About the time we can make ends meet, somebody moves the ends.
Herbert Hoover
Surgery was a success but, it's perplexing that some people can be told a thing and the next day they'll say you didn't tell 'um. My husband said,"I wish you would have told me it was going to be this painful." What???????????? I told him often that total joint replacement surgery and rehab are extremely painful and time consuming (and so did everyon else) but, as mentioned before, rules don't apply to him. He is on pain medication which causes a slowing of the digestive system and therefore another issue has "popped" out. I told him not to just sit on the john all day but, what do I know? After trying to treat his blossom at home, to no avail, we are seeing another doctor this afternoon. He is soooooooo happy (extreme sarcasm.)
Physically, today I feel really good, thank you Jesus. I received my infusion this a.m. Sweetie-pie came with me and went to the physical therapy department to get some rehab coaching. I was really happy about that.
We are also trying to sell one of our properties. The tenants are a pain. We want to "cash in" so to speak. We got a call from our realtor and said that they don't want to open the house for showing. They haven't even paid all of last month's rent!!!!!!!!! The nerve!!!!!!!!!!! I guess I could get my panties in a wad but that would be just too uncomfortable.
Just when I think things are about to calm down, it's something else--called life.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
T minus 12 hours and counting....
Patience is the companion of wisdom.
Saint Augustine
Well, I have finally arrived. No worry, no concern, this is totally out of my hands. The only thing I want to be now is loving caretaker. Today, he is wishing he didn't have to have the surgery so, I asked him if he was willing to live with the consequences, which are worsening pain and shoulder immobility. He said he knew but that didn't console him much so I said, "Tomorrow, you will be one day closer to not having any more pain."
He said, "I don't want to stay more than one day."
I said, "If the doctor says you can go, we'll come home."
I don't have to be the bad guy, just a loving wife. Funny how the Holy Spirit took over today and gave me such calm. Prayer works!!!!!!!!!
Saint Augustine
Well, I have finally arrived. No worry, no concern, this is totally out of my hands. The only thing I want to be now is loving caretaker. Today, he is wishing he didn't have to have the surgery so, I asked him if he was willing to live with the consequences, which are worsening pain and shoulder immobility. He said he knew but that didn't console him much so I said, "Tomorrow, you will be one day closer to not having any more pain."
He said, "I don't want to stay more than one day."
I said, "If the doctor says you can go, we'll come home."
I don't have to be the bad guy, just a loving wife. Funny how the Holy Spirit took over today and gave me such calm. Prayer works!!!!!!!!!
Monday, June 1, 2009
T minus 36 hours and counting....
Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day.
Samuel Butler
Today my husband and I had more hospital preparations to do. He had to be typed and cross-matched for one more unit of blood for his surgery Wednesday. We were to attend a little education class for patients who are to receive total joint replacements. He didn't want to go, thinking, of course, that it was unnecessary. I said that I would go alone because I have been retired from the hospital for thirteen years and I wanted to make myself aware of any changes instituted since my departure. A few things have changed. The technology has improved some but basically everthing is the same.
Well, I declare, in walks my husband, espousing how he will be ready to go home the next day (he really is superman, you know) and that, for him all exceptions will apply to all rules. I hope for him that I am completely surprised and his recovery will be as miraculous as he has foretold. I really hope that I will seem like an embecile because the alternative is a cranky, demanding, old cuss. He has no patience with slow convalecense and total shoulder joint replacements are renown for slow recovery. But I keep forgetting that he is a man and real men don't have pain. Silly me...
I will be praying oftener, which is a good thing anyway.
Samuel Butler
Today my husband and I had more hospital preparations to do. He had to be typed and cross-matched for one more unit of blood for his surgery Wednesday. We were to attend a little education class for patients who are to receive total joint replacements. He didn't want to go, thinking, of course, that it was unnecessary. I said that I would go alone because I have been retired from the hospital for thirteen years and I wanted to make myself aware of any changes instituted since my departure. A few things have changed. The technology has improved some but basically everthing is the same.
Well, I declare, in walks my husband, espousing how he will be ready to go home the next day (he really is superman, you know) and that, for him all exceptions will apply to all rules. I hope for him that I am completely surprised and his recovery will be as miraculous as he has foretold. I really hope that I will seem like an embecile because the alternative is a cranky, demanding, old cuss. He has no patience with slow convalecense and total shoulder joint replacements are renown for slow recovery. But I keep forgetting that he is a man and real men don't have pain. Silly me...
I will be praying oftener, which is a good thing anyway.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
T minus 3 days and counting....
A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.
Mark Twain
Well, day before yesterday my friend gave me a gallon and one half of blackberries. I was really excited to do some canning. Yesterday, I began the process (remember, I haven't done blackberries since I helped Pearl (my grandmother) way back.
My problem is that I had not ever done this on my own before. I juiced the berries with the old juicer. I then strained the juice to get the remaining seeds out of the juice. I washed my jars. Then I began to cook the jelly. I followed the directions that were written down, but the missing direction was my grandmother.
The juice was cooked, I skimmed the foam, and began to fill the jars. My husband helped (bless his heart but, that may have been part of the problem.) He freely offered his opinion about my errors (remember, he's never done this before) and so I was very nervous. Canning really is an art--you have to get the proportions exactly correct and then you have to know (and I mean just know) when to stop the cooking process. Too little--syrup. Too much--blackberry bricks. After I filled the jars and put on the lids, I gave them a bath. Yes, they all sealed properly. Success!!! Set them to cool.
I remember how Granma's jelly would turn so pretty in the jars. This morning, I turned the jars--syrup. I could have cried. I read on the internet that sometimes it takes two weeks for the jelly to turn. My mom called this morning and I asked her if it took two weeks for Granma's jelly to turn and she said, "Hmmm, I think when the lids popped, the jelly had already turned." Oh, well, I'll wait a couple of weeks but, I'm doubtful; I think I made canned syrup. Next time, I think I'll choose another partner to help...my mom.
There are just some things you have to learn on your own, with prayers, of course...
Mark Twain
Well, day before yesterday my friend gave me a gallon and one half of blackberries. I was really excited to do some canning. Yesterday, I began the process (remember, I haven't done blackberries since I helped Pearl (my grandmother) way back.
My problem is that I had not ever done this on my own before. I juiced the berries with the old juicer. I then strained the juice to get the remaining seeds out of the juice. I washed my jars. Then I began to cook the jelly. I followed the directions that were written down, but the missing direction was my grandmother.
The juice was cooked, I skimmed the foam, and began to fill the jars. My husband helped (bless his heart but, that may have been part of the problem.) He freely offered his opinion about my errors (remember, he's never done this before) and so I was very nervous. Canning really is an art--you have to get the proportions exactly correct and then you have to know (and I mean just know) when to stop the cooking process. Too little--syrup. Too much--blackberry bricks. After I filled the jars and put on the lids, I gave them a bath. Yes, they all sealed properly. Success!!! Set them to cool.
I remember how Granma's jelly would turn so pretty in the jars. This morning, I turned the jars--syrup. I could have cried. I read on the internet that sometimes it takes two weeks for the jelly to turn. My mom called this morning and I asked her if it took two weeks for Granma's jelly to turn and she said, "Hmmm, I think when the lids popped, the jelly had already turned." Oh, well, I'll wait a couple of weeks but, I'm doubtful; I think I made canned syrup. Next time, I think I'll choose another partner to help...my mom.
There are just some things you have to learn on your own, with prayers, of course...
Thursday, May 28, 2009
It's been too long....
"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me".
Erma Bombeck
It has been entirely too long since the last time I posted. Albiet, I have been very busy with one project after another.
The longest of the projects was converting one of our buildings into three businesses. The business that I took was, starting from scratch, the beauty salon. I think I worked everyday for about four months.
The second was refurbishing a rental property that was badly abused. It still amazes me what some people leave behind for others to clean--esp. in the bathroom. Now, I think that we have really good tenants. I'm learning that with each lease signing, to be a little more strick.
All the while that I was doing the above two projects, I taught school and we graduated two students last week. I get so emotional when we have graduations. It feels like the graduates are almost like my children because we invest so much of our time and effort as teachers with them.
Then last week, my son and his adorable wife, made the announcement that we were going to have another grandchild (#6). I am so happy but, more than that, I am so happy for her parents. It's their first. I am sure that they are so excited. It is amazing how God always makes room in one's heart to love one more child.
Anyway, next week my sweetie pie will have surgery and will have a long rehab period. I will be very busy this summer. There is still so much to do...
Erma Bombeck
It has been entirely too long since the last time I posted. Albiet, I have been very busy with one project after another.
The longest of the projects was converting one of our buildings into three businesses. The business that I took was, starting from scratch, the beauty salon. I think I worked everyday for about four months.
The second was refurbishing a rental property that was badly abused. It still amazes me what some people leave behind for others to clean--esp. in the bathroom. Now, I think that we have really good tenants. I'm learning that with each lease signing, to be a little more strick.
All the while that I was doing the above two projects, I taught school and we graduated two students last week. I get so emotional when we have graduations. It feels like the graduates are almost like my children because we invest so much of our time and effort as teachers with them.
Then last week, my son and his adorable wife, made the announcement that we were going to have another grandchild (#6). I am so happy but, more than that, I am so happy for her parents. It's their first. I am sure that they are so excited. It is amazing how God always makes room in one's heart to love one more child.
Anyway, next week my sweetie pie will have surgery and will have a long rehab period. I will be very busy this summer. There is still so much to do...
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The infamous event...
And the terror itself is an example of the world's uncontrollability.
Ulrich Beck
My fear of some things is completely irrational. Take for instance, would it be rational to be afraid of a mammal that is approximately 1100 times smaller than I? The answer is--no. Would it be rational to say that I'm about 1100 times smarter? Well, of course it would be. Then why in the world am I afraid of such an intruder into my life? The answer is totally irrational. The answer is--because. That's it--just because. These creatures are opportunists. They don't hunt--they steal. That's offensive enough. But, they will bring the whole family too, so that all can enjoy warmth and the food they steal. Oh, did I mention, they don't use the bathroom facilities. If they need to "go" it will be right where they are (how rude). They don't wipe their feet either and they harbor all sorts of diseases.
The rest of the story...
I baked some cookies for my honey. I took them out of the oven. He enjoyed few and then left the rest on the glass cook top. I then became hungry for cornbread. I made a good ole southern cornbread (w/o flour) with cheese and baked in an iron skillet. After it was baked, I immediately enjoyed a slice. It was so good, I went back for seconds. As I was eating, my Sweetie-pie entered the kitchen and said, "Well, I'll be damned--a mouse." I nearly choked and immediately became hysterical. I had to throw away the cookies and the cornbread. There was a MOUSE in my kitchen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The nerve of that animal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was without a clue as to what to do. That type of behavior, for me, is very unusual. I can usually react appropriately to almost any emergency situation. In this situation, I was a complete buffoon. It was a true blonde moment. Ken went to the store and bought those sticky trap things but they didn't work. Can't say as I blame the mouse, I wouldn't eat that crap either.
So, I went about my business the next day with some trepidation. I began to prepare dinner and behind the control panel of the stove, I SAW HIS TAIL!!!!!! My immediate return to hysteria began. My knight in shining armor appeared and decided to set a mouse trap. He loaded it with cheese and in less than a minute the trap worked. Death to the intruder. My Hero slayed him!!!!!!!!!!! The babbling moron (me) began to return to normal. Though, the question still remains. After such moronic behavior, is normal possible for me?
Ulrich Beck
My fear of some things is completely irrational. Take for instance, would it be rational to be afraid of a mammal that is approximately 1100 times smaller than I? The answer is--no. Would it be rational to say that I'm about 1100 times smarter? Well, of course it would be. Then why in the world am I afraid of such an intruder into my life? The answer is totally irrational. The answer is--because. That's it--just because. These creatures are opportunists. They don't hunt--they steal. That's offensive enough. But, they will bring the whole family too, so that all can enjoy warmth and the food they steal. Oh, did I mention, they don't use the bathroom facilities. If they need to "go" it will be right where they are (how rude). They don't wipe their feet either and they harbor all sorts of diseases.
The rest of the story...
I baked some cookies for my honey. I took them out of the oven. He enjoyed few and then left the rest on the glass cook top. I then became hungry for cornbread. I made a good ole southern cornbread (w/o flour) with cheese and baked in an iron skillet. After it was baked, I immediately enjoyed a slice. It was so good, I went back for seconds. As I was eating, my Sweetie-pie entered the kitchen and said, "Well, I'll be damned--a mouse." I nearly choked and immediately became hysterical. I had to throw away the cookies and the cornbread. There was a MOUSE in my kitchen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The nerve of that animal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was without a clue as to what to do. That type of behavior, for me, is very unusual. I can usually react appropriately to almost any emergency situation. In this situation, I was a complete buffoon. It was a true blonde moment. Ken went to the store and bought those sticky trap things but they didn't work. Can't say as I blame the mouse, I wouldn't eat that crap either.
So, I went about my business the next day with some trepidation. I began to prepare dinner and behind the control panel of the stove, I SAW HIS TAIL!!!!!! My immediate return to hysteria began. My knight in shining armor appeared and decided to set a mouse trap. He loaded it with cheese and in less than a minute the trap worked. Death to the intruder. My Hero slayed him!!!!!!!!!!! The babbling moron (me) began to return to normal. Though, the question still remains. After such moronic behavior, is normal possible for me?
Monday, January 5, 2009
Persistance.......
...if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9
How many time have I begun a project and then grown tired of it and quit. I must confess; it is more than I would like to admit. So begins my resolution for the year. I will begin not another project until all of the ones I have begun are finished. Can you believe it? I am still not finished with the bathroom. Oh, cleverly, I have blamed it on the busy-ness of the holiday season but, no more excuses. Clearly, Paul, in the above scripture, is speaking of good works--continuing in them so as to reap a good harvest. But these wise word can be used everyday for the smallest of things. Mohammad Ali, the greatest boxer, wisely said, "The will must be stronger than the skill." Well, that's where I am today. My "New Year's resolution is to use my skills wisely and with persistance. I must bounce back or run the risk of "drying out and becomming brittle." Happy New Year....
How many time have I begun a project and then grown tired of it and quit. I must confess; it is more than I would like to admit. So begins my resolution for the year. I will begin not another project until all of the ones I have begun are finished. Can you believe it? I am still not finished with the bathroom. Oh, cleverly, I have blamed it on the busy-ness of the holiday season but, no more excuses. Clearly, Paul, in the above scripture, is speaking of good works--continuing in them so as to reap a good harvest. But these wise word can be used everyday for the smallest of things. Mohammad Ali, the greatest boxer, wisely said, "The will must be stronger than the skill." Well, that's where I am today. My "New Year's resolution is to use my skills wisely and with persistance. I must bounce back or run the risk of "drying out and becomming brittle." Happy New Year....
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