Monday, September 1, 2014

walking across egypt

Happy labor day to all ya'll and your mama'n'them. I'm tickled to death to be at home instead of at the sawmill like I usually am on "holidays." We've already been to the home to see Mom and walked with her on the way to the beauty shop where they sing while they curl. Gotta' love these folks...the ones who do it because they connect with the elderly. She'll also have therapy today so no holiday there. I talked with a friend yesterday about nursing home to home options and found out about an opportunity I had never known about that their supplement will pay for. How's that for a miracle? Vicki has been driving to Mempho for five years for her job as a cosmetology instructor to high school students. She recently landed a gig close to home and I'm so happy for her. She and Chucky have been lifelong buddies of mine and except for a few cuts on the side in somebody's kitchen, they have coiffed me and the BG for 30+ years. They will both shudder when I show up to get rid of my Pink look.

So my hero Marti Ann came and brought her dog yesterday and we caught up with everything in about the space of two hours. I can honestly tell you that she is the reason that I am tough and tender enough to be a strong and principled woman in today's world. She taught me to do dance aerobics when were young'ens and that went on for many years. I was probably the only student who snuck out for a cig during training. There are certain songs that I will always associate with that class: Danger Zone and Call Me Al are just a couple. Her family lives all over the place so we used to keep their dog Taffy when they hit the road for holidays which I cannot fathom. Taffy would be the one that the twins put in the dryer, poor baby. Sweetest.Dog.Ever. Prudence has that same soul that just kind of hovers over her. My pack of Alphas just about gave her a nervous breakdown. We share the heritage of the UMC and a love of the arts. She and Sally are the ones who introduced me to the Southern Festival of Books which is held every year in October. That was when I fell in love with Clyde Edgerton because he could play music too and is totally easy on the eyes. I still have my copy of Larry Brown's "Joe" published before he died at 55 and Lewis Nordan's "Music of the Swamp" minus one corner that a dog chewed off. My copy of Alton Brown's "Feasting on Asphalt" featuring good friend river guy John Ruskey is there on the shelf as well. All of these are ones that have made the cut as I sort and toss. One year after the sale of a century out here the piles are much more manageable but need to be worked with. I could make enough at Hastings on used books to buy season 2 of House of Cards! Hmm..what else? "Dying Well" was written by a doctor about the illness and death of his father and his role as advocate and son. This is one of those books in the meme about what changed your life that I will always count. Ditto for "On Death and Dying." I see it as a passage because I've lived long enough and seen enough things to know that some things? Are worse than death.

Keep the faith ^j^

Sunday, August 31, 2014

cows in the kudzu

As it turns out I put on a couple of tight fittin' tops and headed on out to the kudzu cottage where my dear friend lives. Cathy picked me up and I was out of the sling at the time and forgot all about it I was so excited to get the eff out of this house besides going to the hospital or nursing home. Her brother still has cows next door and we sat on the front porch like the Clampett family watching Sally run 'em all back into the woods. They love the cool spots, ya know? Sally is a beautiful pup who looks kind of like BlueDog only more laid back. She's so blonde Patsye has to pick the RED ball up and give it to her. Her hub was sound asleep in the bedroom after consuming half a bucket of fried chicken. We all go way back to high school days when we were yet to be who we are now. Carol's family used to live down Samaria Bend and take-a-right where the spoiled rotten kid now terrorizes our neighborhood. That would just on the other side of Clara's house and chicken coop.

BG was Booger sitting so I turned in early and slept like a log until about 8 when some dog or another wanted in or out. Marti Ann is in town and she promised to visit today so I got my shit business done early so we could chill. The funniest thing is that she wanted if she could "bring her dog." Heh. Pruddy is a beautiful golden retriever with a gentle soul like Taffy's. All my rowdy mutts terrorized her for awhile and then she ended up on the floor being whispered to by my daughter. Pet friendly? You bet your sweet ass.

I went up to the home this morning expecting to see my mama doing exactly what was up...resting. Because she can't see who's coming into her field of vision she depends on audio instead relating to voice and touch. I shared my new favorite spiritual song with her as all the straight laced conservative types rolled the other residents toward "church." I watched as her eyes that cannot see danced while I sang every praise along with the flash mob in Birmingham. And I knew right then that this is where our paths diverge. I cannot in good conscience allow her to live in an unsafe situation any longer because I know better. As their advocates it is my job to make sure that my parents are as safe as possible because that's what they always did for me. It may not be easy or popular but that's what they sent me to school for.

Mama would say I've been sprunty lately because I've been using my right arm freely. I'm kinda' sorta' doing my own PT based on stretching and whatnot. Once I get cleared by the surgeon there will be myofascial release out the wazoo as long as the therapists hands hold out. She has almost killed "the bitch" which is, as Glenda the good one would say "a good thing."

Labor day is about appreciating work ethic combined with fair treatment for employees. It is about embracing the fact that there is, indeed, more to life than workin' for a living and most of it can be found in small moments with family and friends. I can say this because for the first time in my life I'm taking care of myself.

Faith ^j^

Saturday, August 30, 2014

record breaking

My blogger dashboard contains all three of the blogs that I've created over the past 10 years or so. One of them "A Stained Glass Life" was the book that never got done. Not many posts there at.all. The other one, "Poop Happens" had 1405 posts before I ducked out and over to Pecan Lane which is now 100 posts away from that figure. One of the guys that I look to as a mentor in writing remarked one time that I am a consistent blogger with which I totally have to agree. While he is a writer who is paid for his work, mine is just daily therapy up here on the hill where the corn surrounds my view. That is one of the things I am looking to explore in the upcoming class at the Chamber. The daughter of an old friend is the media go to gal there and my 'nother friend's son is heavily involved. I'm happy to see this community exploring ANYTHING besides more toxic industrial jobs. There is no local market for talent here..the dolla' stores are probably one of our biggest employers. Looking back, I remember when our then roommate Gumby was traveling all over the country with a crew of migrant workers finishing concrete slabs for DG stores. That was before we had ummm....who knows how many in this county. I do shop there for things other than fresh food. It's fun and cheap.

So, I've added two new songs to my celebration of life list this week alone! Both are happy by Hezekiah Walker and the other by Delta Rae. Ya'll don't wanna miss this party, I'm telling you. Not that it will be anytime soon but you never know. Bring your own story! Is that not the ultimate in narcissism? I just had a nice long chat by phone with my mama about how we can manage things when she leaves the home. The doors to every room in their old house are too narrow to navigate with a wheelchair and no help. No weight bearing for a month after she gets there so, um I'm doing the math. Miss Faye is older herself and cannot lift or otherwise help out in that way. Daddy is feeble and manages himself pretty well but, you know. We shall see. I have a CNA in mind who just might be the answer to everything.

Shoulder is so so and I'm deliberately piddling enough to keep it from stiffening up. Like they say, it's a process. A bunch of my friends are getting together today and I'm passing on that because I'd have to wear a bra. It's gonna be a sad day when I have to hook the girls back up for good and trudge to the sawmill! Even my sweet mother is learning to love the joy that is not wearing underwear. It's overcast today and has been sprinkling off and on. That's good for all those folk at the fair working exhibit check-in duty. It's mighty hot up in those big metal buildings when the September sun is shining. To Marti,Aleece and Delores~ thanks for all you do!

And every praise? Is to our God!

Friday, August 29, 2014

challenge this

Okay, enough with the ice water already. It's not cool after a week, if you know what I mean. Howard Stern was the most ridiculous I saw but then that's his total persona. I remember watching him on late night years ago as a naughty pleasure but now he just looks old. I guess that proves I'm getting there too! Lord knows my body feels it. The shoulder is healing slowly and getting some use but nothing fancy. It will take the remaining two weeks to get it in good enough shape for all day use and even then I'm sure there will be lingering pain. Some guy told me he had his done a year ago and still has trouble to the point of steroid injections. Ugh. My friend volunteered to bring her hubby's truck and help out this weekend with the mountain of garbage out back. I certainly don't have to worry about the grass growing there. There's also an old aluminum storm door but I'm saving that for a covered bed in the spring. Yes I probably will never happen but I'm ready if it does.

So, our top story today is that the POTUS wore a tan suit to a informal speech and immediately got smashed for not being "serious" enough to wear a dark color when discussing ISIS. This kind of fluff makes me want to bang my head against the wall. I'm not his biggest fan as I've stated before, but really? Discuss something besides his wardrobe and the golf course. I agree with my new "friend" Carl that if the GOP entertains even a dream of winning some elections they had better get a'hold of their fractured party. I don't see that happening so, guess who's going to be Madame President? That is, unless the world ends first and the way things are going.....

Poor Joan Rivers had an MI during a screening procedure and my first question to self was :"At her age, why is she even doing that>>>" I had that discussion with my mama not too long ago about "whaddya' gonna do if there's cancer?" Same thing for cardiac testing prior to surgery..what difference does it make? It had to be done and diagnostics are being used way too often as money makers rather than tools to figure something out. Referrals...referrals...referrals. It's what makes healthcare go around and the cost to skyrocket!! When I first began working the hospital billed for EVERYTHING and contracted with providers for their services. Now those services are provided by privately owned and operated companies with their own profit margin to see after. It's just the reality of our day, not my particular place. All hospitals do it because somewhere along the line some government rule maker decided it should be thus and so. Transparency gone wild.

The funniest thing I read today was about this really conservative "save the traditional family" type group is trying to book a convention in Australia and nobody will take them! I would file that one under poetic justice of our modern times. Even small acts of seeming approval for discrimination are not politically popular these days. I was tickled to death to see that Market Basket's CEO got his job back after everybody raised hell with the board of directors. To have that kind of employee loyalty is something most companies only dream about. It is much easier to sit back and do nothing then bitch about the outcome. You people rock!

It's Labor Day weekend, the official last weekend of summer unless you live in Tennessee or thereabouts where summer continues until Thanksgiving. The county fair starts Monday and this weekend the place will be a beehive of activity with people moving in livestock and every other little thing for judging. Proceeds from the sale of my mother's cookbook went to help build the Family Life building.

Over and out from the lane ^j^

Thursday, August 28, 2014

regrets and gratitude

Yes, I am a very slow learner in some ways. The elementary school IQ whiz that was my mind back in the day has turned to mush simply because of trying too hard to figure things out instead of letting them happen as BigErnie intended. Very impatient in many respects yet loyal to a fault. There are few things that I regret in my life even though a lot of it hasn't been fun. I do wish I had waited until later to marry so that I had a clear understanding of who I after therapy. Thirty seems to be the age when a lot of women come into their own and begin advancing in the workplace, all the while managing families. I did it for years and never batted an eye. When the kid was sick, my mom or a babysitter helped out. There were numerous skipped school programs and whatnot, but the sawmill had to come first...or so I thought. My bad. Yes indeed, I would change that because for all of that loyalty there is nothing but a lot of years on the time clock that is my life. An old friend posted some pics from back in the day when he was a high school student training with us. It was pre-BG and we were all just kids with 80s hair and attitudes. He remarked how I had always been an inspiration to him and I was touched because I never knew that. He has recently become re-connected with his estranged daughters and that's a big chunk of gratitude for someone around our age.

I don't regret going to college but I do wish I had branched out more into the healthcare field rather than pigeon holing myself into a corner. My brief forays into palliative care research were a manifestation of that dream. What is truly amazing to me is how dime a dozen MBAs get careers making a lot more money than me and my experience do, yet I don't envy them. Most of my static state of life has been of my own making choosing to stay close to home rather than move into a larger job market. Considering cost of living elsewhere it's probably a wash. My parents are here and most of my friends except for the ones "in my computer" as Lois calls the virtual ones. It's amazing to me how rich my life has become with new friends since I began to blog. I try really hard to be true to myself as a writer but tolerant of the points of view that others hold. I read a piece about how over 40 folks like me put two spaces between sentences and now I'm attempting to unlearn that. Even though it's something an online editor can do, I like to learn new tricks.

I am eternally grateful that I had a quote "normal" childhood that did not involve any sort of abuse or poverty and that I still have both my parents in their 80s. It's a constant challenge, but everybody I knows who has lost theirs says to keep focusing on the good times because you never know when it's gonna' be curtain call time. I was a Sopranos freak back in the day but lost HBO prior to the end of that series. I read an explanation today of what the last episode meant and it was revealed that Tony did indeed die...right in front of his family. It talked about the significance of the diner setting and the members only jacket guy and the sudden shift to black. Truly amazing! This dude even pointed out every red herring in the joint. This show is also where I discovered the talent that is Edie Falco who would later play my favorite opiate addict. I am glad to have had the opportunity to get out of my own head long enough to enjoy this kind of film work. It's kind of like mental aerobics. BG just showed me an example of why folks are going ape shit over police killings and my mouth just dropped open. I can see both sides of that one. As for Kroger, if I see anybody in my local store doing open carry, you have lost my business forever. As much as I hate Wallyhell, I'll buy my shit there.

Over the years I've been blessed by a lot of people and one guy named Clarence (like the angel) gave me a subscription to a really high tech blogging app. I rarely used it, choosing instead to stay with the tried and true. No, I don't really embrace change but I can roll with it. Mom had several visitors yesterday and Daddy will be going again thanks to Mary Lynn. She has been an angel not only to them but to their entire SS class taking on the duties of secretary since she's the youngster. I'm sure she misses her own parents. My shoulder is finally not hurting all the time so there's that thing to be grateful for. I'm not challenging anybody because really? Blessings are in the eye of the beholder. All you grammar nazis out there count the number of times I did the double space!

Keep the faith ^j^

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

what would you do?

The WWJD fad with the bracelets was going wide open when BG was a teenager yet she never wore one, nor did I. I certainly don't feel the need to broadcast the fact that I'm a Christian because in this day and time it's a hazardous occupation. My faith is a quiet one, full of rage at social injustice and believing in miracles. Why else would Jesus save people were it not for the love of one universal God. That seems to be where the problem comes in with today's society. The Bible is a book written thousands of years ago on the walls of caves and transcribed ad infinitum until now. Anytime you "republish" with an interpretation to suit your own agenda? It's definitely not what J would do. This is precisely what is happening with our government today. Because of intolerance to other people's belief systems the radical right has taken over the "family values" sector by attempting to overturn a law that went into effect 40 years ago. Get a grip people. Prior to all that women died in doctor's offices or worse getting illegal abortions. Prohibition doesn't work...period, whether you're discussing a substance or a service. There will always be a black market. That's not even mentioning the fact that the Koch brothers own the world and we're just sitting here acting like that. This country was founded on the principles of freedom to believe whatever. That's why we left merry old England and killed all the Native Americans who fed our forefathers that winter.

I am so simple it's ridiculous. Treat me right and give me a reason to keep going and I'll be there if at all possible. This past month I've watched a whole bunch of sunrises and sunsets with no reason to do anything but enjoy. All that will change in three weeks when I'm back to the sawmill for more life saving adventures. That I spent about a week of my recovery there with my mother is beside the point. She is being cared for properly now and I can rest easy. Daddy just called to tell me that their angel Mary Lynn is picking him up for a visit and clothes drop off. Now there's exactly what Jesus would do.

Here's the thing...intolerance of any kind for lifestyle or religious beliefs is wrong and only adds fuel to the police state. I have lived long enough to know that we have a current generation of not just black people but a whole helluva' lot of people who don't know what it's like to be persecuted because they've been coddled. Racial profiling is not just a problem for them, if you know what I mean. I remember following 9/11 when peaceful Muslims living in this country were the victims of hatred because of misunderstanding about the fact that the ones doing the damage are extremists who can't be beaten on their home turf. Dear POTUS: leave that shit alone and enjoy your vacay. Fortunately I've gotten past the anger that I held for the politicians (including Dems) who voted to fund a multi-year Halliburton conflict for just that. I'm looking ahead for positive things like Elizabeth Warren and paying things forward. It's not all bad..that's the MSM painting a picture of horror. Random acts of kindness..that's what's up.


Tuesday, August 26, 2014

the snowball effect

It's dangerously hot and humid around here which is why I'm not going anywhere that I don't have to. Even then, I'm worn out by the time I get home. I've had surgery several times before and bounced back pretty quickly, but I was nowhere near 60 then. I looked at some more EOBs yesterday to see how much I owe for my surgery and it's looking like a pretty big chunk already. There will be payment plans and auto-deductions for sure. Maybe when the arm gets well I can sort through the "treasures" up in here and sell some more. I have absolutely no reason to own an entire set of Noritake china. Seriously. Hopefully that will keep the wolf from the door until I can get this "complicated" financial situation under control. I rode the snowball one time all the way to BK court.

I have some really strange looking lesions on my skin that I must get checked out by my friend the derm doctor. That would be before I go back to see the surgeon again. I'm ashamed to say how long it's been since I visited a dentist but I'm a faithful brusher even when tired and sick. Blogging has been the highlight of my days though it was kinda' fun to run across a Breaking Bad marathon and get to see the entire cast glow in all their Emmy glory last night. The rocker hasn't been used much but I've about got it arranged where it will be my go-to spot.

Mama is working hard at therapy and having a nice time chatting with her roommate. Daddy is busy arranging transportation for all his needs which includes visits to the home. She's hard to catch because they keep the patients busy most of the time. One of the therapists there was once a co-worker at the sawmill and she takes the most amazing photographs in her spare time. We chatted during my visit the other day and it was good to touch base. Both of her daughters are co-workers as well. Another friend's mom is just a few doors down and I met her the other day as well. Sweet.As.Pie.

There's a funny smell in the air that I can only assume comes from farm chemicals wafting my way. I will be so excited to have this corn GONE for the year and I pray for beans and wheat next season. I went to the attic this morning for the first time in forever looking for some papers. There is so much up there that needs to be chunked, but it's not near as bad as it used to be. My hobby for the past few years has been going through the history of an entire family and sorting into piles what to keep and share. Technically I'm not a hoarder because it all has value I just have no venue for selling it. Too lazy for EBay and not nearly organized enough. When I realized today that I didn't have my current W2 or my parents' insurance policies, I was forced into trudging up there in the heat. God bless all ya'll who work where it's hot because I wouldn't last 30 minutes.

The Today show has been one of my favorite things about being able to finally watch TV and this morning they were all about the Emmy awards and everybody wanted to sit on Al's couch for an interview. I know that the market demands that they get paid like that but damn. I only saw one little sliver of Kevin Spacey's face and wish I had Netflix just for that. More and more often cable networks are outperforming the MSM lotso'- ads kind of stuff and I'm glad I lived to see it. Lionsgate and HBO are companies that have always had my heart. My favs like Modern Family and BB were honored "heavily" and I couldn't be happier. It's quite obvious that I'm still in a fantasy world, if you know what I mean. I really never did want to grow up and be a responsible adult, even though I've played the part for many years.

Now for today's shameless pimp-out: My friend Joe Robinsmith has started a cheesecake business in Canada and has been posting his creations and crowdsourcing festivals to get it off the ground. This is one of the two guys who have had my back the ENTIRE time I've been a blogger and I wish only the best for him. Check him out and friend him on my FB page. He doesn't ship yet but could use the support! As for Drew, love you too and mean it. He sells genuine cast iron cookware himself. Shannon, Idgie, Mahala and all those others have their own little stores so why not me? I've always been a procrastinator (shut.up.) and totally missed out on the high times of Etsy. My pictures are scattered around in boxes and on drives and there is very little organization there. Now that the house is clean maybe I can put BG on that task! That is when she's not busy driving Miss Poopie.

Peace and love. Adopt a a tightass politician out of office or serve at a soup kitchen. Do something for Christ's sake. It is only with action that peace can be accomplished. And it's what Jesus would do.