But before we get to that, the good news. Next week I start therapy on my shoulder! I’m doing a happy dance in my brain, since my legs still don’t work all that well, and yes, I know it will hurt, but that will be a good kind of hurt. I’ll be back in the kitchen, cooking again in two months. My personal resolution. Maybe a bit premature, but I’ll do it!!!!
These are my two great grandsons, Eli and Camden. And they are standing out in the snow, the only photo I have in my library that has snow in it. We have some snow in the forecast, but I received an email from my Citizens Emergency Relief Team (CERT) trainer today that we are going to have a horrible, humongous cold wave starting next week, with the temps dipping below zero. So if you are in the Owensboro, KY area, be prepared. Dress in layers, have emergency equipment on hand, both at home and in your car if you have to get out. If you don’t have to get out, Please STAY AT HOME, and bundle up. Have an ample supply of finger foods on hand in case of power outage, don’t turn your heat up too high so you can conserve electricity, dress in layers, and please take care of your pets. They get cold too. There is no word about ice or snow, just the extreme cold, and I know a lot of you live in colder areas, but darn it, this is supposed to be the South. Upper south, but still….
Now for the personal train wrecks. Believe me, as long as I’m breathing, there will be train wrecks. I got this really nice cushion for my power chair, since my bum is getting a bit sore from sitting all the time, and today managed to spill my Dr. Pepper on it. And on my phone, which was on the cushion next to the Dr. Pepper. A new twist on sticky keys I think. So, to keep from getting the seat of my jeans wet (I hope) I have a thick towel covering the cushion. Also, a large wet spot on the leg of my jeans. If there’s a way to destroy it, I’ll find it.
I’ve managed to drag a second quilt off my bed by getting it caught in my chair. This takes a special talent. And yesterday I pulled a panel off the door of the elevator. Well, I never claimed to be a good driver. And besides, the door shouldn’t have tried to close on me so fast. It got me to my floor though, and for the first time in months it didn’t make that horrible sound when the door opened. Guess I showed it who’s boss, huh?
Just decided to show a few of my favorite photos before I sign off. On the left are Laurie, Anika, Andrew and Ethan, In the middle is Noah with his Grand Champion steer Asteroid, and on the right is my beautiful niece Amy, wearing a necklace I made for her. We raise beautiful kids in my family.
According to the weather bug on my computer, the temp is 25 degrees. The sound of the wind whistling around the building makes it feel more like 25 below. And the place is covered with ice — both the white kind, and the other, black ice that you don’t really see until you slip and fall on it. This gal is staying inside and taking no chances, even if I could actually walk. As for trying to drive my power chair, I have a feeling I would be skidding all over town in it without even trying.
I took this photo several years ago, just because it caught my fancy. I love things like this, old wagons, old houses, old barns. I had been at a patient’s house when I worked for Hospice, and this old wagon had caught my eye the first time I drove out there, but I didn’t have my camera with me at the time. That was before I started carrying the camera with me all the time, just for moments like this. It was a winding country road, and with my sense of direction, I managed to get lost every time I went out there. Of course, I can get lost in a closet with the door open, so that came as no surprise to me. Fortunately, Hospice gave us directions and phone numbers, so I could check the directions, turn around and back track each day when I over shot the driveway, and eventually find the right house. But this old wagon was on that road, so one day when I remembered to take the camera with me, I snapped the photo on the way back. That was before I took the wrong turn and ended up on the wrong road, but at least I knew where I was then and finally made it to the next patient.
My poor sweet potato leaves passed away a few days ago. One day they were half way to the ceiling, looking healthy and robust, and the next day they were drooping over the jar and turning brown. The mint is still thriving and the aloe, but both desperately need re-potting in ginormous buckets. I guess I’ll have to do more online shopping for the pots and potting soil, which hopefully can be found in January. I have some plastic buckets if they should become necessary, but don’t think I want to take a pick axe out to try to obtain some dirt anytime soon.
I’ve been cuddling under my half finished afghan while working on another one that isn’t so heavy at the time. It really bugs me that I can only do a few stitches at a time, but then, I’ve lost the crochet hook I was using, so I’ve had to start a third one using a different size hook. I’m sure my chair ate the other hook, and when I am able to life the chair up and look under it I’ll find the hook and probably a lot of other things that have been lost over the years. Losing things and getting lost are two of my things. If I turn one corner I’m completely lost, and if I put something down for a few minutes it disappears. I have a game I play called “find the remote”. My TV has been going for several days and nights because I can’t remember where I put the remote, no doubt in a place where I wouldn’t lose it. That’s a dangerous thing to do here, because as soon as I put it down, it’s gone. Don’t know why, don’t know how. I think things grow feet and they run away from home. They are probably all parading down Frederica street on their short little legs right now.
Here’s hoping this year will be so much better than last one. At least the last month of last one. I really want to get back in my kitchen and cook something. I know I can’t smell anything, but still I can remember the smells of the things I usually cook, and really miss that pot of beans and the Mexican cornbread that always go with it. Mmmm, what more can a person ask for than beans and cornbread on a cold, winter day?
I have a new award, sorta. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here it is. I haven’t decided which one to put in my gallery yet, but I think it will be the one with the picture of the presenter, Don Charisma. Of course, the other one shows up better, but I’ll decide before my next post. Don is really a great guy, currently living in Thailand, who is now doing great things with stitching photos together to make up really large, breathtaking scenery. He’s funny, intelligent, and altogether a great guy who created my angel logo for me. My knight in mostly shining armor. You really should check out his blog, http://doncharisma.org. At least I think that’s it. If not, so sorry Don. Sinus headache, remember?
Since I can’t go shopping at this time, I have started online shopping at Amazon. I think I went a bit overboard on a few things there, but since you don’t actually see the product, just a description, you don’t know until it arrives. Just a few days ago I got a call from the office telling me I had a large package downstairs. Large? It was about the size of a coffin. It is still taking up half my living room. As you can see, I ordered paper towels, also well, that’s more like a photo of the box with the towels at the top. So, here’s another one. A dozen packages of paper plates, and a huge bag of paper bowls. Since I can’t wash dishes at the moment, I use a lot of paper products. And last, a dozen boxes of Kleenex, although I only pulled one out because I only needed one opened at the time. Fortunately there was no shipping fee, since the order was more than $50. The trash bags and Windex are still to come, and naturally they are the items I needed the most. Except for the Kleenex, since I somehow caught a head cold without ever leaving the building. How? Your guess is as good as mine. I think if there is half of an allergen floating around the hemisphere it makes it to my nose and takes up residence there.
I’ve pretty much slept thru the past few days. It’s just too comfortable under the covers to move lately, and I have a lot of lost sleep to make up. Throw a couple of pain pills a day into the mix, and I’m snoring like, well, a lumberjack? Or maybe more like Max did. For such a tiny dog he could beat my dad when it came to snoring.
Well, back to the sinus meds. Doctor appointment on Friday for results of CAT scan. To tell the truth, I’m not sure I really want to know.
My friend Carol came to visit tonight, bringing me shrimp cocktail, orange crush, and much needed help. Since breaking the shoulder I have been unable to take out my garbage, pick things up off the floor, or clean up any of the many train wrecks that occur on a daily basis around here.
Although my neighbors all came around the first couple of days, no one has shown up since then, so I’ve been making do with what I can ever since that horrible day three weeks ago. I had hoped the kids would do some pickup things for me when they visited on my birthday, but my kids aren’t built that way. So—I have a fridge full of penicillin growing containers of food, and the garbage containers were overflowing, because I can’t lift them. Carol swooped in and now things are tidy again—at least until the next train wreck. And there is leftover shrimp in the fridge. Yummy.
I will be eating well for the next few days, and Carol will be back to clean the penicillin out of my fridge in a few days. After that I can take the melted ice cream in the freezer down and do what I once swore I would do when I asked for a new refrigerator….pour the melted stuff on the head of the chief of maintenance, who was actually hired more for his pretty face than his ability to fix things.
Statesville Train Wreck-02 (Photo credit: Scott LePage)
Wow! I found a picture of a train wreck. As well as one of two shrimp cocktails. I’m on a roll tonight. I’ll have to try to keep the train wreck somewhere. Can’t seem to get my own photos to load right, but just maybe….
So, okay, I think I spent most of the day sleeping. And trying to find a way to scratch one of those places where you get an itch and it’s just out of reach. You know the kind. You try running a clothes hanger down your back from one direction, then from another direction. Then you try rubbing it against things, sorta like an old cow does under a tree. Look for a yardstick. Wish you could reach the back rubber you bought a thousand years ago and then put away up so high you need a ladder to reach it. And now, after forgetting about it for a while, I’m starting to itch again just writing about it. Darn! Where’s my knitting needle when I need it? I even have a pair of them and can’t find either of them.
I also can’t find the crochet hook I’ve been using for my afghans. I have two of them, the same size, and both are lost. Probably down in the chair I sit in, but they might as well be on Venus, with the other women. You know—Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus? Now that I think about it, my crochet hooks may have taken off to Mars with a man. Not much would surprise me these days — except to wake up and discover the past three weeks were a dream and my shoulder is okay. Well, almost bedtime. Y’all have a good one.
YES!!!! This is the scanned picture Anika drew of Max! I’m so excited and so up in the air about this. Isn’t that girl an undiscovered talented artist? And gorgeous to boot. That’s Anika on the left of an Andrew sandwich, with Laurie, Anika’s twin brother, and Ethan in the back. They are all a couple of years older now, but really a group of good looking kids. Now I’m wondering which one is going to the UK vs Louisville game with their dad tonight.
Bill HAS to attend the games, because of his job at UK. Doesn’t that make you want to cry him a river? My older brother, Tony, used to have to do that job, and after a few years of it I think he got tired of going, but Bill takes one of the kids with him each time he has to go to a game. We asked him Thursday which one was going with him today and he didn’t really answer. Just said whoever was the best for the rest of the week. Don and Mike both started grinning and told him he would have to pretend they were his kids for one of two of the games then, because they were always better than the kids. I could add a comment or ten on that subject here, but I’ll save that for future blackmail material. Ummm, I mean for another post.
This is Bill and Ethan last year at the Final Four in New Orleans, where UK won the championship. I don’t really follow any sport, but I will admit my blood runs UK blue. I also have several UK shirts. All for survival of course. One brother, two kids, a granddaughter, a grandson, all either still in, working for, or in some way screaming GO CATS, so I would be found guilty of high treason if I didn’t at least support the game. We’re talking basketball here folks, not football. I don’t think anyone in the extended family would argue that they are not good at football.
I really wish I had remembered to take my camera with me to my party, because Ethan now has a bush growing on his face. It almost matches his Uncle Mike’s bushy face, except Mike is beginning to (gulp) get a bit gray. And he’s my baby. And only 11 1/4 years old, due to his birthday being on Feb. 29. That wouldn’t be so bad except that he acts like an 11 year old kid. Janette and I decided on duct tape instead of a plaster cast for him, and we decided to duct tape Noah to him after some of the shenanigans on Thursday. I think duct tape across Mike’s face would be even better, because when he pulls it off, we might get to see what he looks like for the first time in years.
I’m not sure what this post is supposed to be about tonight. I was just really so thrilled to find my scanned photos, that now I know where to look for more of them when I scan them in, and WordPress started to crunch the photo but changed it’s mind and let it in. Must be my lucky day.
I also found someone willing to go to the grocery for me today, so I now have some frozen TV dinners, which are a welcome switch from the soups I’ve been eating. The first one I ate even had some beautiful, green peas that stayed crunchy when they were warmed up. What more could I ask for. The pain level is dropping, so my shoulder is probably healing on it’s own, I ate some crunchy peas, visited with friends downstairs, got a few groceries….I even asked Steve to bring me a couple of the microwavable potatoes so I can have baked potatoes with sour cream and shredded cheese on them. Didn’t think about getting some broccoli to put on top, but then I don’t think I could hold the knife yet. But, ya never know.
Or maybe I should say more headaches. I’ve been trying to add a drawing Anika made for me of Max, my Pekingese dog. Anika is extremely talented in so many ways, and can draw everything except cats. She loves cats more than any other animal, but for some reason, can’t seem to draw them yet, so when she was here helping me decorate the pine cones I asked her if she would draw me a picture of Max. She drew it, sent it to me, and I have been trying to get it on the blog since I received it.
First I scanned it in to my photos, but it didn’t show up when I was downloading some photos to my blog library. Then I took a photo of the drawing, and have just spent an hour trying to put that in the library, but when it downloads I get a message that says “crunching”, and my only guess is that by crunching it really means munching, because it sure doesn’t show up in the photo library. So, I’m going to make one more effort here. Hold on to your hats and garters, because if this doesn’t work out there could be a huge explosion. BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM. It still didn’t work. What does it mean when it crunches your photo? I’ve downloaded a lot of photos to this site and they have always been okay. This is the first time they have ever been crunched. I wonder if they have seen my trash cans and realize how full they are and how much they need to be emptied and the contents crunched? Yeeks! I hope not. That would mean it could also see the items I have dropped and been unable to pick up.
Well, the title warned you this is about more train wrecks.
Like, I’m having to go on scavenger hunts again, since Irene came in last weekend. All of the things I use were stored within reach on my right side so I could just pick them up easily when needed. Some of them were moved to the left, meaning heaps of pain if I have to get them. Some were placed under heavy objects I can’t lift without chance of dropping on my foot. Just the thought of that makes me wince. There are a few things I haven’t found yet, but have made it without them so far. Others are in places I can see but have no way of getting to, because they are just out of reach.
I went online and ordered a lot of stuff I’m running out of, and the deliveries should start on Monday. And I also signed up for the produce deliveries from Cecil Farms again, starting in May. This time I signed up for every other week though. Getting the weekly deliveries last summer was nice, but there was no breathing space in between. I think this year I’ll need the time to breathe a week between the deliveries. I also signed up for fresh eggs during the summer, because I’m never sure when the egg lady will show up here, and I sure love those farm fresh eggs. Plus, I’ll hopefully be getting some fresh pork this year as well. That will be from a different source, but will be so much better than the pork bought at the grocery. And at some point before summer I plan on buying a pressure canner, so I can put some of that pork in jars and can it for later. That was something my mom always did, and it was sooooo good and so tender you just wouldn’t believe it. I did it on the farm, and it is great to be able to grab a jar of canned pork loin in an emergency situation and just sit back and enjoy it. Heat if you want, but it really isn’t necessary. Just open and enjoy.
Now I’m making myself hungry for some fresh collards and bacon or pork loin. Fresh anything right now would be good. I wanna get back to the kitchen. That means I had better get back in there now and heat up a bowl of burgoo.
And it ain’t over yet. But after fighting with my computer, the internet, WordPress, and my shoulder for several days, I finally was able to get back on my blog. I have had to reset my password about 25 times this week, and right now I’m not very sure which one finally worked, but Firefox has something on it that remembers passwords for me, so hopefully it will remember the one that finally opened the blog back up. Or maybe I should say, opened the dashboard up so I could start posting again.
Decided to show my rose in December photo again, because today my kids were here for our Christmas/birthday celebration, and Gina had my cake decorated to look like a large rose. Of course it was my angel’s food cake, but this time the “frosting” was a whipped cream, marshmallow mix, and I’m not sure who decorated it, but it looked just like a beautiful red rose. I really hated to see it cut, and really, really wanted to just bring it up to the apartment and preserve it forever, but the grand-kids over-ruled me on that one. And if you believe that, I have a big blue bridge across the Ohio River that I’ll sell you. A real bargain price too. Unfortunately, I forgot to take my camera down with me, so I’m waiting for one of them to post some photos on Facebook that I can save to my computer and maybe download to the blog later.
My day started with a surprise visit from a friend from long ago, bringing me some fresh fruit. A very welcome gift at this moment when I can’t go out to the grocery, and have to order things without seeing them first. I really like to look over my fresh fruit before I buy it, but haven’t been able to get over there since the shoulder injury. And I still don’t know if surgery will be required or not, but since the doctor wants me back in his office to deliver the news I don’t think it is going to be really good news when I hear it. Well, I’ve lived all these years with MS, so I guess I can make it a few more years with a sore shoulder.
My computer is making some really weird noises at me right now. There are days I would like to drop kick it down the hall, but then I regain my remaining brain cells and think about broken toes, and the fact that I don’t have any combat boots or steel toed shoes any more, and just shut it down for the night. Or I can stick my tongue out at it and make silly faces, just to show it I won’t let it tell me what to do. Of course that just ends up in another fight with it, and I’m not all that techy, so it usually wins that battle. One of these days though, I’ll really show it who is boss around here. It is, of course, but as long as I don’t say that out loud it will never know that because I happen to know computers are only as smart as the person using them. That makes mine a real dummy.
Well, I think I should rest this shoulder a bit more. Also have another blog to write, acknowledging Mark Bialczak and thanking him for awarding me my second Blog of the Year award. I do hope I spelled his name correctly. Right now I’m not sure I can spell mine. Anyway, Mark is a great guy, with a great blog, and I thank him very much.
Had my follow-up to the follow-up appointment with the surgeon today. X-ray first. My left arm is an inch shorter than it should be, so there is probably some bone pieces floating around in the shoulder area. Have to go for a CAT scan Monday to see where they are, and if they are in a dangerous place will definitely need surgery. Actually, doc told me today that if I was younger he would recommend surgery immediately, but if the broken off parts are not in places where they could inflict mortal danger, everything will be left to continue healing by itself. I don’t have to keep the arm immobilized all the time any more now, and it feels good to let it hang down by my side, and to move it around a bit.
Good news is that I’m using both hands to type this. I was afraid I would forget how if I had to keep on with the hunt and peck method. Feels really good to be able to type faster again instead of taking ten minutes to look for the letters to type one word.
Blue skies shining on me, nothing but blue skies do I see. At least today. Rain is supposed to start tomorrow, and last for the weekend. Whee!!! At least it won’t be that nasty four letter word that begins with sn and ends with ow. Pretty enough coming down, but so ugly after an hour or so of being driven on and walked on. I think even my aunt is no longer loving it, and she is the one we always blamed when it snowed because she was the one who thought it was so pretty. Nothing pretty about rain, but at least it doesn’t stick to the sidewalks. Chee, what difference does it make? I’m not going anyplace. At least I don’t plan to go anyplace. Could be surprised, but not likely.
My new mode of transportation these days is the GRITS bus. Can’t remember exactly what the letters stand for, but they pick me up at the door of the building and take me to the door of wherever I’m going, then pick me up again when I’m ready to come home — if I’m lucky. Had a long wait today, but I have a feeling that will be better after winter is over. The drivers are all retired people, making a little bit of extra money to supplement their Social Security, and all extremely polite and friendly. All in all a great way to travel.
Wish I could have taken a few photos last night. Haven’t been to the grocery lately, but managed to get my chair hooked on the bedspread and dragged it halfway to the living room, snagging a few other things along the way. That was almost as much fun as dragging the watermelon bin at Krogers. Trouble is, no one here to laugh with me. Ah, well, at least I’m back to my old tricks, and starting out with some new ones.
Hummm, wonder if I could find a kitty that could follow me around and take photos for me? This little guy looks pretty competent. He also looks like he might outgrow that camera in a few years too. Going to try to take some photos of the pine cones Anika and I decorated in a couple of days. have to see if one arm will hold the camera steady enough to get a good pic first. They will be subbing as my Christmas tree this year, because I can’t get the tree out of the closet and set it up. I know I could get help from friends, but hate to take advantage of them. Already having to ask them to heat my meals up so I won’t be wearing them in my lap (OUCH) instead of getting them to my mouth. I keep remembering my spaghetti squash disaster, and how it looked in my shoe and on the carpet. Yeck
And one new award. Hard to update this site at the moment, because one week ago this morning my legs gave out on me, causing me to fall with my walker on top of me. Ended up in ER with broken shoulder and lots of pain. Most important thing for me though was that they didn’t cut my sweatshirt off, because baby, it was COLD outside. So, left arm in sling, hoping it will mend without surgery, and typing with one finger, hunt and peck style. Never realized before how hard it is to find all these little keys this way.
So, it all started when I made the huge mistake of calling ATT and asking them to flip a switch and turn my land line back on. Sounds simple enough, right? You forget we are talking big corporation here. They decided in all their wisdom to install u-verse. this building is not wired for u-verse. Soooo, for more than 2 weeks I had no internet, no phone service, nothing. Just daily promises that a technician would be here before 4 p.m. Never happened. Had lots of people calling them, but no explanations, only promises that were never kept. Finally got working cell phone from Don and called them in tears and acute pain, making horrible threats, and tech showed up Thursday morning, flipped the necessary switch, and got me back online and with a working telephone, plus an explanation about the problem the others had not given me. He also gave me a local number to call if service is ever needed again.
This has become my nightly prayer lately, when I remember to look it up. Otherwise it is the Senility prayer. Almost the same. Or maybe they are the same and I don’t remember if I forgot it or not. Sinus headache right now, and hard to blow nose with one hand. Too much information? I’ll spare you some of the other details then.
Good thing Mike was able to sorta fix my old chair, because the day after the deadline to switch Medicare companies they notified me they were denying the new chair. Looking on the bright side though, they’ll be paying the hospital and doctors several times more than the chair would have cost. Is that a bright side? Yeah, I think so.
Mike and Janette have been coming in to help me a couple of times a week. The last time they brought me chocolate (which Mike put just out of reach, with an evil grin on his face) and then he cleaned up the spaghetti squash I had planned on having for dinner one night. After it landed on the floor and inside one of my pretty pink ribbon shoes I kinda lost my appetite that night. For once I was glad I had also lost my sense of smell, because it was down there for several days. Janette AND I have decided after my shoulder heals we are going to put Mike in a full body cast, including his smart mouth, stick some straws in his nose so he can breathe, and then go shopping. Might have to nudge him over the head with my rubber mallet first, but my shoulder will need some exercise by then.
Don and Norita were here today and did some grocery shopping for me. Got more chocolate, because it would be terrible to run out of that necessity too soon.
Ok, my finger is getting tired, so I’ll be back in a few days.
It all started when I made the huge mistake of getting out of my recliner. I have
I mean, I had some shelves next to my recliner where I kept a lot of things I work on at different times. Also there were my Nooks (I have two of them) some candy bars, fudge, a pile of recipes that I plan to put in notebooks, yarn, just everything I need at my side for when I want to use it. So back to getting up. My body got up but my brain decided it didn’t want to, so suddenly I found myself on my butt, wedged between the shelves and the recliner with the trash can cradled in my lap. Don’t even ask. I have no idea how it happened, but as soon as I realized what anyone would see if they walked in at that moment, I started laughing. I mean, really, how did I manage to get the trash can in my lap? I absolutely don’t know, but it just struck me as so funny that all I could do was laugh. I tried about three times to get back up, and each time ended up falling again. I finally realized I would have to stop laughing so hard and focus on grabbing hold of the chair to get back in it. Mission finally accomplished, but when I sat down in the recliner I still had the trash can cuddled in my lap. So…more laughter. If anyone had walked in at that point I would probably be off to the funny farm now.
Finally got up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Managed to knock this stuff off the counter while trying to get a fork out of the drawer. Now someone just tell me that doesn’t take a special kind of talent.
After all the trouble of getting the fork and a serving spoon out of the drawer, I got my casserole out of the fridge. And PLOP! Lunner hit the floor. As tempting as it was to grab a chicken thigh from the top, I resisted, grabbed the paper towels instead, and cleaned it up. Stomach growling all the time, and me almost crying because I really wanted some of that casserole. Well, it was good yesterday when I first tried it.
To add insult to injury, I opened the fridge again and my container of apples, cranberries and sweet potatoes fell out, and the plastic container broke. Of course it had to. It was one of my favorites. This time I had to use more paper towels and then a mop to get the sticky stuff up. It still feels sticky, but I may have to throw some sand or something like that to get the sticky off. Or maybe cornmeal, since I don’t have any sand. Hummm, I wonder if I could build a sandbox in my bedroom? Nah. I want to turn it into a container garden. Maybe put some grow lights in the ceiling light, and plant some herbs and stack them around in here. I could leave room to get to the computer, now that it’s working again. Had to call the techy guy to get the blog to work. He fixed it for me. Something about a broken link. Whatever. It seems to be doing okay right now. Guess I’ll know more when I try to post this.
Anyway, back at the ranch, the therapy person came again and we walked down the hall. My camera was in the little carrier under the seat of the walker, and I went all the way to the floor to ceiling window on the end. You have no idea how hard that was for me, because I have a horrible fear of heights. But when we got there I looked out and saw all the trees in town, so I pulled out the camera. I once heard Owensboro referred to as the city of trees, and looking out that window I can see why. Of course we’re also known for our barbecue. But this time of year, I prefer the fall colors, so I’ll leave you with them. No train wrecks outside the big window.