Well...Hello!

Yes--I have been terribly remiss in my posting to my blog.

Why is that?

Trying to straighten out a mess in my genealogy.  I traced an ancestor, way back--way, way back, only ti find out, although the guy's name was the same and born in the same year--it wasn't who I was looking for.  How can that be?  Because waaaaay back in the day, not only did people name their children after their father and themselves, the next generation did the same.

So--one Conradt, named two of his sons, Conrad and Peter.
The next generation, Peter, named two of his sons, Conrad and Peter.
The next generation, Conrad, named two of his sons Peter and Conrad.

I had the right Conrad, but the wrong wife.  Then I had the correct wife, but with the wrong Peter.
What a mess--as I had posted that incorrect information into my Family Tree Maker and given that info to my sister, who alerted me to the fact of the mess.
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When I wasn't trying to figured that out, and in the midst of trying to get my crocheting on it's way, Pearl came over.  Tami came over.  Jackie came over and the ever popular Dar came over--twice.  ARGHH! 

 Then the cute little John and Maisey stopped by on two different evenings, to sit out on the porch and talk.  He and I may or may not go to the Farmer's Market this Saturday--if it doesn't pour rain, which is predicted.  I have never been, but don't know if I can walk that much.
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Then there were phone calls about medical bills I owe from the hospital stay.  My DHS case worker said they didn't meet my deductible, but she was going to notify someone from the hospital "help" center, AND she did raise my food assistance again.  One of these days, I might actually get enough to help with groceries.  Anything helps, so I am very thankful.

Then there has been trips to get food and typing paper and inkjet replacements, and gas up the car (not all on the same day, of course)  and...I have been busy.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.  LOL

Monday? All Ready?

My weekend was calm.  Nose stuck in the computer working on Ancestry.com.  Crocheted, laundry, cooked a pit pot of Chili, watched some ballgames and movies.

Today, my Wee Sister showed up around 10:30 and we poured over genealogy stuff.  I gave her the TOME of papers I had printed out so she can update her family stuff AND I gave her my latest dics of Family Tree Maker, that I bought last fall, for her to install on her computer.  Then, I think I can send her all the info I have and it will upload onto her copy. :-)

At noon, we ran up to Subway and brought our lunch back with us so we could eat and continue talking.  

We talked about family and gardening.  Politics and religion.  She is much more well versed in our church and scripture, than I am.  Sometimes we even disagree about the interpretation of the same scripture/Bible verse and it's meaning.  Today, we got into the whole, "did Jesus descend into Hell after he died."  She says yes, because it says in the Bible, he visited the dead.  I say, it doesn't say the dead where in Hell.  We have a whole list of questions to ask God when we meet Him.  Both of us very sure we are going to Heaven.

I always enjoy time spent with her.  Even though we are 13 years apart in age--it isn't at all that I am like the "mother", we seem very equal and both the same age and knowledge.

We were going to play a game, but then I realized--I have given her all my board games!  So next time I visit her, we will get a game or two in.

Now, I am back to crocheting and finishing up a strip and joining it to the rest of the blanket.

Catching Up

OHGosh--I have so much catching up to do!  Let's see, where did I leave off?

Oh yes--Thursday--I spent most of the morning in Ancestry.com, trying to find the dates and people we were missing in our family genealogy.  I found a lot more than I expected.  My great grandmother's brother, married a woman named Ella.  We saw her name on their headstone when Wee Sister and I went to the cemetery.  I finally found her and was stunned and amazed.

Her father and his wife had 7 children.  One of his daughter's named Mathilda Ella was born in 1865.  I thought this was our missing person.  But wait--there was an Ella born in 1865 also--which lead me into reading more about him and come to find out, he had an affair and our Ella, born in the same year as Mathilda Ella, was the illegitimate daughter as a result of his affair.  He listed as father, no mother listed.

No wonder I was confused, as was probably his wife and other children.  He and his wife stayed together 55 years, so apparently she stayed because she needed his $$ support for her and his "real" kids.

Then, our great, great, great grandfather lived his last few years with his daughter.  BUT--we realized that he wasn't widowed as we thought because, his wife died three years after he did!  So, why did they separate?  No way of finding that out unfortunately.  

Ancestry.com gives you facts and dates, but not the stories that go along with those facts, unless, as in the case with Ella, someone write the story and uploads it to the website.
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My cousin came over in the afternoon.  She was having a bit of problem with a crochet stitch, I think called a PBPTR--partial back post triple--fun, eh?  I had her read the instructions while I tried to do it, but with thin yarn, a small hook and my right hand tremor, I had a heck of a time doing it.  So then, I read the instructions while she did it.  We got it figure out and if and when she gets the afghan done, it is going to be beautiful!!!  Of course we laughed and giggled and chocked on our laughter and had a wonderful time.  Her husband recently in a nursing home, so it was a nice diversion--for both of us.
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Then Dar came over!  Just back from her vacation Up North.  She brought me Mackinaw Island fudge, which warmed my heart toward her...for about 3 whole minutes, until..................she gave me the history of the Soo Locks, and the fort at Mackinaw City and the Crucifix at Indian River and, and.....been there done that several times, but I listened as it was all new to her.  73 years old.  Born and raised in Michigan and this was the first time for her to see these things?

Then she asked, "How has everything been around here?"

"It's been pretty quiet around here......................."

"Oh!  I've got to tell you about my brother and sister-in-law.  They found a new house up in Alma."
<it's pronounced Al Ma.  She pronounces it All Mah>

and on and on she went.  It is even bigger than the mansion they sold on May 10th, for their retirement move to AZ on May 13th, and their subsequent move back here on May 30th.

"That's sounds nice......................"

"Oh!  I got the most wonderful copper wall hangings at Mackinaw City.  They cost more than my whole vacation.  <insert Three Stooges laugh> and.....oh, did you see Jackie yet."

"Yes--she got home Wednes......................"

"Then we stopped at the casino......................."

I quit listening...she went home.............and 30 minutes later.............phone rings..........

"Have you seen my purse?"

"No."

"It's Robins-Egg blue.  Did I leave it over there?  Go check by MY chair."

"Nope."

"Well, where did I put it?"

"I don't know Darlene.  Where did you put it?"

"I know I had it when I got home....then I did some laundry and put away some clothes.."

"Go back and retrace your steps.  Is it in your bedroom closet?"  I can hear her walking around.

Pause

"I've checked everywhere.  It is not here!"

"Did you check your office?"

"No!  Geez!  Why would it be in there?"

"Just check so you know for sure."

"I went in here, but..........wait..........oh here it is!  In my office closet!  Now why is it in here?

"Because...that's where you put it!"

DUH!!!
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Friday:

I finally got up to Wal-Mart to get groceries.  I have been without food for a few days.  $193.18, which was less than I expected for the amount of food I got.  They had Marie Callendar pot pies for $1.00.  I don't usually care for Pot Pies, but I had it Friday night and it was delish!!  The crust nice and brown and the thing was huge.  I could barely eat all of it!  They also had frozen entrees for $2.00 and I got six different kinds.  Also grnd round to make chili.

Took me seven trips to tote all the stuff into the house.  I had thought to call John to carry in the heavy things like the water jugs, cat litter and food, but decided I needed the exercise.  Of course last night, I could barely raise my left arm, shoulder hurts so bad.

About 9:30, I was watching the ball game and crocheting and the phone rang.  It was John.

Chit-chat, then....

"I hurt my shoulder today at school.  Putting heavy copy paper away, up on the shelf, for next year.  Had to move one of the copier machines and one Special Ed. teachers wanted to print out 600 pages for her to give to the kids for summer work."

"I have some really great horse liniment that will help your shoulder pain.  In fact, I just put some one my shoulder a little while ago.  If you need it, come get it."

"Okay--hm-mm, horse liniment?"

"Yes, it works great!!!"

"Okay-hm-mm, I will be over as fast as my little legs will bring me."

In a few minutes he was at the door---

"C'Mon in." I said.  He has never been in my house before.

He stepped in and stood by the door.

"Sit down while I get the liniment.  Oh and here is your soup container.  Best chicken noodle soup I ever had, John."

I went into the bathroom, got the liniment and handed it to him.

"Which shoulder?"

"My right one.  I can't even lift my arm.  It's the result of a bad accident I was in two years ago.  A guy in a pick-up T-boned me.  I also had a closed head injury and was in the hospital for two weeks."

"Do you want me to rub it on your shoulder for you?"

"No.  I'll wait until I get home.  I wouldn't want to take the chance that it might stain my shirt.  Oh--it even has a picture of a horse on it!"

"Hey--I got some Sweet Cherries at the store today.  Would you like some?"

"Ah--yeah.  Not too many though, I don't want to be up all night."

"Well, you don't have to eat them all at once," I said, as I filled up a Zip Lock quart baggie.

"Yes I do."

So we chatted a bit more and as he left, he said, "If this horse stuff works, you will see me galloping by tomorrow morning!"  and he whinnied.
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Lord love a duck--he is funny--a bit strange--but then again, aren't all my neighbors strange?

Lovely

I got to see Maisey yesterday.  John was taking her for her morning walk and when they got to my driveway, she stretched out her leash and headed toward the porch.  I was in this front computer room, so I stepped out on the porch.

Maggie (my cat) always comes to the screen door and she and Maisey talk through the screen.  John and I sat on the porch chairs and chatted.  He didn't have to work at the school yesterday, but he had promised a friend, with mild dementia, that he would come over and stay with the guy, while the wife went grocery shopping.  After that, he had to make a meal to take to an older couple--he does that the first Wednesday of every month.   

First he had to go to Meijer to get ingredients for the chicken noodle soup he was going to make for them and to the Brighton Bakery as the old couple like some kind of special bread and the bakery keeps it back for John to buy.  Then after all that, he wanted to go to church.

He goes to church every Sunday and Wednesday and sometimes to a group supper there on Saturday nights.  The group usually goes out to supper and a movie.

John is the middle of 13 children.  No wonder he likes to talk so much.  He probably didn't get enough attention when he was a kid.
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I planted the rest of my Impatiens and crocheted most of the day.  I had to run into Brighton to get more yarn.  Another 5 more strips and it should be done and, it is pretty.  Periwinkle, Plum and variegated yarn with those two colors in it.

I got around 5:00 and the phone rang.  It was Karen.  She and my oldest grand daughter, her daughter Helene were over to Jen's helping "stage" the house for an open house this weekend.  She told me that Elise's last band concert was at 6:30, if I wanted to go.  I washed up and jumped into some nice pants and top and went.

WOW!!  I was impressed with this 5th grade band.  kids!  Usually a 5th grade band concert--this is the first year the kids have learned how to play their instruments, doesn't sound all that great.  This band sounded as good as my kids band when they were in 8th grade.  

Elise plays her Mom's flute--that $400.00 one I bought for Jen when she was in 10th grade.  I noticed that Elise sits up straight in her chair AND she doesn't tap her foot to the beat, which I was always taught was a "no-no", so I was very proud of her.  She came up into the bleachers to sit with us, when her band was done.

Jennifer, Me, Elise, Helene, Karen

My oldest and youngest grand daughter's.

Note how tall Elise is.  5th grade--11 years old.  Helene is as tall as me.  I think I have mentioned before that it has always been a thing of pride in my family if the grand kids can be as tall as Mimi/Gramma.  I'm really glad that I am tall so the grand girls think it's okay and aren't a bit embarrassed about their height, like I was.  I had such a lovely time with part of my family.

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I got home around 8:00 and when I walked up on the porch, there by the door was a plastic container filled with chicken noodle soup--and it was still warm.  I carried it in, took the top off and ate half the container, as I had no supper.

Man...it was delicious.  I think the best chicken noodle soup I have ever had.  

Jackie, across the street, had arrived home from a weeks vacation this morning.  I had gathered her mail and watched her home and I figured she had made the soup for me.  Then..................I remembered about John saying he was making chicken soup for the old couple.  But--could a mere man cook like this?

So I called him.

"Hi, is this the Meals on Wheels man who left chicken noodle soup at my door for my supper?"

"Meals under wheels," he said.

"John!  This is the very best chicken noodle soup I have ever had!  I had to leave before I ate supper, I was hungry when I got home and... I just ate half  of it!"

"Well... I made so much...took about three meals worth over to the elderly couple, ate some myself and thought maybe you'd like some."

"Thank you so much.  I have been wishing I could find someone who would cook for me.  Are you taking orders?"

"What do you want?  Chili?  Potato Soup?  Shepard's Pie?"

"Shepard's what?"

"Shepard's Pie.  You make it out of sheep.  Do you have sheep on the farm?" (Hah, hah.)

Then he went on to explain how it's made--I've never had it and it didn't sound too good to me, but...if he ever makes it--I sure will try it.

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Okay, so John goes to church 2-3 times a week.  He reads his Bible every day.  He is an animal lover.  He mows lawns for his neighbors and cleans out their snow piled driveways FREE and...HE COOKS!  Plus, he gives great hugs and has kissable cheeks.  Hm-mm.

But, he talks too much and for too long.  He's only 5'6" and only 71 years old.  Hm-mm. 

I say, keep him as a platonic friend.  Right?

If he goes to church and reads his Bible that much, he wouldn't want unmarried sex anyway.  Right?

So I don't have to be scared of him?

Mid-Week

I have the hardest time finding titles for these posts.  I had the same problem when I was writing children's book--thus two books with the word "Treasure" in them.

My wee sis had her two Grand Girls come for a visit.  She let them put all the furniture back in the dollhouse.  She thought perhaps they'd play with it for an hour or so---SIX HOURS.  She tried to draw them into another activity, but they wanted to play with the doll house.  I am soooooo glad I gave it to her now, instead of waiting until I am dead.  Makes my heart smile knowing that two little girls are enjoying it, like so many little girls have in the past 70 years!
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I am becoming suspect of John.  He has no grammar skills, and you know that drives me crazy.  He uses "went" when he should say "gone".  Occasionally he says, "I seen that".  Makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.  He also hasn't watched TV in a year!  What kind of nut case is that?  He doesn't know how the sports teams are doing, nor does he know what is going on in the news.  He has no clue as to the names of the flowers growing in his gardens.  He loves all kinds of animals, even snakes! He doesn't own a recliner?  How can a man exist without his recliner!  

He isn't at all like Fred, which is probably the problem and also a good thing.  He does make me laugh--loud, deep laughter, snorting giggles, and that's really the only thing I need from him.
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Frank ambled by this morning.  I wonder if he and Agnes have ever met on their walks?

Wait. What?

All sorts of stuff going on in my head today.

I wish I looked this good!

Can you imagine the torment he has gone through all his life?  Bruce Jenner was a fantastic athlete--I loved him in the Olympics.  Now, he is a beautiful woman and I'll bet he is much happier.  I think of the physical pain he has suffered to get the womanly body he feels he was born to have. 

Some people go through money and pain for plastic surgery to look younger.  Most of the time, they look kind of strange and would better have just aged gracefully.  A lot of times, what they see in the mirror with their new look, is not what people see when they look at them.  Just look at Kenny Rogers.  GEEZ LOUISE--he would be much better looking if he had left himself alone.

Bruce Jenner, spent the money and went through the pain for a "real" reason, not a selfish one, in my opinion.  

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I had to run up to Wal-Mart to pick up my prescription.  I don't know many people in this area, so when I shop, I am not looking around to see if someone I know is in the store.  Today, as I was checking out, the lady ahead of me in line turned and said, "Well Hello, Judy."  A lovely lady from my home town that I have known all my life--graduated two years after me.  She is just as beautiful as she was in high school--perhaps more beautiful.  We hugged and chatted a little bit.  It was a wonderful gift in my otherwise ordinary day.

I did check out the garden area and they had 6 packs of Impatiens for $1.72 each, so I got a couple packs to plant in between my Hostas in the area under my Lilac bushes.  As I remember right, Impatiens look beautiful planted in with Hostas.

Back when I could afford it and could bend over to plant it, I bought 5 flats of Impatiens and planted in that area because I wanted masses of color.  Three years ago, when I had to divide some Hostas, I put them in this area.  Easier to car for.  I would like to put down some dark brown mulch, but don't know if I have it in me.  The kids did it three years ago for me, but.....................

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This is Agnes.  She walks so fast it was hard to get a picture of her.  Luckily I was inside and didn't have to talk listen to her.

Last month, when I had supper with Karen, I noticed she was wearing her high school class ring.  I was kind of glad to know she still had it, it cost quite a bit, and she said she found it in her jewelry box and decided to wear it again.

Two weeks ago, I found my class ring, in a little crystal glass where I have the rings and earrings I wear most of the time.  I decided to start wearing it.  Last week, when I went out to visit my wee sister, I noticed she was wearing her class ring too!

What's up with all this wearing of our class rings.  Maybe, because we can't afford plastic surgery, we are once again wearing our rings to feel younger?

Mine is nearly 60 years old--a bit worn down on the Eagle emblem on top, and a bit big (can you lose weight in your fingers?)  I weighed 120# when I first put this ring on.

Good Grief!!  I need plastic surgery on my hands!! 

No wait.  I need plastic surgery on my nose--it's too wide.  No wait.  I need my eyelids lifted.  No wait.  I need plastic surgery on my neck--no, it looks pretty good.  My boobs!  That's where I need it.  Breast reduction and get these puppies from a 40DD down to a nice C cup.  Then of course, there are places on my thighs I need the skin tightened and of course---take down the stomach to pre-pregnancy size.  

Where in the world would I stop?  I could have all the work done on my face and neck, but hands are where the real age shows and I don't think they have plastic surgery for that--or do they.  

Well--at least I'd look nice in my casket!! HAH!

  

June

"Go With Flow"--where are you?  You haven't posted in an age and a half and I'm worried about you.
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I love it when a new month starts on a Monday.  It helps me feel more mentally knowing what day it is all month.  

Saturday morning, it was rainy and so muggy.  I closed up the windows and turned on the A/C.  Late Saturday afternoon, a cold front came through.  I turned off the A/C and opened windows and the front door.   Saturday evening at 10:00, I was cold--it was 49 outside.  Closed up the windows and door.  11:00, it was cold inside, so...I turned on the furnace.

Sunday, the highest the outside temp here was 49 degrees.  Back wearing sweatshirts, jeans, sox and slippers inside!

Today--it looks like no rain and a bit of cloudy sun, maybe into the 60's.

My lawn mowing guy arrived early, 8:00, and woke me up--thankfully, because he always checks to see if I want my lawn mowed.  If he doesn't get an answer at my door, he doesn't do it.  I jumped into my clothes, opened the door and gave him the "thumbs up" sign.  From now on, he will put me on the same schedule as Dar and Jackie and mow every other Monday.  $20.00 a time.  I owe him $80.00 for May--YIKES!  Used to could afford that every week mow job...can't now!
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John called last night.  He was going to his sister's, about 80 miles north of here, for his nephews' graduation open house.  He was taking Maisey.  I asked him how his day trip was.  

He got about five miles from home when he remembered that he hadn't remembered to grab the graduation card on his way out the door--because he was worried about Maisey and had sat up a nice, blanket and box for her to lay in on the passenger front seat.

Came back, let Maisey out of the car to pee, got the card, back in the car and off he went.

Up by Flint, some 20+ miles, Maisey had a mini-seizure and threw up all over the area she was in.

"I had a migraine by then, so I just turned around and came home!  Maisey gets nervous when she goes in the car.  I shoulda known better!"

I told him he could get a mild tranquilizer from her vet for her and a mild tranquilizer from his doctor for him!
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Pretty quiet around here today.  I did a load of towels and rugs.  Tried to find something to eat for lunch--Old Mother Hubbard am I.

Watched my Soap and then started at 2:00 to vacuum, dust and in general, clean up this house!

I have a specially-made rug in front of the cat litter box that is "supposed" to catch the tiny pieces of litter off the cats paws, when they exit their bathroom.  I don't care how well it works, and it works pretty well, there is always little pieces of litter over the living room.  As they walk from computer room into living room, the rug by the front door catches some and the first half of the living room carpet catches, what is left in the crevices of their paws.

Plus, my carpeting is old and worn and if I don't vacuum every few days, it looks even more old and worn.  It had been 7 days since I vacuumed.  Plus, dried up helicopter's off the Maple tree had been tracked in.

It's also been a while month since I've dusted everything, so that needed to be done and knick knacks sitting on "things" also needed dusting.

It ended up being a two hour straight cleaning session.

I should be glad I live in a small house.  When I lived in my two-story house, I did a room a day and 3 loads of laundry, and it took at least two hours.  I couldn't do that now--of course, that was almost 30 years ago before I had back problems, arthritis, dizzy head, etc.

Then, I sat down and crocheted--I do believe I am more than half-way done with the project and it is looking quite nice.
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Why is it, when you call the doc's office the minute they open in the am and tell them, "Can you please renew my Metoprolol prescription?  I only have one left."  It takes them two days to do it and you have to go to the pharmacy and beg for "just one pill to get me through until my prescription is ready."  Because the doc has only given you a months supply with no renewal, even though he knows damn well, you will have to take that med for the rest of your life?