice a week, before 9:00. She's was always a walking fanatic, but I never see her out walking either.
Which reminds me--I never see myself out walking either. I count my weekly trips to Walmart, walking the length of the store as my exercise, but---another resolution to walk every day, once spring arrives.
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This genealogy I am trying to finish up--the one for my friend, is tough. They don't have e-mail, so every time I have a question I have to call or write.
I called twice--apparently her husband didn't recognize my name--although he does know who I am, and hung up the phone. So, I called back and when he answered, I quickly said, "May I speak to Liz."
I had two questions. The call lasted an hour! Every time I asked about a certain ancestor, that brought on a dissertation about their lives or their cousin's life, or maybe that Indian lady he had a child with.
"Was it that grandpa Richard, or the other one? Judy needs to know."
Liz is one of our School Gal Pals that comes to our luncheons, and usually dominates the conversation. She hasn't attended the last two, which has been kind of nice as we can all talk to each other.
She's mad at us now because we canceled our December lunch because of a big snow storm...one of the girls called Liz and told her and that we would not have another luncheon until January.
Well, wouldn't you know it, Liz went the next week and couldn't find us. Then she went the first Thursday in January--we meet on the second Thursday, and once again couldn't find us, SO..she thinks we are meeting in private and won't tell her where. Last week I sent her a note, with genealogy questions, but also the place we are meeting, next Thursday, directions, a map and a photo of what the place looks like. One of the other girls is going to call her the day before for another reminder.
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It's hard to see one friend's going downhill. I don't mean forgetful, not being able to come up with a certain word--that is happening to all of us, but I mean really----sliding down that slippery slope faster than I can keep up.
Now I feel the road falling away under my feet, at times too. New shows are coming on TV and if I don't write down the day/time/channel I will forget to watch. When I have to go into town, I write down my "map"--bank, post office, grocery store, Michael's. Not only do I do that so I won't forget, but I figure out where I have to go, the easiest route and no left turns. LOL
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I am filling up my March calendar. Hair cut on Monday. Lunch on Thursday.
Blood draw and doctor's appointment the next week. Yes and other places I need to stop on the days I go. I can't be wasting gas or my time. LOL
We got 8" of snow here and yet my sister, who lives 20 miles north, only got 1". My cousin who lives 15 miles west, got 2". We must have been in one of those "snow" bands. Sunny yesterday and today, but when I went out to get the mail, I noticed the heavy snow had broken off two, fairly large Lilac bush branches.
At least we don't have Nor'Easters. High tidal water and flooding can be as devastating as fire. Both of them tear down houses. I wouldn't care for those strong winds battering at me for a long time either.
I went down to visit Pearl, as it was her 82nd birthday. She kept trying to tell me she is 83, but I finally convinced her that she was born on March 1, 1936. "Then what year did I get married?"
"1955. You and Merle eloped to Angola, Indiana."
The conversation continued like that for awhile. She asking me how old her kids were and was I sure she was born in 1936.
She has been diagnosed with early Stage II diabetes, as if we all didn't know that was coming on. She only had to take a pill, not injections. Then she said something that sort of stunned me.
"You know...this is my won fault."
"What's that?"
"The reason I can't walk. When my legs started paining, I quit walking. Every one told me I had to keep walking, but I just sat down and quit. The more I sat, the worse the pain got. They were all right. The less I walked, the less I could and now look at me."
I didn't give her the "I told you so", what good would that do? They had a ramp built from their back door down to their driveway. It's 2 years old. Pearl has never used it. She's afraid of it. So afraid, that if she does go out to get in the car, she still has to have Merle and her daughter take her down the 3 front steps--which is far more hazardous than the ramp.
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I haven't seen Dar in a coon's age. Almost a month. I have no idea what is going on over there and should probably walk on over for a visit. She is still in PT, as I see her leave twice a week, before 9:00. She's was always a walking fanatic, but I never see her out walking either.
Which reminds me--I never see myself out walking either. I count my weekly trips to Walmart, walking the length of the store as my exercise, but---another resolution to walk every day, once spring arrives.
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This genealogy I am trying to finish up--the one for my friend, is tough. They don't have e-mail, so every time I have a question I have to call or write.
I called twice--apparently her husband didn't recognize my name--although he does know who I am, and hung up the phone. So, I called back and when he answered, I quickly said, "May I speak to Liz."
I had two questions. The call lasted an hour! Every time I asked about a certain ancestor, that brought on a dissertation about their lives or their cousin's life, or maybe that Indian lady he had a child with.
"Was it that grandpa Richard, or the other one? Judy needs to know."
Liz is one of our School Gal Pals that comes to our luncheons, and usually dominates the conversation. She hasn't attended the last two, which has been kind of nice as we can all talk to each other.
She's mad at us now because we canceled our December lunch because of a big snow storm...one of the girls called Liz and told her and that we would not have another luncheon until January.
Well, wouldn't you know it, Liz went the next week and couldn't find us. Then she went the first Thursday in January--we meet on the second Thursday, and once again couldn't find us, SO..she thinks we are meeting in private and won't tell her where. Last week I sent her a note, with genealogy questions, but also the place we are meeting, next Thursday, directions, a map and a photo of what the place looks like. One of the other girls is going to call her the day before for another reminder.
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It's hard to see one friend's going downhill. I don't mean forgetful, not being able to come up with a certain word--that is happening to all of us, but I mean really----sliding down that slippery slope faster than I can keep up.
Now I feel the road falling away under my feet, at times too. New shows are coming on TV and if I don't write down the day/time/channel I will forget to watch. When I have to go into town, I write down my "map"--bank, post office, grocery store, Michael's. Not only do I do that so I won't forget, but I figure out where I have to go, the easiest route and no left turns. LOL
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I am filling up my March calendar. Hair cut on Monday. Lunch on Thursday.
Blood draw and doctor's appointment the next week. Yes and other places I need to stop on the days I go. I can't be wasting gas or my time. LOL
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Just a Note
Yesterday, sunny and 65 degrees. Window and screen door open. Raked my front lawn.
Today, 7" of snow, so far.
This is Pure Michigan.
Today, 7" of snow, so far.
This is Pure Michigan.
March coming in like a Lion
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Intrigue
Hm-mm.
My 2nd ex-husband has mailed me a small letter.
He thinks it might be nice to "meet for coffee" and visit.
I am intrigued.
This is the man who abused me physically and emotionally. The man who's 7th wife died a few months ago.
I am intrigued.
I haven't seen nor heard from him in 27 years.
I am intrigued.
Would he expect the same woman he knew back then? Wouldn't it be kind of fun to show him the
much different, strong, carefree woman I am today?
Is he interested? Wouldn't it be fun to show him the same open minded, happy, smiling woman he knew 30 years ago, without all the neediness?
I am intrigued.
He's 87 years old. What could he do or say? Nothing that could possibly affect me in any way. I am not afraid of him in any way, shape or form. I am not interested in him (or any man), but he might not know that.
"Well, Hi, Don. What have you been doing these last thirty years, other than getting married and divorced...and married and divorced?"
Hm-mm. I am intrigued. It might be fun.
In the least, it would make an interesting blog post. HAH!!!
My 2nd ex-husband has mailed me a small letter.
He thinks it might be nice to "meet for coffee" and visit.
I am intrigued.
This is the man who abused me physically and emotionally. The man who's 7th wife died a few months ago.
I am intrigued.
I haven't seen nor heard from him in 27 years.
I am intrigued.
Would he expect the same woman he knew back then? Wouldn't it be kind of fun to show him the
much different, strong, carefree woman I am today?
Is he interested? Wouldn't it be fun to show him the same open minded, happy, smiling woman he knew 30 years ago, without all the neediness?
I am intrigued.
He's 87 years old. What could he do or say? Nothing that could possibly affect me in any way. I am not afraid of him in any way, shape or form. I am not interested in him (or any man), but he might not know that.
"Well, Hi, Don. What have you been doing these last thirty years, other than getting married and divorced...and married and divorced?"
Hm-mm. I am intrigued. It might be fun.
In the least, it would make an interesting blog post. HAH!!!
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Stunning!
As you know, my genealogy research findings sometimes stun me.
One of my clients is related to William the Conqueror. A couple of months later, in another genealogy, I suddenly, around 8 generations "up", start recognizing names. Come to find out, she too related to William the Conqueror. These two women, that I knew, but they didn't know each other, are related from different sides of their family.
I suppose if we could trace our roots back far enough, we'd all be related, right?
Another genealogy found that on both sides of the family and the "in betweens", they were all the same nationality. They lived in the Netherlands and married neighbors--so they were Dutch. When they came to America, they moved into Dutch settlements and married neighbors. This went on, generation after generation. I couldn't get over that, as most of us have many nationalities in our lineage.
The genealogy I finished in January, showed a family where three of their youngest sons were killed in the same battle, on the same day, in the Civil War. I got teared up over that one. They also had several ancestor's that fought in the Revolutionary War--one with such heroic valor that he is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Some dying in battle and buried in mass grave at the battle site.
Now--I think I have found the ultimate. My client's 8th Great Great Grandmother was the last woman to be hung and killed at the Salem Massachusetts Witch trials. September 22, 1692. The last.
When she and her husband came to America, they were given a small piece of land by the government to settle on. When her husband died, she inherited the property. She lived as a widow for 21 years, with only a small garden and a cow to sustain her.
They had had 8 children, five had died either at birth, in infancy, or young children.
She sometimes begged the neighbor's for food. Then there came along a wealthy man who wanted to buy her small piece of land. She refused to sell because after she died, it was to go to her remaining living son.
How to get the land? Buy witnesses who would proclaim her a Witch. If she were to confess, she would be beaten and jailed, her life spared and the land would be sold to whomever wanted it. If she were to deny and be killed, the land would remain in her family.
Neighbor's told that if they refused her begging she cast a spell on them and they were harmed. Young people said that when she passed by, if she looked at them, they got sick. Because so many of her children had died, that too proved her to be a witch.
Because she had been widowed so long and never remarried, meant men were afraid of her because she was a witch. One testified that she repelled his advances.
For 6 weeks she was jailed and brought to trial every day. She denied. Witnesses were brought. She denied. So, she was hung, her body laid on the ground at Gallow Hill until it rotted, then thrown in a mass grave. Her son was able to keep the land.
2 weeks later, all those jailed were cleared and released by the State government. There were no more trials or hangings after her group.
In 2013, 309 years later, on Halloween, the government stated none of the people killed were witches. Their names were cleared a memorial monument with all their names, erected in the Salem Cemetery.
I wish I had known about this. My Jennifer lived in Boston and then Salem for 7 years. I traveled there often. I've seen Gallows Hill and the cemetery and heard the stories. If I had only known of my clients Great Grandmother, I would have taken photos and studied more about her life. As it is, luckily, on the internet and in one woman's blog, her lifestory was told.
This is going to shock my client, who is also a life long friend. Give her something to talk about at our Gal Pal luncheons!
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That's why I find genealogy so fascinating and become obsessed with these ancestor's. They went through things that would kill us. I think most of us get our strengths from those hard working, never quitting ancestor's of ours.
My Great Grandma, lived just down the road (where my sister lives now). Helped her 3 male cousins homestead in South Dakota. Carried a gun on her hip to kill the rattlesnakes she came across while out plowing up the land. When she came to Michigan and married my Great Grandpa, she helped clear the land here too. She was still tending her garden and playing the piano on her 90th birthday. Even at age 96, when she became ill, she refused to lay down in her bed. She stayed propped up with pillows against the high head board. Staying like that for a month, until the day she slumped over and was dead. Who cared for her--changed her diapers, bathed her, fed her? Her daughter-in-law, my Grandma.
These before us worked hard, had children, year, after year--always a baby on the way and many of those babies died. My Great Great Aunt had a 2 year old daughter and a 17 year old son, died on the same day in 1918, mere hours apart, from the flu.
Now--we complain if the power goes out for a couple of hours, if we get snowed in. We are such wimps!!! If we had to step into their lives, the way it was then, the way we are now,...we wouldn't last a year!
One of my clients is related to William the Conqueror. A couple of months later, in another genealogy, I suddenly, around 8 generations "up", start recognizing names. Come to find out, she too related to William the Conqueror. These two women, that I knew, but they didn't know each other, are related from different sides of their family.
I suppose if we could trace our roots back far enough, we'd all be related, right?
Another genealogy found that on both sides of the family and the "in betweens", they were all the same nationality. They lived in the Netherlands and married neighbors--so they were Dutch. When they came to America, they moved into Dutch settlements and married neighbors. This went on, generation after generation. I couldn't get over that, as most of us have many nationalities in our lineage.
The genealogy I finished in January, showed a family where three of their youngest sons were killed in the same battle, on the same day, in the Civil War. I got teared up over that one. They also had several ancestor's that fought in the Revolutionary War--one with such heroic valor that he is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Some dying in battle and buried in mass grave at the battle site.
Now--I think I have found the ultimate. My client's 8th Great Great Grandmother was the last woman to be hung and killed at the Salem Massachusetts Witch trials. September 22, 1692. The last.
When she and her husband came to America, they were given a small piece of land by the government to settle on. When her husband died, she inherited the property. She lived as a widow for 21 years, with only a small garden and a cow to sustain her.
They had had 8 children, five had died either at birth, in infancy, or young children.
She sometimes begged the neighbor's for food. Then there came along a wealthy man who wanted to buy her small piece of land. She refused to sell because after she died, it was to go to her remaining living son.
How to get the land? Buy witnesses who would proclaim her a Witch. If she were to confess, she would be beaten and jailed, her life spared and the land would be sold to whomever wanted it. If she were to deny and be killed, the land would remain in her family.
Neighbor's told that if they refused her begging she cast a spell on them and they were harmed. Young people said that when she passed by, if she looked at them, they got sick. Because so many of her children had died, that too proved her to be a witch.
Because she had been widowed so long and never remarried, meant men were afraid of her because she was a witch. One testified that she repelled his advances.
For 6 weeks she was jailed and brought to trial every day. She denied. Witnesses were brought. She denied. So, she was hung, her body laid on the ground at Gallow Hill until it rotted, then thrown in a mass grave. Her son was able to keep the land.
2 weeks later, all those jailed were cleared and released by the State government. There were no more trials or hangings after her group.
In 2013, 309 years later, on Halloween, the government stated none of the people killed were witches. Their names were cleared a memorial monument with all their names, erected in the Salem Cemetery.
I wish I had known about this. My Jennifer lived in Boston and then Salem for 7 years. I traveled there often. I've seen Gallows Hill and the cemetery and heard the stories. If I had only known of my clients Great Grandmother, I would have taken photos and studied more about her life. As it is, luckily, on the internet and in one woman's blog, her lifestory was told.
This is going to shock my client, who is also a life long friend. Give her something to talk about at our Gal Pal luncheons!
==============
That's why I find genealogy so fascinating and become obsessed with these ancestor's. They went through things that would kill us. I think most of us get our strengths from those hard working, never quitting ancestor's of ours.
My Great Grandma, lived just down the road (where my sister lives now). Helped her 3 male cousins homestead in South Dakota. Carried a gun on her hip to kill the rattlesnakes she came across while out plowing up the land. When she came to Michigan and married my Great Grandpa, she helped clear the land here too. She was still tending her garden and playing the piano on her 90th birthday. Even at age 96, when she became ill, she refused to lay down in her bed. She stayed propped up with pillows against the high head board. Staying like that for a month, until the day she slumped over and was dead. Who cared for her--changed her diapers, bathed her, fed her? Her daughter-in-law, my Grandma.
These before us worked hard, had children, year, after year--always a baby on the way and many of those babies died. My Great Great Aunt had a 2 year old daughter and a 17 year old son, died on the same day in 1918, mere hours apart, from the flu.
Now--we complain if the power goes out for a couple of hours, if we get snowed in. We are such wimps!!! If we had to step into their lives, the way it was then, the way we are now,...we wouldn't last a year!
Friday, February 23, 2018
Having fun
I've been having a lot of fun lately--places that you wouldn't think of as fun places, but I manage to find humor.
It surprises even me that I can have so much fun at Walmart. Tuesday, we were in the midst of a 3-day rain deluge that had me thinking of how much Gopher Wood Lowe's might have on hand. Instead, I had a prescription to pick up, so I headed to THE Walmart.
While I watched other people run through the torrent to get from car to store, I calmly opened my umbrella and strolled in. Why don't more people have umbrellas...and use them?
I picked up my script and started roaming the store--this classes as exercise in my book. I start at one end of the store and end up at the opposite end.
I had never seen so many employees on the floor. They were re-stocking shelves like there was a predicted national emergency. If I stopped for more than a second, just to look around, there appeared a blue shirted human to ask, "May I help you find something?"
I kidded one guy in the Office section, "It's about time you re-stocked this section. I have been looking for 9x12" Kraft envelopes since Christmas!"
He glanced around and said, "And we still don't have them out, do we!"
He did help me find a 5x7" frame and White-Out. We roamed up and down two aisles and couldn't find any White-Out.
"Maybe they quit making it," I said. "You know, nowadays, people don't make mistakes."
He got on an electronic device and exclaimed, "Aisle sixteen, section F," and off he went with me trying to catch up,
There it was--way down on the bottom shelf. "No wonder I didn't see it," I said. "That shelf is six feet below my vision area."
Then he said, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
I suggested he take my cart to the grocery end and do the rest of my shopping. He reached out his hand and said, "Give me your list and I'll be glad to."
...and I think he really would have.
It was still in the deluge stage when I got to my car, but I pulled my cart up close to the trunk, lifted the trunk lid, put one edge of my umbrella over the lid, the rest over me and my cart and loaded up--I did the same when I got home and got everything inside without nary a hair out of place.
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Yesterday I had another fun morning. Back in March 2017, I got a CAT scan on my lungs--it was offered free by Medicare up until age 78. Their findings were I had a small nodule, 2mm's, at the bottom of my right lobe. Nothing to worry about. Many people have lung nodules. Have another scan in six months.
I had forgotten all about it, but my doc scheduled me for another CAT scan in November. No big deal. No needles involved--takes about 3 minutes. Their findings this time--the nodule had grown another 2mm's. No big deal, could check with a Pulmonologist if I wanted too. Well, I didn't want to, so I just forgot about it again.
All of a sudden, last week, you would have thought I
was near death. The Pulmonologist called me!! Had to have another scan and appointment two days later.
Okay. Okay--why not? I had the scan Monday afternoon. Went for my appointment yesterday morning.
I thought I knew where their office was. In the hospital up in Howell. I parked at the side entrance and began my sojourn! After many, what seemed like, miles of twists and turns and finding nothing resembling a breathing lab, I found a janitor and asked.
"Oh--that's over on the west side of the hospital. You can't enter it from here. You gotta drive around the back and their office is right there. Suite 1100."
"Good thing I left home early," I thought as I meandered my way back to an exit, which turned out to be the Main Entrance and my car was parked half a block away.
I entered their office at exactly 11:30--my appointment time.
Have you ever had a breathing test? Fun times. They put a pincher thingie on my nose and then I had a hose like thingies that I had to close my lips around. Breathe in deeply and then blow out as fast and as hard as I could and keep blowing out air until the tech told me to stop.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "Are you dizzy or feel faint?"
"No. Am I supposed to?"
So we did that three times. I was determined and the last time, I kept pushing out air even after she told me to stop. So there, Missy!
I was hoping I could keep that pincher thing. I'll bet if I wore that every night, it would take my wide nose and make it smaller.
Oh well--the doctor came in soon enough.
Tiny little thing from some country other than the USA, but impeccable English.
"You're breathing test was good. Your lung capacity if really good, for someone your age."
Why do they always have to use those last 3 words?
"Would you have another CAT scan for me?"
Wait. What?
"I had one Monday. They said you would have the results yesterday."
"Oh. I haven't seen them. Excuse me. I will go and find them."
She was back before I could scope out the room to see if there was anything worth taking--like one of those pincher things, or a few tongue depressors--nothing.
"Your scan is fine. The nodule has not changed. It is smooth edged and round, still at 4mm's. You are doing great! Strong and healthy."
Well, alrighty then!
"We will call and schedule another appointment in a year. Okay?"
So now I have two specialists I see every year. A Pulmonologist and a Cardiologist. I is important!
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It surprises even me that I can have so much fun at Walmart. Tuesday, we were in the midst of a 3-day rain deluge that had me thinking of how much Gopher Wood Lowe's might have on hand. Instead, I had a prescription to pick up, so I headed to THE Walmart.
While I watched other people run through the torrent to get from car to store, I calmly opened my umbrella and strolled in. Why don't more people have umbrellas...and use them?
I picked up my script and started roaming the store--this classes as exercise in my book. I start at one end of the store and end up at the opposite end.
I had never seen so many employees on the floor. They were re-stocking shelves like there was a predicted national emergency. If I stopped for more than a second, just to look around, there appeared a blue shirted human to ask, "May I help you find something?"
I kidded one guy in the Office section, "It's about time you re-stocked this section. I have been looking for 9x12" Kraft envelopes since Christmas!"
He glanced around and said, "And we still don't have them out, do we!"
He did help me find a 5x7" frame and White-Out. We roamed up and down two aisles and couldn't find any White-Out.
"Maybe they quit making it," I said. "You know, nowadays, people don't make mistakes."
He got on an electronic device and exclaimed, "Aisle sixteen, section F," and off he went with me trying to catch up,
There it was--way down on the bottom shelf. "No wonder I didn't see it," I said. "That shelf is six feet below my vision area."
Then he said, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
I suggested he take my cart to the grocery end and do the rest of my shopping. He reached out his hand and said, "Give me your list and I'll be glad to."
...and I think he really would have.
It was still in the deluge stage when I got to my car, but I pulled my cart up close to the trunk, lifted the trunk lid, put one edge of my umbrella over the lid, the rest over me and my cart and loaded up--I did the same when I got home and got everything inside without nary a hair out of place.
====================
Yesterday I had another fun morning. Back in March 2017, I got a CAT scan on my lungs--it was offered free by Medicare up until age 78. Their findings were I had a small nodule, 2mm's, at the bottom of my right lobe. Nothing to worry about. Many people have lung nodules. Have another scan in six months.
I had forgotten all about it, but my doc scheduled me for another CAT scan in November. No big deal. No needles involved--takes about 3 minutes. Their findings this time--the nodule had grown another 2mm's. No big deal, could check with a Pulmonologist if I wanted too. Well, I didn't want to, so I just forgot about it again.
All of a sudden, last week, you would have thought I
was near death. The Pulmonologist called me!! Had to have another scan and appointment two days later.
Okay. Okay--why not? I had the scan Monday afternoon. Went for my appointment yesterday morning.
I thought I knew where their office was. In the hospital up in Howell. I parked at the side entrance and began my sojourn! After many, what seemed like, miles of twists and turns and finding nothing resembling a breathing lab, I found a janitor and asked.
"Oh--that's over on the west side of the hospital. You can't enter it from here. You gotta drive around the back and their office is right there. Suite 1100."
"Good thing I left home early," I thought as I meandered my way back to an exit, which turned out to be the Main Entrance and my car was parked half a block away.
I entered their office at exactly 11:30--my appointment time.
Have you ever had a breathing test? Fun times. They put a pincher thingie on my nose and then I had a hose like thingies that I had to close my lips around. Breathe in deeply and then blow out as fast and as hard as I could and keep blowing out air until the tech told me to stop.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "Are you dizzy or feel faint?"
"No. Am I supposed to?"
So we did that three times. I was determined and the last time, I kept pushing out air even after she told me to stop. So there, Missy!
I was hoping I could keep that pincher thing. I'll bet if I wore that every night, it would take my wide nose and make it smaller.
Oh well--the doctor came in soon enough.
Tiny little thing from some country other than the USA, but impeccable English.
"You're breathing test was good. Your lung capacity if really good, for someone your age."
Why do they always have to use those last 3 words?
"Would you have another CAT scan for me?"
Wait. What?
"I had one Monday. They said you would have the results yesterday."
"Oh. I haven't seen them. Excuse me. I will go and find them."
She was back before I could scope out the room to see if there was anything worth taking--like one of those pincher things, or a few tongue depressors--nothing.
"Your scan is fine. The nodule has not changed. It is smooth edged and round, still at 4mm's. You are doing great! Strong and healthy."
Well, alrighty then!
"We will call and schedule another appointment in a year. Okay?"
So now I have two specialists I see every year. A Pulmonologist and a Cardiologist. I is important!
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Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Sorry
Quit yelling at me! I'm fine. LOL
I have been trying to get on here since last Saturday. I either get side-tracked or it is time to go nite-nite.
Sorry. I know how I worry about my blog buddies when they disappear for a while.
I have not disappeared--still here. My life as boring as ever.
In other words, no news is good news--right?
I will be back in the next few days to post something more scintillating.
I have been trying to get on here since last Saturday. I either get side-tracked or it is time to go nite-nite.
Sorry. I know how I worry about my blog buddies when they disappear for a while.
I have not disappeared--still here. My life as boring as ever.
In other words, no news is good news--right?
I will be back in the next few days to post something more scintillating.
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