I See In The Western Sky.............

.....cold weather and probably snow approaching! BRING IT ON!! I'm ready.

Dar had her CAT scan and she didn't react to any of the things she thought she was allergic too.  She doesn't know the results as yet, but "they" think, perhaps an abscess.  She pronounced it "absuss".

Pearl said she had another loose tooth.  She went to the dentist and it was only a cracked filling.  She got that fixed.

Merle had a flat tire and when he took it in, it was found that the valve stem had broken off.  They repaired it for free.

Life is good in the hood!
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Today, at noon, I was just getting ready to get out of this room and I saw a car pull up in front of the house.  It was the same color as my neighbor Tami's car and I thought she had pulled up a bit to be able to back into her drive.  Then I noticed her car was already in her drive.

I looked again and the car was pulling away.  A few seconds later, it came back from the other way, stopped across the street, between the new neighbor's house and Jackie's.  There was an older man, dressed in a grey suit, with a full head of pure white hair.  Just as I was getting curious, I saw him take a picture of my house.  I trotted to the front door,..I was going to go out on the porch and say,, "May I help you?"  But he drove away.  He didn't speed away--he just drove slowly away.  I wish I had got his license plate number.  Dagnabbit!!

I had to run up to the store and on the way back, I stopped into the park office.  Rob, the manager was in the office, so I told him about the picture taking guy.

"Did someone stop in here and ask for my address?"

"Nope.  Why didn't you call us, I'd have driven right over."

"It was noon.  The office is closed."

"Are you being investigated by the F.B.I.?"

"Perhaps.  I have said some really bad things about the President on Face Book."

"Who hasn't!"

"Well--maybe it was a nice older gentleman and he was checking out the place because he wants to move in with me."

"That's possible."

"Well...he better be rich because NO ONE is moving in with me unless they are rich!"
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It is kind of unsettling.  Pearl said, "they probably had the wrong address.  You know there is another house with your house number on the street behind us."

"Yeah.  I know."

I guess I will wait and see what happens.  You can be sure I will be watching for him to return!
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This is my Mother's father.  He was 31 and had five children when he enlisted in WWI.  He was a minister and poor and he thought his allotment check would help take care of his family.  He was a fine horseman, so they put him in the Cavalry, where he acted as Chaplain's mate, medic and bugler.  This next picture is of a small trumpet he used to wear on his watch chain.

Here he is when he was older.

I think I look a lot like him.

Beautiful Weather Day

Sunny and gloriously warm all day and, promised the same for tomorrow and then.....the Polar Vortex is coming down from Canada, where it came from Alaska, where it was pushed from that nasty hurricane up north.

I have nothing to do outside.  All my gardens are snug and ready for their big sleep.  There is nothing needed from the shed.  I have my snow shovel up on the porch, along with the broom..standing at attention, ready for action.

Soon, the gardens will be covered under a snug, warm blanket of snow.  They like that, for some reason.  When we have our 3 feet high drifts, I picture the bulbs and roots, underneath, just a snoozing away.  I think of gardens as places of Hope.

Life gets dark and drear during the winter, but there is Hope for a brighter future and sure enough, once the sun gets warm and the snow melts--there are new shoots and petals and blossoms.  

Always reminding me that during dark times, there will eventually come a time of sun.
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I ventured up to Pearl's this morning and she was on the phone, trying to call me.  She had a computer question which I easily fixed.  Then we went back into the living room and had a nice hour long chat.  It was very pleasant.

I came home, ate a small sandwich and watched my Soap.  The Soap is celebrating it's 50th anniversary tomorrow.  I have watched from day one, when it was only a half hour long show.  I'd put the babies to bed for their nap, sit down on the couch, relax and watch my Soap....on my gloriously large 19 inch TV.  Back then, I could sit across the room and see everything on the TV screen quite clearly.  Now--sometimes I have a hard time seeing what's on the 32" screen a mere 10 feet away.  <Sigh>
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I have my Mother's side of the family genealogy all done!!  All printed out.  Now all I have to do is put it back together in my big 3-ring binder.  I have made copies to take to my sister on Thanksgiving Day.   

I will start my Daddy's side tomorrow, but I think I have everything as we have researching that side since 1970, when my Mother started it.
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When my little sister was about three years old, she got in a snit one afternoon.  Her favorite color was pink.  She wondered why the sky wasn't pink,  Mother explained, but Susie would have none of it.  The more she thought about it, the madder she got.  She stamped her foot, and put her hands on her hips and pouted and cried.  All afternoon.  Good Grief!

As I was walking across the lawn and out to the barn, at sunset, I looked and the clouds were a gorgeous shade of pink.  Light pink and dark pink and pinkish purple.

I walked back to the house and told Susie to come look.

She came out and I pointed to the western sky.  She looked up.

"Oooooh," she whispered.

Then, she ran back inside and dragged Mother out and she said, "Look what Judy did.  She made me a pink sky!"

I was sixteen years old and I will never forget, as she looked up at me, the sheer wonder and awe on her sweet, little face at what she thought I had done for her.  I felt like I was her Super Sister.

This evening, I took these pictures and sent them to her on Face Book, saying, "Susan, look what I did for you."

My Goodness!

Where do I begin?

Friday--my cousin came over and we drove up to the Holly Cemetery, where sister Susan and I had gone the week before.  Cousin wanted to take photos of the great grand parents graves and great greats.  We found them and a few I hadn't noticed the last time.

Then, on the way home, I took her to the little cemetery that I visited last Sunday where her great greats on her Dad's mother's side of the family are buried.  The ones I had done the genealogy search for.  I had such a fun time with her and realize...I really DO feel good when I have something like that going on in my life.

My friend Chris is in the November writing contest thingie--like the participants are to write 50,000 words in the month.  She had me do some Internet research on a couple of questions she had.  The rest of my time was spent with my nose in ancestry.com on the hunt for more names, dates and facts.  You know what?  Genealogy is NEVER finished!!  There is always another branch on the tree to look over.

When I was researching my Grandfather--just to make sure I had my dates and facts right, I came across a picture of him I had never seen.  He was quite young and very handsome.  On the bottom of the page was an email address for the person who had submitted it.  I contacted her--a distant cousin and she put me in contact with another distance cousin, so much of Saturday was taken up with sending pictures and stories through e-mails.  Fun.  Fun.  Fun.

Then I watched my precious MSU Spartans play the Ohio Buckeyes last night...and they lost.  Heartbroken?  Nope--I'm not really.  I had a feeling they were going to lose, so I wasn't really surprised.

Today, I received a Face Book message from one of my "borrowed" grandsons that he was playing in a Trombone concert tonight at the MSU School of Music and---IT WAS LIVE-STREAMED, so I could watch it on my computer!!!  What a treat!  The camera's took close-ups of the kids playing so I could see him as if I was right there in the audience!  Convenient.  I didn't have to drive up there in the dark to see him perform (which I could not have done) AND during intermission, sitting here, I cleaned up and dusted my desk.  LOL  I love the electronic age!

In between all my fun times, Dar came over Friday, Saturday and Sunday mornings!  EGAD!  
Every once in awhile, I think she comes over to check and make sure I am all right and almost said, "You don't have to come over everyday.  I'm fine." but then, silly me, I realize that it isn't about me one single bit.  It's ALL about her.

Her alcoholic, drug taking oldest daughter was in hospital with liver failure, but seems to be doing better.

Her alcoholic, drug addicted son, got evicted last week, but has since found a place to stay. She refused to let him stay with her, so he is sleeping in a room at the local Catholic rectory.  They are going to help him find a job and pay his rent for him.

Her other daughter, that reported her for child abuse and left and moved to Indiana, is now leaving her live-in boyfriend and of course wants to come back here and move in with Mom.  Dar isn't going to let that happen either, because her daughter's name is on the title of the house and Dar is afraid, that if the daughter comes back, she will argue and fight with her and if she (Dar) leaves, for her own safety (?), the daughter will change the locks and won't let her back in. 

Dar is now working the Meijer Gas Station--she hates it, but knows they put her there because they are "probably" training her for a management position. <sure they are>

and

"I just don't know what I'm going to do when I have to stay in the hospital."

"Why do you think you are going to be in hospital?"

"For my surgery."

"But...you haven't had your CAT scan or ultra sound.  You don't even know if you have to have surgery.  Besides, hernia surgery is done out-patient nowadays."

"Oh no.  It won't be for me.  I will react to every drug and anesthetic they give me!"

"Well...if you think you are, than you probably will,..even if you actually don't."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry about it now.   Wait until your tests are all done.  Than you will know what to do."

Pearl called me Saturday night at 8:00.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked.

"Watching the ballgame."

"Oh Brother!"

and she hung up on me.

So I called her back.

"Just because I have the ballgame on TV doesn't mean we can't talk on the phone.  What's up?"

"Merle is sleeping in his chair...as always...and I just wanted to ask you a question about how to find that game you told me about...on FaceBook."

"Can you go back to your computer?"

"I suppose.  Oh Lord, now I gotta get up outta my chair and walk all the way there...okay, I'm on my way. 

I hummed the final jeopardy song as she moaned and groaned back down her hallway.

"Okay--I'm in front of it.  Now what?"

"Go to FaceBook."

"Wait!  I gotta turn it on first!"

again, humming the final Jeopardy song....

"Okay--wait--what do I do?"

"Are you in FaceBook?"

"No."

"Well--get in Facebook.....now..."

"Oh my gosh.  My cousin sent me the cutest picture of a cat."

"Ah..do you want to go to the new game...or..."

"Okay.  What do I do?

"That line at the top...left top where you can put in a person's name and find their Timeline?  Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes!  Okay..I got my blinker on there...now what?"

"Type in Candy Crush Soda."

"Okay--wait a minute...I can't type very well."

"Take your time."

"Oh.  What do I do?"

"Click on where it says allow or play ...something like that."

"Oh.  No...this isn't the right one.  This is Candy Crush and I wanted the new one...."

"It sorta looks like Candy Crush, but it's different.  There are soda bottles that pop and there are little bears to rescue.  It's fun.  You'll like it."

"Okay."

and she hung up.

About half an hour later, I went back to use the bathroom, looked out my window and could see her silhouette in her bedroom in front of the computer, so, I guess she was enjoying the game.

Life is good!
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Have a good week.  I know I will!

I've Got No Complaints--well--maybe one?

Today's high temperature was: 58 degrees

Sunny all day

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With this new time change, I am waking up at 8:00 every day!  That's early for me :-). but it feels like 9:00 and...........

Anyway--I went to bed smiling and I woke up smiling and I feel like I can breathe again.  I don't know why, but I feel a bit safer this morning.  What a sweep, huh?  The biggest majority in the house since 1920 and the biggest majority in the Senate since WWII.  I don't know if they can get any work done, but I feel better.

I listened to a few political pundits today and one of the things I found interesting; they said that most of the Democrats used nasty campaign ads, blasting their opponent, while the Republicans didn't--instead they focused on their own accomplishments.  People are so sick of the nasty stuff that may have made a difference.  There were quite a large number of cross over votes, as Democrats voted for Republicans this time.  A clear voice to the Prez. that even his own party constituents are not all that pleased with the job he is doing.  I imagine he felt terrible last night and this morning, but hey...he isn't the first nor will he be the last that this has happened to.  

More important, to me, is this may very well scare Hillary from running.  I can only hope.  Anyone but her!!  From what I have read and the Secret Service reports, she is one nasty, vicious, woman that has a mouth worse than any sailor.  Plus, Bill has a sweetie and if they went back to the WH, he'd have to give her up, unless he stays in Chapaqua--she lives just up the street from them.

I also heard a couple pundits say that this Republican sweep just may help President Obama because there are a few things he wants to approve, but his more Liberal senators don't like.  This way he could run it through the house and senate, where the Repubs would sign on and then he could sign it and blame the Republican pressure.  One of which is the Pipeline--he really wants it.

Who knows--time will tell.

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Pearl called at 8:45 and wondered if I had any condensed milk.  I said I didn't and I wanted to know what she was baking.

"I want to make pumpkin pie."

"You use condensed milk in pumpkin pie?"

"No.  Geez...I said evaporated milk."

"Oh.  No I don't have any of that either."

After my Soap, I decided to run up to Wal-Mart.  I had to get paper products and stuff that I knew would be cheaper there.  I got Pearl a can of evaporated milk and dropped it off on the way home.

An hour or so later, she came down with a piece of pumpkin pie for me.  YUM!  but...it looked strange to me.  I didn't say anything...........

Pearl said, "I wanted a creamy taste so I put a block of cream cheese in it."

<ohmygosh-I hate cream cheese>

"Okay.  Thanks."

I ate it after my supper.  No--I tried to eat it.

Apparently she didn't beat the cream cheese to make it soft and creamy, she must have just worked it into the pumpkin mix with a fork because there were chunks of cream cheese all through it.

After the first gag, I threw it away.  Even the part where there was no cream cheese chunks, tasted funny.  I don't think she put a bit of sugar in that mix.

I have a pumpkin pie recipe that has whipping cream in it and it is delish--maybe that is what she was going for?

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See ya tomorrow!

  

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