Missing Her

  

My Mom’s parents, and the only grandparents I knew. Today would have been Mom’s 85th birthday but they’re with her. That’s a comforting thought. 

My grandfather was a handsome guy, no? And Grandma was so petite. This is one of the few pix of her without her cats-eye glasses. 

Sunday Sidetracked 

*ramblings from my brain*

9:30: Check mail, weather, InstaGram, Twitter, Scramble With Friends, Vegas Slots, Breaking News, on my phone.

Out of bed, to shower. Opened drawer for sweatpants & found some yoga pants. Size Small? Oh, these don’t fit me. Why do I have them if they don’t fit? I try them on and they DO fit! Guess I’ve lost more weight than I thought. I pull out 4 pair of sweats that I have never worn/will never wear again, and put them in Donate bag.

Make my way into the bathroom and turn on the tub for the cat. Go to take my pills…pillboxes* are empty. Start the refilling ceremony.

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*His & Hers. Day pills & night pills.

Weather app says it feels like 27°. Wonder if he’s golfing or if there’s a frost delay. Check his location on the course. Send him a text.

I turn off the cat’s water, walk downstairs to give him wet and dry food.

Come back upstairs…rug looks furry…think I’ll vacuum.

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Vacuum hallway, yarn room, office, bedroom, bathroom.

What time is it? 11?

Sneaks another look at Eagle Cam

Snaps screen shot

Image courtesy of Pennsylvania Game Commission, HDOnTap and Comcast Business

Ponder skipping shower

Type up draft blog post.

Get in shower

Can’t imagine why I’m hungry…

Water Woes

Still recovering from surgery.

Before, people were saying, “You’ll feel so much better, right away!”

After, it’s all “It’s going to be weeks before you feel better”.

I’ve got nothing in writing so I can’t point fingers.

I’ll say this much, surgical glue really ROCKS! No worries about wetting bandages or stitches. Showering the very next day. (Here is where I’d have put in a photograph of my incisions, and the black and blues which ensued. You can thank me for not doing it.)

Well, that’s not really accurate. I *would* have been showering if we had hot water. Those that have followed my blog for the past…wow, it’s been more than 10 years, I think…know that we have bad luck with water.

Such as:

  • Flooding in our first basement apartment, to the point we had to sleep with lights on and fans blowing for days. At least 6″ of water from heavy rains that just sluiced down the outside basement stairs, into our place.
  • Mold in the storage unit of our next apartment.
  • Not really having any water pressure in our NEXT apartment because the delightful landlord “forgot” to open the valve.

The next rental was full of water fun*.

  • The time I colored my hair and the plastic glove got stuck in the tub drain – which didn’t have a cover – and we had to call a plumber.
  • The time we were making RO water for our saltwater fish tank. We went out for the day and when we got home, it was raining indoors because the thingamabob came off the faucet and the sink on the second floor had runneth over…to the first floor.
  • The “unconfirmed” tornado that ripped thru our backyard. The rain earlier in the day was so hard that it was leaking into the kitchen windows. And by “leaking”, I mean pouring. It was a 100-yr-old house.
  • The time we had a 70 gallon pail of salt water getting ready to put into our fish tank…and Tom went to work…and I woke up to a big BANG. The pail had tipped and the living room flooded…it leaked thru to the basement, right above the burner. A few months later the burner flappy-thing (technical name) had rusted because “something” caused it to corrode.
  • When we moved we had to replace all of the carpet padding.

Whatever the hell has happened in this house for the past 14 years.

Friday we learned our water heater of 2 years had come very close to frying itself. We’d been having to hit the reset button for about 2 weeks, which meant spotty times of hot water/cold showers. The unit had kept sparking (I guess) and burnt thru the plastic around the wires and melted the insulation. Nice. So we have a new water heater sitting in our front hallway. The plumber can’t get here until Monday.

Last night our freezer did its own version of a John Carpenter movie.

Ice Station Steel Pitcher
Ice Station Steel Pitcher

I opened it to find everything covered in ice crystals. Now, there are only two of us living here (not counting the cat…I’m blaming him) and neither one of us remembers the last time we went into the freezer. It had frosted and then tried defrosting itself to the point where I couldn’t open the door. It took us 45 minutes to remove the food – the loss of the good ice cream and gelato hit us the hardest – remove the drawers and shelves and clear out all of the ice and snow. Not much went back in…guess I’ve got some shopping to do.

One the up-side, I won’t have to do a freezer cleaning for another 3 years.

I kid. Mostly.

 

*Unless you’re our old landlord, reading this. In that case, I made all of this up. I’m very creative.

p.s. I used the category “Funny Stuff” because I have a dark sense of humor. All of this makes me laugh.

It’s time

It’s been over 11 years since I’ve had any kind of hospital procedure and my Mom was always there with me.

I’ve spoken with my GB & it said it won’t give the surgeon any trouble. I feel like such a chicken, while I’ve been very lucky with my health.

By this time tomorrow, I’ll be comfy in my own bed.

Goodnight, Moon.

Sleeping Beauty

Who says I haven’t been around? Maybe you’ve just been looking for Moo, in all the wrong places (la la la, tips cowboy hat).

I realized (for the 100th time) why I haven’t been blogging…I mean other than the sadness and depression. I haven’t “worked” for Tom for about 4 years. When I did, I’d sit at the dining room table and get bored with QuickBooks…surf the web…do some blogging.

Now, I sit in my recliner with my laptop and it’s just not conducive to blogging. I don’t really go on my laptop very often. I’m using my iPad or my phone and trying to blog with those is not very flowy. Adding pictures, formatting…it’s all very fiddly and not fun.

SO!

At the end of July, I ended up in the Emergency Room. I was having a gall bladder attack but it felt like I was having a heart attack. No infection, no stones, a shot of Morphine, and a ‘scrip for Oxycodone and I was sent home. I’ve know for about 6 years that my GB (it no longer deserves to be anything more than initials) wasn’t performing well. My Gastroenterologist had sent me for testing.

What I didn’t know was I should have seen a general surgeon to have it removed. Every trip to my Gastro resulted in “Oh, those pains are your GB.” Never, “Oh, those pains are your GB and you should see a surgeon to remove it.”

I. HAD. NO. IDEA. that my Gastro Dude wasn’t THE Dude for this type of thing.

My GP finally told me when I showed up for a follow-up visit regarding my high cholesterol (don’t get me started), “You need to see a general surgeon.”

DOH!

In less than 2 weeks I’m having my GB removed. On Twitter, I’ve given it a hashtag of #BBGB2014 (Bye Bye Gall Bladder).

I’ve been pretty miserable, what with being darned afraid to eat, being nauseated, having random stomach pains and shoulder pains for the past month.

Now I’m making a list of all the things I can do while recuperating. Nevermind that I’ve been told I’ll be feeling MUCH better, right away. I’m gonna RECUPERATE. I’ll do ALL THE THINGS…from the comfort of my bed, or futon, or recliner.

OK. My word count is nearing 400. Whew, what a day! I already feel like things will be easier.

Runs off to do laundry…and by laundry, I mean knitting.

Color Affection

p.s. Don’t worry. This blog will still be non-gramatically correct, have too many commas,, and run-on sentences. It’s not going to be high-in-fiber-good-for-you nor will it be something that is meant to educate, enlighten or be newsworthy. I only aim to ramble and possibly entertain. If I ever start to get “deep”, I’m sure someone will let me know in the Comments section.

p.p.s. I like comments. :)