In my teens, my taste in music turned mostly to "rock and roll." One of the firsts that I remember, from my junior high days, was Rock Around the Clock by Bill Haley and the Comets. It was always played at our dances.
Of course I was a fan of Elvis Presley! My favorite aunt, Aunt Jo, was in the Army and was stationed at Fort Hood when Elvis served there. She said that he was so polite and very soft spoken.
There were so many songs that I loved in my teens, and I had a pretty good record collection. I mostly liked slow songs, but not exclusively. Of course I watched Dick Clark and Bandstand every day after school.
My brother liked country music, and for a couple of years I listened to a lot of his records.
One group that I never really cared too much for were The Beatles. They had a few songs I liked, but I wasn't a big fan.
Since those days, my taste in music has leaned more toward country, although I don't care for the newest country artists.
I had planned to expand on my music tastes a bit more, but after thinking so much about it when I couldn't sleep at night, I have become totally bored with the subject. So, as this is my blog, I am taking the liberty of cutting this short.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Friday, June 6, 2014
MUSIC THROUGHOUT MY LIFE
I have always loved listening to music, mostly vocal music. While never a fan of opera or rap, I like most other types.
When I was a child, we always cleaned house on Saturday mornings. My mother always had the radio on, and we would listen to the hits of the time as we cleaned. Some of my mother's favorites were DEAR HEARTS AND GENTLE PEOPLE, sung by Bing Crosby; HARBOR LIGHTS by Sammy Kaye; RED SAILS IN THE SUNSET, also by Sammy Kaye, I think; OLD LAMPLIGHTER by various artists; WAYWARD WIND by Gogi Grant; and THEY CALL THE WIND MARIAH, by Ed Ames. There were many others, but those were the ones I remember.
In the late forties or early fifties, every Friday night we watched Your Hit Parade on television., My favorite singers on this program were Gisele MacKenzie and Snooky Lanson. One of my favorite songs from that time period was THIS OLD HOUSE.
In my younger years, my brother and I would go to the movies every Saturday afternoon. Most of those movies were westerns, and they all had their theme songs. For Roy Rogers it was HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU, for Gene Autry it was BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN, and of course the Long Ranger galloped onto the screen to the sound of WILLIAM TELL OVERTURE.
A few years later westerns nearly took over television, again with catchy theme songs; MAN WHO SHOT LIBERTY VALANCE, BIG IRON, RINGO, BATTLE OF PALADIN/HAVE GUN WILL TRAVEL, RAWHIDE, HIGH NOON, GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY, SHIFTING, WHISPERING SANDS and MULE TRAIN.
Other movie songs I really liked were BORN FREE and BLESS THE BEASTS AND THE CHILDREN, as well as most of the songs from South Pacfic.
As I grew older, a different type of music began to appeal to me. I will list some of those songs in my next blog.
Any of these bring back memories for you?
When I was a child, we always cleaned house on Saturday mornings. My mother always had the radio on, and we would listen to the hits of the time as we cleaned. Some of my mother's favorites were DEAR HEARTS AND GENTLE PEOPLE, sung by Bing Crosby; HARBOR LIGHTS by Sammy Kaye; RED SAILS IN THE SUNSET, also by Sammy Kaye, I think; OLD LAMPLIGHTER by various artists; WAYWARD WIND by Gogi Grant; and THEY CALL THE WIND MARIAH, by Ed Ames. There were many others, but those were the ones I remember.
In the late forties or early fifties, every Friday night we watched Your Hit Parade on television., My favorite singers on this program were Gisele MacKenzie and Snooky Lanson. One of my favorite songs from that time period was THIS OLD HOUSE.
In my younger years, my brother and I would go to the movies every Saturday afternoon. Most of those movies were westerns, and they all had their theme songs. For Roy Rogers it was HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU, for Gene Autry it was BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN, and of course the Long Ranger galloped onto the screen to the sound of WILLIAM TELL OVERTURE.
A few years later westerns nearly took over television, again with catchy theme songs; MAN WHO SHOT LIBERTY VALANCE, BIG IRON, RINGO, BATTLE OF PALADIN/HAVE GUN WILL TRAVEL, RAWHIDE, HIGH NOON, GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY, SHIFTING, WHISPERING SANDS and MULE TRAIN.
Other movie songs I really liked were BORN FREE and BLESS THE BEASTS AND THE CHILDREN, as well as most of the songs from South Pacfic.
As I grew older, a different type of music began to appeal to me. I will list some of those songs in my next blog.
Any of these bring back memories for you?
Sunday, April 28, 2013
STILL KICKING, JUST NOT AS HIGH
It has been several months since I added to my blog. I have written an entry in my mind several times, but decided that it was sounding too much like a pity party. I will just touch on some of the things which have impacted my life in the last year.
The day before Memorial Day I discovered a large blister just below my collar bone. Within a few minutes my arms were breaking out, itching, and even burning some. By the time Wayne got home from church, I was in a lot of pain. Shingles. I had heard of them, but hadn't realized exactly what they were. I have never experienced such pain in my whole life. Wayne took me to the emergency room, where the doctor on duty confirmed what I already had figured out. He gave me a shot and a prescription. They didn't work. Since the next day was a holiday, I had to wait another day to see my family doctor. Dr. Bartlett gave me a prescription for a different pain medicine, one which he said was used specifically for Shingles. Six weeks later they were mostly gone. I say mostly, because I still have pain in my left, upper arm. I have been told that it may get better and it may not; depending on the damage to the nerves in my arm.
Later in the year my ex husband, Jim, the father of my two older children, passed away after months of fighting cancer. He had known from the time he was diagnosed that a cure was not to be. I had often gone to his home with Danny to visit, both before and after he learned of the cancer, and I am glad that we had those times. We did a lot of laughing, and I think he enjoyed the visits as much as I did. Terri called me his last morning to tell me that he was sinking fast, and I was able to be there for her when he passed. Thank God for my husband, Wayne, who understood perfectly and did not feel threatened by our friendship.
In November, Wayne flew to Baltimore to be with Garret, Kate, and Nora for Thanksgiving and Nora's first birthday. I stayed home to dog and cat sit. If we had not had the dogs, we could both have driven there. We didn't feel that we could afford to pay to board two dogs weighing nearly one hundred pounds each. I will get to go some other time.
We didn't have a real family Christmas this year. Weather was bad, and nobody had a lot of extra money to spend. With phone and Skype, we got to share Christmas with everyone.
I was hoping that this year would be so much better than last, but in February our dog, Jackie, had several bad seizures, and we had to have her put to sleep. The vet believed that she had a brain tumor, so we felt that was the kindest thing we could do for her. She was over twelve years old, and we couldn't bear to let her suffer. I still miss her.
Teddy is showing his age, and I dread the day we lose him.
I'm still hoping this year will be better than last year, but I'm not holding my breath.
The day before Memorial Day I discovered a large blister just below my collar bone. Within a few minutes my arms were breaking out, itching, and even burning some. By the time Wayne got home from church, I was in a lot of pain. Shingles. I had heard of them, but hadn't realized exactly what they were. I have never experienced such pain in my whole life. Wayne took me to the emergency room, where the doctor on duty confirmed what I already had figured out. He gave me a shot and a prescription. They didn't work. Since the next day was a holiday, I had to wait another day to see my family doctor. Dr. Bartlett gave me a prescription for a different pain medicine, one which he said was used specifically for Shingles. Six weeks later they were mostly gone. I say mostly, because I still have pain in my left, upper arm. I have been told that it may get better and it may not; depending on the damage to the nerves in my arm.
Later in the year my ex husband, Jim, the father of my two older children, passed away after months of fighting cancer. He had known from the time he was diagnosed that a cure was not to be. I had often gone to his home with Danny to visit, both before and after he learned of the cancer, and I am glad that we had those times. We did a lot of laughing, and I think he enjoyed the visits as much as I did. Terri called me his last morning to tell me that he was sinking fast, and I was able to be there for her when he passed. Thank God for my husband, Wayne, who understood perfectly and did not feel threatened by our friendship.
In November, Wayne flew to Baltimore to be with Garret, Kate, and Nora for Thanksgiving and Nora's first birthday. I stayed home to dog and cat sit. If we had not had the dogs, we could both have driven there. We didn't feel that we could afford to pay to board two dogs weighing nearly one hundred pounds each. I will get to go some other time.
We didn't have a real family Christmas this year. Weather was bad, and nobody had a lot of extra money to spend. With phone and Skype, we got to share Christmas with everyone.
I was hoping that this year would be so much better than last, but in February our dog, Jackie, had several bad seizures, and we had to have her put to sleep. The vet believed that she had a brain tumor, so we felt that was the kindest thing we could do for her. She was over twelve years old, and we couldn't bear to let her suffer. I still miss her.
I'm still hoping this year will be better than last year, but I'm not holding my breath.
Friday, October 28, 2011
GARRET
It has been nearly two months now since Garret returned to the states from Iraq. I haven't gotten to give him a hug yet, or even see him in person, but that is okay. For now, it is enough to know that he is no longer in the war zone. This is the picture his wife took of him on the way from the airport to their home. Think he is glad to be back?
He sent us a few pictures while he was gone, and I am looking forward to seeing more when we can visit, hopefully, in the Spring. I want to hear more about his experiences, too, although because of the nature of his job, there will be a lot of things he will not be able to share with us.
Their first child is expected near Thanksgiving, and they have been busy preparing for her arrival. I am not sure which one of them is the most excited.
Kate, nee Kalee, has been busy making all kinds of delicious things from the apples they have picked at nearby orchards, and she has lots of good food put up for the winter. Can't wait to taste her homemade applesauce and apple butter.
This is such a special time for them, and while I wish we lived closer so we could share in it more, I do think though, that maybe it is even more special for them to live through this without nosy and interferring grandparents. lol Now, I did offer to act as mid-wife as I have had experience in helping with the birth of puppies, but alas, my offer was turned down. Maybe next time. (but I'm not holding my breath)
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
LEFT OR RIGHT
Are you left or right handed? My mother and brother were left handed, and I am right handed, as was my father. Two of my children are right handed, and one is left handed. There are some things that I can do with either hand, such as iron clothes or sweep the floor. I imagine that is because while my natural tendency is to do these things right handed, I learned to iron and sweep from my left handed mother. I also shoot a rifle or shotgun left handed, but a hand gun right handed.
My older son is left handed, but he also uses the right hand for some things. He plays guitar left handed, kicks a football left handed, bats left handed, throws a ball right handed but a frisbee left handed.
My older son is left handed, but he also uses the right hand for some things. He plays guitar left handed, kicks a football left handed, bats left handed, throws a ball right handed but a frisbee left handed.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
UPDATE ON GARRET
It has been nearly a week and a half since Garret left for Iraq, and I am feeling much better about the situation. We have been talking with him nearly every day via Skype, and it has helped to hear his voice. He was in Qatar for a couple of days, and I was glad when he got away from there. It was very dry and dusty, and he had already picked up a cough from the poor air quality. He sounds better since arriving in Baghdad, although I saw where they were having wind and dust there today.
He started his new job immediately upon arriving in Baghdad, didn't even get to settle in his quarters before flying out on a training mission, but has had a little down time since then.
Anyway, I miss him so much, but I am not worrying quite as much.
He started his new job immediately upon arriving in Baghdad, didn't even get to settle in his quarters before flying out on a training mission, but has had a little down time since then.
Anyway, I miss him so much, but I am not worrying quite as much.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
WAR AND FAMILY
I have been thinking about this posting for some time, trying to get my thoughts in order. Because I feel so emotional about this, my mind keeps rushing back and forth. I'm not sure that I am really ready to do it, but here goes.
My ancestors came to this country in the 1600's. I think they have fought in nearly every war our country has been involved in. I know they fought in some of the Indian Wars, the Revolutionary War, and the Civil War. In fact, family members fought on opposite sides in the Civil War. I'm not really sure about World War I, but we were well represented in World War II. My brother was excused from the draft when his time came, as he had some weaknessess left in his muscles from the polio he suffered as a child. There were cousins in Viet Nam, a war I did not believe we should be involved in.
As I believe I have mentioned before, I was a tomboy growing up. Besides playing cowboys and Indians, I also played cops and robbers and of course, war. I can remember how noble I felt rolling down the bank on the north side of our yard, pretending I had been shot and with my last breath I was holding the American flag high.
But now war is no longer a game, or something to hear family stories about. It is no longer fun. It is real, and it is the scariest thing I have ever had to face. Garret, my youngest, leaves for Iraq in four days. He will be gone for six months.
He and his wife have been busy preparing for his deployment. We were hoping to see him before he leaves, but there was just no way we could arrange it. He certainly didn't have time to come home, and we couldn't afford to go to Maryland. It is probably just as well, he wouldn't like me crying over him all the time. He keeps telling me that he wants to go, and that he is not worried. I know that his job is not the most dangerous, but that is small comfort. He is my child, and I will worry. He is going to see and experience things that he never dreamed of. I hope he is mentally and physically ready for this.
So, we will send him hugs and kisses, and wish him God speed home. We will pray for him, send him mail, and talk to him on Skype when we can. We will be here when Kalee needs to talk, or wants to share thoughts with us. And we will count the days and wait.
I love you, Garret.
My ancestors came to this country in the 1600's. I think they have fought in nearly every war our country has been involved in. I know they fought in some of the Indian Wars, the Revolutionary War, and the Civil War. In fact, family members fought on opposite sides in the Civil War. I'm not really sure about World War I, but we were well represented in World War II. My brother was excused from the draft when his time came, as he had some weaknessess left in his muscles from the polio he suffered as a child. There were cousins in Viet Nam, a war I did not believe we should be involved in.
As I believe I have mentioned before, I was a tomboy growing up. Besides playing cowboys and Indians, I also played cops and robbers and of course, war. I can remember how noble I felt rolling down the bank on the north side of our yard, pretending I had been shot and with my last breath I was holding the American flag high.
But now war is no longer a game, or something to hear family stories about. It is no longer fun. It is real, and it is the scariest thing I have ever had to face. Garret, my youngest, leaves for Iraq in four days. He will be gone for six months.
He and his wife have been busy preparing for his deployment. We were hoping to see him before he leaves, but there was just no way we could arrange it. He certainly didn't have time to come home, and we couldn't afford to go to Maryland. It is probably just as well, he wouldn't like me crying over him all the time. He keeps telling me that he wants to go, and that he is not worried. I know that his job is not the most dangerous, but that is small comfort. He is my child, and I will worry. He is going to see and experience things that he never dreamed of. I hope he is mentally and physically ready for this.
So, we will send him hugs and kisses, and wish him God speed home. We will pray for him, send him mail, and talk to him on Skype when we can. We will be here when Kalee needs to talk, or wants to share thoughts with us. And we will count the days and wait.
I love you, Garret.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Dreams
Do you ever have one of those dreams which make no sense, but which seem to follow you around all day? I had one of those last night, and it has kept popping up in my mind all day.
I dreamed I had just given birth to a baby girl. The hospital was going to dismiss us right away, but since I told them that I was s-o-o-o tired they said that we could stay one night. I have no idea where my baby was, but apparently I spent the night on the floor of what appeared to be a doctor's exam room. In the morning, I realized that I had forgotten to bring anything for the baby to wear home, and had not even purchased a car seat. So, after searching some time for my clothes I headed off to Wal-Mart.
Upon my return to the hospital, I had a terrible time trying to figure out where I was supposed to go to check my baby and I out. A concerned nurse finally showed me where to go and explained the procedure. After dressing my child, I would have to go to the parking lot and bring my car up to one of the doors. Then I would come inside to get the child, and the nurse would take us back out to the car in a wheelchair. Hospital procedure, you see.
I was really wishing that I had someone to help me with all of this, but my husband (Wayne?) was out of town, and Terri, my daughter, was working. I don't know where everyone else in the family were.
I woke up before finding out if my new daughter and I ever made it home. At the time I woke up, I was trying to decide what to name her. I still haven't picked out a name. Any suggestions?
I dreamed I had just given birth to a baby girl. The hospital was going to dismiss us right away, but since I told them that I was s-o-o-o tired they said that we could stay one night. I have no idea where my baby was, but apparently I spent the night on the floor of what appeared to be a doctor's exam room. In the morning, I realized that I had forgotten to bring anything for the baby to wear home, and had not even purchased a car seat. So, after searching some time for my clothes I headed off to Wal-Mart.
Upon my return to the hospital, I had a terrible time trying to figure out where I was supposed to go to check my baby and I out. A concerned nurse finally showed me where to go and explained the procedure. After dressing my child, I would have to go to the parking lot and bring my car up to one of the doors. Then I would come inside to get the child, and the nurse would take us back out to the car in a wheelchair. Hospital procedure, you see.
I was really wishing that I had someone to help me with all of this, but my husband (Wayne?) was out of town, and Terri, my daughter, was working. I don't know where everyone else in the family were.
I woke up before finding out if my new daughter and I ever made it home. At the time I woke up, I was trying to decide what to name her. I still haven't picked out a name. Any suggestions?
Blizzard of 2011
This past week was a week of weather alerts. We had winter storm advisories, winter storm warnings, blizzard warnings, and wind chill warnings. In spite of all of this, I didn't think the weather was near as bad as some we have had. Sure, we had a lot of snow and blowing snow, but within one day all of the main roads were open. Some of the back roads are still bad, I hear, but that is not so ununual after a winter storm. Interstate 70 was closed one night, between Kansas City and St. Louis, and that was unusual. All in all, I would say we got off pretty lucky. Ice storms elsewhere had big power outages and hundreds of stranded motorists. I do feel sorry for all the school kids who will have so many days to make up. Schools are reportedly trying to decide now whether to lengthen the school days, schedule Saturday school, or extend the school year to make up those days.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Family News
In my last post I left out some of our family news.
In just a few short months I am going to become a great grandma again. My daughter is soon to welcome her first grandson. As a matter of fact, he will be the first grandchild on both sides of his family! Do I hear spoiled? I think it is wonderful.
Other news isn't so welcome to me. Garret will be leaving for Iraq on February 27th. We thought that he was going to be stationed one place for his entire tour of duty over there, but he informed us today that that place will be his main place, but he will be flying around to different camps to do his job. Makes me wish even more that I could refuse to sign his permission slip for the trip, and that would keep him from going. Even if that were possible I don't suppose it would work. He wants to go, so he would probably fake my signature.
We were looking forward to him coming home for a few days before shipping out, but he wasn't able to manage it. Kalee has had some health concerns, so naturally he needed to be there with her. I don't resent this; that is where he should be, with his wife. I don't know if that was the only reason he couldn't get back, but we will just keep him in our prayers until we see him upon his return. He will be able to keep in contact with us while he is gone, so that is a good thing.
I think this brings me more up to date. I really will try to do better.
In just a few short months I am going to become a great grandma again. My daughter is soon to welcome her first grandson. As a matter of fact, he will be the first grandchild on both sides of his family! Do I hear spoiled? I think it is wonderful.
Other news isn't so welcome to me. Garret will be leaving for Iraq on February 27th. We thought that he was going to be stationed one place for his entire tour of duty over there, but he informed us today that that place will be his main place, but he will be flying around to different camps to do his job. Makes me wish even more that I could refuse to sign his permission slip for the trip, and that would keep him from going. Even if that were possible I don't suppose it would work. He wants to go, so he would probably fake my signature.
We were looking forward to him coming home for a few days before shipping out, but he wasn't able to manage it. Kalee has had some health concerns, so naturally he needed to be there with her. I don't resent this; that is where he should be, with his wife. I don't know if that was the only reason he couldn't get back, but we will just keep him in our prayers until we see him upon his return. He will be able to keep in contact with us while he is gone, so that is a good thing.
I think this brings me more up to date. I really will try to do better.
Holidays and Health
So much for all of my plans to keep my thoughts on life more up to date on here. I just checked, and my last blog was in October. I really do need to blog more often. I have great ideas to write about, but then I don't blog for a few months, and by then I have forgotten everything I had intended to talk about.
A lot has happened in the last few months. For Thanksgiving this year we decided not to cook a big dinner for just the two of us. We decided to go to the truck stop in Cameron, so we did.
We ended up taking son Danny and his son Alan with us. Alan's family had gone to his wife's family for the day, but he had decided to stay home. I was glad that he and Danny went with us; it was fun.
Garret and Kalee had talked about coming back for Thanksgiving, but they decided not to make the long trip. I'm always glad to see them, but I hated for them to make a twenty-two hour drive one way. They are always tired when they get here, and the twenty two hour drive home is even more tiring.
This was the first time in years that Danny was able to be home for Christmas. He went with us when my side of the family got together at Terri's and Don's a few days before Christmas. Christmas day Wayne and I spent home alone. We cooked a traditional Christmas dinner, and just relaxed. It really was nice. Danny spent Christmas morning with Alan and his family, so he got to see the kids open their presents. Kids make Christmas morning special.
We have had some pretty good snowfalls the last few weeks. I believe they are calling for snow again the first of the week, and we still have lots left from the last storm. Reminds me of the snows we had when I was a child.
Terri has gotten a job at Liberty Hospital, and will be undergoing training for another four weeks. It is a part time job as a unit secretary, and she thinks she is going to like it quite well.
Danny still hasn't found a job, but he has sure applied a lot of places. He is hoping he can get unemployment benefits before long, if he doesn't find something quickly.
I went for my six month visit with my primary pulmonary doctor this last Thursday, and the report wasn't good. I knew my breathing had seemed worse to me, and he confirmed that it wasn't as good as on my last visit. The bad part is that he said that there is nothing more he can do for me, other than medications to make it easier to handle the worst times. I knew this was coming, but it was still a bit of a shock. He gave me a medication to take for a month to see how I do on it, so I have to go back in March, instead of waiting six months. I also have a new "worst times" prescription that I can take every six hours, as needed. I shouldn't need it every day, only when the breathing causes panic attacks or extra stress. He has told me that shortness of breath is the most stressfull on the body. Nice. Oh, well; I'm not in the grave yet, so it could be worse.
I've read some good books lately, as well as listened to several audio books that I really liked. It is always so much fun to find a new author that you really like, and when you discover that he, or she, has written several books in the series it makes it even better.
Sorry I didn't have a lot of memories for you this time, Anna. Have to think back on my life a little more. Feel free to remind me of those days. lol
A lot has happened in the last few months. For Thanksgiving this year we decided not to cook a big dinner for just the two of us. We decided to go to the truck stop in Cameron, so we did.
We ended up taking son Danny and his son Alan with us. Alan's family had gone to his wife's family for the day, but he had decided to stay home. I was glad that he and Danny went with us; it was fun.
Garret and Kalee had talked about coming back for Thanksgiving, but they decided not to make the long trip. I'm always glad to see them, but I hated for them to make a twenty-two hour drive one way. They are always tired when they get here, and the twenty two hour drive home is even more tiring.
This was the first time in years that Danny was able to be home for Christmas. He went with us when my side of the family got together at Terri's and Don's a few days before Christmas. Christmas day Wayne and I spent home alone. We cooked a traditional Christmas dinner, and just relaxed. It really was nice. Danny spent Christmas morning with Alan and his family, so he got to see the kids open their presents. Kids make Christmas morning special.
We have had some pretty good snowfalls the last few weeks. I believe they are calling for snow again the first of the week, and we still have lots left from the last storm. Reminds me of the snows we had when I was a child.
Terri has gotten a job at Liberty Hospital, and will be undergoing training for another four weeks. It is a part time job as a unit secretary, and she thinks she is going to like it quite well.
Danny still hasn't found a job, but he has sure applied a lot of places. He is hoping he can get unemployment benefits before long, if he doesn't find something quickly.
I went for my six month visit with my primary pulmonary doctor this last Thursday, and the report wasn't good. I knew my breathing had seemed worse to me, and he confirmed that it wasn't as good as on my last visit. The bad part is that he said that there is nothing more he can do for me, other than medications to make it easier to handle the worst times. I knew this was coming, but it was still a bit of a shock. He gave me a medication to take for a month to see how I do on it, so I have to go back in March, instead of waiting six months. I also have a new "worst times" prescription that I can take every six hours, as needed. I shouldn't need it every day, only when the breathing causes panic attacks or extra stress. He has told me that shortness of breath is the most stressfull on the body. Nice. Oh, well; I'm not in the grave yet, so it could be worse.
I've read some good books lately, as well as listened to several audio books that I really liked. It is always so much fun to find a new author that you really like, and when you discover that he, or she, has written several books in the series it makes it even better.
Sorry I didn't have a lot of memories for you this time, Anna. Have to think back on my life a little more. Feel free to remind me of those days. lol
Sunday, October 24, 2010
My Children
All last year and this I had tried to figure out how I could get to Denver to visit my younger son. I have driven the six-hundred plus miles more than once, but that was before my breathing got so bad. The driving part wouldn't be a problem, but because of my emphysema having to gas the car, stop for restrooms, and check into motels with my air and luggage would be very hard. I was honestly afriad to try it. Then this week he moved back to Missouri. Right now he is living about thirty minutes away, and I have already seen him twice. Prayers are answered. Now if he can just find a decent job and a decent place to live I can relax.
My daughter is still missing her Texas home so much. She likes her new home and being close to family and old friends, but she is so homesick for her Texas friends and her church. She loved her home and her way of life there. As a parent, I feel so helpless as there is nothing I can do to make the sadness go away. I am proud of the way that she doesn't let this rule her life here, but I can feel the sadness in her heart.
My older son is still stationed at Fort Meade in Maryland, and is scheduled to go to Iraq next year, probably in March. He and his wife have made some short visits back here, and we are trying to figure out how we can manage to visit them in Baltimore. Our dogs and money are the only things stopping us from going.
Weather has cooled off and now feels like Fall. My favorite time of the year, or maybe second to Winter. I love being able to wear sweaters and sweatshirts.
My daughter is still missing her Texas home so much. She likes her new home and being close to family and old friends, but she is so homesick for her Texas friends and her church. She loved her home and her way of life there. As a parent, I feel so helpless as there is nothing I can do to make the sadness go away. I am proud of the way that she doesn't let this rule her life here, but I can feel the sadness in her heart.
My older son is still stationed at Fort Meade in Maryland, and is scheduled to go to Iraq next year, probably in March. He and his wife have made some short visits back here, and we are trying to figure out how we can manage to visit them in Baltimore. Our dogs and money are the only things stopping us from going.
Weather has cooled off and now feels like Fall. My favorite time of the year, or maybe second to Winter. I love being able to wear sweaters and sweatshirts.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
HIGH SCHOOL REUNION
This past weekend was my high school fifty year reunion. The two classes following our class combined their reunion with us, so my husband celebrated his forty-eight year reunion.
This was the high school homecoming, so we had a truck in the parade on Friday afternoon. It was fun seeing all of us "old folks" climbing up to sit on the hay bales. There were pep songs sung, cheers chanted, and lots of waving to the crowds. The truck bed was full, so some of the men walked the entire parade route behind the truck. A couple of them looked as though they wished they hadn't been so quick to volunteer, but they all managed to smile and wave to the crowds and finish the parade. Way to go, guys!
The local Quarterback Club was sponsoring a chili supper before the football game Friday night, and a lot of our former classmates were planning to attend both the supper and the football game. After spending the afternoon in a sunny, eighty plus degree afternoon, I didn't think I could handle much more. Wayne was ready to get out of the heat, too, so we went home to take care of the dogs and get a cold drink of water for ourselves. Then we went out to eat where we could sit down and be waited on.
Saturday evening we attended the "meet and greet" and the dinner. We sat with my best friend from high school, Kitty, and her husband, Larry. There was lots of hugging, talking and laughing. Wayne and Kitty spent time walking around and talking to people, but Larry and I stayed at the table and let people come to us. I didn't want to carry my oxygen tank around, and Larry didn't know anyone but us, so that was fine with both of us. Class group pictures were taken, and I am looking forward to seeing them.
All in all, it was a a lot of fun. We saw a lot of people we hadn't seen for years and heard all about their kids and grandkids. I think we should do it again in another fifty years.
This was the high school homecoming, so we had a truck in the parade on Friday afternoon. It was fun seeing all of us "old folks" climbing up to sit on the hay bales. There were pep songs sung, cheers chanted, and lots of waving to the crowds. The truck bed was full, so some of the men walked the entire parade route behind the truck. A couple of them looked as though they wished they hadn't been so quick to volunteer, but they all managed to smile and wave to the crowds and finish the parade. Way to go, guys!
The local Quarterback Club was sponsoring a chili supper before the football game Friday night, and a lot of our former classmates were planning to attend both the supper and the football game. After spending the afternoon in a sunny, eighty plus degree afternoon, I didn't think I could handle much more. Wayne was ready to get out of the heat, too, so we went home to take care of the dogs and get a cold drink of water for ourselves. Then we went out to eat where we could sit down and be waited on.
Saturday evening we attended the "meet and greet" and the dinner. We sat with my best friend from high school, Kitty, and her husband, Larry. There was lots of hugging, talking and laughing. Wayne and Kitty spent time walking around and talking to people, but Larry and I stayed at the table and let people come to us. I didn't want to carry my oxygen tank around, and Larry didn't know anyone but us, so that was fine with both of us. Class group pictures were taken, and I am looking forward to seeing them.
All in all, it was a a lot of fun. We saw a lot of people we hadn't seen for years and heard all about their kids and grandkids. I think we should do it again in another fifty years.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Dead Tree
When I was writing yesterday, I forgot to mention something that happened last week. Wayne was in the living room on our desktop, and I was in the kitchen on my laptop. I heard a loud noise, sounded like an explosion, but couldn't tell where it came from. When I looked out the back door, I saw a tree branch in the bed of Wayne's truck. I told him about it, but he didn't seem to be too concerned. A few minutes later, I looked out again and then saw a neighbor from over the hill taking pictures of our truck. I told Wayne, and he went out to see what was going on.
It turned out that more than a limb had fallen. A dead tree in a neighbor's yard had fallen across the road and partially onto our truck. The neighbor taking pictures was going to email the pictures to the property owner, who was at work at the time. Wayne got his camera and took several pictures, too.
Our neighbor's Homeowner's insurance covered the damage to our truck, and Wayne and the neighbor cleaned up the debris.
It was raining or storming at the time the tree fell, but we have had so much rain lately that we figure the ground got so wet it could no longer hold the tree. We've heard of other trees around falling the same way.
It turned out that more than a limb had fallen. A dead tree in a neighbor's yard had fallen across the road and partially onto our truck. The neighbor taking pictures was going to email the pictures to the property owner, who was at work at the time. Wayne got his camera and took several pictures, too.
It was raining or storming at the time the tree fell, but we have had so much rain lately that we figure the ground got so wet it could no longer hold the tree. We've heard of other trees around falling the same way.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Okay, its been six months since I last posted here. I've thought about doing so quite often, but couldn't decide what to post. The problem was that I had a lot of things on my mind, but I wasn't sure that I should post them.
The last six months have not been easy. There was a misunderstanding with a family member which left me in tears every time I thought of it. Things are better now, but I am overly careful about what I say in case I upset them. I really care about this person and wish I could just relax and be myself around them, but I'm afraid to even joke with them in case they take it wrong. Maybe our relationship will continue to improve; I certainly hope so.
A family member over six hundred miles away had serious health concerns, and I couldn't be with them. They were going throught some really rough times, with both their health and other problems, and I was unable to help them. I was feeling like I was letting them down, although they did not seem to feel that way.
My health has slipped somewhat over the last months, also. For the first time, I have had to go to oxygen full time; twenty-four seven. About the only places I go regularly are to restaurants. (That will be the last thing I give up. I love to eat out) Cooking is hard if I have to stand over the stove too much. Crock pot meals are the easiest for me to prepare. With all the dog hair and dirt and dust the dogs track in, cleaning is not easy for me. The dust really curtails my breathing. When I do go shopping, it has to be stores which have those electric shopping carts or wheelchairs for the cutomers. It is so embarassing when I think I am hiding my condition pretty well, and then have the clerks or other workers ask me if I am okay and if I need help. I went into a library near our favorite steak house recently, and when I started out one of the workers inquired if I were okay. I told her that I was fine, but she insisted on going ahead of me and opening the doors for me.
I am trying to make myself be more active, and trying to avoid as much stress as I can. Inactivity and stress both have very negative effects on my breathing. Weather also affects breathing, as anyone with COPD is well aware. We had a very hot and humid summer, so I am looking forward to a cooler fall.
Enough complaining.
My high school fifty year reunion is next month, and my daughter and I went shopping for a new outfit for me. The first store had a wheelchair Terri could push me in, and the second one had an electric cart. I got a blouse at one store and slacks at the second one. I found out that you can drive the electric cart into the handicap fitting room, but backing it out is not easy. At one point I almost had Terri pushed up against the wall, but we made it out of the room with no injuries. It was even good for a few laughs. I haven't shown the blouse to Wayne. It is so different from anything else I have, that I am a little nervous about it. Terri likes it, so I suppose it will be okay.
The last six months have not been all bad. One evening we met Terri and Don at Terri's dad's place to pick peaches. I sat on the tailgate and supervised. We all had a really fun time. I'm glad that Wayne and Jim get along so well.
Other good times were with Garret and Kalee when they made it home to visit. Of course, we never get to see them as much as we would like, but they always have so many friends and family members to visit, as well as other places the two of them want to go.
Garret will be going to Iraq, probably in March. I keep telling him that I am not going to sign the permission slip for him to go on the trip, but I don't think the Air Force will accept that. He seems to be looking forward to it, so I will just count the months he is gone and say prayers for him and the others.
It may not seem like it, but I have cut this way down from what it could have been. As usual, I will try to do better about keeping it up to date. And Anna, I may put in some more about our childhood.
The last six months have not been easy. There was a misunderstanding with a family member which left me in tears every time I thought of it. Things are better now, but I am overly careful about what I say in case I upset them. I really care about this person and wish I could just relax and be myself around them, but I'm afraid to even joke with them in case they take it wrong. Maybe our relationship will continue to improve; I certainly hope so.
A family member over six hundred miles away had serious health concerns, and I couldn't be with them. They were going throught some really rough times, with both their health and other problems, and I was unable to help them. I was feeling like I was letting them down, although they did not seem to feel that way.
My health has slipped somewhat over the last months, also. For the first time, I have had to go to oxygen full time; twenty-four seven. About the only places I go regularly are to restaurants. (That will be the last thing I give up. I love to eat out) Cooking is hard if I have to stand over the stove too much. Crock pot meals are the easiest for me to prepare. With all the dog hair and dirt and dust the dogs track in, cleaning is not easy for me. The dust really curtails my breathing. When I do go shopping, it has to be stores which have those electric shopping carts or wheelchairs for the cutomers. It is so embarassing when I think I am hiding my condition pretty well, and then have the clerks or other workers ask me if I am okay and if I need help. I went into a library near our favorite steak house recently, and when I started out one of the workers inquired if I were okay. I told her that I was fine, but she insisted on going ahead of me and opening the doors for me.
I am trying to make myself be more active, and trying to avoid as much stress as I can. Inactivity and stress both have very negative effects on my breathing. Weather also affects breathing, as anyone with COPD is well aware. We had a very hot and humid summer, so I am looking forward to a cooler fall.
Enough complaining.
My high school fifty year reunion is next month, and my daughter and I went shopping for a new outfit for me. The first store had a wheelchair Terri could push me in, and the second one had an electric cart. I got a blouse at one store and slacks at the second one. I found out that you can drive the electric cart into the handicap fitting room, but backing it out is not easy. At one point I almost had Terri pushed up against the wall, but we made it out of the room with no injuries. It was even good for a few laughs. I haven't shown the blouse to Wayne. It is so different from anything else I have, that I am a little nervous about it. Terri likes it, so I suppose it will be okay.
The last six months have not been all bad. One evening we met Terri and Don at Terri's dad's place to pick peaches. I sat on the tailgate and supervised. We all had a really fun time. I'm glad that Wayne and Jim get along so well.
Other good times were with Garret and Kalee when they made it home to visit. Of course, we never get to see them as much as we would like, but they always have so many friends and family members to visit, as well as other places the two of them want to go.
Garret will be going to Iraq, probably in March. I keep telling him that I am not going to sign the permission slip for him to go on the trip, but I don't think the Air Force will accept that. He seems to be looking forward to it, so I will just count the months he is gone and say prayers for him and the others.
It may not seem like it, but I have cut this way down from what it could have been. As usual, I will try to do better about keeping it up to date. And Anna, I may put in some more about our childhood.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND MEMORIES
A childhood friend reminded me of the fun we had together when we were young. We were next door neighbors, and I played with Anna and her sister Annette nearly every day. In the summer we usually played cowboys and Indians. There were some tall, thick plants that grew along the road on the north side of my yard, and we would break them off next to the ground and use them for horses. That was back in the days when kids used their immaginations a lot. We also sometimes played war, and of course we were the good guys, the Americans.
Back then milk and bread were brought to our homes in delivery trucks. I liked to meet the milk truck around the block near my aunt and uncle's house, and the milk man would let me ride in the open door as far as my house. Sometimes we would save up our change so we could buy a half pint of ice cream from him, and I would bring out spoons for everyone so we could sit on our back porch and share. Ice cream never tasted better.
I don't know if Anna remembers this, but one day I stole a doll from her and Annette. I don't remember if the girls wouldn't play with me that day, or if their mother wouldn't let them come over for some reason. But then my brother suggested that I take a doll they left lying in their front yard, and hold it for ramsom. I believe the idea was that I would give it back when they agreed to play. Anyway, their mother was standing at the kitchen window when I took the doll, so I was forced to give it back. Then she really wouldn't let them play with me. Thankfully, I was forgiven and we remained friends.
I was a real tomboy when I was young, and much preferred toy guns and such over girl toys. The Montgomery Ward and Sears Christmas catalogs were always nearly worn out before Christmas. One year I mentioned to my aunt that a doll in one of the catalogs was pretty. I was so disappointed on Christmas morning when my present from her and my uncle was that doll. It wasn't even a baby doll that you could feed and diaper. It was a "pretty doll" that I couldn't see much use for. So, for a month or so it lay on my bed during the day and on a chair at night. After a while it ended up in a toy box, ignored. After that I was careful what I mentioned around my aunt.
Thanks for the memories, Anna. Those were really fun times. Kids today have no idea the good times they missed.
Back then milk and bread were brought to our homes in delivery trucks. I liked to meet the milk truck around the block near my aunt and uncle's house, and the milk man would let me ride in the open door as far as my house. Sometimes we would save up our change so we could buy a half pint of ice cream from him, and I would bring out spoons for everyone so we could sit on our back porch and share. Ice cream never tasted better.
I don't know if Anna remembers this, but one day I stole a doll from her and Annette. I don't remember if the girls wouldn't play with me that day, or if their mother wouldn't let them come over for some reason. But then my brother suggested that I take a doll they left lying in their front yard, and hold it for ramsom. I believe the idea was that I would give it back when they agreed to play. Anyway, their mother was standing at the kitchen window when I took the doll, so I was forced to give it back. Then she really wouldn't let them play with me. Thankfully, I was forgiven and we remained friends.
I was a real tomboy when I was young, and much preferred toy guns and such over girl toys. The Montgomery Ward and Sears Christmas catalogs were always nearly worn out before Christmas. One year I mentioned to my aunt that a doll in one of the catalogs was pretty. I was so disappointed on Christmas morning when my present from her and my uncle was that doll. It wasn't even a baby doll that you could feed and diaper. It was a "pretty doll" that I couldn't see much use for. So, for a month or so it lay on my bed during the day and on a chair at night. After a while it ended up in a toy box, ignored. After that I was careful what I mentioned around my aunt.
Thanks for the memories, Anna. Those were really fun times. Kids today have no idea the good times they missed.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
NOTHING IN PARTICULAR
When I started blogging, I was expecting so much of myself. I was sure that I would be writing at least once a week, and usually more than that. So much for noble thoughts. I can't remember the last time I wrote, although I have thought about it a lot. By now I have forgotten all the "great" ideas I had to write about. So, I will put down a few random ideas and let it go for now.
Terri and Don have moved back from Texas. It is nice her being less than thirty minutes away rather than twelve hours, but I have to admit I miss her Texas home. Her new home is nice, but I don't get the same feeling in it that I did the one in Texas. I don't even get the same feeling in my own home that I did in the other one. Can't really explain it.
Garret and Kalee surprised us by driving nineteen hours to spend the Thanksgiving weekend with family and friends. They had only a few days, but Garret has two weeks leave over Christmas and they are coming home then, too. His birthday is the day after Christmas, and I am hoping we can spend most of it together.
Danny wanted to come home for Christmas, but he can't afford to take off work. I still haven't been able to get out there, and now that winter is here I know it will be a few months before I can visit everyone there.
A good friend I made in Colorado is now in a nursing home out there and is in pretty bad shape. I've talked to him on the phone and he sounds so weak. I hope I get to see him again. He is in my prayers.
Most of my Christmas shopping is done. We've mailed Danny's presents to him, but I haven't wrapped any others. I never did get out to buy Christmas cards, so will have to rely on email and phone calls to wish family and friends Merry Christmas.
Today is mother's birthday. I love you mother and I miss you so much.
Terri and Don have moved back from Texas. It is nice her being less than thirty minutes away rather than twelve hours, but I have to admit I miss her Texas home. Her new home is nice, but I don't get the same feeling in it that I did the one in Texas. I don't even get the same feeling in my own home that I did in the other one. Can't really explain it.
Garret and Kalee surprised us by driving nineteen hours to spend the Thanksgiving weekend with family and friends. They had only a few days, but Garret has two weeks leave over Christmas and they are coming home then, too. His birthday is the day after Christmas, and I am hoping we can spend most of it together.
Danny wanted to come home for Christmas, but he can't afford to take off work. I still haven't been able to get out there, and now that winter is here I know it will be a few months before I can visit everyone there.
A good friend I made in Colorado is now in a nursing home out there and is in pretty bad shape. I've talked to him on the phone and he sounds so weak. I hope I get to see him again. He is in my prayers.
Most of my Christmas shopping is done. We've mailed Danny's presents to him, but I haven't wrapped any others. I never did get out to buy Christmas cards, so will have to rely on email and phone calls to wish family and friends Merry Christmas.
Today is mother's birthday. I love you mother and I miss you so much.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
SUNSHINE
Beautiful day! After an absence of several days, the sun is shining. The sky is a beautiful blue, and the fall trees are beautiful in their red and yellow leaves. It has been so dark and dreary lately, which makes today even more beautiful.
Wayne got to work on the new porch/deck for an hour or so today. He could have gotten a lot more done, but he had to go to a Mason's installation dinner. I could have gone, but after showering and washing my hair, I was so out of breath I decided to stay home. They had their annual elections a couple of weeks ago, so Wayne no longer has to furnish and prepare meals or snacks for the meetings. He has been elected to the cemetery board for the next year, which will be a lot easier for him.
Speaking of the Mason's, I started Dan Brown's latest book, LOST SYMBOLS, a few weeks ago, but still haven't finished it. To be truthful, I got really bored with it. I will probably go back to it from time to time, but can't imagine it holding my interest long enough for me to finish it at one sitting.
Terri and Don are mostly settled in their new home. They have a lot of yard work to do, but I imagine most of that will have to wait until Spring.
Garret and Kalee moved into their new row house Thursday. Kalee has really good taste, so I imagine she will soon have it looking wonderful. They have been a little aprehensive about this move, but I think they are really going to love their place
Danny is working again, thank goodness, so his mood has improved. At least while he was off work he got a lot of song writing done. Wish he would get his music recorded. Some of his songs are really great. And I don't think this is just a mother speaking, either. lol
We have a lot of health stuff coming up. I will have to have a blood test done in November, in reference to my colon problems. We are both getting our regular flu shots November 6th, and Wayne has an appointment on the 4th for an eye exam. I need to make an eye appointment, too. In December I go back to Dr. Botts for my six month pulmonary visit. I think that is all we have scheduled.
I am getting hungry, and I think I will slice an apple and heat up the caramel apple dip. Hey, apples are healthy.
Wayne got to work on the new porch/deck for an hour or so today. He could have gotten a lot more done, but he had to go to a Mason's installation dinner. I could have gone, but after showering and washing my hair, I was so out of breath I decided to stay home. They had their annual elections a couple of weeks ago, so Wayne no longer has to furnish and prepare meals or snacks for the meetings. He has been elected to the cemetery board for the next year, which will be a lot easier for him.
Speaking of the Mason's, I started Dan Brown's latest book, LOST SYMBOLS, a few weeks ago, but still haven't finished it. To be truthful, I got really bored with it. I will probably go back to it from time to time, but can't imagine it holding my interest long enough for me to finish it at one sitting.
Terri and Don are mostly settled in their new home. They have a lot of yard work to do, but I imagine most of that will have to wait until Spring.
Garret and Kalee moved into their new row house Thursday. Kalee has really good taste, so I imagine she will soon have it looking wonderful. They have been a little aprehensive about this move, but I think they are really going to love their place
Danny is working again, thank goodness, so his mood has improved. At least while he was off work he got a lot of song writing done. Wish he would get his music recorded. Some of his songs are really great. And I don't think this is just a mother speaking, either. lol
We have a lot of health stuff coming up. I will have to have a blood test done in November, in reference to my colon problems. We are both getting our regular flu shots November 6th, and Wayne has an appointment on the 4th for an eye exam. I need to make an eye appointment, too. In December I go back to Dr. Botts for my six month pulmonary visit. I think that is all we have scheduled.
I am getting hungry, and I think I will slice an apple and heat up the caramel apple dip. Hey, apples are healthy.
Friday, October 2, 2009
THIS WEEK
Wayne worked on our new back porch this week, and it is really looking good. He took yesterday and today off from working on it, yesterday because of rain, and today just to rest his back. He is planning on building a new step and moving the dog to Jackie's run tomorrow. He will soon be starting on the ramp and putting the new railings up. It will be nice to have it done, even though I probably won't be taking advantage of it for a while. The car carrier for my power chair is rather expensive, and I'm not eager to spend that money. I am eager to be able to spend more time in bookstores, etc., so I have mixed feelings.
Talk about mixed feelings, I am getting itcy feet to take a trip. I am really wanting to go to Denver to see Danny, but with the weather cooling off it feels so cozy staying inside with a good book. My body seems to think I am getting ready to hibernate, I can't get enough to eat. As soon as I finish eating something, I start planning what I can eat most. This is not a good thing.
We ate lunch at Country Buffet Thursday, and while Wayne was eating dessert, I took a survey about the restaurant, which earned me a card for a free meal. It is good until the end of October, and I know we will go back there in time for me to use it. Where else can two adults eat lunch, including drinks and desserts, for just over thirteen dollars?
Garret and Kalee moved from the base hotel to a long term motel today. They were looking forward to having a kitchenette, but were disappointed when they found out what a fully furnished kitchen consisted of. One pan, one skillet, and a plastic spatula. Not much in way of dishes, either. The good part is that they will be closing on their new house in only thirteen days, so they won't be in the motel very long. The bank estimate on their place came back, and it was estimated to be worth a lot more than they are paying for it, so that made them very happy.
Trees are starting to change colors and the temperature right now is 51 degrees. Brrrr
This is going to be a good sleeping night. I hope.
Talk about mixed feelings, I am getting itcy feet to take a trip. I am really wanting to go to Denver to see Danny, but with the weather cooling off it feels so cozy staying inside with a good book. My body seems to think I am getting ready to hibernate, I can't get enough to eat. As soon as I finish eating something, I start planning what I can eat most. This is not a good thing.
We ate lunch at Country Buffet Thursday, and while Wayne was eating dessert, I took a survey about the restaurant, which earned me a card for a free meal. It is good until the end of October, and I know we will go back there in time for me to use it. Where else can two adults eat lunch, including drinks and desserts, for just over thirteen dollars?
Garret and Kalee moved from the base hotel to a long term motel today. They were looking forward to having a kitchenette, but were disappointed when they found out what a fully furnished kitchen consisted of. One pan, one skillet, and a plastic spatula. Not much in way of dishes, either. The good part is that they will be closing on their new house in only thirteen days, so they won't be in the motel very long. The bank estimate on their place came back, and it was estimated to be worth a lot more than they are paying for it, so that made them very happy.
Trees are starting to change colors and the temperature right now is 51 degrees. Brrrr
This is going to be a good sleeping night. I hope.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
EARLY MORNING NOT FOR ME
Everyone who knows me well knows that I am not a morning person. As far as I am concerned, the day should not start until at least eleven in the morning. I could even put up with it not starting until one or two in the afternoon, but that would not leave time for a nap. I like to think I am not entirely lazy, as I honestly believe my breathing problems have something to do with how tired I get. Anyway --------
Sunday evening Wayne suggested that we get up early Monday morning and go for breakfast at our favorite buffet. We really like the lunch and dinners there, and someone had told Wayne that the breakfast buffets were really good.
We didn't set alarms, as the dogs always get at least one of us to let them out in the mornings. Monday morning the dogs slept late and didn't wake us until around nine-thirty. It is about a thirty minute drive to the buffet, so we decided that we would wait and go Tuesday morning, instead.
Sure enough, the dogs got us up before seven-thirty Tuesday, so we got dressed and headed for Gladstone. It was very cool that morning, so Wayne turned the heater on in the car. I honestly had trouble staying awake as it was so warm and cozy in the car. When we got there, we noticed that there were only a couple of cars in the lot. We figured that we had missed the early rush, but when we got to the door we looked at the sign showing the hours of business, and found that the breakfast buffet is only on weekends. Too early for lunch, so we started home. Wayne suggested that we stop at Cracker Barrel in Liberty, which we did. No buffet, but by this time we just wanted a good breakfast. My breakfast was eatable, but not anything to make me want to go back, and Wayne says that it was the worst breakfast he had ever had.
To make a long story short, I took my upset stomach back to bed for a few hours. See, nothing good comes of getting up early. It was a pretty morning, but not any prettier than the evening.
Terri had to take some time off from unpacking to rest her back, which often gives her trouble. She hated this, but I think she should just enjoy this time. She is under no deadline to get everything put up, and these days when you can just relax and enjoy the quiet times don't come that often.
I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but the row house Garret and Kalee are buying passed inspection with flying colors. Next is the bank's appraisal.
Danny still has a touch of the flu, but is finally feeling better. His job hunting is picking up, and hopefully he will have something soon. His mood is a lot better now that he is not so sick.
I am catching up on laundry today, and Wayne is starting to remove the railings from our back porch, so he can extend the porch to make it easier to get my power chair out and turned to go down the ramp he is going to build. Everything had been put on hold for a while, because of all the rain we were getting. I still don't use the chair around home, but look forward to being able to go more places away from home with it. Once I can get it out of the house and have a way to transport it, that is. LOL
With Wayne outside, the television is off, and I have to admit I am enjoying the quiet. Still can't understand why some people will sit and watch it for hours, and complain that there is nothing on worth watching. As far as I am concerned, that is what the off button is for. Oh, well. In a little while he will come in and turn the air up, because he got hot working outside, and will then turn on the Weather Channel to see how hot he really is. Are all men like this?
Sunday evening Wayne suggested that we get up early Monday morning and go for breakfast at our favorite buffet. We really like the lunch and dinners there, and someone had told Wayne that the breakfast buffets were really good.
We didn't set alarms, as the dogs always get at least one of us to let them out in the mornings. Monday morning the dogs slept late and didn't wake us until around nine-thirty. It is about a thirty minute drive to the buffet, so we decided that we would wait and go Tuesday morning, instead.
Sure enough, the dogs got us up before seven-thirty Tuesday, so we got dressed and headed for Gladstone. It was very cool that morning, so Wayne turned the heater on in the car. I honestly had trouble staying awake as it was so warm and cozy in the car. When we got there, we noticed that there were only a couple of cars in the lot. We figured that we had missed the early rush, but when we got to the door we looked at the sign showing the hours of business, and found that the breakfast buffet is only on weekends. Too early for lunch, so we started home. Wayne suggested that we stop at Cracker Barrel in Liberty, which we did. No buffet, but by this time we just wanted a good breakfast. My breakfast was eatable, but not anything to make me want to go back, and Wayne says that it was the worst breakfast he had ever had.
To make a long story short, I took my upset stomach back to bed for a few hours. See, nothing good comes of getting up early. It was a pretty morning, but not any prettier than the evening.
Terri had to take some time off from unpacking to rest her back, which often gives her trouble. She hated this, but I think she should just enjoy this time. She is under no deadline to get everything put up, and these days when you can just relax and enjoy the quiet times don't come that often.
I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but the row house Garret and Kalee are buying passed inspection with flying colors. Next is the bank's appraisal.
Danny still has a touch of the flu, but is finally feeling better. His job hunting is picking up, and hopefully he will have something soon. His mood is a lot better now that he is not so sick.
I am catching up on laundry today, and Wayne is starting to remove the railings from our back porch, so he can extend the porch to make it easier to get my power chair out and turned to go down the ramp he is going to build. Everything had been put on hold for a while, because of all the rain we were getting. I still don't use the chair around home, but look forward to being able to go more places away from home with it. Once I can get it out of the house and have a way to transport it, that is. LOL
With Wayne outside, the television is off, and I have to admit I am enjoying the quiet. Still can't understand why some people will sit and watch it for hours, and complain that there is nothing on worth watching. As far as I am concerned, that is what the off button is for. Oh, well. In a little while he will come in and turn the air up, because he got hot working outside, and will then turn on the Weather Channel to see how hot he really is. Are all men like this?
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