Re-Cap the Weekend

 The Lemon seeds I planted, germinated in 6 days.  I now have 5 sprouts.








The 60th anniversary party up in Byron was okay. She did say, "Judy, are you going to sing for us again today?"

I replied, "Oh, Shirley.  I don't want to ruin your party with the notes from my gravelly, raspy old voice!"

I think my favorite part was being in the church.  The church where I was raised.  The party was in the community room downstairs, so when I first got their, I went up the steps to the sanctuary and just sat down in my "used to be" normal pew.  So many wonderful memories there of baptisms, Christmas programs, vacation Bible school, weddings.  Sad ones too, my grandma, and parent's funerals, my Best Friend's too.

Afterwards, I got to drive west out of town, into the farmland and stop at Pammies.  It is so quiet and peaceful out on the farms.

Pammie was busy mowing her 2.5 acre lawn and was ready for a break!  My her place is beginning to look beautiful again, since the jerk who was living there has removed himself and most of his junk cars/trucks/lawn mowers/campers/tires!

Pammie said, "Momma is pride a sin?"

"Yes--it's listed as one of the seven deadly sins. Why?"

"Oh.  My lawn looks so pretty and I feel prideful about it.  I'm going to Hell, aren't I?"

"I don't think being proud of your hard work and beautiful lawn is prideful.  You don't go around boasting about it, do you?"

"No."

"Well then....seeings as how you are a Catholic, I think maybe it is a venial sin and not a major sin."

"What's the difference?"

"I don't really know.  Ask Karen."

"I hope it's not a sin."

"You could go to confession I suppose."

"Oh---Momma, I haven't been in seven years!  I don't think the Priest has that much time to listen to all my confession!"

"Start with the pride you have in your lawn.  Your penance would probably only be one, "Our Father". 
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Then it was on up the road a half-mile to visit Susan.  I looked up at Mark's place as I went by, but no one was home.

Susan was feeling a bit better, after her revisit to the oral surgeon.  He irrigated the dry socket and packed it with Oil of Cloves saturated gauze.  

I wanted to take some photos, using the ancestral cradle up stairs in her home.  I finished the baby blanket for Chris--using her pattern that I did the Twin XL blanket from.
  

Then, on my way home, I stopped at Pammies again.

"Hey--I forgot to ask you.  You said you were going to message us about Mark's MRI results and I haven't heard a thing."

"Didn't you get my text?  I sent it out Wednesday night."

"I don't get texts."

"I texted it to everyone's phone and your e-mail address."

"Nope.  I did get an e-mail with your phone number on the "From" space, but when I opened it up, there was nothing there."

"Okay"..........and she started fiddling with her phone.  "I am going to have to text it to everyone, then bring up the message again and forward it to your e-mail.  I just did, let me know if you got it."

"All right, but...tell me what you know, okay?"

"Brother Mark called me Wednesday night."

"He called you?"

"Yeah, I know.  He never calls anyone, but..........he was NOT sober"

"Oh my. I thought he didn't drink anymore."

"He doesn't...normally...but he'd had a few beers.  Anyway, he had two MRI's, each lasting two and a half hours!  They showed the tumor in his prostate is shrinking and the other two aren't growing.  He is to continue taking the shots and the pills to kill the hormone and go back to the doc in two months."

"Oh. MY. Gosh!"

"Yeah, I know.  He was pretty happy about it."

"Well, I guess that's good news....I guess."

"I'm going to wait and call Cindy or Mark in a couple of days.  Hopefully, they will both be sober and I can learn more."
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So I drove home smiling and checked my e-mail and sure enough---there was the forwarded text.

Cheesed Off!

I have had a sick head ache for the last two days.  The pain in my neck, goes up into my skull and aches and makes me nauseous.  I have a real problem with C1-C2-C3- & C-4.  Plus L2-L2- &L3.  Usually with the L (Lumbar) I can rest and it gets better.  With the C (Cervical), my head is so big and heavy that there is no rest for my neck.

I decided to call and see if I could get into the Chiropractor today.  I woke up this morning, and my neck and head felt great!  Who knows?!
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Then I went for a walk, up to the corner and back---without stopping!!  Usually I have to stop half-way up and back to rest my back a bit.  My hips, thighs and back hurt, but I just kept going and seemed to be a bit steadier.  Sometimes my back gets so fatigued that I walk like a drunken sailor.

Some people paint or stencil a tree branch on their wall and on up on their ceiling.  On my walk, I found a really neat branch off (Fred's) the Aspen Tree and this is what I did.

I think it's neat that it looks like the "invisible" breeze, has the new branch going in the same direction as the driftwood branch I found on the beach at Nags Head, NC and the small branch, that I found in the Upper Peninsula, over on the shelf, the Sea Oats in the picture AND, the new branch is off Fred's Tree so maybe it was a sign from him?  (Nah--I don't believe in that stuff!)

I like how it goes up onto the ceiling.

I can't wait for Pearl and Dar to see it.  Pearl will think I should hang artificial, jeweled butterflies from the branches.  Dar will wonder why I have a "maybe" bug ridden dead branch in my house.
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My new glasses cost $238.50.  I had nearly $200.00 saved and planned on getting them next month.  I have had the prescription since May.

For the last month, the front brakes on my car have been making a kind of "we are worn out" sound.  I checked and it's been about five years since I had new ones put on.  BUT--in that time, I have only driven about 10,000 miles, they should still be okay, BUT, probably rusted out from the rain/snow/salt on the roads.  

As I was falling asleep last night, I pondered on calling Pammie and seeing if she and I could arrange putting on the brakes by the guy, who lives out by her, that she uses for all her auto repairs.  I figured I could coordinate my brake job on a day she has off.  She could pick me up at his house (2 miles away), then I'd spend a couple of hours at her house, she would take me back and I'd come home.  I knew he'd be cheaper than taking my car to the service shop where I normally go.

Well, that plan did not work out!!!  Pam has no idea what days she will be working next week.  When and If she does get a day or two off, she has to finished staining some old people's deck.  Friends of my Dad's AND they are paying her.

So I called my service shop and was told, "$300.00 for the job."  I said,"Thanks" and hung up.  I looked on-line and found brake pads from 24-58 dollars.  Why such a big charge?  Oh yeah, labor around here is $75-$80 bucks an hour!

So I called back and asked to speak to the owner.  He and Fred became friends.  Fred had tried three or four service places and like these guys the best and I have taken my car there for about five years.

"Hi Ken.  Judy Miller here.  I need new front brakes on my car.  They are making a rumbling, grinding noise.  I don't need any thing real special...the car is seventeen years old and I only drive about two thousand miles a year.  Can you give me an estimate?"

"Sure.  What make and model....oh never mind, I see your past services in the computer.  Are you still living at 6413 Lakeview Lane?"

"Yup."

"Okay--let me see."
<Jeopardy "think" song here.............>

"Judy?"

"Yes."

"I don't want to put the cheapest brakes on your car.  You will get a lot of black dirt off them..in a couple of months they will start squealing and making a noise.  I have a middle grade that should work great for you.  Plus, we will clean the cylinder, file all the rust off the rotors and give them a turn, if they need it."

"How much?"

"We can do it for...hmmm...right around one hundred and ninety-nine dollars."

"Can you take a look at the rest of the car to make sure it is good to go for winter?"

"Yep--we always do that.  No charge."

"Okay.  When can I bring it in?"

"What days are you free next week?"

"Any day.  Around ten o'clock?"

"Okay...how about Tuesday morning at ten?"

"Perfect.  See ya then."
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So...there goes my emergency cash I had saved up the last three months for my glasses.  Oh well--I guess, being able to stop my car is far more important than seeing!!  I don't wear glasses to drive, so................

I called Maisey's Daddy and he will follow me into town and bring me back home, so I don't have to sit in the shop for 3 hours.  Maybe he will take me back too, or Merle.  

It is real hard to get a ride around here.  I won't ask Pearl because she can barely get out of the park, without taking down a couple of mail boxes.  Dar has to work, or I'd ask her.  Pay back for when I had to go into Brighton to pick her up from work last month. 

John is the best choice.  He will take a thank you hug and be happy.  Merle would want a thank you hug too and try and cop a feel!  
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I felt pretty ambitious today, so I mopped my kitchen floor,

which has needed it for a month or so, watered my outside containers, checked out my Zinnia garden, which was a big FAIL this year,

and dusted everything inside and vacuumed.

I have not been inspired at all to do any of those things lately.




I didn't go to the Old School Gal Pals luncheon yesterday.  It was up near Byron.  Tomorrow, I have to go to Byron to a 60th wedding anniversary--I could only manage one trip up there because I have less than half a tank of gas and only $1.99 in my checking/debit card.  HAH

I sang at the couples wedding or I would not go.  I can't really stand either one of them, but they personally invited me, so I feel I should go.  It will be nice to see some of the Byron people again.  I just hope they don't want me to sing because, there is no way, "Oh Promise Me' and "I Love You Truly" will come out of my old, gravelly voice box!

Afterwards, I will bop out to see Pammie and my "Lil" sister.  She thinks she has a dry socket where her tooth was removed.  ARGGH!

No News, Is Good News?

In this case, no news drives me nutsy-cuckoo!

Dar came over last night.  Why does she always show up when I want to watch Jeopardy?
<I'm such a selfish person!>

She wanted to tell me all about the quarter of a million dollar wedding she went to last week.  A Jewish/Islamic wedding.  It was interesting.  Jewish ceremony.  Arab/Islamic reception.

Dar went on to describe the "hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of gifts".  The hundreds dollars she spent on her outfit--her Dad wore his tux, her sister-in-law spent hundreds of dollars on her outfit, on and on because with Dar--everything in life is about $$$.

She claims to be a Christian, with Jesus sitting on the chair next to her bed, but...I have never heard of her donating a penny to any worth charity or church.
<There I go again, with un-Christian thoughts.>
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So--Rosie O'Donnel's adopted daughter ran off for awhile?  I figure she was probably just taking a break from her nutsy-cuckoo mother.  Although the girl has emotional and mental issues.  So would I, growing up with Rosie!
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The friend's son-in-law that I wrote about--the one killed on the expressway, by a woman who made an illegal turn from one of those emergency only u-turn places?  His funeral was yesterday.  Over a hundred cars in the procession and at least that many bikers and also Navy honor guards.  By far the largest funeral our little town of Byron has seen in many years.

He was a very giving young man--always helping others right up to donating his organs.  He and his wife organized a yearly Cruising For A Cure, bike ride and used the money raised for a child with cancer, in our community.

Very sad--he had NO broken bones and only a small scrape on his arm from the accident. HOWEVER, he was not wearing his helmet.  His head took the full impact when he hit the ground.  IF he had been wearing the helmet, he'd be alive and telling his story today.

Another bad thing?  Bert was a Michigan State University Spartan, through and through.  He died at the University of Michigan hospital.  A lot of us have found that ironic.  I am going to put a card in my wallet that states: "If I am ever in an accident and air flighted out--take me to East Lansing, NOT Ann Arbor!"

Coming into Byron.

My friend, with her hubs.

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There was a man from Ohio, who witnessed the accident, and when the driver of the car took off, at a high rate of speed, he followed her until he could get close enough to see the make, model, color and license plate of the car.  The police have arrested her.  Only 22 years old!

One of my favorite sayings comes to mind:

Bert should have had his helmet on and the young woman has certainly ruined her destiny.

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Felt punk most of the day.  I've been closed up in the house for 5 days because of heat and humidity.  75% humidity most of the time.  Can't even open the bedroom window at night.  Tomorrow promises a cold front and break in the weather.  I hope it's here by the time I wake up.  Windows and doors will be open to catch the fresh breezes coming in.

Wood Chucks, Opossums and Baby Sisters

A sister blogger, Jean from Misadventures of Widowhood, posted about her misadventures with a Wood Chuck.  How do city people get rid of such a nuisance?  You can't very well shoot the thing.  You can't really send the dog out to chase it away.  Wood Chucks are notorious for carrying rabies.

It all made me laugh and remember an instance, when I lived in a city and my neighbor had such a problem--only it was a Possum.

Across the street neighbor called my house mate Ernie.  "Come quick!  There's a big rat sitting on the chain link fence and I'm afraid to let the dogs out!"

Ernie scampered across the street and came back to tell me.

"Phyllis has a Possum sitting on her fence.  I don't know how to get rid of it.  It won't move!"

I said, "Get a shovel and pound it on the head to kill it.  That should take care of the problem."

"Kill it?  I don't want to kill it."

"Well you can't leave it there.  Phyllis won't let the dogs out and she will be calling you every twenty minutes to do something."

"Yeah, but.........my Dad told me once that if I were ever lost in the woods, I could kill a Possum and cook the meat and I wouldn't starve."

"Really?  Good advice I suppose.  BUT--number one, you aren't lost, number two, you aren't in the woods, and number three...you aren't starving.  You have to get rid of the Possum.  Hit the dang thing over the head with the shovel and everything will be as before."

"Maybe I could live trap it and take it out to your Dad's farm and release it?"

"Ah--no.  In the first place, that is against the law.  In the second place, my Dad has enough Possums, he doesn't want anymore."

He went outside and I saw him walk across the street, big shovel in hand.  I listened.  I heard the "whang, whang" of shovel meeting chain link fence--twice.

Twice?  Must have missed the first time.

Then I saw him walking back across the street, holding the dead Possum, out at arms length, by its tail.

"Now what do I do with it?"

"Put it a garbage bag and throw it in the freezer in the garage.  Then on garbage pick-up day, put it in the garbage pail.  The garbage men won't even know and the Possum won't care."

Ernie actually had tears in his eyes and later, bad dreams about his Possum hunt.

I have been known, while driving on country roads, to nearly put my car in the ditch trying to run down Possums and Wood Chucks!!  However, I'd stop in traffic to save a Turtle, so I'm not all bad!
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My little sister and her hubs stopped in today. on their way home from Brighton.  My sister had a back tooth extracted and she had to change the gauze 20 minutes out from her surgery.  She didn't want to be sedated, (silly girl), so she was still shaking from the whole experience.

She was so precious.  I just wanted to take her on my lap and soothe her and rock her in the rocking chair.  Her first extraction.  She acted like she had had a major operation.  

She waited another half hour, changed the gauze again and then they beat it for home--a 35 minute drive.

I doubt she will have any pain when the Novocaine wears off, other then where she got the shots.  Her jaw is probably going to hurt more from the way she was clenching her teeth down on that gauze pad.  

She was going straight home, take her pain pills and go to bed!  Lord a Mercy.  I hope she never has to have a knee or hip replacement.  HAH

Weird Day

Friday was a strange day and Sunday was a weird day.  The titles of my blog posts, seem to tell the true picture of my life!!

I was quite uneasy all day yesterday.  I had e-mailed Pam, Susan, Karen and even Jennifer to see if they had heard anything about Mark and got ZERO replies.  Which of course made me think that something terrible was going on and they were rehearsing their "script" before telling me.

I couldn't sleep Saturday night, even with the Melatonin I take each night.  So I got back up at 1:00 and took a Benedryl.  Then got up at 2:30 and took a Tylenol PM.  It's  a wonder I even woke up this morning.  ONLY KIDDING--that wouldn't be enough medicine to permanently put me out.

I got up this morning, watched a couple of my favorite preacher programs and decided that I could not let this not knowing drive me crazy and I wouldn't bother any of them.  Let them notify me and just forget about it in the meantime.

I showered and took off to JoAnn's, in Brighton, to get another skein of baby yarn to finish up my project for friend Chis.  Then  back, 4 miles west up the road to Howell and Wal-Mart.  Diet Pepsi liters was $1.00.  It was so miserably hot and the A/C in my car isn't exactly perfect, so it was not a nice outing.  86 today, which really isn't all that bad, but with the humidity/dew point--it is miserable.

I unloaded the trunk of my car and spent the rest of the day inside, cross stitching and watching a baseball game/golf tourney/couple of movies.  

My phone rang about 4:00 and it was Pammie.

"Momma, the reason I haven't e-mailed you back is because, I don't know a thing!"

"Oh.  Okay.  I just wondered because I know Mark had an MRI last Friday, before your birthday, and I thought the results should have been in my now and the docs would have a treatment plan mapped out."

"Well, Cindy told Jen..............oh........I didn't tell you.  Jen was in the hospital Thursday night and part of Friday."

"What?  Why?"

"She stopped at the ER on the way home from work Thursday to get a breathing treatment.  This humidity and heat play havoc with her asthma and she was having trouble breathing.  Then she mentioned that she was having pain in her chest and they wouldn't release her.  On Friday morning, she had a stress test, an EKG and an Echo cardiogram.  Nothing wrong with her heart at all."

"Well, how great that she got those tests so she knows.  I'm glad about that.  She is under a lot of stress and that can cause chest pain and all sorts of thing...I suppose having an asthma attack could cause that too.  What did Cindy tell Jen?"

"That's the weird thing.  Jen called me and said, 'Isn't the news about Mark wonderful?'  I asked her what news and she said, that Cindy had called her and told her the doctor's told Mark he has twenty years."

"Wait.  What?"

"That's what Cindy told Jen."

"That can't be true!  He has prostate cancer and three other tumors in his bones.  Did they misread the original MRI?"

"I DON'T KNOW MOM!"

"Don't yell.  I'm just thinking out loud here.  Why would Cindy tell Jen something like that?"

"Well she didn't call me and tell me that.  I know that he has started on his shots to kill his testosterone.  Maybe that could make the tumors shrink?"

"I don't know, Honey.  I don't know anything about cancer really.  You got heart disease, or have to have heart surgery--I know a lot about that, but........not cancer....except what Aunt Arlene went through.  I know she had Stage 4 ovarian cancer and they didn't have much hope, but with chemo, she lasted four years and felt good through most of that time."

"Well, I have vacation this week, so tomorrow, I am going to wait until Cindy goes to work and then, I am driving up and see what brother Mark has to say.  We are going to have a sit down and I am going to find out!"

"Well, if he will talk to anyone, it would be you.  You two have been close all your life."

"Yeah--as close as Mark gets to anyone!  Maybe Cindy was just being over positive?  I don't know, but I am going to find out and then...I will let you know."
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  Weird I tell you.  Just weird!!

Strange Day

I must have been very tired because, last night I went to bed at 11:30, slept all night and didn't wake up until 10:15 this morning!!

Could be depression?  Could be all the emotional stuff I am dealing with in my waking hours, making me exhausted?

PLUS--it is 85 degrees outside with a dew point of 60!!!  You can't go outside, unless you want to suffocate.  I do not do well with heat and humidity.  Even closed up inside with the A/C running, it feels very stuffy.  This heat-wave with continue all next week too.

My friends son that died on his 55th birthday from a instant cardiac arrest?  Karen went out with him once, in the late '70's.  Back in 1956, I had gone out with his dad, a couple of times.  MY Dad thought it would be cool for me to date a guy who was a farmer.  I thought he was slow and shy and not very interesting.  Bad mistake--he is now a millionaire three times over.

The other kid that was killed on the motorcycle?  The Son-In-Law of a school friend of mine.  His wife has steadily posted photos of them on FB and hospital reports and the like.  Plus she has been on the Detroit nightly news  It's like she is so nutsy-cuckoo with shock and grief that she has to keep posting something to keep him alive?  Usually people are pretty quiet on FB when one of their loved ones dies.

Something I found truly weird--today she posted, by invitation only, for people to arrive at the hospital at 8:00am.  They will sit outside the operating room, while a surgical team removes all of his organs, for donation.  Then they will be able to see him, afterwards, when his organs and life support has been removed.

He has been medically brain dead since Tuesday afternoon,.  "They" kept him alive so they could do get everything ready for organ donation.  I've heard of that.  They had over 65 people come in yesterday to "visit" him and this morning, slightly less than that will attend his "harvesting.

It kind of creeps me out.  Wouldn't you want to be just with a few family members?  I don't know--seems weird to me.

They still haven't found the car that caused the accident that took his life.  It was on the expressway that goes north, clear to the Mackinaw Bridge.  No one got the license plate number--only a description of the car.  That car could be in any number of States by now or even Canada.
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I have heard nothing from my son's GF, or my sister, or daughters.  I sent Pam and e-mail and she has ignored it.  I asked my sister if she had heard anything and she suggested I e-mail Pam.

I can handle anything!  I can handle the worse possible scenario.  What I can't handle is the not knowing.  It's like waiting for the other shoe to drop and makes me very nervous.  
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Yesterday, I had my monthly trip to Gleaner's Food Bank.  There really wasn't much that I needed, but I did get a couple of packages of frozen ground beef, a gallon milk, cat food, grape jelly and strawberry jelly, some kind of squashed English Muffins and Croissants, and canned goods.

When I got home, I noticed I already had grape jelly and some other canned goods.  So, I put the extra in a couple of plastic bags and when Pearl's neighbor went to work, I took them down and put them on his front porch steps.  This young man is very nice, but has had some hard times.  He needs to be on Welfare and go to the food bank, but he won't.  Too proud.  So occasionally I will drop off some stuff I have or some cat food--he has one rescued kitty.  He has no clue that I am the one doing this and I hope he never finds out.
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The Wiccan who lives between Pearl and me, went to a Pagan Pride Festival last Saturday.  Her pet Guinea Pig that she adores, was sick so she took it to the vet Saturday morning.  When they got home, the pig was dead.  

Oh My Gosh--the screaming and crying coming off her back porch was chilling.  I thought at first her husband had dropped over dead.  I don't know why she was out on her porch with all this racket.  Maybe she wanted everyone to know and come running?  Maybe she wanted to get away from the dead pig?

Monday she posted a picture on FB of the new paint job her husband has just completed.  7 layers of different colored purple paint layered and sponged onto the wall.  I immediately knew why the Guinea Pig had died.  Paint fumes are toxic to Guinea Pigs--a paint job that lasted over two weeks and they never thought to put the piggie outside on the porch, or at least close the door to its room and open the window--any window.

Pearl said, "That girl doesn't deserve to have any animals!  All of them she takes in, she either gives away in six months or they die."

"I said, "Serves her right for going to worship Pagan gods and goddesses."  
<Yes, I know.  I am an evil person, prone to prejudices and probably going straight to hell!>
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Dar was over and it wasn't too bad, actually.  She was getting ready to go to the wedding of her 4th cousin, twice removed, or something like that.

She had met John and Maisey as she was walking over--they were going for their evening walk.

John said, "Where are you going all dressed up?"

She replied, "To my cousin's wedding."

He said, "I've been married twice.  I left the first one and the second one left me."  and he ambled on.

She thought his response was quite odd and I said, "Yes.  He sometimes says things that have hardly anything to do with the subject matter."

 Then I told her about the time John and I were having a porch-chat and Merle stopped by.  I had told John and Pearl about my son Mark's diagnosis of cancer.

Merle said, "I'm so sorry to hear about your son."

Just as I was about to thank him, John said, "I worked for thirty years at Dynastics in Brighton."

Huh?
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Do you see why I often state that I am living around people like I have never known in my entire life?  They seem so weird that I sometimes think I am in the middle of a bad, nonsense, kind of dream!

Maybe someday, I will come out of the coma I have been in and wake to see I am still living out on my farm!!!!!
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Wrap an ear of sweet corn in a wet paper towel.


5 minutes on high.

The last week or so, I seem to have gone vegetarian.

No need to wonder why it is called a 

Rose of Sharon bush.

From the side, the blossoms look like roses.
From the front, I think they look like Holly Hocks.

  
      

This N' That

Maggie must have thought the sun was too bright, so she stuck her head under the table cloth and took her nap.

...and someone else was napping under the couch!

I posted this on Face Book--you may have seen it.

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"It has been brought to my attention that my flippant, sarcastic way of speaking has caused misunderstandings and hurt, especially to people close to me.  Apparently, when I make a sarcastic remark and then laugh, I cannot assume the person knows I am only kidding or teasing.  I was raised in a family where sarcasm, flippant and teasing remarks were an everyday thing.  We called it "humor" and at one time, I was praised for my quick wit.  I am rarely serious about most things in life, so it will be difficult for me to change, but...change I must.

So, Dear Hearts, please bear with me through this life changing transition.  (Geez Louise!  Another sarcastic remark!)"

My Daddy had a wicked wit and made many sarcastic comments--none of them hurt me because I knew he was kidding.  All of their friends bantered back and forth like that.  I was raised in that atmosphere.  Then in school, everyone was like that.  If someone stumbled a bit, we'd all call out, "How ya doing, Grace."  Everyone laughed, including the kid who stumbled--many times the stumbler was me.LOL

Perhaps today that would be called bullying?

Then a friend explained, in today's society, everyone is either texting, e-mailing, Tweeting, or making comments on Face Book.  We no longer communicate in the conventional way--face-to-face.  We don't see the person's facial expression, body language or hear the inflection in their voices.

Thus, a flippant or sarcastic remark could be taken at face value and deemed to be nasty or mean.  Where it would normally be laughed at in a face-to-face chat.