Spooky

Today's high temperature:  56 degrees

Rainy all afternoon

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I saw this posted on Face Book this morning and guess who it reminded me of?

My lawn guy showed up this morning and got the rest of my leaves mulched and bagged.  A good thing because today is the last day for the yard waste pick-up.  I only had a dozen bags this year.

So--no more lawn mowing to pay for.  YAY!

Do you remember the Hydrangea's Pearl gave me last month?  I put them in a vase and set them up to dry.  Look how nice they turned out.

Then

              and now

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I'm so proud of Pammie!  She lives at Jen's for most of the week.  She forgot to get an absentee ballot, so, today, she drove all the way back up to Byron to vote and then drove all the way back down here.  She had to take Evan with her.  Took her over an hour and close to 45-50 miles.  I don't know many people with a commitment so strong to go through all that just to vote!  She is her Momma's child.  I have never missed an election--50+ years now.  I'm sure her vote for Governor probably canceled mine, LOL.

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The high light of my day.  Andrew turned 13 yesterday.  Tonight we went out for supper.  I always stand behind the kids for our picture, so I can see how they are growing.  This year, we stood side by side--I wouldn't be able to see over his head!

He skipped 7th grade when he went into public school this year.  Plus, he takes two high school courses the first two hours of the day--Advanced Geometry and German.

I only had to ask if he liked the new school and...I got the whole lowdown on what happened last year in their church and church school.  I was horrified!!

I never cared for their head minister--he was so arrogant to me every time I spoke to him.  After Jen's and my fiasco, he is the one who told her, "honor thy mother does not come into being in this case."  I was shocked at that because I don't know ANY minister who would say that.  They would speak of forgiveness.  

Then, last year on his birthday when Andrew told me about the minister--had invited people over to watch the UofM versus MSU football game.  The kids were in the family watching with him and when MSU started beating UofM, he started yelling, swearing, threw a book at the TV and told the kids to leave the room.  Again, I thought  "what kind of a minister of the church is this guy!"

  

Well--the parents of the six graders had formed a group.  They were trying to enlarge the school to include 7th and 8th grade.  They were researching teachers.  The minister addressed the group one night and said, "Get someone who we could pay a low salary."  One of the parents remarked that they needed good teachers to prepare the kids for high school.  The minister said, "Well, they don't have to have accreditation--most of our teacher's don't and they are doing all right."

Jen was appointed by the group to check into this and she did and...found it not only to be true, but that they were teaching at below most other schools in the area.

In a science class that Andrew was taking, the teacher's would not address or let the kids read a chapter where it stated, "the earth was formed 4 billion years ago," because that statement went against the church's tenets.

The minister told the Associate Pastor to set the schedule for classes and times for the school.  The Associate Pastor was the principal of the school.   After working for several months on it, the minister took the job away from him.  This caused hurt feelings--as the associate pastor is a really good guy.

One day, during their 2 hour religion class, the minister had the kids watch a film on Evolution versus Creationism.  Afterwards, he asked Andrew what he thought.  Andrew replied, "I thought Mr. Nye made some good points.  I think that evolution and creation can be used together.  God caused the Big Bang and created our earth and everything on it. Evolution is how we have grown through the process."

WELL--the minister yelled at him in front of the class, then pulled him out of class.  Made him sit in his office and told Andrew that he was going against everything he had been taught.  Everything the church believed.

Jennifer was called in.  The minister got all over her and wondered what she was teaching her child.  When she explained that she was teaching her children to ask questions, to research and explore all different perspectives.  The minister informed her that she was a "just a woman" and it wasn't her place to teach her children anything about church doctrine--that was to be left up to him.  Jennifer told him, as the children's mother it was her duty to bring them up to be good Christians and that included being fair to others beliefs.  The minister told her to leave.

The next week, they got a letter in the mail telling them they had been "kicked" out of the church.  A week later, they got another letter that informed them, their membership had been rescinded--they were excommunicated and they were not allowed to even come onto the grounds of the church or school!

I can only imagine how Jennifer felt--the humiliation.  She worked hundreds of hours, pro-bono, for the school.  She was on many committees.  She thought they were top dogs in that church.  She must have been devastated.  The only redeeming feature is that, 20 families also left the school AND the church.

This is a Lutheran church and I know they aren't keen about women having any positions of authority in the church, but...................................this particular church seems to be strange in all their thinking.

So--basically that church treated Jennifer in the same way she treated me.  However, I feel no vindication in any of this.  I'd like to find that minister and slap the living "you know what" out of him.  How DARE he treat my daughter like that.  How DARE he treat my grandchild like that!!!

I told Andrew, "You guys ought to start going to the Methodist church.  We are all about free will and choice and asking questions.  We all approach our relationship to God in different ways."

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I will NEVER tell Jen what Andrew told me.  If, someday, she wants to tell me herself, that will be fine, I still won't betray Andrew's confidence.  She probably thinks I would say, "told you so", because six years ago I DID tell her I thought her minister was a bit too haughty in his sermons and the way he acted, but I sure wouldn't say anything like that to her.

Oh--he loved it when she headed committees that should have been his job.  He loved when they were paying huge amounts of money to the church AND school and encouraging other families to enroll.  But, one tiny disagreement on something that has been debated for years and has no real consequence to how my grandchildren believe--and they get kicked out.  

Can you imagine getting a letter from your church saying that you can no longer attend?  I suppose if I went to that church, I'd been kicked out long ago--one, for being divorced and two, for living with a man I wasn't married too.  Good thing the Methodist church is a bit more forgiving, loving and lenient.

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I wish I had a recent picture of Evan, but I did get the kids school pictures today.

Elise 10 1/2

                                                                  Alex 8


And this is what is spooky--at least to me--
                                                                   Andrew 13

My ex-his grandpa
at age 16

The same nose--eyes, thank goodness, Andrew doesn't have grandpa's pointy ears.

He's got MY slight cleft in his chin and a different mouth, but.....................you can sure tell these two are related!












Every time I see Andrew, it sort of shakes me--he looks so much like Gary did at the same age and I think, Andrew will look more like him, the older he gets.  He is going to be a handsome man!

I Love Monday's!

Today's high temperature was:  59

Sunny and bright

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Friends in Florida are complaining about their freezing temperatures--they had the same 45 degrees as we woke up to this morning.  They are searching for their coats, hats and mittens and I haven't even taken my winter coat out of the closet.   I don't usually wear a coat outside until December.

So--I had another weird dream last night.  Remember me telling you a few weeks ago I had a dream that President Obama took me on a "tour" of the Oval Office and made me have sex in the back room?  Well, last night I had another unsettling dream about Mark Shauer--the man running for Governor of our State and...another Democrat!  It didn't involve sex, thank goodness, but I was in a crowd of people that were pushing and shoving and I was shoved up against a man's back.  I could hardly breathe!  He turned around, put his arms around me and said, "There, that's better now isn't it?"  I looked up and recognized him.  He's kind of cute, close up.  Then he kissed me and got into a limo and drove away and I woke up.

I think I know why these kinds of dreams involve Democrats.  Basically I think they're going to "screw" me, in one way or another.  That's my interpretation and I'm sticking with it.

As I am doing this research on ancestor's, I have to think how they must be spinning in their graves--over the fact that we have "some" Democrats in our family.  A 5th great grandfather was extremely ill, but hired a flat bed carriage, so he could lay down on it, take him to the polls to vote.  He had to be assisted or, practically carried in.  They mentioned that he was a "devoted man to his country and a straight Republican."  Thank goodness I can vote absentee now!!!

I will be glad when this mid-term election is over.  Thank goodness for caller I.D.--I don't answer the calls, but these ads are all over TV and even on the FaceBook games I play.  Sick of it!!!  Then we will get a year's political campaigning quietness and then it will all start again, for a year before the Presidential election.  <Sigh>

I saw this on FB and it gave me a chuckle:

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Okay--enough of that!

I jumped into my car at 9:45 and ran up to Brighton to the Inkjet refill place.  Had a $3.00 off coupon and the color inkjet only cost me $16.00.  Quite a difference than buying a brand new one at $30+.

Came home and threw a load of clothes into the washer, came in here and was just getting my MoJo going on my ancestry research and I saw Dar walking over.  ARGGH!

"Oh my Lord!  I just had to come over.  I just got back from Doctor Amy, my Chiropractor and I didn't even go inside the house---I just came right over."

"What's going on?"

"Oh--you're not busy are you?"

"Well...kind of, but......."

"Well...I just have to tell you....I went to see the surgeon and she doesn't think I have a hernia.  She thinks it's a pocket or pouch filled with some kind of liquid.  She won't do any surgery until I have a CAT scan.  She wants to be there in case she need to do an aspiration, right on the spot...and I have to have the dye...and I'm allergic to the dye...so they are going to give me a steroid to counteract the dye...and you know...I'm allergic to steroids!"

"Calm down.  Slow down.  Sit down...and breathe."

"Where's an ashtray.  I need a cigarette!"

So I went out into the kitchen, opened the drawer and pulled out the ashtray she always uses.  I had cleaned it from last Monday, when she was over.

"Oh my Gawd--I've got a cramp in my thigh!"  she yelled and jumped up from the chair.

"The best thing you can do is stand and put your weight on it."

"Yes--but...OH LORDY!!!  OH LORD---TAKE AWAY THIS PAIN!!!"

"It's probably inflammation from your treatment at the Chiropractor's.  Do you want a Alleve?  An Advil?  An anti-inflammatory?"

"No...you know I can't take them.  I'm allergic."

"To Ibuprofen?"

"Yes.  Anything like that.  It makes my brain go funny and I start to lose my thinking!"

"I think it's all in your head."

"No!  At Saint Joe's...they have my medical file.  The surgeon said it was one of the thickest ones she has ever seen!  I am so allergic to everything!  I will probably have to stay overnight for the CAT scan because---well...I just might die!"

"So--what if you have to have surgery?  Will you have a spinal instead of gas?"

"No.  I am allergic to that too!  Plus I can't take any pain meds!"

"So--you just have surgeries without any sedation?"

"No.  I have to have them...to cut me open you know...but...I might die...or...one of my surgeries, I ended up in a mental institution for three months!"
<which is where you should be right now!>

"Did I tell you my son has been calling me?"

"Is he still sober?"

"Yes.  It's been almost three weeks.  He is getting evicted today and he wants to come live with me."

"And?"

"No way!  It would be too easy for him.  First he'd want to borrow my car to 'go look for work' and then...well, he'd become too comfortable and..."

"Start drinking and using drugs again?"

"Yes.  He's fifty-one years old!  It's time he figured out how to live on his own."

"Well...I certainly agree with you on that."

"Oh Lord!  This pain!"

I went and got my rice sock and warmed it up in the microwave.

"Here.  Put this under your thigh...it will help."

"Ow!  It's too hot!"

"No it's not!  Put it under your thigh and shut up!"

"What if it burns me?"

"It's not going to burn you.  You have on heavy pants and the rice is inside a wool sock...just put it under your thigh!"

and she did and it felt good.

Then she went on and on about her job and how three managers are now wanting her to come work with them and they have just realized what a great worker she is and that she knows how to manage a business.....and....I quit listening.

She finally left.  As I cleaned out the ashtray, I had to shake my head.  She says she only smokes 4 cigarettes a day and yet...there were three butts in the ashtray.
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I ran up to the office to pay my rent and stopped in at Pearl on the way back.

The recliner's that they bought two weeks ago are already showing stains on the arms.  So Pearl bought some covers for them.  The covers however do not tuck in, so every time they sit on the chairs, the back of the cover slips down, or flops over there heads, the arm part of the covers fall down inside the chair, beside them and they have to be straightened every time they get up.

"I told Merle that I didn't like these chairs and wanted to take them back, but...oh no...he just had to get them."

"I thought you liked them...at first."

"I did, but...just look at them!  Two weeks old and already showing the dirt!"
<cheap chairs.  cheap fabric.  I wonder why.>

"Get some wide elastic...or some ties.  Put a hem in the top piece and tie or stretch the top around the top of the chair.  Then get some of those spiral pins with the crystal heads and screw them into the arm pieces."

"Or...I could just ignore the stupid covers and just use the chairs...the Lord knows...no one ever comes to visit to see the dirt.  And...how many years do we have left to even care how dirty they get."

"You could do that too."

We chatted a bit more and I came home--watched my soap and spent the rest of the day in this room, working up the ancestry stuff.

 Such fun in the neighborhood! 

Missed Me?

I am alive and well!  My Gosh--where do I begin?

I have been living in front of this computer!  

I was working on my How-To book and then after my sister and I took our trip to the Holly Cemetery to find our great grandparents, on the way home, my sister mentioned something about how our Great Great Grandfather's wife's family disowned her because he was Jewish.  

Then she told me another "tale" that the man's family our 3rd great grandfather may have been Indians'

I said her, "I wonder if that all is true."

She said, "Well, I have heard the stories that Grandpa used to say , "that Davis bunch are indians!"

So I said, "I don't believe it and I'm going to find out."

So, early Thursday, I jumped on Ancestry.com and spent most of that day researching.

Not a substance of truth in the whole family legend!!!

Our 3rd Great Grandfather's wife's family  DID come from an influencial Massachusettes family AND they did come over on the Mayflower.  I researched her side of the family way back to the 1500's, when they owned an estate in England. In fact, we are direct descendants of Thorton Wilder and Almonzo Wilder--who went on to marry Laura Ingalls!

Then I researched our Great Great Grandfather's family and only got back a couple of generations.  His family were all farmer's and on the census, they are classed as "white" and that wouldn't be if they were Native Americans.

So I am filling in the holes and printing everything out for sister and I AND cousin's on my Mother's side of the family.  
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Then my friend Chris needed me to do some research of how she can put crochet and knitted patterns up for sale on a website--one's that she had designed.  So I worked on that for a few hours.

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Then my cousin, who I was sharing the family history with, wanted to know if I could research her Dad's, Mother's side of the family as they have no information.

So I got into that hot and heavy yesterday.  I love this searching.  One thing leads to another--and you find parents of the people you are searching for, so I go back another generation.  All the way back as far as possible, until you run out of info.  That's because everyone eventually came from Europe and those records are very difficult and expensive to get.

One of the places mentioned in her research is where her -unknown to her--great, great grandfather, mother and children are buried.  It is a cemetery, just up the road from here.

Today was bright and sunny, so I decided to take a drive up there--to find them and take photos of their headstones.

I decided to go the back-way--using the Country map--which turned out to be worthless.  It took me 45 minutes to find the place and 17 miles.  

When I found the cemetery, I knew they were buried back in the mid-1800's, so they had to be in the older part of the cemetery.  I parked the car, walked about 50 feet and there they were!  Amazing!  I have the best luck in cemeteries...and I love looking up past descendants of mine or others.

I came back home, not the "short-cut" and it was only 12 miles and 20 minutes.

I got back home and downloaded the photos I had taken and worked on the family page--going back and forth from Word to Ancestry.com--filling in all the correct information.  Census reports, death certificates, military service.

I LOVE IT!!!  and if you are reading this Cousin Carolyn, I have some surprises for you!!!
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Saturday morning---8:00 am

Saturday afternoon--some still lingering

             This is what my office looks like when I am researching--thrown away papers all over!!!

This kind of work makes me feel so good.  It takes away the boredom and puts me in another world where I lose all track of time.

Tomorrow morning I gotta get up to the inkjet cartridge refill place--I ran out of colored ink.  LOL

Blech!

Today's high temperature:  45 degrees

Grey

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November and February--two of my very least liked months of the year.  Everything is dead or dying and the weather is cold and grey.  Nope!  Don't like it--besides...I'm still waiting for the summer we really didn't have.

My view out these front windows

Drab

The arthritis, that destroyed my hips and affects my neck and spine, has now decided it will attack the knuckles on my hands!  I have two knots on my left index and middle finger--it is also making my index finger crooked.

On my right hand, it has already affected my thumb, and taken away my ability to write long-hand, by pulling it in toward the palm of my hand--so far no knuckle bumps on my right hand.

That reminds me--today is the 66th anniversary of my stubby index finger.   I missed the Halloween party of my 3rd grade that year because I was in so much pain I couldn't attend.

Anyway--my hands are beginning to look like my Daddy's--and with good reason.  The arthritis comes from his side of the family.  Plus, it aches.  When I type, my left index finger hurts--and you know I do a lot of typing.  RATZ!

Gosh--I have awful looking hands!You can pull the loose skin up into a "tent" like you used to do with your Grandma's!

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My sister has just recovered from some sort of upper respiratory virus that is going around.  She felt pretty good yesterday, but every time she got out of the car, the wind made her cough.  She was flat in bed for 5 days!  

My neighbor, from when I lived in Saginaw, calls me every Tuesday.  Every Tuesday--of every single week!  What is there to talk about with someone I haven't seen in eleven years?  She has a card, with people's names on it.  She calls certain people on certain days, and I am a Tuesday Person.  I usually don't have too say too much, as she is quite talkative--like Dar--so I just listen and put in an occasional, "You're kidding!", or "OHMYGOSH!"  She never, ever asks me how I'm doing.  Never!

So, she called me today.  Kind of threw me off as it's Wednesday--I think.  She has also had the respiratory virus and was out for 6 days!  She went to the ER on Sunday and they put her on a Z-Pack, Flonase and Claratin D, because the virus had worked it's way into a sinus and ear infection.

I got my flu shot 14 days ago--it takes two weeks for it to become "good", so--I think I am now protected.  And yet--I hate to go shopping or to the doc's office, or anywhere there are people.  I am not a germaphobe, but I certainly use the sanitizing wipes on the grocery cart and Purell when I get in my car and wash my hands when I get home.  Hm-mm, maybe I am a germaphobe?

My sister gave me some gas money so this afternoon, I went up to the Meijer gas station.  Their gas is always lower than any other place.  It was $2.91, but because I put in my MPerks number, I got it for $2.71.  Then I stopped into the store (wiped down the cart handle with a wipe) and got a gallon of milk, some baked beans, potato salad and my little cake--that I haven't had in over a week!  GASP!  They had a sale on Halloween candy--bags of fun size--buy 1 get 1 free.  I don't ever have any kids come to the door, but........I do like candy bars, LOL.

I had my $18.00 food assistance, so it cost me nothing.  

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I haven't heard a thing from Dar in two days--which is good.  I also haven't heard from Pearl in two days--which is bad.  I'm sure she saw Dar and I leave together and then come back and Pearl may be a bit put-off by that.  I am planning on walking up to her place right after supper tonight.

Sometimes, this whole thing reminds me of elementary school.  "Why did ya pway wif her at recess?  I fought you were my fwrend!"

  

The Best Day In A Very Long Time

This greeted me last night as I stumbled into the bedroom...ready to fall into bed at 12:45 a.m.

This might the reason I sneeze over and over in the morning?  Perhaps I have developed an allergy to cats?

My sister and I had planned an afternoon adventure for today and, we woke to heavy rain and 50 degrees.  She e-mailed at noon that the rain was suppose to stop any minute and the afternoon was supposed to be dry and a bit of sun, sooooooooooooooo

She got here at 2:15 and we took off.  I wanted to drive because I wanted to take an unknown road and see if it led to where we wanted to go:  Holly, Michigan, where our great grandparents on our Mother's side are buried.

Susan and Chuck had been to Holly, looking for the cemetery, but they thought it was in town...and it is, but on the northern outskirts of town, invisible from the main drag.

I was last there when I was ten years old--to my great grandfather's burial.  You think 65 years later I could find it?

I drove right to it, LOL.

"How in the world did you know...after all this time?"

"I have no idea, Suz."

"Do you know where the graves are?"

"Yes, right up this drive...to the top of the hill..and turn left.  I remember, going up this hill."

So, I drove to the top of the hill, turned left and drove to where I thought the graves were.  Couldn't spot them, so I kept driving and about half-way down, Susan yelled,  "Hudgins!  There they are!"

Someone has since put a marble seat with the family name on it.  There they were, our great grandparents.  He was a Methodist minister, as was his father, and his son (our grandfather), His grandchild (our Uncle) and his great grandchild (our cousin.)

Our great grandmother's family.

The lake in the background is named for them

Bush Lake

Then Susan said, "According to the family tree stuff, Great Grandma's nephew fought and died in the Civil War and there is suppose to be a monument, somewhere in here with his name on it.

So I drove along the drive and out toward the front in a different direction and all of a sudden, she yelled again.  "Look!  That looks like some kind of war memorial."

and it was, and on this side--there was his name.

He was with the Michigan Cavalry--

Alexander Bush, Jr.

...and he died on Missionary Ridge in Tennessee.

He was only 17 years old!!!

We got to talking about it and both realized, at almost the same time, this man's great nephew, our Grandfather was also in the Cavalry---in WWI--also a medic and a Chaplain.

So, we drove away and I turned toward town.

"I'm going to try and find their house...so I can show you."

"How can you possibly know...and...after sixty-five years, don't you think things have changed?"

"I remember, it was down at the end of a street---just before you get to the railroad tracks.   Just a block east of the main corners in town."

Drove right to it.  LOL.  I wish I'd taken a picture.  The house HAS changed, but the enclosed front porch is still the same.

Our Great Grandparents on our Mother's father's side.  Ida May Bush and James Alfred Hudgins.  She looks pretty healthy, but...she died just four hours after this picture was taken.

We drove around, trying to find the Methodist Church, but it was gone.  They have built a new, larger one on the south end of town.

Susan and I were only gone two hours---but nearly 70 miles on the car and we had a wonderful afternoon.  

We have done this very thing a few times--going to cemeteries and trying to find our ancestor's.  It's good that I am much older than she is--she wasn't even born until after these great grandparents died--and, although she has the family history of where the people are buried, I usually remember going to the funerals/burials, so I can find the graves, without having to walk all over an entire cemetery.

It was a wonderful afternoon!!

I Just Don't Know

Very, very warm today--mid 70's--we are having our Indian Summer.

I have been spending many hours working on my How-To manual.  I am trying to format it right now and get it into some semblance of order so I can make corrections, additions, add images, that sort of thing.  I could get more done if the woman kitty-corner across the street would leave me alone!  Meaning Dar!

I just don't know what is going on with Dar.  She has been over here every day since Thursday, sometimes, twice a day!  This morning I saw her coming this way, so I scooted to the back bedroom and laundry room and when she knocked, I just ignored her.  That wasn't very nice, but I have to tell you, that woman is wearing me out.

She cares not one whit what I am doing, when she comes over--yesterday I was watching a great Turner Classic Movie and she looked at the TV, said, "Oh, are you watching a movie?" and when I said, "Yes", she just plopped down in the rocking chair and started in on her dissertation of the last day.

She left just as the (muted) movie was ending.  THEN--she was back last night at 8:00 to tell me that she had to get blood work this morning and her sister was taking her to the eye doctor.

I .  Do.  Not.  Care.

She returned this afternoon at 2:00 to tell me that she didn't get her blood work done and she didn't go to her eye appointment, but that she did buy a new coffee table and two end tables.  Then she went on and on about how the District Manager at Meijer's thinks she's so great that they want to make her a store manager. 

<I quite forgot to remind her she was being boastful, like she has asked me to do--she didn't shut up long enough for me to say anything!>

Then she kept telling me she could hear something beeping in the back of the house.

"There it goes again.  Beep-Beep...then a second and Beep-Beep."

I went back, nothing making any noise back there.

"Can't you hear that?"

"No.  I have Tinnitus and all I hear is the ringing in my ears."

"Oh--I forgot and your hard of hearing too--that's probably why you can't hear it.  It is really annoying."

"The next time you hear it, run back to the bedroom and see if you can figure it out," I said.

"There it goes again." and she leaped up and trotted to the back of the house.  "I don't hear it now.  It must have stopped."

"Are you sure it isn't your cell phone?"

"Oh know.  It would ring...and I recognize my ring...it just a funny sound.  There it is again."

"Check your phone."

So, she did.  She had it set on something where it beeped if she had a voice mail.

"Oh...I guess you aren't deaf after all."

<no, but I have a real low tolerance for stupid people and...I'd like to just slap the nonsense right outta your head!>

She finally wound down around 3:30 and left, but was back again at 5:00.

"I am taking you out for dinner.  I won't take 'no' for an answer.  Get in my car."

"I'm really tired Dar......"

"You have to eat.  I'm buying.  GET IN THE CAR!" and out the door she went.

She wanted to take me to Outback and I said, "No.  I'm not that hungry.  I want to go to the new burger place."

So, that is where we went.

It wasn't too bad an hour.  She actually asked ME some questions and listened to my answers!  We actually had a conversation!  Amazing.

Then, when we got in the car she said, "I've been wanting to take you out for dinner to thank you."

"For what?"

"For saving my life two years ago."

"You remember how out of control, mentally, I was.  Remember when you took me to the ER for my toe and I went out of my mind for awhile?"

"Yes...you were a bit looney that day."

"Well, you have no idea how looney I really was.  Judy, I was on the edge of suicide for many months.  I'd get so scared, like I couldn't breathe, like the ceiling was coming down on my head, the walls were coming closer and closer, like my head and heart were going to explode... and I'd run from the house...run over to your place and you'd just let me talk it all out.  You saved me!"

"Sounds like an ordinary panic attack, but...I'm, glad I could help."

"Yes you did, but I want to apologize."

"For what?"

"Fred had just died.  I am sure you were struggling and yet...you seemed so peaceful and calm and...you let me dump all my craziness on top of you and all you were going through."

< like I had a choice when she'd come busting into my house?>

"I have to admit...there were times, when you left, I was shaking and exhausted and had to take an Ativan because my heart was racing and my insides shaking."

"See!  That's what I mean...and yet...you never said a word.  You just listened.  You really did...save my life."

"Well...I sure am glad you are better(?) now.  I think your job has really helped you."

"I work so many hours and days now...I don't have time to worry or even think about my crazy life."

Then she went on to tell me about her meeting with the store manager....and truthfully, I quit listening because I was really getting tired of her continual chatter.

I think her other friends here in the park, are a bit tired of her as she never says anything about going out with them, or playing Scrabble.  She may be on a mission to make me her new BF and...that is NOT going to happen.

She talks so fast and so much and jumps from topic to topic that she just wears me out!!!  Her next day off is Wednesday and thank goodness---my sister and I have plans for that day!!

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I walked up to Pearl's yesterday morning to tell her of Shawn's visit--they both liked him so much too.  I figured Merle would be at work, but he wasn't  After we had talked for about 45 minutes, I got up to leave and Pearl said, "We have two baby squirrels out in our bird house."

"You're kidding.  I love squirrels."

Merle said, "C'Mon, I'll show you."

I felt a bit uncomfortable, but we were just outside the windows and Pearl was watching from inside, so I wasn't too nervous.  Merle tapped the bird house with a stick, but squirrels were gone.

So I walked around the house to come on home and he followed behind.

"Don just cleaned up all your leaves, but I noticed you had a whole lawn full again."

"Yup.  I'm thinking of raking up some myself.  I think I can do it...if my back doesn't give out"

"Be good for ya," he said.  "Build up your chest."

GEEZ LOUISE!!!

Reminds me of old men in the nursing home who always want to flirt with the staff.  Grosses me out!!!

Saturday

After all my leaves were raked, I found this little leaf on my front porch.

What makes it strange...I have no trees nearby that are that color.

Perhaps a Canadian Maple Leaf?

The Intra-State rivalry football game was yesterday.   University of Michigan football players came out on the field and while in their pre-game huddle, one of the players drove a large stake in the middle of the field.  This goes a bit above and beyond the antics that go on during the week before, like, Michigan State University has students guarding the big statue of Sparty, because U of M kids like to sneak on campus and spray him with blue paint.  Some MSU students, sneaked onto the U of M campus and in their quad, sprayed their big gold M, with green paint.  All good fun.

Before and after 

Thursday night, the Marching Band Trumpet section

guarded Sparty all night.

My little buddy, Kyle, bottom left, bending over.

The stake however ticked off our coach, who constantly gets rants from U of M players that we are underdogs, and calls us the "Little Brother" in the state--even though we have won 5 out of the last 7 times we played them.

This has gone on for years.  At one time, the U of M sports teams were the best in the country, and they were very arrogant about it.  If you met someone that rooted for them and they asked about your college and you said, "Michigan State", their upper lip would curl, just a bit, and their noses would go up and you might have to take a joke about "oh, you went to the Cow College?"  MSU is a land grant college and used to be called Michigan State Agricultural College.

We called them "The Arrogant Asses from Ann Arbor"--with good cause.

So, after the spike incident, we proceeded to trounce their Arrogant Asses.  What amazed me is, that usually with a few seconds to play, the team that is ahead, if they have the ball, will spike it or take a knee.  It's considered the polite thing to do and, it's rude if you "pile on points", if you are ahead you don't need to throw their loss in their faces. 

MSU was down by their goal line...they could have stalled a bit or tried for a field goal, but instead, our coach told the boys, "If you can take it in--take it in" and with 21 seconds to go, we got another touchdown!!  

We whipped their Arrogant Asses, 35-11.

Their coach apologized to our coach this morning for the stake incident.  This is the same coach who let his quarterback play with a severe concussion.  Me thinks, his days are numbered at the UofM.

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A coach for U of M, many years ago, Lloyd Carr--man of great class, donated a children's wing to the U of M hospital.  It was just discovered his little grandson Chad Carr has a brain tumor and is taking treatment in that very wing.

After the game, both bands came onto the field and together, made this formation.

Here's two of MY kids from Brighton that got to be together yesterday.

Brian Tang, one of my Horn players and little buddy Kyle Hanson, trumpet player.

How cool is that?  Note* The school emblems are always over the band member's hearts.