As I told about in an earlier blog, it was a Thursday when I got lost in Arkansas with a flat tire, and the following Thursday when I was run off the road and damaged a tire and the rim. I'm not really superstitious, but I still have been avoiding driving on Thursdays since those incidents.
A little over a week ago, I began having very bad pain in my lower back. My husband talked me into going to a chiropractor. My last appointment was this last Thursday. I drove to the appointment and home without a thought of what day it was. My husband had to take his truck to the garage to be worked on, and I followed him there to bring him home. I didn't ruin a single tire!!
I don't claim to be the most intelligent person in the world, but I don't consider myself dumb, either. I may have to change my thoughts about that. Getting lost was bad enough, but it can happen to anyone. Right? Well, guess what I have done now.
Some time ago, one of our dogs pulled me down and caused me to hit my head, break two fingers, and cause my neck and shoulder to become painful. All of this was taken care of. My fingers were broken in the joints, so the middle joint on my ring finger is larger than a normal joint. The day the fall occurred, I was able to take my wedding and engagement rings off before the finger became too swollen.
I have been wearing my rings on my right hand since the accident. The other night, I was lying in bed listening to an audio book when I made another dumb decision. I decided to see if my rings would fit back on my left hand. I took the rings off of my right hand, and put my wedding band on my left hand. It didn't go on easy, but I managed to get it on. It was hard enough to get on that I decided not to try the engagement ring. Good decision.
To make a long story short, I will be spending this evening with my left hand in a bowl of ice, trying to get the swelling down enough that I can get my wedding ring back off. If this doesn't work, my husband is going to cut it off, as it is very tight.
How to I keep doing these things? I used to think I was pretty normal, but I am beginning to wonder a little. Oh, well, life doesn't get to boring for those around me. I keep everyone laughing, and that must be a good thing.
Friday, February 6, 2009
This and That and Good and Bad
After reading Terri's post the other day, Scattered Thoughts of an East Texas Housewife, I got to thinking about how lucky she was to remember her grandparents. I decided to record a few things about my mother that my children and their children might not know about her.
In her later years she had put on quite a bit of weight, but I can remember her when she was thin. I also have pictures of her when she looked as though a good wind could blow her away. She was just a little over five feet tall, but she looked like a giant when she was mad at me. When we were bad, my brother and I had to cut a switch off of a bush that grew by our front porch. This was what she spanked us with. Yes, I got quite a few of those spankings. I might have cried when I was spanked, but my brother would scream for mother not to kill him. I don't know what the neighbors thought. lol
My mother was forty-one when she became a widow, and she was left with a five year old son and a nineteen month old daughter, and no job. My parents had a house loan through a local bank, and a short time after my father's death, the bank told her that they were going to recall the loan. My grandpa Williams got so mad that he went down to the bank and paid off our house loan with cash. All of the family who banked there, then transferred their money to a different bank. My mother went to work in the office of Missouri Power and Light, and was able to pay my grandpa back for the house.
Some other facts you may not know about Grandma Ruby, my mother, was that she had one foot a half size smaller than the other. She had to buy good shoes in the size of the smaller foot, and then have one of the shoes stretched. Better than having to buy two different sizes.
Here are a few other things about my mother.
She liked to fish, but she didn't like their taste. Her feet caused her a lot of trouble, and she loved to have them massaged. She also liked having her back rubbed when she came home from work. Mother loved to go places, but always wanted to be home in her own bed at night. She could not drive. As she was so short, she thought if she hid our Christmas presents on a high shelf, we would be unable to reach them. Wrong. We almost always opened them and put them back before Christmas. I was a bit of a tomboy, and I would climb doorways by putting a foot on each side of the door and working my way up. I could then get the presents and hand them down to my brother. Mother's arthritic hands began bothering her at an early age, and wrapping was hard for her. So, it was easy to unwrap and rewrap the presents.
When my father was alive, they would go to Kansas City to hockey games. They also went to Kansas City to see the Marx brothers. My mother always watched professional football on television. She read several books a week. She was a very good mother, and I miss her a lot. She was so proud of her grandchildren. I'm sorry that they didn't get to know her better.
In her later years she had put on quite a bit of weight, but I can remember her when she was thin. I also have pictures of her when she looked as though a good wind could blow her away. She was just a little over five feet tall, but she looked like a giant when she was mad at me. When we were bad, my brother and I had to cut a switch off of a bush that grew by our front porch. This was what she spanked us with. Yes, I got quite a few of those spankings. I might have cried when I was spanked, but my brother would scream for mother not to kill him. I don't know what the neighbors thought. lol
My mother was forty-one when she became a widow, and she was left with a five year old son and a nineteen month old daughter, and no job. My parents had a house loan through a local bank, and a short time after my father's death, the bank told her that they were going to recall the loan. My grandpa Williams got so mad that he went down to the bank and paid off our house loan with cash. All of the family who banked there, then transferred their money to a different bank. My mother went to work in the office of Missouri Power and Light, and was able to pay my grandpa back for the house.
Some other facts you may not know about Grandma Ruby, my mother, was that she had one foot a half size smaller than the other. She had to buy good shoes in the size of the smaller foot, and then have one of the shoes stretched. Better than having to buy two different sizes.
Here are a few other things about my mother.
She liked to fish, but she didn't like their taste. Her feet caused her a lot of trouble, and she loved to have them massaged. She also liked having her back rubbed when she came home from work. Mother loved to go places, but always wanted to be home in her own bed at night. She could not drive. As she was so short, she thought if she hid our Christmas presents on a high shelf, we would be unable to reach them. Wrong. We almost always opened them and put them back before Christmas. I was a bit of a tomboy, and I would climb doorways by putting a foot on each side of the door and working my way up. I could then get the presents and hand them down to my brother. Mother's arthritic hands began bothering her at an early age, and wrapping was hard for her. So, it was easy to unwrap and rewrap the presents.
When my father was alive, they would go to Kansas City to hockey games. They also went to Kansas City to see the Marx brothers. My mother always watched professional football on television. She read several books a week. She was a very good mother, and I miss her a lot. She was so proud of her grandchildren. I'm sorry that they didn't get to know her better.
Friday, October 17, 2008
HONESTY CAN BE EMBARRASSING
First the good news: No unexpected or planned hospital visits in last few months. YEA
I would like to make this just about all the great things that happen, but I suppose I should be honest. I pulled a really dumb trick a couple of weeks ago, and now I'm afraid to drive on Thursdays.
Background - My beloved Dodge Neon was beginning to cost more to operate than it was worth, so we traded for a 2008 Ford Taurus. It was more car than we had planned on, but we felt it was worth the difference between it and the smaller cars we looked at. We got a very good deal on it, and really like it.
The last part of September I drove the new car to Texas, to visit Terri and Don, again. The car performed beautifully, and I only needed to stop for gas once on the more than six hundred mile trip. Much better gas mileage than my old car, and also a much larger gas tank. I only got lost once, for a very short time, and this was from following a GPS I had borrowed. It wanted to keep me on an interstate, when state highways were much closer and faster.
Had a great visit and stayed longer than I had planned. Started home on Thursday, Oct. 3. First few hours of the trip were fine. Then, at Van Buren, Arkansas, I thought the GPS was sending me the wrong way, again. I went a different way, and after driving through rush hour traffic for a while, I realized the mistake was mine. First dumb decision of the day.
I pulled over and looked at my map, and I decided that rather than backtracking, I could take a county road that slanted back Northeast, and would hook up with the actual highway I wanted. Second dumb decision of the day.
For a while, everything was okay. Then I came to a sign saying "pavement ends." Third dumb decision of the day. I kept going on the dirt road, which then became narrow and rocky. No place to turn around, and then I got a flat tire. Took out my cell phone, but had no signal. This was around six in the evening. I didn't want to drive on the tire as I was afraid of ruining it and/or the rim. I thought I would try to change the tire, but ran out of air and had to use my oxygen before I even got the trunk unloaded. I decided to wait until someone came along. I finally got a signal just long enough to send Wayne a message saying "help."
Of course, that scared him to death. I later sent another one saying that I had a flat tire and was lost. My phone said that it was sent, but he swears that he didn't get it. I still couldn't keep a signal long enough to call 9-1-1.
By a few minutes after seven, nobody had passed by or responded to my horn honking. I decided that I would have to drive on the tire until I could get a phone signal. Two or three miles further into the woods, I finally got a signal. I called 9-1-1.
The dispatcher I talked to could not find the road I was on, on her map. She wasn't even sure that I was in her county. She transferred me to an adjoining county, but that dispatcher didn't know where I was either. Finally the first dispatcher, Carrie, came back on the line. I told her what county road I had gotten on, and how it changed. She sent some deputies to look for me, although none of them had any idea where I was. Of course it was totally dark by then, but I honestly wasn't scared. I figured they would find me sooner or later.
Finally, by following my directions, an off duty deputy from Crawford County, Arkansas and his two teen-age sons found me. They changed the tire, before another deputy showed up. None of them had ever been on this road before, and had no idea where it went. After changing the tire, we drove on another mile or two until we found a place where we could turn around, and they had me follow them back the way we had come.
Deputy McKenzie stopped at a main road and asked if his son could drive my car, as he was familiar with the winding roads. I got in the passenger seat and the young man drove my car. We followed his dad to their home, where they were going to see if they could fix the tire. Turned out the cut was in the sidewall, so Dep. McKenzie couldn't plug it.
They then took me to a service station for gas, and then to a motel. Dep. McKenzie and both sons went inside with me, and Dep. McKenzie showed his ID and told the woman that I had had car trouble, and that I needed a room on the bottom floor (because of my breathing). I couldn't decide if I felt like a prisoner or that I was going into the Witness Protection Program. By the time I checked in and we drove around to my room, another Deputy was there.
Deputy McKenzie and his sons carried my bag and even unlocked my room and checked it out. They even offered to get me something to eat. By this time it was nearly eleven o'clock and I was pooped. I called Wayne one last time, I had called him and Terri both earlier to tell them I was being rescued, and then got ready for bed.
This was quite an experience. For some reason, I never did get scared, but I was certainly embarrassed. I couldn't believe how I could make one dumb decision after another. I did meet some very nice people, and showed them a part of their county they didn't know about. lol The boy told me about his college work and showed me the dirt racerack where he, his brother, and their dad race. At their house, they showed me their race cars. As I said, nice people.
The rest of my trip home the next day was uneventful. However, one week later, on a Thursday, I was run off the road on H Hway., two miles from home, and ruined both a tire and a rim. Of course the old man driving the other car didn't stop; don't know if he even knew it happened. I swore I was not going to drive on Thursdays any more, but I drove yesterday, which was a Thursday, and I didn't have any problems.
I would like to make this just about all the great things that happen, but I suppose I should be honest. I pulled a really dumb trick a couple of weeks ago, and now I'm afraid to drive on Thursdays.
Background - My beloved Dodge Neon was beginning to cost more to operate than it was worth, so we traded for a 2008 Ford Taurus. It was more car than we had planned on, but we felt it was worth the difference between it and the smaller cars we looked at. We got a very good deal on it, and really like it.
The last part of September I drove the new car to Texas, to visit Terri and Don, again. The car performed beautifully, and I only needed to stop for gas once on the more than six hundred mile trip. Much better gas mileage than my old car, and also a much larger gas tank. I only got lost once, for a very short time, and this was from following a GPS I had borrowed. It wanted to keep me on an interstate, when state highways were much closer and faster.
Had a great visit and stayed longer than I had planned. Started home on Thursday, Oct. 3. First few hours of the trip were fine. Then, at Van Buren, Arkansas, I thought the GPS was sending me the wrong way, again. I went a different way, and after driving through rush hour traffic for a while, I realized the mistake was mine. First dumb decision of the day.
I pulled over and looked at my map, and I decided that rather than backtracking, I could take a county road that slanted back Northeast, and would hook up with the actual highway I wanted. Second dumb decision of the day.
For a while, everything was okay. Then I came to a sign saying "pavement ends." Third dumb decision of the day. I kept going on the dirt road, which then became narrow and rocky. No place to turn around, and then I got a flat tire. Took out my cell phone, but had no signal. This was around six in the evening. I didn't want to drive on the tire as I was afraid of ruining it and/or the rim. I thought I would try to change the tire, but ran out of air and had to use my oxygen before I even got the trunk unloaded. I decided to wait until someone came along. I finally got a signal just long enough to send Wayne a message saying "help."
Of course, that scared him to death. I later sent another one saying that I had a flat tire and was lost. My phone said that it was sent, but he swears that he didn't get it. I still couldn't keep a signal long enough to call 9-1-1.
By a few minutes after seven, nobody had passed by or responded to my horn honking. I decided that I would have to drive on the tire until I could get a phone signal. Two or three miles further into the woods, I finally got a signal. I called 9-1-1.
The dispatcher I talked to could not find the road I was on, on her map. She wasn't even sure that I was in her county. She transferred me to an adjoining county, but that dispatcher didn't know where I was either. Finally the first dispatcher, Carrie, came back on the line. I told her what county road I had gotten on, and how it changed. She sent some deputies to look for me, although none of them had any idea where I was. Of course it was totally dark by then, but I honestly wasn't scared. I figured they would find me sooner or later.
Finally, by following my directions, an off duty deputy from Crawford County, Arkansas and his two teen-age sons found me. They changed the tire, before another deputy showed up. None of them had ever been on this road before, and had no idea where it went. After changing the tire, we drove on another mile or two until we found a place where we could turn around, and they had me follow them back the way we had come.
Deputy McKenzie stopped at a main road and asked if his son could drive my car, as he was familiar with the winding roads. I got in the passenger seat and the young man drove my car. We followed his dad to their home, where they were going to see if they could fix the tire. Turned out the cut was in the sidewall, so Dep. McKenzie couldn't plug it.
They then took me to a service station for gas, and then to a motel. Dep. McKenzie and both sons went inside with me, and Dep. McKenzie showed his ID and told the woman that I had had car trouble, and that I needed a room on the bottom floor (because of my breathing). I couldn't decide if I felt like a prisoner or that I was going into the Witness Protection Program. By the time I checked in and we drove around to my room, another Deputy was there.
Deputy McKenzie and his sons carried my bag and even unlocked my room and checked it out. They even offered to get me something to eat. By this time it was nearly eleven o'clock and I was pooped. I called Wayne one last time, I had called him and Terri both earlier to tell them I was being rescued, and then got ready for bed.
This was quite an experience. For some reason, I never did get scared, but I was certainly embarrassed. I couldn't believe how I could make one dumb decision after another. I did meet some very nice people, and showed them a part of their county they didn't know about. lol The boy told me about his college work and showed me the dirt racerack where he, his brother, and their dad race. At their house, they showed me their race cars. As I said, nice people.
The rest of my trip home the next day was uneventful. However, one week later, on a Thursday, I was run off the road on H Hway., two miles from home, and ruined both a tire and a rim. Of course the old man driving the other car didn't stop; don't know if he even knew it happened. I swore I was not going to drive on Thursdays any more, but I drove yesterday, which was a Thursday, and I didn't have any problems.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
When You Do A Good Job, It Sometimes Hurts
I think I covered most of our illnesses in my last blog. I learned a hard truth while all of those things were going on.
When you are raising your children, you want to hold on to them at the same time you are trying to teach them to go out on their own. If you are successful, they will eventually leave the nest. This is good, but it doesn't always feel that way.
When I was going through my surgery and physical therapy, I didn't mind that Danny was the only one of my kids that could be here. I was not worried about the surgery, and there is nothing more exhausting than sitting around a hospital. I would have loved to see them, but I would rather see them when I could be up and about.
Anyway, the bad part was that they were so far away. While Wayne and I were going through all of this at home, Terri contracted a very bad case of poison ivy. She was so miserable, and I would have loved to have been there for her. Later, she was bedridden for a few days with a bad case of summer flu or food poison. She even had to stay in bed part of the time Derek and his lovely wife were there visiting. I would have loved to go to Texas to wait on her.
Danny didn't get to stay more than a couple of days, as he had to get back to work. One night a while after getting back to Denver, he was mugged. He had a concussion and had to have thirty-three stitches in a cut above his right eye. He had to spend the night in the hospital. I'm his mother, and I couldn't be there.
Thanks goodness Garret didn't have any emergencies in England.
Anyway, I am glad that the "kids" are able to move away from us, but at times of illness it just doesn't seem right.
When you are raising your children, you want to hold on to them at the same time you are trying to teach them to go out on their own. If you are successful, they will eventually leave the nest. This is good, but it doesn't always feel that way.
When I was going through my surgery and physical therapy, I didn't mind that Danny was the only one of my kids that could be here. I was not worried about the surgery, and there is nothing more exhausting than sitting around a hospital. I would have loved to see them, but I would rather see them when I could be up and about.
Anyway, the bad part was that they were so far away. While Wayne and I were going through all of this at home, Terri contracted a very bad case of poison ivy. She was so miserable, and I would have loved to have been there for her. Later, she was bedridden for a few days with a bad case of summer flu or food poison. She even had to stay in bed part of the time Derek and his lovely wife were there visiting. I would have loved to go to Texas to wait on her.
Danny didn't get to stay more than a couple of days, as he had to get back to work. One night a while after getting back to Denver, he was mugged. He had a concussion and had to have thirty-three stitches in a cut above his right eye. He had to spend the night in the hospital. I'm his mother, and I couldn't be there.
Thanks goodness Garret didn't have any emergencies in England.
Anyway, I am glad that the "kids" are able to move away from us, but at times of illness it just doesn't seem right.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
What A Year!!
I can't believe how fast the time has gone since my last blog, or how much has happened. I hope the rest of the year is calmer.
In April the Dr. Pickett agreed to do the surgery on my shoulder, if Dr. Botts, my pulmonary doctor, would fax an okay for me to have the surgery. Dr. Pickett was still worried about my breathing, but Dr. Botts and family doctor, Dr. Bartlett both gave their okay. My shoulder had given me so much pain for so long, so I was glad to have the surgery scheduled for April 24th.
The day of my surgery, Wayne ended up in the emergency room with a gall bladder attack. They treated him, and after a couple of hours he felt better. They told him to make an appointment with Dr. Bartlett for follow-up. I didn't know about this until I was awake and back in my room.
Surgery went well, but I had to wear what felt like a straight jacket to keep my upper arm tight against my body. Wasn't supposed to drive or use my arm.
I was scheduled to begin therapy five weeks after the surgery. The night before my first treatment, Wayne began experiencing terrible pain. Around two-thirty in the morning I took him to the emergency room. They ended up keeping him, and I didn't get home until five-thirty or so. The next morning I found out that they were going to operate on him gall bladder around noon.
His surgery went well, but I was in physical therapy when he was moved back to his room. They kept him overnight, so I got to do the dogs by myself. That was fun. lol They sure do pull hard when being taken out or in.
To make a long story short, Wayne and I both came through our surgeries and recoveries
In April the Dr. Pickett agreed to do the surgery on my shoulder, if Dr. Botts, my pulmonary doctor, would fax an okay for me to have the surgery. Dr. Pickett was still worried about my breathing, but Dr. Botts and family doctor, Dr. Bartlett both gave their okay. My shoulder had given me so much pain for so long, so I was glad to have the surgery scheduled for April 24th.
The day of my surgery, Wayne ended up in the emergency room with a gall bladder attack. They treated him, and after a couple of hours he felt better. They told him to make an appointment with Dr. Bartlett for follow-up. I didn't know about this until I was awake and back in my room.
Surgery went well, but I had to wear what felt like a straight jacket to keep my upper arm tight against my body. Wasn't supposed to drive or use my arm.
I was scheduled to begin therapy five weeks after the surgery. The night before my first treatment, Wayne began experiencing terrible pain. Around two-thirty in the morning I took him to the emergency room. They ended up keeping him, and I didn't get home until five-thirty or so. The next morning I found out that they were going to operate on him gall bladder around noon.
His surgery went well, but I was in physical therapy when he was moved back to his room. They kept him overnight, so I got to do the dogs by myself. That was fun. lol They sure do pull hard when being taken out or in.
To make a long story short, Wayne and I both came through our surgeries and recoveries
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Depressing Day
Fifteen years ago today, I received a phone call from the woman who did housecleaning for my mother. She asked where my mother was, and said that when she knocked, my mother did not answer the door. I hurried downtown to mother's apartment, where we entered using my key. We quickly checked the apartment, and I found her deceased in the bathtub. There was water in the tub, and she was lying with her head and shoulders against the inside back of the tub, above the water line.
I will never forget that day. I still think of her nearly every day, and I often catch myself thinking of something I want to tell her. She loved her grandchildren so much, and I wish she could know how they have turned out. She would be so proud of them. Maybe she does know; I hope so.
I will never forget that day. I still think of her nearly every day, and I often catch myself thinking of something I want to tell her. She loved her grandchildren so much, and I wish she could know how they have turned out. She would be so proud of them. Maybe she does know; I hope so.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Gone Country
It is hard to believe that Wayne has been retired for four months. Even harder to believe, is how well we get along. I didn't expect a lot of arguments, etc., but I wasn't expecting how laid back our lives would be. We each get up when we're ready or sleep as long as we want. We consult each other about any plans we may have, but don't depend entirely on the other to plan our days. Very relaxed.
I finally made it to Texas to visit Terri and Don, but it wasn't easy. On the eighth of February, we went to a get-together of some people and their families from the police department. There was some smoking there, but it didn't seem to bother my breathing. The next day, Saturday, we went to Gators in Platte Woods to hear Charlie's band play. Since it is a bar and grill, there was a lot of smoking there. It was beginning to bother me some by the time we left, but I didn't give it much thought.
The next day my throat was sore and I felt that I had a lot of congestion. To make a long story short, I had planned to leave Monday or Tuesday for Texas, but I kept putting it off until the fourteenth. I felt a lot better when I left home that morning, but by the time I had gotten lost three times and stretched a twelve hour drive into nearly a fourteen hour drive, I felt pretty bad. I was afraid that I had made a big mistake by going, but after a few days I felt okay. I still don't know if it were being around so much smoke or if it were a cold or something that made me feel so bad.
I love Terri's home. The master suite is at one end of the house, and the former master bedroom and bath, which they use as a guest suite, are at the other end . We ate out some and did some sight seeing, but the majority of the time we stayed at home and visited. Very relaxing and fun, too. I really like where they live, and I look forward to going back.
Coming home, I only got lost once, so that didn't take as long.
My next trip may be in April, when I plan to visit Danny in Denver. That is always fun, too. And, I know how to get there!
This coming Saturday we are going someplace to hear Charlie's band, but I can't remember where it is that they are playing.
Have I mentioned that Wayne is running for City Council? He is keeping his campaign pretty low key; a few signs and business cards but nothing costly. The election is in April.
Wayne has now reached third degree in the Masons, whatever that means. Last week we went to a jewelry store in Richmond, and he ordered his Masonic ring. It will be here in two weeks or so. Very nice.
A week ago we went to a chili supper at another Mason lodge in Missouri City. We are becoming so active in our old age. We have been doing more and going more places since he retired, than we had in years.
Oops. Nearly forgot to mention my new cowboy hat. We got it at the Stetson Outlet in St. Joseph before my trip to Texas. Some people may think it silly, but I really like it. I figure I am old enough to do what I want without worrying about what others think. Let them think I am senile; I'm having a ball.
I finally made it to Texas to visit Terri and Don, but it wasn't easy. On the eighth of February, we went to a get-together of some people and their families from the police department. There was some smoking there, but it didn't seem to bother my breathing. The next day, Saturday, we went to Gators in Platte Woods to hear Charlie's band play. Since it is a bar and grill, there was a lot of smoking there. It was beginning to bother me some by the time we left, but I didn't give it much thought.
The next day my throat was sore and I felt that I had a lot of congestion. To make a long story short, I had planned to leave Monday or Tuesday for Texas, but I kept putting it off until the fourteenth. I felt a lot better when I left home that morning, but by the time I had gotten lost three times and stretched a twelve hour drive into nearly a fourteen hour drive, I felt pretty bad. I was afraid that I had made a big mistake by going, but after a few days I felt okay. I still don't know if it were being around so much smoke or if it were a cold or something that made me feel so bad.
I love Terri's home. The master suite is at one end of the house, and the former master bedroom and bath, which they use as a guest suite, are at the other end . We ate out some and did some sight seeing, but the majority of the time we stayed at home and visited. Very relaxing and fun, too. I really like where they live, and I look forward to going back.
Coming home, I only got lost once, so that didn't take as long.
My next trip may be in April, when I plan to visit Danny in Denver. That is always fun, too. And, I know how to get there!
This coming Saturday we are going someplace to hear Charlie's band, but I can't remember where it is that they are playing.
Have I mentioned that Wayne is running for City Council? He is keeping his campaign pretty low key; a few signs and business cards but nothing costly. The election is in April.
Wayne has now reached third degree in the Masons, whatever that means. Last week we went to a jewelry store in Richmond, and he ordered his Masonic ring. It will be here in two weeks or so. Very nice.
A week ago we went to a chili supper at another Mason lodge in Missouri City. We are becoming so active in our old age. We have been doing more and going more places since he retired, than we had in years.
Oops. Nearly forgot to mention my new cowboy hat. We got it at the Stetson Outlet in St. Joseph before my trip to Texas. Some people may think it silly, but I really like it. I figure I am old enough to do what I want without worrying about what others think. Let them think I am senile; I'm having a ball.
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