Slow race

When we were little, Bob and I started a slow counting contest (race).  Whoever got to 10 slowest was the winner.  He got to 5 or 6 rather quickly.

I'm still on 1...

:)

So, How Ya Been?

OK, so Christy asked me yesterday when I was going to write a blog.  I see it was early May when I wrote last.  So, now the end of July I'm not sure if I have anything to say, but here goes.

Christy and I traveled to Houston and spent last week at Amy's home, visiting with grandkids and one particular very darling GREAT granddaughter. I got to see all of Amy's little ones, including Taylor, who is extremely handsome, grown up, but still has the little precious Taylor face.  That was wonderful.

We also canned a lot of food.  We sort of took turns putting up our own choices and helping one another chop, cut, slice, mix, boil, wash, etc.--all the chores that go into canning.

We brought Jeremy and Dylan with us; and Mark's daughter, Calysta.  What a great deal!  Cousins got to hang out, play video games and run around. Having Calysta there really made Avery happy.  She loves Calysta.

Avery wasn't thrilled with me or Christy, but tolerated us.  A few times I was allowed to hold her, give and receive hugs and kisses, feed her, and dress her.  Altogether, that part was wonderful.  She's so much like her mom, Karie, but she has some behaviors that are just like her Grammie, Amy.  Amy said she didn't know where this or that came from and I would say, that I remember a very little Amy doing the same things.  It's so wonderful to see how some things just seem to seep through several generations to a little one--a very wonderful little one.  It's interesting being an ancestor!  It was so much fun I forgot to take any pictures or movies!  (nuts)

Calysta played with Jake--they were running here and there and did much giggling.

Then, on Sunday, we traveled to Dallas to spend the next week with Cheli and Grampy.  Mark was there and took Calysta home (he and David had conducted some business so he was in Dallas.)  On Monday the 25th, I went to Baylor Hospital with Cheli for her surgery.  We were there until Wednesday and then I brought her home.  She's convalescing nicely--a bump here, a smooth place there--pretty normal recovery.  She'll be up and at 'em before long, I know. Dylan is spending this week with Jennie's family hanging with Alisa.

Jennie is coming over today and she, Christy and I are going to lunch--if Cheli is OK for me to leave.  That'll be a nice break.  I did a little cooking yesterday and Grampy was pretty thankful for that (split pea soup and chocolate cake--sugar free of course.)

I miss Bobby and my home.  We're headed for Norman on Sunday morning.  In the afternoon, Mark, Calysta, Christy, Dylan, Jeremy and I will try to go to see the Harry Potter movie again.  We tried on opening day but just before we went into the theater, all the power went out.  This area  (OK and TX) has had multiple weeks of over 100 degrees and I think some power grids are suffering.  I know the people are.  Since then, Dylan has seen it with Alisa, and Mark and Calysta saw it after they got home.  But since we still have our tickets, all of us will go to the theater and try again--wish us luck this time.

I think that's about it for me.  I love being retired and having the freedom to visit my offspring--I think it's my true career.

My Mother

When my mother was 25 I was 6.  I distinctly remember that she had colored her hair red.  When the sisters at church asked her why she did that, her answer was that she would never be "brown" again.  That bit of sarcasm was not lost on me.

As we all know, she actually went back to her natural color and for the rest of her life, railed against any woman who colors her hair.  I never got it.  I mean, if you don't want to do it, don't; leave everyone else alone.  She especially disliked "older" women who continued to color their hair long after their faces would have looked better with a lighter color.  Wrinkles just seem a little mitigated by lighter colored hair--maybe nature has the right idea after all.  My own pet peeve is when women who have long-since been gray but continue to color their hair say, "My real hair color is ___."   I mean, c'mon, the real color is what it comes out at the roots, isn't it.

Just one of the pieces of craziness I brought into my generation from my mother's.

When she was about to get married to Daddy, she was a little "giddy".  Looking back, it's really rather wonderful to think about it.

My mother fought overweight her whole life.  I have memories of her very heavy and very trim.  She had a terrible self-image and even when she weighed only a little over 100 pounds, still talked about her big fat butt. Too bad.  Her mother was trim her whole life, and mother unfortunately took after her father's sister, Aunt Lucille.  Large butt...

I miss my mother.  We visited often in the last years, but I still miss her.

Update

Both my eyes are healed, I think.  I had my second post-op exam last week and I'm seeing 20/20 in both eyes--for distant vision!  I will still need glasses for reading, but even my close-up vision is better.  I also have very nice sun glasses.  All in all, my eyes are better than they were when I was 13.  Win for me.

My feet still hurt from the neuromas, but they're actually a lot better, I think.  At least I don't lie down in bed and they keep aching/throbbing.  Also, when I'm wearing my proper shoes, I can walk with almost no gimping around.

As for the right hand--I dunno.  I guess I'll have to see a hand doctor--what the hell is a hand doctor?

I've been substituting at the two local high schools almost every day.  Last day of school is May 27.  By that time, I will have earned enough to get my quilting machine.

Due to starting immune-suppressant drugs soon, I will severely limit my teaching next fall.  I think only the school around the corner from us, and then only maybe 4-5 days per month.  You know, schools are just big petri dishes.  Also, since I have been working so much, I have had no desire to quilt or even sew.  I'll be glad to have my old routine back.  But I have been single-minded about earning enough to get my quilting machine.  I have several large quilts that will cost many dollars to have someone else quilt, and I do not intend to do hand quilting.  PUH-LEEZE!!

Bobby's working part-time at the Wal-Mart in Moore.  It's good for him, he says.

I think I'm done.

My "Ten Good Things" List

I thought I'd try to make my own list, like Amy did.

1. I took so many painkillers for my right arm/hand, which did little good, that now my feet aren't sore today.
2. My grandson will be home from Europe this summer.
3. My peonies are BEAUTIFUL.
4. I'm almost ready to buy my quilting machine!!
5. I am 67 (it's a good thing; it's a good thing...certainly better than the alternative!)
6. My husband is working part time.  Keeps him off the street.  :)
7. We had a good rain over the weekend--FINALLY.
8. I love my "job" (substitute teaching)--I can just decline an offer and stay home if I want--and I love being in the classroom (at the two local high schools.)
9. There's a little mound, but the grass is completely filled in where the oak was--no more big scar.
10. I taught in Bubby's science class yesterday and he told them that I'm his grandma--a small thing, but very good.

Morton, Left Eye and Daisy

I have many things on my mind today.

First of all, I have had such painful feet lately that at times I have had trouble walking.  My rheumatologist said there are no arthritic changes, so I should see a podiatrist.  Naturally, a person with flat feet and previously broken metatarsal bones and crushed right arch bones has a podiatrist.  I hadn't seen him lately (since he removed the claw from my right little toe--I told you I already have a podiatrist) so I made an appointment.  I sat down in the examination room and saw this picture on the wall--it was a little creepy because it illustrated EXACTLY where and how my feet hurt:

 Well, it's called a Morton's Neuroma.  I don't know who Morton was, but I don't like his neuromas, much.  The "cure" is I have to wear good quality, well-fitting shoes (bummer); I have to wear inserts in my shoes to support the flatness; I must take anti-inflammatories.  Since my rheumatologist just put me on Celebrex, that was already covered.  Well see if this helps.

Next, today I will have cataract-removal surgery on my left eye.  Not such an earth-shaking procedure, but it's my eyes, people.  Innately scary.  Left Eye- pre-surgery.

Lastly, and this one is really fun to me, Karie sent me a picture a few days ago saying that she thought this picture looks like me.

Of course, I loved the picture, and thought the bangs haircut is darling.  Later I glanced at my PC and the picture flashed up on my screensaver photo album that I keep running and the first thing I thought was -- I think this looks like Daisy!  I have always thought that Daisy looked like some of my baby pictures, and this is just remarkable, I think, considering that Daisy's grandfather and Avery's great grandmother are the common ancestors (Yes, Bob, we're ancestors!)

It's very dry here, windy and the state of Oklahoma is on fire every day somewhere.  We had 0.03" of rain in March and usually get around 3".  No rain in the near future--we really need rain out here. 

So, that's what I have on my mind today.  Hope yours is a good one.

Update on Right Eye

Did you hear about the guy who jumped off a 30-story rooftop?

As he passed the the 15th floor, someone yelled out at him, "How are you doing?"

The jumper yelled back, "So far, so good."

Right Eye

Here's the eye that's going to have cataract surgery today.  It looks like an ordinary eye, but I think after today, it'll be a super eye.  The IOL (Intraocular lens) that they will implant will improve my vision, in addition to replacing the current lens that has a cataract--a honking cataract, according to the doctor (it's a technical term.)


I'll have the left eye done April 6.


After that, I should be able to get the "X" removed from my Driver's License where it says "must wear corrective lenses."  Also, I can get some good dark glasses, and I can buy my reading glasses from Wal-Mart.


I'm excited.

Blog Challenge: Most Treasured Item

I just read Cami's blog about what she would grab in the event the house was on fire. Of course, you don't count children, because everyone would just stop there.

We have a LaCie brick -- external hard drive--not too big, I think 300 gigabytes--well, I guess it's pretty big, and it's kept away from the PC in another part of the house in the event of getting hit by lightning (this has happened, so it's not a distant possibility.) I'd want this because we have many pictures on it that are no where else. Also our tax history for the past 8-10 years or so. That might be important. I'd want my sewing machine, and the quilts that have been basted together but are not quilted yet.

I know Bobby would want to get his ham radio stuff out, as much as he could get. His "Radio Shack" is near several windows, and I assume he'd just break them and pitch a lot of his equipment out through the window holes.

I guess if I could think of it, I might grab my college diploma off the wall above my computer.

All this introspection makes me realize that I don't have much in the way of "things" to save. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. We have some big stuff that would just have to get melted down with the house. I couldn't get my piano, my PC, my headboard that I waited nearly 13 years to get because I couldn't find one I liked, our big TVs. I might try to get my quilt projects, each in an individual plastic carrier. Yep, for sure those.

Several years ago we went around our house videotaping everything we have--for insurance purposes. It's out of date now, and I think we need to repeat the exercise. In fact, it would probably be a good idea to do it about every year or two. It's proof that you actually had what you're claiming was lost.

So, what I have learned from this is that there are some things that should be saved, maybe in a safety deposit box (irreplaceable papers, aforementioned up-to-date video), but otherwise, getting myself and my husband out (well, he'd have to get himself out after messing with his radio equipment) I'd just have to watch it burn.

Happy Saturday!

Day 3 Favorite TV Show

I wouldn't even know where to start on this one. There are shows I watch when I'm just "vegging" out, shows I watch on a semi-regular basis, shows I will watch when I find them on, and shows I actually look for.

I assume "favorite" TV show would have to be the ones I actually look for. There are some regular series shows I like but they're only good for a few weeks and then they start on reruns. I never watch reruns. As for shows I watch when I find them on, I guess I'd have to put most of what I watch in that category--science shows, TLC shows (I'm intrigued by the 19 kids show), some cooking and HGTV shows, and sometimes--rarely--old movies.

As for the ones I look for, sitting here in front of the computer with the TV off, I'm hard-put to come up with one. Well, there is one I really like that Bryant Gumbel does--"Real Sports" that I actually like. I know, who cares about sports? Not me, for sure. I have done some introspection about this because I had no idea in the beginning as to why I would watch this, or even give it a glance. I think it comes on HBO because those are the only movie channels we get. I don't know when it comes on. I look for it when I think about it, and will watch it if it's on. Here's the thing. The show is emceed by BG, and there are 4-5 regular reporters who tell the stories. The stories are not about the sports, the teams or their games. They are about the people who participate, the athletes. They choose (unerringly as far as I can tell) those people whose stories are worth retelling.

For instance, there was a story about a skier who was catastrophically injured and how his life has played out from that point. The story was well produced and interestingly written.

I usually have never heard of the athletes whose stories they portray, generally know nothing about their sport, and am not interested in the games they participate in, but the stories about the people are very interesting.

I think it's the "people" connection. I am interested in stories about people. I also like when some shows do the "stick your finger in the phonebook and do a story about whoever you point to."

I knew my answer to this one would be dumb.