Saturday, September 1, 2018

Still Here...

Just busy.  I found some new to me information about my family tree, and have been sorting that out to share with my cousin in Texas.  And she is doing some research on another branch of our tree.  It is fun to be working with another relative.  I enjoy the search and don't even mind so much the tediousness of organizing it all, even though it is awfully time consuming.

There was a little bit of sadness in my life this morning.  I have two nurses who deal with the cleaning and bandaging of my lower legs.  Ingrid is the one I see most often and today was her last day.  I am sad at losing her, for she is very good at her job and I really like her personally.  I credit her with saving my life, or at least prolonging it.  She was worried about the low numbers when she took my oxygen levels and she finally had a talk with me, explaining that low oxygen over time would cause some vital organs to be damaged or to shut down.  And when I didn't agree to getting the oxygen setup right away but said I would think about it, she went over my head and called my daughter, who called her brother and sister, who kidnapped me for a doctor visit and the order for oxygen and a nebulizer.  I still hate being tethered to a machine, but it has made a world of difference.  Ingrid has taken a job as a school nurse and I am happy for her.  And the other nurse, Caroline, is just as good and is a boatload of fun to be around.  Could be worse.  Could have gotten a Nurse Ratched.  :)

Duane likes to go to the State Fair.  He usually goes alone and likes to wander around, look at some exhibits and mostly eat. 

Walleye

Dole Pineapple Whip

The crowd, which is why I don't go to the fair!!

I asked if he was going to bring me some Fair Food on a Stick, but he said anything on a stick would go bad before he got it home.  This afternoon he showed up with a paper sack full of goodies.  He said there was no food on a stick, but there were three boxes, each containing a different flavor of fudge.  He took a thin slice off each and left the rest for me.  I may have to hide some away or I will be tempted to dive in, head first.  :)

Youngest son, David, showed up early this afternoon.  He sat and visited with me for quite a while, showing me pictures he had on his iPad from his job.  They were mostly of things his landscape crews had missed.  He takes pictures to show them what needs to be done, but in most of them, the problem area was circled and he had added text to tell them exactly what to do.  It isn't rocket science.  It is pulling weeds, mowing grass, replacing shrubs, planting flowers, and cleaning up after themselves.  Jobs that should be self explanatory to seasoned crews, and yet, if David doesn't point out specifics, the jobs don't get done.  I asked if workers were becoming more stupid and he said maybe, but most times they take no pride in a job well done.  I am not surprised.

David also had some video he took with his drone.  He was at his house, practicing with it.  There was footage of their dog, Oreo, in the back yard.  She would sniff at a spot on the lawn, roll in it and then run like mad around the yard.  And do the same thing again.  And again.  I remarked that it might be a good idea to check to see what Oreo found so fascinating.  Dogs love to roll in the nastiest of stuff.  :)

And that's how my day went.  How was yours? 

10 comments:

  1. Some folks have asked us why we don't go to the fair and other places. My reply was "Disney"...Disney ?? Yes Disney burn out. So many people in one place over 6 years. Yea, I'm done with crowds...I know we are some what alike, I don't like change..be it, a friendship lost, or a TV show cut from the air waves. Family passing on. That's part of the cycle.

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    1. Rob...I never have been comfortable in a crowd. I don't mind a when it is family, but huge crowd like the fair - nope. And we are somewhat alike when it comes to change. Didn't bother me much when I was young, but I guess somewhere along the line I got old and set in my ways. Mostly I think my stubborn streak might be at play. I need to work on that. :)

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  2. you could have gotten nurse diesel [cloris leachman in the high anxiety film- mel brooks].

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    1. Oh, good lord, deborah...Nurse Diesel scares the bloody hell out of me!! I have been so lucky to have kind, caring and gentle nurses helping me. And the fact that both have wonderful senses of humor has been a plus.

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  3. The missus and I were talking a few days ago, when a craft fair was in town and decided that we probably couldn't even handle going to church anymore let alone a fair of any kind.

    Pride in a job well done seems to be only for the self-employed anymore, and surprisingly few of them.

    What can you say about dogs? Ya just gotta love 'em and wash 'em! - lol

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    1. Gorges...Even if I didn't have mobility issues, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near the crowds at the fair. I am perfectly happy becoming that hermit you talked about in one of your recent posts. :)

      My Dad always told me that it didn't matter if your job was digging ditches. Dig the very best ditch you could dig. Dad Was pretty wise.

      Some of the dogs I have had over the years - especially the farm dogs - would roll in whatever rotten thing they could find, and then come bounding up, all happy and eager to share what they considered a delightful perfume!!

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  4. I don't do well with change either. Or crowds. And I hear you about the frustrations when our bodies start to give out.

    Your description of Oreo's antics reminded me of my golden-girl. When I picked her up from the kennel one time, she had a grass stain on her forehead. The owner of the kennel was quite apologetic and said the dog kept doing head plants in the horse poop-piles. Hahaha. The dog came home very clean, but stained a green-ish color. Thought that might tickle your funny bone.
    MrDog has responded well to this new round of meds. Still waiting to here about the lab results.
    Cheers, SJ

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    1. SJ...It is incredibly frustrating sometimes, isn't it. But then I have to think about all the things I can still do. Just takes longer.

      I think God gave Goldens a rich sense of humor. The ones I have been around were forever doing things that made me laugh. But your golden-girl doing head plants in the horse poo takes the cake! Funny bone has been righteously tickled. :)

      So glad Mr. Dog is doing better. I pray they will find the cause of his distress and be able to fix it. Still praying.

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    2. I love my golden boy but that golden-girl was a once in a lifetime dog. She was so wilful. Training her was an exercise in my patience just because of her character. She'd refuse and refuse and then give a big old sigh and comply. She was so smart.

      Made it to the most 'needy' garden this morning. All told I was out of the apartment one hour. Picked cucumber, tomatoes, green chiles and yellow squash. And the first of many pickings of tomatillos. Right now it's all sitting in bags in my sink. I'll wash all of it and then shred almost all of it for the freezers.
      In for the rest of the day to watch dvds and start a Louise Penny mystery.
      Cheers, SJ

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    3. SJ...I think we each have a dog that stands out in memory. Mine was Barney the Cocker Spaniel. Found as an ill-kept one year old stray, he had character. He would run off, going only a couple of doors down, and then sit and wait for someone to come get him. He would turn his back to me and grumble when I wouldn't share my supper with him. I don't know how he did it, but he worked out a deal with the cat. If there was something on a table or counter that he wanted, the cat would knock it to the floor for him. He lived to be 16 years old and I miss him. He made me laugh daily.

      Your fresh veggies sound SO GOOD! I'm glad to hear your hard work is paying off.

      Dvd's and a mystery sounds like a good way to pass the day. Me...I stumbled across the mother lode of information on some of my ancestors, so it is a day at the computer, gathering all the data to add to my family tree. It is amazing what a person can find online these days. Take care and enjoy your quiet day.

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