Some Days Are Just Blah

The temperature today was: 73 degrees

The humidity today was:  96%!!!

Rainy and humid

It rained all night, but I heard not a thing!  I didn't get to sleep until 1:00 and I know it was raining then, but...Pearl said there was thunder and I didn't wake up or hear a thing!  Which is great--because of my fear of loud noises.  It must be the new roof--new boards and shingles--because it is pretty quiet in this place.  I have 6 inch insulated walls and double pane vinyl windows also.  This place feels pretty sturdy.  I have never felt it quiver in a wild wind storm nor vibrate from a near thunder explosion.  GREAT!!

I wondered what to do on this rainy day.  Inside work!!!

I took a shower.  Looked in the mirror to try and find that longish hair that I felt sticking out of my neck.  I noticed is yesterday.  You know, one great thing about getting old.  You no longer have to shave your legs or under arms as much....which gives you extra time to tend to your mustache and beard that is now growing.  How the hair migrates from legs up to face is beyond me...but it does!!  Found the hair, yanked it out.

Went into the bedroom to tear the bed apart to wash the sheets.  This is what greeted me.

His Majesty lounging against the pillow.  His girth does sort of resemble

Henry The VIII doesn't it?

I didn't want to disturb him, so I went into the kitchen and picked up all the dishes, loaded the dishwasher and started a load.

Then I had to rake the "sand trap" (litter box) and add a bit more litter so His Majesty and the Princess will have a nice, clean bathroom.

I posted the above picture of Buddy on FB--never again!!!  People making fun of him and he is such a lover.  I have a mystery I am trying to uncover--Buddy weighs 18#--too much.  Maggie weighs 12#.  They both eat the exact same amount of food!!  They are both active.  Buddy is much taller and longer then Maggie, but...why is he overweight?

He doesn't look overweight in this picture, I don't think.  He IS the size of a Fox terrier dog!!

Anyway--he has lost weight in the last six weeks and I will continue to give him less wet food.

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I had to go out foraging for food.  We have the Wal-Mart store and a Meijer store (like a Publix) and the rich people's store--VG's, which also carries Spartan brands.

For instance:

2 litres of Diet Pepsi at Wal-Mart is 1.38

At Meijer-1.59

At VG's--1.89

Most everything at VG's is a dollar or more then at the Wal-Mart.

So I mostly shop at the Wal-Mart--even though, in general, I hate the store.  Well, there is a huge street widening, repair, construction going on right now at the Wal-Mart, so today I went east into Brighton to the Meijer store.  I didn't get much and when I was done there, I went to VG's to their deli with their prepared salads and wonderful fresh fruit.  They make all their own deli products--and like last week, I stocked up.  I am having a huge craving/obsession with sweet cherries--so I bought another 3#.  They aren't our very best Michigan Sweet Cherries--they won't be harvested until next week, but these, from California, aren't too bad.

Meijer is the only store in this area that carries this product.

We not only have hard water here, but also a lot of calcium and lime.  After a while, my stainless steel is covered with the lime scale--along with my glasses and dishes.  I put a couple of tablespoons of this stuff in the dishwasher soap cup, along with the soap and it removes all the lime scale and everything just shines.  I think it also probably helps clear out the dishwasher sprayers and drain, while it goes through the washing cycle.  I had run out last week, so today--I got two bottles.  

Then I stopped at the big box hardware store place and bought a new pair of  loppers.  Mine broke a few years ago and I haven't needed them, but now, that I am able to work outside once again, my Lilac and Rose of Sharon bushes need a lot of old, large branches trimmed out and off.   I hope these last for awhile.

Pearl's hubby stopped when he drove by on his way home from work, because he saw the car trunk open.  

"Ya need any help carrying in?"

"Nope.  Thanks, Merle.  I can get it."

Of course, if I had 80# of bird seed, or a large container of litter, I would have let him help me :-)  Pearl walked down after supper and she seemed real good tonight.  She gave me back the book, said it was pretty good and that the guy finally walked to Florida.  

She said, "I wish you'd never showed me how to get that Bejeweled game!  I sat there for two hours this morning and played games on that damn computer!"

"Well--wasn't it fun?"  I asked.

"Yes, but--I looked at the clock and it was eleven-thirty!  I wasted near the whole day!!"

Then, we talked about her pain and the doctor's and came to no conclusions.  She hates her primary care doc, but is afraid to go to a new doctor--even mine--and I offered to take her and introduce her to the staff. "I just hate filling out all those forms," she said.  

No--I don't understand it--when I was in that kind of pain, I was on a tear to find out what was wrong and how to fix it.  I just know there has to be some kind of relief for her---or if there isn't--at least she would know, but---she just won't help herself!  

Anyway, she thanked me for all the family research I did for her and wanted to pay me--puleeze--it was fun for me, I told her--as I am a curious person.

"Yeah--I know you are.  You know an awful lot, about a lot of things, but...you're still weird.

I walked out onto the porch as she left, and we just laughed about us.

  

...and the older we get--there is more to laugh 

at about ourselves

Weekend Fun--Kinda

The high temperature today was:  73 degrees

The humidity today was:  65% 

Sunny, with a nice breeze.

Basically--I did nothing all weekend.  I didn't even go to church this morning.  I did walk to the corner and back and along the way--stopped to talk to neighbor ladies out tending their beautiful flower gardens.  This park is really pretty this time of year.  Nice, well kept yards and gardens.

Saturday, Pearl and I were talking about genealogy and she stated that she wanted to find out more about her mother's side of the family.  They came from Sweden and Pearl swears, her grand mother was the daughter of a duchess.  I like genealogy, so when I came home, I jumped on ancestry.com to find out what I could.  Pearl also wanted to find out about her father's parents.  I had her mother's and father's name so I was good to go.

After about two hours--I found her father's father.  Edgar, his wife Amelia and their son Milton, born in 1916--Pearl's father.  I printed it all out for her.  Then went on a search for her mother's mother.

I found her and her husband; Catherina Fredrica and Ole Larson.  I couldn't go back any further because their parents names were not listed and had never immigrated here from Sweden.

I took my many print-outs down to Pearl.  I was excited I had found her father's parents.  She looked it all over and said, "That's not my grandfather's name."

"I thought you didn't know your grandfather's name."

"I didn't when you were here, but I remember now.  His name wasn't Edgar, it was Herbert and his wife's name was Flora."

"Well..isn't it strange that their last name was Cook and they had a son Milton, your father's name, born in the same year as your father.  I will go and look for Herbert and Flora."

So I trotted home and researched Herbert and Flora and found them and their son Milton.  I also found a bit more on Catherina and Ole.  I doubt Catherina was a Swedish duchess' daughter as she and her husband lived in a town in Minnesota with only 89 families.  (The population today is 508).  I doubt a Swedish duchess' daughter would end up there...but who knows.

I printed all that out and took it back to Pearl.

She looked over the pages again and said, "Oh--I know all this.  I wanted  you to find how my grand mother was a daughter of a Swedish duchess."

ARGGH!!

"Sorry.  I can't get Swedish census or birth records."

"Why not?"

"Because, basically all I have to look at is US Census reports. "

"Well, how am I going to find out?"

"I don't know.  Hire someone to go to Sweden and find the records?"

So, I dragged my eye-strained, muddled head back home.

Then Dar popped in ten minutes later.

Dar is the kind of person who wants to chat--only SHE is the only one who chats.  I have found, she could care less about anything going on with me--she just wants to unload her stuff.

"How are you doing?"  she asks.

"Oh--I've been better." I reply.

"Well--let me tell you about MY week."

...and she did.  I don't really remember all she said as I guess--I wasn't listening very carefully.

Something about trouble at work--she named people I have never heard of.  She had been to get her groceries and her other friend is jealous because another friend took her grocery shopping.  She did manage to get her 28 oz Bigby coffee and her many gallons of water, but she is feeling better since she quit drinking so much.  On and On.

"How is it going with your daughter?"

"Which daughter?" I ask.

"The one who won't speak to you."

"Nothing's changed."

"Well...let me tell you about MY daughter."

...and she did.  My mind wandered again I guess, because I don't remember.

"And Doctor Amy said my spine is getting much better."

Then she left.

So I popped in the DVD of "Roots".  It's been a lifetime since I watched it on TV.  Really good--sad, but good.

Then Pearl called--could I come down.  She just got her computer back from getting fixed and she couldn't remember how to get to her games.

I clicked off the DVD and walked down.

"I can't get my games."

So I showed her how to get to her Face Book page and all her games lined up on the left side.  Candy Crush, Pet Rescue, Lucky Slots.

"No!  I mean that Bejeweled one I like so much."

I went back to her Face Book page and looked--couldn't find it, so I went into her apps--it wasn't there--so I went to games and found a Bejeweled Blitz.

"No!  That's not the right one!"  She was getting frustrated.  "Why does this damn computer torture me so much.  I played that game all the time and now, this damn computer has lost it!"

"No it's not lost.  The computer did not eat it.  Calm down---we'll find it."

I clicked on her desk top and there was an icon for....Ta Dah...Bejeweled 3!

I click on it, up comes the game and she says, "How did you find it?  That's the one!!!"

I go back to her desktop and show her the icon.  "Just click on it and your game will come up."

"I have been looking for that.  It wasn't on there before!"

Okay

"Well--now your computer is fixed.  YAY.  You have sound now and the colors are right.  Did they put in a new sound card and video card?"

"No--there are no cards I have to insert.  They even got my printer working.  They did something---oh---it starts with a "G"--like you told me was wrong."

"G.  Hm-mm.  I have no idea what it could be," says I.

"My daughter's boyfriend fixed it--for free!  They had to tear it apart and put in some stuff."

"A new mother board?"

"No. They fixed the sound and the way the screen looks and the printer works...and some sort of memory and those "G" things I told you about."

"Did they download new drivers?"

"THAT'S IT.  Drivers like you told me."

"Drivers doesn't start with a "G"."

"Hah--no wonder you were confused."

Okay

So I dragged my exhausted mind home and watched some more of the DVD and cross stitched and some baseball and by 10:00 I was so tired.  A day of mental exhaustion is much more tiring then a day of physical work I have found.

Now I know why her husband plays deaf most of the time.  Pearl is so adamant when she thinks she is right--that he certainly isn't going to argue with her when he knows she is wrong.  It would be very tiring to live with someone like that.

However--I love her.  She would give me the shirt off her back.

She will not do any exercise to help her arthritis because it hurts too much to exercise.  I loaned her my walker and my cane--thinking that with those she could get out and walk--she won't use either one.

She has yet to make an appointment with the rheumatologist I got the referral for her.  She has yet to make an appointment with another doctor--hers is so terrible.  I got her two referrals for docs that will still take Medicare patients.  She will not try and lose weight.

She has had two back surgeries and now heard about a new surgery to cure back pain--my daughter Karen had it done.  They go in a small incision, clip a nerve, scrap out all the spurs and do it as outpatient surgery.  Karen had good luck with hers.  So now, Pearl wants me to get the name of the surgeon so she can consult with him.

I will get the info--don't really want to because, if she has the surgery done and it doesn't work--guess who's fault it will be?  After all, I am the one who encouraged her to get the shots in her back--from the Depo-Medrol that was tainted with fungus!!!  Praise God her dose was not tainted and she didn't get meningitis or I would have felt terribly guilty!!!

To this day, she wonders why so many got meningitis and died and she didn't.  She thinks God saved her and now she wonders why He did.  I don't explain that she didn't get a dose that was tainted and just let her assume that God works in mysterious ways---because He does!!!  Although, her pain management doctor called her specifically to tell her, not to worry, that the dose she was given was NOT tainted.  She doesn't remember that call.  She just believes that God saved her--which is a good thing to believe!!

I just wish she would quit asking me why God saved her, because I don't know what to say--knowing the real reason, but not wanting to take away from her belief.

When she asked me that question, yet again last Thursday, I said, "Another mystery we have no way of knowing.  He must still have plans for you.  When you get to Heaven, you can ask Him."

She got a big smile on her face and said, "Good idea.  If I remember, I WILL ask Him!"

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Later----
This evening, Pearl's hubby went for a bike ride to look for pop/beer cans to turn in for money--and she came down for a visit.  She brought a book I had given her two weeks ago.  It was a brand new one that was published in May.    It is the 4th book in the series written by Paul Evans entitled, "The Walk."  We have read and enjoyed the other three so I had pre-ordered this one to get it right away.  I hadn't even read it yet.

"I brought this book back because I've already read it."

"You couldn't have.  It was just published last month.  I gave it to you the minute I got it."

"I don't know.  But...I've read it somewhere.  I know all the characters and the fact that he's walking to Key West and that he is in the hospital from an accident."

"Well--he's BACK in the hospital with a brain tumor--that's the way the last one ended."

"I know that!  This is the same book.  His wife died.  He is walking to Key West and now he's in the hospital."

"Look on the fly leaf and see when it was published."

"I already saw that.  It says May 2010."

"Well--just look again, so we can be sure.  I will send it back if we've already read it."

While she was doing that, I came in and got the third book.

I started reading the last few pages of the third book while she was trying to find the front page where it tells when the book was published.  As I read, Pearl stopped and listened.

"I remember all that," she said.  "This book is just like it.--Exact same names and everything."

"Did you find the page?"

"Yes.  Wait a minute....hm-mm, it says, "Published May 2013."  Now, that was last year--right?"

"No--this is 2013."

"Oh my god...I'm going crazy...aren't I?"

"No!  It sounded familiar to you because it is a continuation from the last book--which you read over a year ago and have forgotten--just like I have...the names are the same.  He was in the hospital from an accident--remember that girl that was his secretary found him along side the road?  Now--this is later and he is in the hospital with a brain tumor.  Remember--he was walking and he kept getting sick and falling?"

"Yes--I remember now.  I will take it back and read more of it.  Thanks for straightening me out.  When is the next book coming out?"

I took the book and looked in the back..."Not until May 2014.  Next year."

"A whole year?  I will have forgotten it again by then," and she laughed.

These instances are coming more often.  It scares me.  All I can do is help her, if I can.  I need to be more patient and guide her along gently and hope it is only forgetfulness and not something more severe.

...and onward we go--ever forward!

A Relaxing Kind of Friday

The high today was:  59 degrees

The humidity today was:  60%

Cloudy and cool all day

51 degrees outside when I awoke at 9:00.  Lawn mowing guy was here--scared Maggie the cat under the couch.  Got their breakfast ready, but Maggie would not come out to eat, so I saved hers for her.  Hunger was more of an issue with Buddy, then the fear of the loud noise, so he gobbled up his food.  When the lawn mowing guy left, I called Maggie to come out and I put her dish down by the couch.

Of course, Buddy wanted hers too, but, gentleman that he is, he watched and waited for her to finish and then he could eat her scraps.  Maggie must have been hungry, as she left nothing for Buddy.  He weighs 20#--he doesn't need any extras!!!

See how gentlemanly he is.  He won't go near her food, until she walks away.

She ate until it was gone--then she licked and licked and still,

Buddy won't go near.  He waits until she walks away.

She walks away a bit and he goes to get what's left.

Nothing this time.  Poor Buddy.

When most cats--at least my Buddy, go to a window to look out--they stand up on their hind legs and rest their front paws on the sill--standing to look out.  Maggie however, rests her entire front legs on the window sill and sits down on her bottom.  I think it is the cutest thing ever.

There was a chipmunk out on the top of that metal can that she was watching.

The metal can is where I store my bird seed.

Or perhaps a higher perch gives a better perspective of the show?

It looks like she is sucking her thumb while she naps.

Sad state of affairs when all I have to do is watch my cats as they live their life <sigh>

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My grandmother was forty-eight when my grandpa died--he was forty-nine.  She had the chicken hatchery, chicken farm, sheep herd and an 80 acre farm to run.  As I got older, I wondered by she never remarried.  One day, when I was about twenty-five, I asked her.

"Your Grandpa Roy was my life.  Every night for the twenty-five years we were married, he slept with his head on my right shoulder.  After a love and a marriage like that, I could never be with another man.  I had the best...I was never interested in the rest."

I never really, truly understood what she meant---until I met Fred.

I never got into the whole soul-mate thing.  The "love of my life" thing.  Yeah, Yeah.

You can love many people--a different kind of love with different men, but still love.  Some treated me nicely, some didn't.  When the relationship ended--it may have hurt for awhile, but a few months later, I'd look back and think, "What in the world did I EVER see in him!"

Then I met Fred.

We were so much alike, at times, it spooked us out.  We'd be riding, quietly in the car.  One time, I was thinking how nice it would be to go to New York State and visit my sister in the fall.  See the beautiful fall colors they have in the hills and mountains.  Fred reached over and took my hand and said, "You know what Honey...I think we should go visit Susie and Chuck this September.  We could spend time with them and take in all the fall colors out there."

My jaw just dropped.  "I was just....this very minute...thinking the very same thing!"

That sort of thing happened all the time with us.  It seemed we spent a lot of time saying to each other, "I was just thinking of that!"  It really was amazing!  Or I'd have a song running through my head and all of a sudden, he'd start singing it.  It was like we were connected in our brains somewhere.  

We never disagreed on a thing--because we were so alike.  About the only difference we had was, he loved cottage cheese and I hated it.  I'd open the refrigerator and see the carton in there and just about gag! LOL

I know I have written about this before, but I remember so clearly one time---we were watching TV and he reached over and hit the mute on the control pad and said, "It is so comfortable living with you.  Is that a bad thing?  To be comfortable?"

"I don't think so," I replied.  "I feel the same way."

He said, "It is so easy.  There is no drama.  There are no disagreements.  Every day is just filled with love and warmth and laughing.  I want to stay here forever."

Then he turned the sound on the TV back on.

That epitomized our relationship.  It WAS comfortable.  We are both easy going people, but we also had that certain something that connected us so deeply.  I can't explain it.  I once told him it was like "living with my twin."

I've been thinking about Fred a lot lately--which surprises me because he has been gone almost 18 months.  It's like the longer he is gone...the more I miss him.  

No--I don't have the pictures out and the shrine with the ashes and candles, like some "widows" do--I don't think that would really help.  It seems like it would just be a constant reminder.  I don't need that.  He is in my head all the time.  

When I was out working in the garden the other day, I stopped for a minute---it seemed like if I looked up, he would be sitting on the porch watching me.  I "felt" like he was there---even though I knew he wasn't.  I couldn't help it--I had to look up and..............two empty chairs on the porch.

This doesn't happen often, but when it does....it is an almost overpowering feeling and I always have to say something to him---which I know is just plain stupid!!!  He is dead!!  He is not floating around in the ether somewhere around me!  His soul is in Heaven--I know that for sure.  Someday, his body will be made new and join his soul---I know that!!  It's just the memories that come to MY mind and feel so real that I think he is here.  EVEN THOUGH I KNOW HE'S NOT!!!

Now I know how Grandma felt.  I feel the same way.  

People tell me I need a "friend".  Someone to go out to dinner with--catch a movie--go for a drive.  NAH!!! I can hardly stand to be around another man that acts interested and wants to flirt or "chat".  I just cannot imagine riding in a car with another man---sitting that close in a movie with a man---going to dinner and having to talk to another man.  Creeps me out!!!

I've had the best--the love of MY life--I am not interested in the rest.

If I can't have Fred--I want no one else.

I want this!!!!! 

...and especially this!

  

This Day In History

Today's high temperature: 66 degrees

Today's humidity:  55%

Partly Cloudy

I was looking through a book and came upon “This Day In History”, which reveals that on this very day, several hundred years ago, one Judith Jean Walts graduated from Byron High School.  The same high school her parents graduated from, her sister and her children.  At the time, it was called Byron Agricultural School--with a population of around 400 students from K-12.  To be sure, a wondrous day in ancient history.

Senior picture--note the beautiful pearl "collar"--we always had a pretty collar

 to wear with our pullover sweaters.

A pre-Senior prom picture.  She looks so pensive.

Senior prom with best friend Arlene and our

future hubby's.  We all look so serious!

Our group.  Always together--going to the movies,

swimming parties, pajama parties, band, classes.

There were six--we were going to all live close to each other--raise our kids together--and end up sharing a nursing home together.  Now three are gone--Judy, Emma and Arlene.  Bethie, Sally and I remain to remember and lunch together.  Why those three and not us?  Who knows!

I could only find one picture of me on graduation night.  Strange.

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So--today, several hundred years later--I did very little.  I walked down to Pearl's and we yakked for an hour.  Rather, she yakked and I listened.  She was talking about the same things she told me yesterday.  I pretended all her stories were new to me.  We did not have a "discussion" until it came to our talking about graduation and weddings and when our kids were born.

She told me she got married in 1955 and her son was born in 1956.

I said, "I thought you got married in 1954 and your son was born in 1957, a year before mine."

"Oh--I can't remember.  How old am I now?"

"You were seventy-seven on March first."

"Oh--that's right.  Okay--we've been married  fifty-nine years.  OH GOOD LORD!  Fifty-nine years?  Anyway, my son was... is fifty-six years...ah...was fifty-six in May...so subtract that--what's the year?"

"Nineteen fifty-seven."

"Okay--that's right.  My first daughter was born in nineteen sixty and my second in nineteen sixty-two.  I had a couple of miscarriages between my son and daughters."

Then we saw Dar come out of her house and start walking up the street with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.

Pearl says, "Look at that!  All the time I smoked and I NEVER let a cigarette hang out of my mouth like that!"

"Looks kind of trampy," says I.

"It sure does!  Brother!"

Then we gossiped about the neighbor that lives between us.

"Tami told me she and Ron are working from five to five.  I am wondering why their cars are home now.  Did they get fired again?"

I said, "They are working from five to five.  Five in the evening to five in the morning.  They are home now and probably sleeping."

"I heard them banging that garbage can around early this morning.  It woke me up.  I thought they were getting ready to go to work."

"Nope--that was when they got home.  They are very noisy--they usually wake me up to."

"Yeah--and then she complains when Merle mows the lawn because she's trying to sleep!  Work normal hours and no one will have a problem!"

"Maybe we should encourage them to get really good paying jobs--like fifty grand a year a piece--for both of them--then they would move away?"

"Great idea!  Maybe move to Timbuktoo!" says Pearl.

We then were done gossiping, so we talked a bit about our cats and how they are worse to raise then our kids were.  

She just got her computer repaired and home and couldn't remember how to get on Face Book to play games or how to get into her e-mail.  So we went back into her bedroom and I showed her and then I had her do it.  Then had her go back to her desktop and find FB and her e-mails again.  I think she will remember now.

She turned to me and said, "What would I do without you to help me remember?"

I said, "I will always be just fifty steps away!!"

And then I came home.  Productive morning. 

Then I drove into Brighton.....

There was so much salt on the fries, it burned my mouth.

This was left when I got full.  It had hardly any taste.  

I couldn't taste the beef for the sauce they had on it.

I won't be buying another one of these for a long time--YUCKY! and to think, I used to love them.

Next time I get a craving--I'm getting on the highway and driving 20 minutes north and get me a Flint Style Coney Dog!!!

My Weigela is coming into full bloom

Fred's Lily gifts to me are going to be gorgeous this year.

Fooling around with my camera, LOL.

I've worn a light sweatshirt all day--it's been that cool.  My grand daughter, who lives in Mesa, AZ told me to come visit because it was in the 100's.  I told her that was way too hot for Gramma--even if it IS a dry heat, LOL.  I cannot take the heat that is why, I could not survive in Florida in the summer.

I spent two weeks in Boca Raton in August 25 years ago.  I went outside to mow my friend's lawn and almost had heat stroke.  The neighbor came over and told me to get in the house and lay down in front of the A/C vent.  Their grass is funny anyway.  Not real grass--but kind of like a ground cover viny thing.  You could pick up one strand at the edge of the lawn and pull up a line of 20 feet or more of the stuff.

So I stayed in the house. It was too warm some days to even go into the pool.  I decided to drive over to a mall--ran from the house to the air conditioned garage and the air conditioned car and it wasn't too bad.  But when I got to the mall, to walk from the car, across that hellish hot concrete to the Belk's store--I thought I was going to faint.

I do much better and feel much better in cooler temperatures and low humidity.  Probably why I live here and have never wanted to live in Florida--even in the winter.  

To all my friends and relatives who DO inhabit the Giant Swamp, that I call Florida.  Be safe from the winds and rains and tornadoes!!!  Be safe, Inge, by the west coast and Sally by the north-east coast and cousin in Fort Meyers and Bee in West Palm!!!   

Wonderful Wednesday

Today's high: 71 degrees

Today's humidity:  35%

Sunny

What is so rare as a day in June?  Absolutely nothing!!!

I took another Percocet at bedtime last night--it is amazing stuff.  I lay on my back and I can feel the pain melting away--really.  I woke up this morning, feeling great and no pain anywhere--at all!!

BUT--we can't keep taking drugs--especially Percocet--it can be addictive and since I have an addictive personality--I only take it when the pain is really bad and last night--not only my back and shoulders were screaming, but my hips were burning.  No doubt from lifting the heavy back porch.  Oh well--onward and upward!!

I haven't taken any pain meds for months and months!!  Some people take Advil or Naproxen or Aleve for arthritis pain.  I never do.  I don't know why.  I guess after the constant, horrid pain from my "before replacement" hips, any pain I get from the arthritis seems like no big deal now.

I walked down to Pearl's this morning and we got into another discussion about a tall bush/tree she has in her back yard.  For once--she didn't know what its name was, so I told her, I'd find out.  I took a leaf off it and a blossom and brought them home.  It blooms all white, tiny flowerets in May.  It's not a cherry, or a pear or a dogwood--what is it?

I spent about 90 minutes trying to identify the leaf on line and then found images of the tree and the blossoms and this is what I found.

A downy Northern Arrow Wood!  

Never heard of it before in my life.  So I took the pictures back and we agreed!  WE AGREED!!!  Sure is a pretty thing when it blooms and is about 20 feet high.

Then I went and got my hairs cut--feels a lot better.  This time of year, my hairdresser says, "Your hair grows like a bad weed".  For sure it does!!!  I have to go about every 5 weeks--4 would be better, but I can't afford that much.

I came home and got my tools and headed out to the last garden to clean up.  The one under my Lilac and Rose of Sharon bushes--where a lot of spring bulbs are planted and some Hostas, that I transplanted and my Weigela, which is beautiful right now!  

Boy Howdy--it didn't take long for my back to start screaming!  So--I went and got my green, snaky, light-weight expandable hose and sprayed some Miracle-Gro on my veggie garden--which consists of two tomato plants, a hill of cucumbers and half a dozen strawberry plants.  I have little cucumber leaves coming up and some green grape tomatoes.  Going to be a bumper crop this year, LOL.

Today, I remembered, after I turned off the water at the spigot, to hold the nozzle sprayer open until the water had drained--so I didn't get soaked.  I am still laughing about the drenching I got yesterday--something like that happening is...so me!!!

The other day I made a trip to the rich people's grocery store--because I love their deli salads!!!  I got some watermelon, and a large bag of sweet cherries, and antipasto salad, mac/tuna salad, potato salad, chef salad, Caesar salad, Spaghetti salad and a bag of pecans.

Man!!  Have I been eating great this week!!!  I love salad and fresh fruit--it just is what I crave right now.  I was just thinking--I haven't had any meat to eat since---well---I can't remember.  I used to eat a lot of meat--especially beef.  I do not like turkey nor chicken nor fish of any kind and not many pork items--so I always ate beef.  I haven't had a hamburger since last summer.  I don't know why--I think I have a craving for a nice big Hamburger Deluxe.

Here was my haul!!

Well--there are no more urgent chores to do outside--which is a good thing.  I think my body needs a rest.  

Everyone says, "So happy you can work in the yard, but...don't overdo it!"  Are you crazy?  Of course I will overdo it.  I am having the best time I've had in four years--I am just so grateful that I CAN work in the gardens.  Every night when I go to bed, I am smiling and I thank God for giving me the miracle of the good surgery that allows me to be "normal" once again.  You cannot even imagine what it means to me--unless you have gone through it.

The constant pain--no matter what I was doing--sitting, laying down--pain--all the time!  The injections in the back--which did no good!  The bad anti-inflammatory meds that tore up my tummy!  Then getting to the point where I couldn't even walk around the house without a walker!

You just cannot imagine how it feels to be relatively pain free and able to walk all over the Wal-Mart, do household chores--all in the same morning.  Walk up a flight of stairs.  All the things that we take for granted all our lives---until it is taken away from us.

Tomorrow is going to be that day of rest for me!  I am going to walk down to Pearl's in the morning and then...I think...I just might drive into Brighton and get me a Burger King Whopper, LOL!!!

Try something for me?  Every morning, when you first open your eyes, say, "I trust you, Jesus", unless of course you are Jewish,  and then act like it the rest of your day.  You would be surprised how much that helps when things come along that can be frustrating or confusing or scary.

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