Sunday, April 09, 2017

some dog



This is our big Golden Doodle, Gus. There is nothing he likes better than a walk in a place where he can be off the leash to run and chase sticks or his ball. He's good about sticking close to Regis and coming back when he's called.

Gus and Regis went for a walk by the hospital the other evening. It was getting dark and cool so Regis was surprised to see a gentleman standing out in a field, hands in pockets. Assuming he was a bird watcher, Regis was ready to move on...but not Gus. Gus ran out into the field and made a few circles around the man, ignoring Regis's calls to return. He sat down in front of the man and watched his face. Regis finally trudged out to see why Gus was ignoring him.

The man said he had gone out for a walk but was lost. He admitted to not knowing where he was and he couldn't name the place where he lived. Regis suggested that he and Gus would take him in the truck and find his home.

When they got to the truck, Regis named a few of the assisted living facilities in the neighborhood and the man recognized the name. Mystery solved. They drove him home and made sure he was safely inside.

This is not the first time Gus has rescued someone. Regis and I joke that he's like Lassie. Another time, same vicinity, Gus took off, refused to return. When we turned the corner, ready to scold him, he was with an elderly couple. The man had fallen to one knee and his wife, a tiny woman, didn't have the strength to help him stand. We got him up and walked them back to their residence.

Gus to the rescue.

Thursday, April 06, 2017

spring cleaning: zoloft and sunshine

After a dark winter, my mood has lifted. Thanks to a little sunshine and a little chemical help from my doctor, I am awake...finally.

One of the happy side effects of that is I am more interested in righting the ship of state, our house. I can see a pile of stuff and have some ideas about how to sort and organize and put away. For a while, that was beyond me.

So, I started the ritual of packing away winter sweaters, coats, mittens, and boots and bring up from the basement the sandals, t-shirts, skirts, and summer pajamas. A guy just can't wear fleece leopard print pajamas in July, you know.

I tend to put things on the list and then I avoid the list, or perpetually move some items to the bottom. Making copies of some family papers and sending them out seemed like such a simple thing to offer to do. Why do I keep procrastinating? Most of these jobs, once started, are not nearly as bad as they appeared.

In the last few weeks, I have cleaned out the refrigerator, taken five boxes to the thrift store, cleaned out the back porch (kind of), cleaned and filled all the spring bird feeders, and cleaned out a ton of paper from my office. I can see the floor all around my desk now!

This morning, I'm washing new curtains for the living room. The description said little of no ironing. I beg to differ. Ugh. I hate ironing curtains.

I'm going to take a break from all of this productivity and watch our baby grandson, Easton, for a while. He has gotten a little funny about folks other than his mama and he doesn't like to take a bottle so we might be in for a run. He is so much fun and it's hard to be anything but serene when you're holding a baby.




Tuesday, April 04, 2017

coming back

I haven't written on my blog for almost two months. I have thought about why that is and there are a couple of reasons.

For a while, I got concerned about the opinions of other people about what I write. That was short-lived. Not a reason anymore.

I got in the habit of using my blog to document my daily life. That got oppressive because I felt like I had to have pictures and I had to keep up so it was current. Once you get behind, it's punishing to try and catch up. Like cleaning your house. I'm giving up on that notion. I'm going back to using my blog as a place to write my observations about my life rather than what I did today.

I quit using my the big computer in my office and started using the iPad more. I hate typing anything longer than a few sentences so I avoided my blog. What happened to five fingers on the home keys? That works so much better for me.

I've developed the game habit again...sitting in the chair playing Scrabble (some minor brain activity can be detected), Gin Rummy, and Solitaire. Not so much brain stimulation with those last two. I have to do what I did with Candy Crush and its ilk...delete.

One of the things I love about my blog is the way it provides a look back. I just read this post from December 22nd of this past year. I found my votive candle holders and thought it was safe to bring them out again since our babies were old enough for the candles to not be dangerous. Since then, we've had one new grand-baby and we've found out that two more are expected in September. So life changes, sometimes more than we can expect.

So, I'm back to writing. Might not always be earth-shattering and might not even always be interesting. But so it goes.

Friday, February 10, 2017

the week that was

Monday morning we left for Canby. No kind of travel is painless for us so even though Mom makes it very comfortable and the trip is not long, I complain about the drive. Two hours seems to be my limit. I have been known to weep on car trips, quite often actually.

We had a good time. Drove out to the state line (South Dakota) for a drink Monday night. Went to Hero's for dinner. Made two baby blankets and a lemon cake. Visited a lot. Tangled with the internet provider. Did a few little jobs. All very enjoyable.

We got home without incident. I went to bed and slept soundly.

At 6, I woke up and found Regis sitting in the chair in the living room. Off we went to the ER. The rest of that story is in the post I made by email a couple days ago. Always a mystery to me how that happens.

We got home about 6 last night. Ate a drive-through burger and some soggy fries. Went to bed at 8pm and didn't wake up until 7 this morning. I haven't accomplished much today except to be vertical and to make a couple loaves of bread. Mostly I have played Scrabble and read my book.

I'm making grilled ham and cheese sandwiches for dinner. We might finish the episode of Night Manager that we started last night but were too tired to finish.

Regis is feeling better. At least he can walk upright without pain. He'll see his primary care doc on Wednesday for a follow-up visit.

Never a dull moment around here.

Wednesday, February 08, 2017

Here we are

It's unnerving to wake up at 6 and find a text from Regis, written at 3am, asking me to take him to the ER.

He described intense pain in his lower left abdomen that got worse when he stood. Off to the ER we went.  

Three hours later, we are on our way to the Mother Ship in Rochester. Me in the car and Regis in the back of an ambulance. 

A very nice doc in Mankato diagnosed a hematoma in an abdominal muscle with a large clot. Likely from the blood thinning drugs but exacerbated by a slip on the ice last week. 

He has learned that if you admit to a fall, suddenly it's in your chart and you're wearing a neon bracelet that says Fall Risk. Better to say you were break dancing. 

He will be here a few days while they stabilize his blood. It will go from thin to thick to thin. Simple explanation. I hope to go home tomorrow. 

Monday, January 30, 2017

that is all



I'm not going to rant about politics this morning because, frankly, it's exhausting. I'm only right now, this morning. An hour from now might be different.

Well, there is this. I just got distracted looking for funny pictures of Steve Bannon and Kelly Anne Conway. There is no shortage (I'd post a few here but don't want to ruin the bread and baby mojo.) but here's a scary idea. Someone started a FB page to promote her run for the presidency in 2020. Lord have mercy.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

waking up, waiting for war

It's been a little more than a week since we inaugurated the new potus. I am already weary of waking up every day and having my first thought be of war. Every day, it's some new outrageous thing he has done. Every day, some new embarrassment in front of the world.

Yesterday, people who have lived here legally for years were detained and not allowed to enter the US. Britain is considering (again) not allowing him to visit their country. He is an ignorant schoolyard bully. I say if they decide to let him in, they have to keep him. Preferably in a jail cell.

This morning, I wake up to see he has reshuffled the US National Security Council, downgrading the military chiefs of staff and giving a regular seat to his chief strategist Steve Bannon. The guy who tells the press to shut up. The guy who looks like Nick Nolte's last mug shot.


From Wikipedia: Bannon was a founding member of the board of Breitbart Newsa far-right news, opinion and commentary website which, according to Philip Elliott and Zeke J. Miller of Time, has "pushed racist, sexist, xenophobic and anti-Semitic material into the vein of the alternative right".

You can't make this shit up, my friends. If you voted for this dude, this is what you got us. It's not like he kept his crazy hidden during the campaign.

I'm angry. Disturbed. Afraid. I'll go into my kitchen soon and bake a couple more loaves of bread. If they take away our social security and medicare and we end up living in a van down by the river, at least we'll have bread for a couple weeks.