Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Update

Duane's siblings have been with him at the hospital.  When the chips are down, they rally around.  Always have.

My youngest daughter called to tell me the tests show that Duane suffered a minor stroke yesterday afternoon.  Being stubborn like his mother, he waited until early this evening to do anything about it.  He will remain in the hospital for now and have more tests and therapy tomorrow.

I am humbled by the outpouring of concern and prayers from all of you.  There are still good people in this world and you are at the top of the list.  My heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you.

Prayers Please

To any of you who are of a mind to, prayers for my oldest son would be greatly appreciated.

He has weakness and numbness on the right side of his body.  The paramedics offered no diagnosis but took him by ambulance to the hospital.  Duane said he would call me when he knows what is wrong and his brother will be with him in a couple of hours.

I am praying and I am scared.  But we both believe in the power of prayer.  Thank you in advance and I will post when I know more.

Monday, December 10, 2018

Gone AWOL

I'm busy trying to finish Boston's afghan.  I finished the crochet work on the 144 granny squares.  There are 10 yarn ends per square that have been woven into the backs.  Now I am in the process of sewing the squares together.  After that there is a border to crochet all around.
 
I will be back with pictures when I am done.  And will then answer comments and emails.  Just wanted to let you know I really didn't fall off the edge of the earth.  :)

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Wednesday Ramble

There are workmen on the roof of my building.  I heard scraping sounds earlier in the week.  Yesterday there was a crash that rattled the dishes in the cupboard.  Thought for sure I would find an elephant had come through the ceiling and was sitting in the middle of my kitchen table.  Today more resounding crashes have occurred.   I don't know what they are doing up there.  I am sort of afraid to ask.

 I have decided that if God had wanted me to be able to bend down and touch my toes, He would have put them on my knees.

 Take several small pieces of venison steak.  Sprinkle with the contents of a package of onion soup mix.  Add just a splash of water.  Let the steak simmer in the crockpot all day.  Make gravy with the drippings.   Add potatoes and a veggie and you have a meal fit for a king.  Or a chubby grandma.  Your choice.

 I love it when I see the light bulb go on over the head of one of my children.  A while ago the power in our building was shut off most of the day.  A couple of days ago Duane said to me, 'I need to store more water.  I didn't realize just how many of those small bottles of water it takes to fill the coffeemaker.'  Nothing like priorities to change one's way of thinking.  :)

 Nothing exciting or earth-shattering going on here.  Crochet work, naps, reading, etc.  It is a simple life, but it is my simple life and I like it.  :)

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Yesterday Was a Good Day

Late yesterday morning David, my youngest, showed up at my door bearing gifts.  Now I love seeing my kids even when they come to see me empty handed.  But these gifts were really welcome.  He came through the door, hauling a large tote bag full of meat.

David buys a quarter beef every year and this year's order was ready.  He needed to make room in his freezer, so he brought two packages of steaks and a good sized roast.

He had gone deer hunting this fall and had brought down a nice sized buck.  The rest of the bag was packed with venison summer sausage, steaks, chops and roasts.  He made me promise to share with his brother and I said I would.

David had time to sit and visit for awhile.  I got caught up on what his wife and kids had been doing.  He told me he was leaving Sunday for a week-long seminar in Long Beach, California, for his work.  By the end of it, he hopes to get his irrigation certification.  He told me that he would have a view of the ocean from his hotel window.  He knows how much I loved being at the ocean, so he promised to call me from the beach so I could hear the surf again.  :)

I left a message for Duane to stop over after work because there was venison and beef in my freezer with his name on it.  When he arrived, he found me sitting at my living room window, watching a parade.

Every year my town has a huge Christmas tree set up in the middle of the old part of downtown, just a block away from my apartment.  The Friday a week after Thanksgiving, they have a tree lighting ceremony, followed by a parade.  I can't see the tree from my windows, but the parade goes by in the street right in front of my building.  Everything was decked out in Christmas lights, including the dancing elves and kids on bicycles doing stunts.  There were floats and a fire truck and all sorts of trucks with elves in them, tossing candy to the kids lined up watching.  Santa was in fine form with his own Christmas tree and a huge candy cane.  It was fun to watch.

Duane came in while I was watching the parade and then we sat and talked for a time before he raided my freezer.  It isn't all that often I get to spend time with both my boys on the same day.

After Duane left with his bounty, I had just settled in to do some crocheting when I heard a couple of loud 'Booms.'  I went to the window to see what was going on, only to discover the town had added fireworks to the celebration and I could see them perfectly.  It was a nice ending to a very good day.

Monday, November 26, 2018

Do You Remember...

Family picnics by the lake, complete with potato salad, ham sandwiches and Auntie Emily's famous dill pickles.  And a huge watermelon cooling in the water under a tree on the shore.  And Mother reminding us that if we didn't wait an hour after eating to go swimming, we would surely get cramps.

Or playing Scrabble or Sorry or Yahtzee after the supper dishes were done.  And the Monopoly marathon with a cousin that lasted the whole weekend.  And those of us who had mothers who insisted regular playing cards were of the Devil, played Rook and Authors and Old Maid and Uno instead.

There were lazy summer afternoons spent with actual paper books and we could get lost in them solving mysteries or going on wonderful adventures or, for the girls, sighing over romances or riding the range with Zane Gray, for the boys.  Seems to me we knew the difference between boys and girls back then.

The hot Sunday afternoons spent sitting on the porch with friends or with visiting relatives, trying to catch a bit of a breeze.  There was a pitcher of ice cold lemonade, made from real lemons and a plate piled high with gingersnaps.

There were summer days of riding our bikes as fast as we could go down 'Killer Hill,' trying to stop before hitting the railroad tracks and  getting pitched off into the weeds.  Or in the winter, riding that same hill on Flexible Flyer sleds - the wooden ones with the steel runners - trying to stop at the bottom for the same reason.

For us in the North, there were Saturdays watching our kid brother play hockey on an outdoor rink.  And there were Sunday afternoons at the skating rink, pretending to be a world class skater, even though I never did get the hang of doing jumps or even skating backwards.  But oh, it was fun to glide across the ice, stopping only when noses and toes became numb with the cold.  The little warming house with the attendant keeping a fire going in a small pot bellied stove was welcome.

I realize that we can not live in the past, but sometimes when the headlines tell of riots and political stupidity and just plain meanness in our world, it is nice to revisit those long ago places and remember there was a time when our world was a place of kindness and respect for one another.  Where life was not so hectic.  Where the simple pleasures lived.  I rather like it there.



Thursday, November 22, 2018

I Am Thankful

It is easy to find all sorts of things to complain about.  Our world has become a madhouse of biblical proportions.  But today, on the day we are setting aside to count our blessings, I would like to do just that.

I am thankful for four adult children and six grandchildren along with various and assorted spouses and significant others who are all healthy and happy.  Everyone who needs to be gainfully employed has a job.  They all have roofs over their heads and food on their tables.  God has truly blessed my family.

I am thankful for those adult children, for they are always there for me when I need them to be.  I seem to need their help more now than I did when I was still able to get out and about to do for myself, but they don't ever refuse and they don't ever complain about being inconvenienced. 

I am thankful for the wonderful nurses who come to my home three times a week to change the dressings on my legs and re-wrap the ace bandages for me.  They are a cheerful lot and their expertise keeps me free of infection and out of the hospital.

I don't know if I have ever told you the story behind my use of oxygen, but I think now is the time to tell it.  One of my nurses sat me down and explained that when a person is not getting enough oxygen, the organs in the body begin to deteriorate and shut down.  With tears in her eyes, she told me that she didn't want me to die.  And when my stubbornness got in the way, she went over my head and called one of my kids, explaining the situation to them.  That's when two of them showed up at my door and bundled me off to the doctor's office.  The efforts of that nurse and my kids are the reason I can walk the length of my apartment now without having to stop to catch my breath.  They are the reason my health has improved and I am no longer sick half the time or too tired to do anything.  They are the reason I am enjoying my life much more than before. For them, I thank God every day.

I am thankful for the friends I have made through this silly little blog.  Even though I will never meet you all in person, you have become an important part of my life.  I so enjoy reading and answering your comments and emails.  Sometimes I have lots to say and sometimes, not so much, but you stick with me anyway and that means much to me.

So this is me.....wishing all of you a Happy Thanksgiving.  May God bless each and every one of you.