Wednesday, February 21, 2018

My Girl

My Girl and her David

Sunday, February 18, 2018

MIni Me But Not

When you know you've influenced your child,
but they have their own twist on it. 
I've mentioned what a great cook Ben is and today he sent
me this photo of his organized flours.

I had to laugh, as of course they were in jars,
just as I store most of my pantry items.

Now I would have DYMO labels on mine,
but I prefer his quick taping - his sense of humor is grand.

Notice the Gluten- Keep out of LA
The arrow on the Masa is actually a tortilla press
and of course flour in Italian.

This is a man who loves to cook,
and he loves a woman who loves to cook!
 For now, I'm too far away 
to frequently reap the benefits, but some day soon
I can at least visit and grab a good meal.
Happy Sunday!


Friday, February 9, 2018

Good World

All is not right with the world
but there is good.

The new Gerber baby Lucas
has Downs Syndrome.
Whether from conscience or PR goodwill 
Go Gerber!

from Gerber

Nancy Pelosi
broke the record after 8 hour DACA speech 
on the House floor.
Go Nancy!

Thanks to Google
I learned a lot about an artist
Paula Modersohn-Becker

Drake gave a boatload of money to folks.
Go Drake!

George W
says Russia meddled in our election.
In your face #45
Would have preferred the W to mention
#45 in his talk but hey..
Go George!

The wind was sent 

This said it best
from NY Magazine

It was the worst hair day of what has been a bad hair life. And it may seem cheap and low to mock Trump’s absurd efforts to conceal his hair loss. But Trump is a man obsessed with image in ways that go beyond the normal human concern with looking presentable. Image is Trump’s moral code. He dismisses his political rivals for being short. He sees his succession of wives as visual testament to his own status. He selects his Cabinet on the basis of their looking the part. He conscripts the military as a prop to bathe himself in an aura of presidential grandeur.
Trump’s absurd hair is of a piece with his lifelong attempt to market himself as a brilliant deal-maker and stable genius. So yes, it is okay to laugh when the ruse is exposed.

 I received this great Get Well card
from brother Scott and SIL Crystal
Their friends who came with them 
to Vegas last Spring also signed it!
Means the World to me

These two couples are in love, happy,
and my world.

Now it's 
aw not so bad.

My tank and I visit occasionally 
but are no longer symbiotic.

If I'm sitting being calm and still,
I'm off O/2 a good bit.

Still use concentrator all night, 
and time to time throughout day,
and portable to go to market but 
I'm weaning. 
I hope to be untethered by April

It's in the 70's here- don't hate us

I am ever grateful for my blessings

Good World


Saturday, February 3, 2018


My constant companion
I might have gone mad without him
 these past 8 weeks.
He does snuggle very close at times,
and often brings a friend, this time Mr Chipmunk.
He disapproves of my reading when I could be petting.
That weird plastic cord you see is my 25 foot
tether to the oxygen concentrator.

Yep, I'm still on O/2 and still at a loss
as to what is the answer. 
Now they're going to start looking at my heart.
Fingers crossed they're wrong about that!

To think this all started with my sewing too much.
One medication begat another and another and another,
and as one ER Dr remarked, "you're on a merry go round 
that won't slow down for you to get off.

I'm weary of it all my friends
and the bills keep coming.

I took my tree down today.
I cannot believe it. 
In all my years the latest was always New Years Day.
We do what we can do, and can't
beat ourselves up with what we cannot do. 
At least not right now.
Lessons are being learned around here 
believe me, reinforcing my need to purge 
on an even grander scale.

That picture equates to 16 boxes of holiday I purged.
I'm telling you. I'm on a mission.


Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Warning Not A Fun Post, But It Improves

The first week of September this saga began.
It's not over.
I'm still on oxygen.
Still having setbacks.
They still don't know.

I have a list of specialists I could/should see.
If I could afford to.

Since I was here last, I had another emergency
run. My Dr had prescribed symbicort for me on 
Monday morning 2 weeks ago.
My first dosage Monday evening, had me
feeling a little nervous.
Tuesday was 2 more doses, each one increasing
the nervousness and now I have a monster headache,
that continues for about 12 hours.
Wednesday's dosage gave me tremors,
scary, panic attack tremors that went on for hours.
So back to emergency.

I'm profoundly allergic to it.

Emergency doc says
"You should stop using" 

My entire life I have avoided meds 
because of sensitivity,
and now I have various Drs prescribing this, that,
 and everything in their arsenal
to try and relieve symptoms.
I like the Drs, but no one knows exactly
 what is going on, so we're playing russian roulette.

Nearly 5 months now
I cannot care for my yard
I cannot clean
I see no one, go no where.
I've had to sleep on my couch for nearly 2 months.
I have yet to take down my Christmas tree!!!
For those who know me, follow me,
you know how organized I am, how tidy I am,
you know I'm miserable just looking around.


Now having said that, there are many
in the world truly suffering from horrific trials.
So I slapped myself upside the head,
took off my self pity mask,
and decided 
to don a positive beret.

Due to the craziness of the holidays I had not done
my annual donations. To be honest, I just plain
forgot due to my focus on me. Not good

I corrected that today.
10% of my income (which granted, is small)
each and every year.
You cannot help everything and everyone,
so you have to make tough choices.
Here's what I decided a few years back.
I select five from five groups.

Medical Research/ Facility
Positive Political Action

Deep breath, yes, I can still do those.

My world is back in balance
It does not matter that this is the growing pile
of items to be sold. It is 7 columns deep.
I drag my portable O/2 out to the garage
 for five minutes and grab boxes, close my heart to 
the doubt and throw on the pile.

Sale in March

BTW Any American Girl collectors out there?
I have the retired Christmas tree/ornaments in orig box for sale.
Hannah never set it up, she didn't even open all the packages.
None of my local gals desire, so leave me a comment,
and I'll get back to you with pics and info.
I'm selling for half of the prices listed on E-bay.

It's all good 
Well no, there is a lot VERY wrong
in our world but just for now,
focus on the good, and do some good.

Later Gators


Tuesday, January 2, 2018

This Too

Talented Tom

Standing Rib Roast with Brussels and Bacon 
Ben's first Yorkshire Pudding
He would have preferred making 
something else challenging but he knows
it's mama's favorite Christmas dinner 

Ben's first Fresh Mozzarella
We'll be making this again for sure!

(Looks like a bra cutlet hehe)

Happy New Year Chickadees!
I dragged my o2 tank to the market today.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

So this Happened

They received the same sweater in different colors
from DD & DS father 

(Missing is Helene who went home to her family in NY)

Howie inspected a fake Husky

Hannah and Tom attended a 20's Holiday Party

David the real Husky made himself at home.

The Friday before Christmas found Ben
 and I racing back to the ER
and we spent hours there with gurneys lining the hallways.
I got the very last bed and we went through it all again.
A blood clot and obstruction in my throat 
were being considered with CT scans with dye contrast, 
but thank heaven after 
more antibiotics, blood tests etc I stabilized
once more and went home.
Hannah and Tom arrived early the next
morning and those three stayed by my side
every minute and took excellent care of me 
day after day. I'm pretty tired but 
hopeful I can turn this around and be done with it.

Ben made fresh mozzarella, beef stew, and standing rib roast,
along with breakfast and lunches for a week for all of us.
Before he left for CA he pressure cooked pulled pork for me 
in my new Instant Pot also gifted from Ben.

Hannah monitored fluids, meds and my rest,
scolding when necessary.

Hannah and Tom installed a new 
video doorbell for me,
gifted from them. Now I can check the door
from my couch perch.

With me permanently parked on the couch,
we played board games for hours, 
and viewed a lot of bad tv.
I learned that I am lousy at Boggle.

They were so gracious as it was
 indeed an odd holiday for them. 
I have great kids, wonderful kids.
I miss them something stupid.
I'll be heading over their way as soon as I'm able.

I'm still on oxygen but trying to wean off.
My voice was completely gone for 5 days
and now is just a scratchy croak.
Maybe I'll sound like Garbo when all is said and done?

So good bye 2017. It is officially 
my least favorite year hands down.
I pray the sun will set on 2018 
with a return to truth, decency, science and
good riddance to the vipers and the rodent in the WH.
I pray and pray some more and I resist.

A special thank you to all who called and emailed
to check on me and lift my spirits.
I appreciate it so very much.


Saturday, December 16, 2017

New Normal For Awhile


It took me 2 months to get an appt 
with new primary care provider.
My appt was at 8:00 Friday morning.

I had been quite sick, OK very very very sick all week,
so it was fortuitous that I already had appt. 

The Dr and her nurse walked in and both said,
"You don't look good"
I replied "I feel bad, coughing for 6 days non stop, 
fever, short of breath..."

10 minutes later as they're taking multiple
 blood pressures as my oxygen levels were low...
I had an "Incident" and 15 minutes later
 I was on a gurney being loaded into an ambulance.

Where I spent the day in emergency being treated so
well by the staff at St Rose as they tried to figure out
heart, lung, infection what????

They could not get oxygen stabilized 
with treatments, oxygen, x-rays, blood work etc 
so back and forth back and forth. They decided to admit me
which I resisted. Years of childhood trauma
 with parental illness and hospitals I suppose.
 After a lot of hours and a wonderful ER Dr,
he agreed to let me go home with oxygen.
Since I no longer required Iv's I said it is cost effective,
and since your waiting room is crammed full, 
I'll give em my room.

Diagnosis and I quote "extreme bronchial infection"
An hour later my wonderful nurse walked up to my glass
door, put on a mask and closed the door completely and 
said you are highly contagious- you also have a strain of flu.
Then she put a large contagion sign on the door. 
No wonder I felt like crap.
AND if I had not had that appt, the Dr said...
"ya know you would have been in real trouble within hours."
scary-would I have known in time I was in trouble?
I never go to the Dr except when things are broken,
so the two month wait was worth it after all. 
Thank you guardian angels.

At shift change, all the folks I had encountered, 
stopped by my room or waved goodbye
 as they left, course now they had masks, 
after me hacking near them all day. 
Felt so bad about that.
The paramedics were in several times that day
 and even they stopped in.
Of course I'm an entertaining kind of gal
 and had them all laughing.

My Dr's office was across the street from the hospital,
so to avoid me from having my bestie Annie
drive clear across town to get me a block to my car,
after I was discharged
security drove me there in a golf cart!

St Rose rah rah rah

I'm still not A-OK but I'm home with Howie.
Seems I'm gonna be dragging a tank around for a while.
My kids both almost flew home,
they love me...
and I have the dearest pal in Annie. I alerted her around noon
 I might need her so she came over to my side of town
 and hung around until 6:30 and then drove
 her mom all the way back home and was going to drive back.
My phone had died in hospital. I called her back
 from home, just in time.
Other pal Sue is already offering whatever I need.
Makes me all weepy.

 Maybe later I'll tell you all about full, droopy, boobish, exposure
 to 5 hunky paramedics, 1 xray tech and three passers by in hallway.

I'm going to take a break for a bit and catch my breath


and rest up.
If I'm not back in time to wish you a merry merry,
please know I love all you little buggers,
and I say that with pure, unadulterated affection.


Monday, December 11, 2017

Merry and Howie

Getting close now
Counting the days until kiddos
Happy Birthday Howie.
Here is why we fell in love 12 years ago.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Favorites #5

Little Bits Here and There

Tidbits- that floral booklet tucked in there my daughter made for me 
of my yard photographs.
The letter you see tacked to wall? My grandma and young father
 sent sweaters to Europe during the war.
This a letter thanking them and the Mom mentions
 hoping her children can return from the countryside soon -
 families terrified of the bombings, sent their kids to safety .
Notice the address?
Venetia, PA USA America.
That's all it took back then.

Tree in first guest room

Guest Room


Top of Stairs

Fences decked out for Christmas


Tree in second guest room

I think the elephant is my favorite

but oh this tail!

On Studio wall

Love these elves and deer

If there is a knob...

One of my prized possessions. 
My dad gave me my grandfathers red plaid flannel robe,
and I wore it through college and well into marriage. 
When it was so threadbare parts were really just threads, 
I cut up what remained and made two bears. One for my dad and one for me. 
Counting the days till kiddos.
Packages for cheese making keep arriving on my porch
 via Amazon.
Ben is making cheese I gather. Woot! 


Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Living Room Progress

Most of the presents are now wrapped.
I still need to add some greens to them. 
Of course they are all larger than normal 
and don't fit in the space this year. 
I didn't think that through.

I don't do much "cute" but these guys
make me happy, so of course they appear each year,
and a little nod to the holidays on top of the spices.

I've now lost track of the time, so let's call it.
Suffice to say, because of the way I store, 
and the way I decorate it's all fast and easy.
I'd rather rest and enjoy.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Favorite Things #4

Floral Picks

So I decided that I did not want to go
with the House of Hatten after all,
so I pulled the red picks I had used
 and replaced with these brown velvet ones
 and added some carved
 grey, green and ivory ornaments.
I added these same elements to my memory bowl.

 Pinecones, stars and birds appear in every vignette
in every room, even though
 they are all a little different.

Repetition is another favorite thing.

These changes and additions to the family room
 took about 30 minutes, so I'm at 2 hours and 15.

How are you coming along?