Sunday, November 19, 2017

read my lips

I was fortunate enough to experience church at work today.  As I did an ID a patient's family was gathered to send her off to another department with prayer for a safe return.  I waited quietly and bowed my head with the group, thankful for that aspect of my job.  

Lauren and I are both sick as dogs and I even resorted to Lomotil from the chicken store on the way home.  She misses dat baby too.  Hell so do I!  Already :)  If I don't die from the epizootie overnight I'll have lunch with some friends and hook up with another one to discuss business.  If I don't make it through the night, talk kindly about me.  

As I was heading down the home stretch that is Pecan Lane I saw a truck parked in front of the house. I assumed it was pickers until I got closer and found Tommy and Shirley out and about taking pics.  After they left I dodged pecan chunks and waited for Bubba to come back up the road.  He thought he had missed a Thanksgiving dinner when he saw my post about our feast.  It was DAMN good food like my Mama taught us.  Not a lot left, either.  

I'm thankful for so many things it would be absurd to try and name them all.  There have been a million times I've hit a difficult vein and said "thankyoujesus".  Per Tiffany, I now follow it with an amen and "father!"  She sings gospel while she works and worries about her kids.  

Me and my road dog Mitzi took care of our part this weekend.  Others pitched in and helped with a very tight staffing situation.  We are warriors, no doubt.  

Y'all keep it between the ditches ~ Timmy D


Saturday, November 18, 2017

breakfast with reaves

Reaves woke up about 4:30 which is about my ideal wakey if I'm not gonna be stumbling into work.  We sat in my daddy's recliner in my office and bonded while she fed.  My friend gave her some megasize dr browns so that came in handy.  Work was steady but, by the grace of God, manageable.  I just missed seeing the baby on her way out of town with daddy.  There's always next weekend.  

A cold front moved through and dropped the temps by 30 degrees.  It was quick and windy and as it ended up, a huge mess on Troy avenue right in front of Beverly and Randy's house.  I saw a neighbor out taking pictures.  It WAS a big ass tree that took down a pole and all the wires at a major juncture.  Cops everywhere.  You Lattawoods people take a left.  

I have thought a lot about the motivation of giving lately.  Being blessed with a still anonymous Blog Fairy for two years led me to believe in the grace of giving because one is financially able to do so.  All of these fund raising societies and organizers prey on the cause to get PR for themselves.  Take the American Cancer Society v Dyer County Community Cancer Fund.  With the ACS there are huge administrative costs.  DCCCF keeps it local.  

Watching the fall blow in.  That's what Daddy said to me out front one day when he found me sitting in that wind watching leaves fly.  We more than likely talked about the hospital becuse he was still a volunteer there.  Or maybe the coyotes.  Lauren reminded me a memory of Mama when she was dehydrated or something that made her crazy as a loon.  "It's ALL George Bush's fault!!!" she cried out as she tried to climb the curtains.  Lerd.  Mama was a volunteer too.  That's what they did with the church as well.  They honored their faith by giving back their time and talents to the Kingdom.  In that, they never wavered.  Financially they were good stewards in our local congregation.  They are still adored by a whole bunch of us who grew in faith at the corner of Main and McGaughey. 

It's back to the sawmill for me tomorrow.  Let's pray the epizootie doesn't take us all over!  Hold that thought Mitzi Lou.  Love ya....mean it.

^j^




Friday, November 17, 2017

tgif?

I work every other weekend so I don't get to say that very often.  While everybody else at work was all excited about being off the ones of us who are down for duty just carried on.  I've had lots of "moments" when I wanted to backhand a smartass, but today took the cake.  'Nuf said.  As usual I remained irritated but calm.

The girls should be headed this way soon and I'm doing some food prep.  Reaves will only be here for tonight and her daddy will take over tomorrow.  LP is here 'til Sunday.  We get to split our time and re-connect.  Plus she's behind on Stranger Things.

A miracle of sorts happened this afternoon.  My friend Tracy who cared for mama bought her bed at the estate sale.  She has since started a career in travel nursing with plans to sell the house.  Her beautiful daughter Hannah and friend Braden brought it to me this afternoon.  Even the sawed off legs.  That's a story in and of itself.

Y'all enjoy whatever is next on the horizon.  






Thursday, November 16, 2017

dizzy

My photog friend Jim posts some pretty different types of creations and some of them kind of make my head spin.  That's the ones I call dizzy.  He does great work with landscapes and flowers.  Especially bridges.  

I woke up first around 7 with a bellyache and managed to get three more hours.  I was not feeling well but soldiered on to the doctor's office to find out how to do FMLA on their end.  Then (of course) I went to the gentral' at four points for necessities.  Kroger is just too.much.trouble.  

I had every intention of making cornbread last night but it just didn't happen.  That's what today is for, plus some landry and cleaning.  Company is coming, ya know.  Yesterday my dear friend popped into work with a big batch of giant size dr brown bottles.  Just in time for Reaves' increased appetite.

At this point, I don't care who sexually harrassed whom.  The MSM is having a field day with this and it's like watching soap operas that my memama saw.  As the world turns!  She called it her "stories."  Everybody loves a good piece of gossip.  Remember Monica???  That was Trump's fault too.  My only beef with the Clinton administration is NAFTA and what it has done to our country and workforce.  Outsource or die!

Gotta' get on these chores.  Floors don't clean themselves!





Wednesday, November 15, 2017

lerd

Things I've learned today:  Good shoes are a must for work.  So are good people.  The friendships that I have there are more than just something that you have to do.  It's the result of weathering the storms together and praying for each other and doing the right thing even when you're tired beyond belief.  There are daily shared grandbaby pictures from the grammaw club.  We cry, yell on occasion and work it out because really?  We all feel the love.  

I need to message KK and let her know that I'm just now cooking cornbread for dressing.  Lauren has requested that for our Thanksgiving visit.  Oh, and asparagus casserole, Janice style.  Lord how I miss that woman's cooking!  Her birthday is November 20th.  Ya'll blow her a kiss in heaven.

I saw one of the surviving members of the Sellers class today and that reminded me of both parents.  The last Thanksgiving we spent with Mama was at Maple Ridge all Cracker Barrel style laid out on the bed.  After that, Bubba put up her tree.  I can honestly say she had a great time there and Bubba was a large part of making it special.  

The Norman Rockwell depiction of Thanksgiving is one that we all hold dear.  Gotta meet up with 98 relatives that you can't stand and eat buffet style.  My tribe has diminished.  We catch up when we can and if it's close to a holiday well....bonus!

Love ya.  Mean it.  




Tuesday, November 14, 2017

plan C

I was planning on attending the service awards ceremony this evening but one of those "things that come up" did just exactly that.  What began as a young graduate's first job is still where she's at 40 years later.  I have seen a lot during that time.  Leaders and demoninations have come and gone.  Lobbies redecorated and art purchased.  One of the final promises of MHS to us was that there would be a chaplaincy staff.  Within six months, he was gone.

The decisisons that shaped our futures in healthcare were made by a county board of comissioners who took the highest bid between the two denominations.  The facility, built in 1956 still stands in the original spot.  I missed being born there by a few months.  There has always been a board of directors that includes medical staff and local community leaders.  Those faces change too like employee of the month.  

We do an outstanding job with nurturing our patients as if each of us is a chaplain.  In the end, that's what people remember about their visits.  The system is abused by many and patience gets stretched thin but we know our stuff and act accordingly.  I totally love my work peeps.  

Reaves and Lauren are coming in the next few days for another home visit, probably the last for awhile.  She goes back to work soon and Bailey gets her baby all day.  They are the perfect pair!   The two hours Reaves and I had on Sunday morning is what life is about.  The next generation.

Always, forward ^j^

Monday, November 13, 2017

dead skunk

After two weeks I finally got the stank out of my house that came from Sam's carousing.  All it takes now to get him out the door is a spray bottle!  I've enjoyed not having that smell in my nose.  Until this morning.

I was cruising along in the dark not paying much attention when I spotted a black and white puffy thing prancing in the road.  There was no time to swerve and I smooth ran over that skunk with a large thump.  Shortly after that the smell started and in spite of the windows being open all the say, I smelled like him when I got to work.  They were all like "not again with the skunk thing."  I took the Lysol outside and sprayed my car down and rolled up the windows real quick.  That kinda' sorta' fixed the inside but you can still smell it when you get to the rear of that trusty old Camry before loading up.  I've never seen so many of them in my life as this past few months.  They must be feral.  As I was headed home I noticed large vulchers circling the road real low and observed what was left of mr skunk.  Which wasn't much.  One of those giant birds almost smacked my windowshield...scared me to death!  I can still catch a faint whiff but a shower should fix that.  

Lauren will be going back to work in a couple of weeks so we've got limited time for this free range coming and going for family bonding.  The next visit will be them coming here on Thursday.  It's super hard to arrange when only one person can drive!  I wouldn't trade it for the world though.  We've grown into a little family the hard way three operations and a month in the hospital to boot.  Hopefully the next admission will be mine and there's a fix in my shoulder's future.  

We've been busy decluttering at the sawmill and it's therapeutic.  You know how you live in the same house for 20 years and just hide stuff to make room for the new stuff?  Yeah...kind of like that with a lot of papers and pieces of stuff that nobody knows what they go to.  We're soldiering on though.  One of the things that really made an impression on those health occupation teens in Newbern was when I told them that only 5% of the population gives blood for the other 95.  Even they could do the math.  Kids can donate at 17 and many of them do.  Schools require parental consent.  Public drives do not.

Reaves is O negative which means that's the only type she can safely get.  That's less than 15% of the population.  The "universal donor" so to speak.  My mother was O positive and my daddy O negative.  Thus, I got the pair of genes required to pass that Rh neg onto Lauren and she to Reaves.  

Catch ya'll on the flip side ~

 

Sunday, November 12, 2017

tummy time

Reaves decided to stay up all night while i was snoozing in Lauren's bed so she woke me up to give her a break this morning.  Reaves slept for quite awhile and after a bottle we got down on the floor on her handmade afghan and played.  While on her back those arms and legs were all over the place and she delighted in watching TV.  Meet the Press, no less.  Then I flipped her over on her belly where she struggled but managed to lift her head up as if to show me what she could do.  Evidently tummy time is a thing with infants to strengthen their mobility.  At their house I get to watch real TV and we enjoyed several military movies in honor of Veterans Day.  This morning's NBC magazine type show covered the gamut and included veterans as well. The local Jackson station runs this ad about how cool it is to be from there and I see it often.  Catchy tune.  

The only store within blocks of there is this little Indian owned deal down the street where tampons cost 8 bucks.  The ice machine was broken and dude just kept pointing toward the ice cream freezer.  I didn't have a clue until he came out from behind the counter and showed me styrofoam cups prefilled with ice from a bag.  Lerd.

I visited Rock'n'Dough and Grubbs yesterday for a calzone and some essential oil.  Their made to order calzone is plenty for two and only ten bucks (without the giant cookie.)  While Reaves and I were doing gymnastics this morning I caught up with my Virginia bro via phone hotspot.  Always a challenge without wifi you know.  

More work on tap this week and weekend.  I had nothing for pain yesterday and my shoulder was throbbing by the time I laid it down for the evening.  The rest helped but I had to take some mega ibuprofen this morning.  Lauren has an ergonomic pillow which helped.  

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.  

Saturday, November 11, 2017

veterans day

Instead of spending the day putting flags in the graveyard, I'm spending the night with Lauren and Reaves.  We've had a laid back day and it's still in progoress with a vet themed movie marathon on the teevee.  I'm hot spotting to post this blog.  

I just gave myself a shoulder massage and it felt good and drug free.  It REALLY hurts without the nsaids which I can't have for a week befoe surgery.  Catch 22.  I left the dogs outside so hopefully they'll stay warm and not get eaten by coyotes.  One of the neighbors said his big black Larry looking dog went out sniffing after a coyote and hasn't been seen since.  He's not neutered, of course.  Poor thang.

love the ones you're with ~


Friday, November 10, 2017

me too

I'm happy to report that I have never been a victim of sexual harrassment or abuse which is pretty unusual.  I know tons of people who were and it leaves a scar that never goes away.  A sheltered life is not a bad thing.  I took a lot of chances when I was younger with older guys who were decent enough to stop when I said no.  Now the buzzword all over the net is masturbation in front of unwilling people.  Um.  Now, I don't know about y'all but if I were feeling victimized by that sort of behavior I would either walk away or tell somebody right away.  Not years later.  That's a conversation to have with your therapist.  

Many lives have been ruined by claims of sexual abuse and or harrassment when most of the time there is no proof.  I am a very strong advocate for womens' rights but what I see going on now is an attempt to grab headlines and ruin careers.  I respect Louis CK for saying "yes I did."  If we raise our girls with a sense of self worth and empowerment, these situations can be handled like any other invasion of privacy like drawing a line in the sand.  Sure...people in powerful positions get away with a lot of things.  Sometimes, we allow it because we are star struck or slaves to authority.  Once upon a time I was one of those women.  

I am not defending these men.  What they did and continue to do ( and it's not just men ) reeks of behavioral disorders straight out of the book with mental health diagnosis codes.  These folks feel entitled to push their agenda on other people, much like active shooters and other psychopaths and narcissists.  They get off on the power of disrupting the lives of others.  Rape is more of an act of domination and anger than for sexual pleasure.  

On a lighter note, I visited the cabin this afternoon and found that the entire roadway has been cleared of the white pines that were always a hot mess.  There is a clear view of that cool little red cabin and the ditches are clean.   The transformation continues.  

I'm off for the weekend so I'll be heading to see my girls tomorrow.  I'm sleeping in before I go because there is no sleeping in with Reaves around!  She went on a crying jag the other night during the CMA awards and Lauren danced her to sleep with country music.  

Y'all stay warm and seize the day.  

Thursday, November 9, 2017

happies

My friend Yaya is the queen of happies.  If it's not homemade pimento cheese it's a trinket or something special you would never buy yourself.  She and I go all the way back to early childhood and still cherish the friendship even though we miss each other.  She gifted me with some faith jewelry while doing a friend a favor.  That's how she rolls.

I'm working on a list of potential stories for the new project that will encompass all the counties in the MidSouth area.  If you have one worth telling, give me a shout out.  So far my list includes a canoe craftsman from Clarksdale and a blues singer from Fulton.  

I absolutely adore having the daily Reaves pics for my enjoyment.  It's (almost) like being there only without the crying.  I came home to find pickers in my yard again and almost ran over one but he kept his head down and eye on the prize.  

No news from here.  Just keepin' the faith ~


Wednesday, November 8, 2017

a pain in the ........

For about six months now I've been overdosing on NSAIDs to try and keep the shoulder pain under control.  I scheduled surgery this morning with a pleasant young orthopedic doc from Jackson that will be done on December 7th here in Dyersburg.  Dude gets around, if you know what I mean.  He told me that it was repair was a good possibility but that the muscles had atrophied to the point that there was a chance it could not be repaired via arthroscope.  Lots of fluid up in there too.  He won't know until he gets in there for a look see.  There are two major tears one in the infra and supra spinatus.  And a bunch of fluid.  Bursitis I reckon.

No mass shootings is a good thing so let's all say thank you sweetbabyjeebus and try to get along.  As tragic as all of these events have been it boggles my mind that folks are still out there hating on each other on the issue.  Give peace a chance and find middle ground kids.  You can survive happily without an assault weapon.  Concealed carry is cool.  So is hunting for food if you are so inclined.  I want the cops to have the big guns.  

I drove by the homestead this afternoon and found a flurry of activity with bulldozers cutting down the pine trees that line the front yard.  It was absolutely gorgeous and I see it differently already.  

Bundle up.  


Tuesday, November 7, 2017

back to school

Novemblah continues.  Hopefully the sun will return soon even if it is cooler.  As long as those rays are shining I can deal with most anything.  I left the sawmill to visit the class at DCHS taught by my old friend Leigh.  I haven't been in the halls of a school in eons so it was kind of a culture shock.  It was breakfast time as I was leaving so the traffic was heavy in that new dining room.  As she walked me out she shared what she knew about the threats to their school last week by a group of students.  They're all under arrest probably headed to the bad boy place.  That is not something you play with.  I watched the comings and goings sitting there in the office with the visitor's pass right next to my work badge.  I was officially on duty.  Leigh is a (damn good) nurse and we played it like champs.  She was part of the hospice team that cared for my parents at the end.  

^j^








Monday, November 6, 2017

stirring the pot

As usual my common sense blog post about the deadly impact of assault weapons brought forth the usual hoo hah of guns don't kill people and 2nd amendment rhetoric.  It was pointed out to me that knives kill people too, and cars.  Point taken.  HOWEVER, most of these mass casualty events are perpetuated by white males with anger issues and availability of assault weapons.  Are bump stocks illegal yet?  They should be.  If any of you have seen the movie Frozen Ground you know that Cusack plays the part of angry white male with a gun.  That picture of him picking off the girl as she jumps will never leave my mind.  

Enough about guns.  I just talked to Reaves on speakerphone and she told me she loves grammaw.  I'm kind of in a fog because of working last night and the time change.  I had intended to go to Rosemary's funeral but didn't wake up until it was already happening.  I was there in spirit.  

I talked to an old friend last night who is doing travel nursing and is in MN of all places...until February!  She bought my mother's antique 3/4 bed and said I can have it back for Reaves.  How cool is that???  She kept it safe from the pickers when we were selling everything that wasn't nailed down.  I told her that was a God thing to me.  The unbroken circle.  She cared for my mother at the assisted living which ended up being her last home and loved her dearly.

The holidays are approaching and we will have a heck of a time getting the family on the same page due to work.  I just take it one day at a time and see what happens next.  Tomorrow morning I will be speaking to a health occupations class about the laboratory and I'm excited about that.  We need new blood in the field of laboratory medicine.  Not many people go into it because of lack of recognition and low pay compared to nursing.

And yes, I am a pacifist.  That is not a bad thing in a world gone mad.  How anyone can embrace the death penalty while opposing women's reproductive rights is a mystery bigger than I can explain.  

Ya'll remember who you are ~ 








Sunday, November 5, 2017

how many more?

We all know the drill by now.  Pissed off psycho with "assault style" weapon takes out his hatred on innocents.  Today's was the biggest mass murder in the history of the state of Texas which is well know for its' love of guns.  What disturbs me the most is that this man had a history of domestic violence and aggressive behavior which the service reprimanded and eventually dismissed him for.   Will someone PLEASE explain to me why it should be legal to own automatic weapons.  That is not your constitutional right.  The reason it's so easy is because the NRA is so powerful....bottom line.  That could and should be stopped because it was not the original intent of that organization  In the hands of Wayne LaPierre and a lot of lobbying and money changing, we are facing a world where these weapons are not only legal but easily obtained.  Why?  WHY?????  If Congress had any balls and put money on the back burner, this could be changed.  God is so sad, I believe, that we live in a time where greed and insanity rule.  

Healthcare in general and mental health in particular are a joke.  It's mostly based on the almighty dollar and to hell with you if you need help with your psycho sociopathic tendencies.  Throw a cocktail of pills at it and feed the beast.  Families are often the victims and are afraid to seek help when one of these nutjobs is in their bloodline.  "Oh, he's just "different."  Right.  I'm sure that's what Sandy Hook shooter's mom said when she bought the arsenal he used to kill her first.  

I went in to work at 3 today which is kind of odd but okay for once in a awhile.  We were busy and I watched the radar all evening waiting for the storms that are about to move in.  It should be quick and it has been abnormally warm these past few days.  The bugs have slowed down somewhat so that I can stomp the wasps instead of chasing 'em.  My friends Charlie, Sam and Glenda came out with the four kids today to Pecan Lane for family portraits.  We got a sneak peek before I left work and they are beautiful!!

Even as much joy as my daughter and grandchild bring to me, I feel sad for them facing what is considered normal these days.  Things are so random that it makes me scared to go anywhere which means they win.  Actually I don't like to go out anyway.  Ifeel safe here in my little cocoon of a home in the country and have several knives which I know how to operate thanks to Mamye.  My dogs are like a freaking home alarm system.  We had pecan pickers in the yard today but they were old timers so the boys didn't give 'em any trouble.

Peace be still ~

Saturday, November 4, 2017

heartsong

Lauren and Reaves arrived yesterday and we had a few visitors plus an outing to meet the lab folks and Uncle Bubba at the fuel center.  We all managed a five hour stretch of sleep which is sort of amazing.  I took first duty three hours after we went to bed and Lauren took the next round probably around 3.  We were shocked when we woke up and it was 8AM!  Reaves started out in the magic cradle but ended up as the filling of a sammich between me and her mama.  

We ran into an old friend and her 8 month old grandson in the parking lot at Kroger so that turned into a meet'n'greet on the spot. By 8 this morning her daddy was wanting to know when she'd be home.  Smitten, he is.  Everything gets put on hold when they're here and rightfully so.  I cherish our time together.  

One of the friends we hooked up with was KayKay my oldest childhood friend.  Lauren just opened the shower gift from her because it's been riding in Aunt Mo's car since August.  Hey....we're all busy you know.  It was the softest fluffiest little snuggly thing to sleep on that I've ever seen.  Cute too!  Millette is my mother's namesake like Reaves, and they bonded ferociously yesterday.  Mamye came by....and my dear friend Punkin.  

I now look at life as an unbroken circle.  Elisabeth K Ross wrote a book by that name that was recommended to me by a libriarian and it's one of my favorites.  She established a hospice for AIDS patients in Afton Virginia which is where my brother eventually moved.  Small world, indeed.

Y'all enjoy the colors while they last ^j^

Friday, November 3, 2017

novemblah

That's what my friend Paxito calls this month which is totally true.  Gray and dreary most of the time.  Reaves is asleep in her magic cradle with a humidifier going.  It seems she decided to pull an all nighter with her mama for ladies night and is prolly wore ass out.  I think they slept for an hour.  I fed her and we visited a little bit before she gave it up.  Her expressions are so animated now like she's trying to talk.  

Since Erica delivered them here prior to shopping I had time to shop at the gentral this morning where you can't get through the aisles for the boxes.  There's never anybody there to help with the stocking and the poor cashiers have to try to work it in between lines of customers.  I let two folks in front of me who only had one item.  After that it was Hinson Insurance and a couple of other stops.  Bubba called in the middle of all this so I guess we'll have to meet him at the pumps tomorrow.  

Time to catch up on finances and news.  Y'all keep it in the middle of the road please.  

^j^


Thursday, November 2, 2017

double back

Halfway to the sawmill I realized that I had left my badge at home so I turned around and sped up the lane to get it.  Life is just so much easier with a barcode.  I had seen the skunk scampering when I left the first time and by the time I left again Oscar had him all stirred up.  Windows down from Samaria Bend to work.  Lerd.  My friend is gonna' help me trap it and "release it humanely" in the river bottom.  At least that's my version.  

I've got something to look forward to like a couple of days off with my kids.  TYVM to the wonderful Sherry Dodson for that.  My soul is in serious need of some family time.  The shoulder hurts but I'm able to function with naproxen and ibuprofen.  Old age is not for sissies.

I left work after a hectic day headed for the gas pump only to find that I left my purse behind.  Sooo....here I go back to retrieve that and my jacket from Sondra out front.  I coasted into the chicken store on fumes just in time to see Ashley and Symone.  I passed the little couple that has break there every day because I was "late."  

Here is a message to all of you who blame the rest of the world for your problems:  Bullshit.  If you ain't happy with the gig, move on to something better.  Don't bring everybody else down with you and your misery.  That was just a general PSA.  

The highlight of my day was when we took a 3rd phone and did two side by side phone pics of Reaves and TJ.  We laughed like hyeanas over their expressions.

Love ya.  Mean it ^j^

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

good for the soul

I'm probably gonna' piss some people off but so be it.  I've watched with interest as more and more "important people" come out with their stories of abuse at the hands of others even more important than them.  While I understand the power of confession, the way it's being played by the media is very wrong.  Kids/women/ethnic groups/etc and yes...even men, are abused daily in some way and often times sexually.  Because we are the little people it gets swept under the rug.  I don't give a rat's ass who Harvey hit on.  I thought it was kind of humorous how House of Cards got cancelled again re: Spacey when it was already cancelled.  See what I mean.

There is real power in telling your stories of abuse.  Sometimes it's referred to as the rock in your shoe.  Once you realize that it was horrible and talk about it in a calm and peaceful setting, it loses its' power.  We tell them to our closest friends and preachers and therapists.  Whatever works, I say.  The key is knowing that you are heard and not judged.  

Beth told me Kid Rock is coming to Bridgestone in a few months but she's already seen him this tour.  We work together saving lives and whatnot.  I had the opportunity to visit with two previous co-workers today and both brought joy to my day.  It's the little things about being local that make it worthwhile.

^j^


Tuesday, October 31, 2017

the power of delete

As a writer I'm always keenly aware of personal privacy and compose accordingly.  That's why sometimes an author is bound to edit when a request is made.  So freakin' easy with Blogger!  

Today's adorable grandbaby pic is of Reaves dressed in a pumpkin suit that Aunt Erica got her.  Her candy will be Isomil with dark karo syrup and prune juice to relieve constipation.  It's a process y'all.  Lauren got a clean bill of health at the clinic today and I had an MRI which was loud as hell even WITH the earplugs and headphones.  Results are forthcoming and I don't look for them to be good according to the pain I'm in.  

I received an invitation in the mail today to a service awards banquet at work for my 40 year mark.  I remember some time ago seeing people like Laura and Hazel hit that mark but never dreamed I'd get there.  Go figure.  There are three of us in the lab and we're all old timers.  

It is what it is ~


Monday, October 30, 2017

a friend's a friend forever

Friendship has been a real blessing to me over the years and a lot of it has been online.....virtual friends made over time and blended with the ones I've actually seen.  I can say for a fact that Facebook is the absolute greatest prayer chain starter you ever could imagine and I'm sure that never crossed Zuck's mind.  Social media is here to stay and actually makes life much easier.  Take this past month for instance.  Lauren and I didn't know if we were coming or going most of the time and FB was a way to stay in touch with folks on the big one crisis after another deal.  

Tomorrow is Dr. West's last day at the clinic and Lauren will be bidding him farewell as he gives her a checkup on all that happened.  We only saw him one time in the hospital at the beginning of the induction.  Well, except for that night he came up because he was worried about her fever spiking ( and he wasn't even on call.)  "Ms Parker" he said.  I need for you to calm down.  On that particular night I was oblivious to her pain and rising temp because I was in charge of Reaves at the apartment.  Lerd.  

The skunk smell has faded but the coyotes are still howling.  Most of the crop is in and the landscape is that mid tone brown with patterns in it left by farm equipment in a zig zag fashion.  Getting ready for the next season which is winter.  Maybe I'll get to enjoy a snow from that picture window that's been covered for two years.  The living room is somewhat navigable now that the toys are gone and the dining room is clean again.

No political rant today.  However I will mention how deeply disturbed I am about Trump people funneling money from the Ukraine for their own personal use.  Get 'em Mueller....every damn one of them.

I have an MRI on my aching shoulder in the morning and a doc's appointment next week.  I did the required PT and gobble down NSAIDS and use the therapy ball.  And still, it hurts.  Time to move forward.


Good night, John Boy ^j^



Sunday, October 29, 2017

whirlwind

It's been a busy 24 hours for the Reaves girls.  Lauren and the baby arrived yesterday afternoon for a meet and greet at Nanny's house with AJ and Reaves being passed all around.  By the time we drove up the lane others were on the way.  Lauren was busy "making a nest" in my room which is a chore what with all the skunk activity.  That rock'n'play is the best thing ever invented.  Lily claimed it as a cat bed while we weren't looking.  

I was gonna' sleep in the recliner but it broke and my shoulder hurt so I crawled up in bed with Lauren.  When Reaves was hungry I did the bottle thing and put her in bed with us.  It was a heavenly three hours.  Arise, eat again and rock in great grandma's chair.  Jordan lived here with his Mom when he was just a little baby.  They came to see us this morning as we were headed to Jackson.  He's a 4 year old wild child mean mugging baby man with a soft side.  He wanted to "hold" the baby which we managed nicely.  Lots of kisses.

 I got some incredible news today regarding my future.  It was delivered along with a birthday card from Connie Ray in Utah and a picture of my parents to be framed for the museum.  I guess that puts it all into perspective.

Hugs ~


Saturday, October 28, 2017

homeward bound

Overstimulation for a baby is like a big deal.  Reaves is used to being in the dark cocoon of her mama's house and all of a sudden she went for a road trip and got held by a bunch of strangers.  She and AJ rode in the back with Heather and Lauren to the 'burg.  I found them being passed around at Nanny's house.

Marilyn and Freddie dropped by a to die for couple of outfits while I was at Kroger hunting and gathering.  You can't find a damn thing up in there plus there's no parking.  Bubba was at lunch so I missed seeing him.  Abbey and Lorna and Mamye all came by.  Miss Reaves is wore ass out and fighting sleep.

That's all I've got.  Shhh.  Don't wake up the baby ^j^


Friday, October 27, 2017

skunk 2 sam 0

As usual the dogs went nuts before daylight this morning.  I finally managed to get the bed smelling okay and slept like a log last night.  The minute my feet hit the floor at 5 they head for the outside where the other critters live.  Like skunks and coyotes.  I smelled one and heard the other.  Sam got sprayed again and I left him outside when I went to the sawmill.  By the time I got home there was a cold rain falling and I sprayed him with "the bottle". Right now he's rinsing in the cold ass rain.

At last, I have a plan and I intend to manifest that bitch.  I don't forsee me living to 99 like Miss Mary if I don't make some changes.  I wasn't sure she would remember me because well...you know.  We talked for a bit and she threw out something that assured me she knew who I was.  What a blessing.

^j^


Thursday, October 26, 2017

word play

I've noticed a trend in my foreign commenting which is something along the lines of #terrorist as a key word inviting comments.  I've never bothered to translate but that would be interesting I guess!  Never a dull moment.  

I'm still trying to get rid of the skunk smell before the girls get here but I think he's camped out under the front porch under MY room.  Any suggestions on how to keep 'em away?  I remember when Hoss was here Butterbean got sprayed by one while we were stuck in the mud in the *trustyoldcamry where I left him to die, or so he said.  He rode in the cab of the wrecker while I hung onto the side and BB chased us.  Hoss wanted to let him in the truck!  I miss that old fart but he's here in spirit.  

And so it goes ~ Old Horsetail Snake


Wednesday, October 25, 2017

tapestry

Once upon a time I started writing a book.  The preface was about how our stories come together like colored shards of glass in a window or other creation.  That's kind of the way I see mine anyway.  The stories I've heard ten or twenty times are some of the best.  When I began that little project it was freshly post 9/11 and I found myself with Anita of golden tooth fame watching the towers fall in the doctor's lounge.  We made promises then never to forget.  Many of us have.

I think in some way that horrific terrorist attack was a dark warning of the mass killings to come by homegrown radicals.  I read a piece about the Sandy Hook guy and his state of mind before he  slaughtered all those kids, teachers AND his mother who bought all the guns.  He was described as dark, secluded and fascinated with death.  

On a happy note it looks as if the Democratic party may have a highly electable possible candidate for the Senate race.  I believe in my heart that both of our Senators have done their best to work with Trump and meet in the middle.  Sadly, that's not something he does well.  Tweet*

Hope y'all don't have any skunks around.  My house still reeks of it!!

^j^


Tuesday, October 24, 2017

poopie le pew

Currently I'm airing out the house from where Sam and a skunk got into it this morning before I left for work.  I got up, took a shower and promptly was met by the stinkingest ass dog you ever saw.  And of course he rubbed against me or just carried the oil into the atmosphere or something.  Anyways, when I got to work they could smell me.  I could smell MYSELF.  Plan B was to strip down and put on surgery scrubs for the rest of the day.  And still, the scent was in my hair and followed me the rest of the day.  There clothes were tied up in bags in the car with the windows open.  O.M.G.

My shoulder is no better so I returned to my sweetie pie NP today to plot the next step.  Which is, of course, an MRI.  Her on the spot eval suggested that I have arthritis in the neck that is making my entire arm and hand hurt.  I wonder if there's an oscopy for that?  We shall see what the test says.  I went way too long suffering with the first one to not have answers four years later.  We talked about her granny who is my friend and having problems of her own.  Of course she's 99 and just had a birthday.  

I talked to Lauren and Reaves today and both are well.  Miss Linda delivered a contraption to haul the baby around on your body when you get up and on with your life.  That day is coming babygirl....soon.

I stocked up on vinegar and peroxide which, in my experience, works on skunk skank.  The tomato juice thing does not work.  I've been there....done that.  What with all the crashing of for profit healthcare providers there has been talk of mergers and or sales to the not for profits to maximize locality and services.  I like this idea a lot.  If say, West Tennessee Healthcare were to strike a deal for what's left of the West Tennessee 7 they would have Jackson as a hub.  There's a cancer center there too.  It's just a thought, though.  Random brain dump.

Gotta go mix up the spray bottle for Sammy D.  He's seriously going to hate my guts.  

^j^

Monday, October 23, 2017

welfare check

I spent a long time on a post yesterday and wiped it out with one errant finger on the keyboard.  The only thing I remember is that Mamye and I check on each other every day.  The rest got lost with the delete.  I'm sure it was some sort of rambling diatribe.

I tried to avoid driving in the rain which is my second worst challenge vs at night, so I didn't go to Jackson until this morning.  In.The.Rain.  But boy was it worth it!  I got to hug my babygirls and have Rock 'n Dough calzone.  People come and go there in the village.  There's a nice new fence up thanks to Mike's crew.  Keeps the crackheads out.  We passed in the parking lot and he showed me his birthday present:  A blanket with an image of him holding Reaves....and I took it!  She spent the night with his family while Lauren was recovering.  I saw the light back in her eyes today and that's a blessing.  

Autumn is upon us.  On the drive home in the sun I gawked at the colors and cotton.  Native pecans crunch under the tires when I pull onto my gravel.  I noticed a large orchard somewhere between here and there.....Maury City maybe?  Huge old trees like Lorna's.  

Y'all  keep the faith and leave room for the spirit to work ~

Saturday, October 21, 2017

harvest time

I came home to the familiar sight of bean dust blowing in the wind.  My friends Tommy and Shirley were doing their ride around and take pictures thing an this is one of their favorite places to ramble.  Tom got me to hold the pecan branch because it was blowing into his shot.  That was after he told me to move my car out of his shot!!  Heh.  

Besides the sawmill ( let's not go there ) my outing for the day was to Curry's for yet another visitation, this time with the family of Mitch McDivitt.  His parents and mine were part of a group that stuck together for years until they started dying off.  Daddy kept telling me during the last five years of his life that Frank Agee prolly wasn't gonna' make it this time.  As I type, he's still kicking....the last of a group of giants.  Well, Dr. Cook is still working so I guess he's got Agee beat.  All of the grandchildren in that family grew up with Lauren because we partied as families and they were together in school.  To the entire McDivitt family, I feel your pain.  Rachel and I discussed our business plan with promises to catch up soon with Chris and CoStarters.  The Mill is almost ready!

Blessed are the poor in spirit ~

Friday, October 20, 2017

playing catchup

I just made ANOTHER appointment with my ortho NP because I've had to cancel three due to well, you know.  The whole past month!  That also happened with the dentist and I barely got the electric paid before cutoff.  Lerd.  I'm way behind on life at Casa Poops.  Gotta call propane guy too.  Done...katching!

I slept so hard it took me an hour to wake up enough to run to the gentral.  Even then I was dozified.  There were bags of garbage laying in the yard that had been ignored the past week so that was next on the list.  I finally have red tomatos in October. Go figure that one.

When I think about what could have happened to my daughter I want to cry.  I have just enough knowledge to be very worried at a time like that.  Timing was of the essence and she realized early on that she was getting septic and headed to the ER.  She won't have a bacteria left in her body!  The tribe is helping out with Reaves so she can rest.  Technically her "recovery" didn't start until two days ago.  

Peace be still ~


Thursday, October 19, 2017

breathe in

Praise the lort and pass the gravy, the girls are back at Talbot where they belong.  It was so funny when I was there and all the kids wanted to come in and see "the baby."  They were wide eyed to say the least. Layla holds and feeds her.  All I know is that she's surrounded by people who care about the both of them and that gives me peace.  

I'm off tomorrow and it's supposed to be nice.  Then the rain sets in and there's frost coming next week.  Note to self:  check propane.  The plumbers came today and replaced all my faucets and fixtures plus fixed the commode.  Gotta' hit the general tomorrow for some ajax and whatnot.  Dinner tonight is those yummy expensive Walgreen appetizers again.  One stop shopping...it's what's up.

Blessed ~


Wednesday, October 18, 2017

decompression

We have been in crisis mode so long that it didn't take much to put me to bed last night.  I woke up tired not ever suspecting the clusterf**k to come.  At some point as we were working away we noticed that orders and results were not going through the interfaces to the host.  Fine then...call IT.  At that time of the morning it consists of somebody at the corporate level who trouble shoots a bit then passes it to the software vendor.  That is where I left it with two reference numbers before we began manually entering results.  Around midday I called good old Mike to come take a look see because a savvy lady at the vendor's call center suggested he check for new security.  As it turns out that was indeed the issue and he fixed it in less than five minutes.  It's one of the few times I remember our rag tag bunch breaking out in cheers and clapping!  And thank you Claudine for that valuable piece of info.  

Lauren will ( hopefully ) go home with Reaves this evening.  They are together at the hospital now and that makes me happy because that poor girl was heartbroken over missing that baby.  Lisa will give birth to Lyra tomorrow morning adding another baby to our grandma club.  It's been a busy one for sure.  Martha is next and then Janie and Nat have theirs in the winter.  

It's quiet here and I love it after the noise of the day.  All I hear is the birds singing and the cat purring.  If I shut my eyes I can imagine that little sucking noise Reaves makes when she's eating or working on the wubanub.  

^j^

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

4th time's charm

Little Miss Reaves will be 4 weeks old on Thursday.  The battles that her mama has fought this past month are enough to kill a grown man but she's been a real warrior woman.  The CT did, indeed, show a uterine perforation from the D and C so she was scheduled for an exploratory lap this morning.  I was at work and called to check on her pre-op and she was alone and a hot mess which in turn made me a hot mess.  All my work peeps told me to "GO NOW!" which I did and arrived about ten minutes after they took her to OR.  The lovely old hippie soul Kim and I watched hoarders, talked steps and napped during the coming hours.  

So, the perforation explains the infection.  The hole was beginning to scar over and was pushing against intestinal tissue thus the pain.  They poked and prodded, rinsed and patched and will hit her with another 24 hours of antibiotics.  She ain't a happy camper to say the least.  I wouldn't be either.  Today's heroine is Anna the 12 year old looking nurse who watched over us.  Kim and I thanked her a hundred times for being so precious.  Lord knows our little tribe needed some TLC.  

It's all been a blur of trips to Jackson and back with some work in between.  Thankfully I've slept in a bed a few nights in between couches and strengthened some friendships.  I've known the security of leaving the outcome to God by asking for prayer and feeling it.  Lauren happened to be one of the .5% who has had every imaginable complication of pregnancy except for diabetes and there was a scare there but they found her results.  

It's nobody's fault.  The process of induction is long and tedious and wears a woman's body out slowly so that by the time she delivers it's a relief.  C section recovery is normally 48 hours if all goes well.  That's when she got two units of blood and went home on iron only to return with toxemia a few days later.  A 24  hr mag drip on that visit.  Then came the D and C last Thursday and a septic visit to Ob triage on Saturday.  I am so sick of that hospital I could puke.  Yet I'm grateful for the care she's received.  She was just the one who got the big green weenie.

Peace ~

Monday, October 16, 2017

guilt trip

I am back in the 'burg but Lauren is still in the hospital with Lord knows what.  There was a repeat CT today which, if normal, could be followed by an exploratory lap to try and find the source of the infection.  She's getting a double dose of antibiotics every 6 hours but her last white count was still 16,000.  She is almost one month post partum and has been re-admitted twice...one for D and C and now this.  As expected she's tired of the hospital and missing home and Reaves.  Erica is bringing her up for a visit this afternoon.  Hurry up and wait.  That's the name of the game in a hospital.  

She was upset when I left today and I understand that.  It took everything I had to walk out of there and leave her in God's hands via Dr Atkinson and a lovely nurse named Marietta.  It's bad enough to be all post C-section and hormonal but to not have your baby around is torture I imagine.  Those two are joined at the hip.  When I left we put my name and number plus a note saying "call anytime" on the white board.  Those things are quite handy.  I asked if she had seen this scenario before and she replied "once."  It was an abcess.

This too shall pass as my Daddy would say.  To Lauren and Reaves and all their tribe, I give you my undying love for growing our family.  That is what builds faith.  

My morning hospital TV viewing included a piece about a non profit organization that pays addicted mothers 300 bucks to get their tubes tied when there have been multiple pregnancies.  The founder took in at least 5 of an addicted mother's kids as fosters until she figured out that there might be an answer.  The doctors on the show tried to eat her alive for not putting the money toward other types of birth control that require compliance from somebody who's high.  Talking about the woman's "rights" and shit.  Those unborn babies have the right not to be born addicted and trembling.  It happens all.the.time.  

Last time I checked the news Trump was still POTUS and California was on fire.  I guess I better catch up.

^j^




Sunday, October 15, 2017

touch and go

Something tugged at me when I left Lauren on Friday afternoon.  I was sick and tired of that hospital just like her and ready to come home, Reaves notwithstanding.  "I'm just glad it's over" she said following the uneventful D and C.  I called on Saturday morning and found that she was in OB triage at the ER because of fever and chills.  Oh boy....here we go again.  I threw together some stuff and headed back that way and by the time I got there she was admitted.  She had a low grade fever of around 100 and was shaking like a leaf.  I watched as they hung three antibiotics and headed to the apartment to care for Reaves overnight.  Sometime in the middle of the night, her temp went WAY up and they called the doctor in who wasn't even on call but is part of her group.  He ordered blood cultures and examined her thoroughly trying to find the source of the right upper quandrant pain.  She got massive doses of pain meds then passed out and woke up in a drenched bed with the fever broken.  I knew none of this until we talked this morning.  It's good that I didn't because I'd have been torn between which girl to stay with!

Reaves and I got along fabulously.  She's a great baby who doesn't fuss much except for a valid reason.  Her new pacifier has a little animal on the end of it to help her hold on which is awesome.  Wub a Nub maybe?  I'm out of the loop.  Anyway, she loves it.  Because she was born only one day before Lauren's birthday it was kind of like a flashback for me to 33 years ago.  She wakes up every 3 to 4 hours to eat and get changed and usually goes right back to sleep in that sweet little electric cradle.  WITH the wubanub.  Lots of kids were curious to see "the baby" and they would tiptoe in and gawk at her.  Mike was in and out.  Soberstock was going on next door and the music was loud and parking scarce.  

Once again, I am sleep deprived after a three week recovery from four days of it.  I admire my daughter for being such a good little mother and all that it entails in spite of all of her own physical ailments.  It's bound to be a test.  And she would tell you that baby girl is worth every bit of it.  

To all of you who have prayed and sent good vibes, thank you.  To my co-workers who are some of those very ones, bless you for understanding my dilemma and allowing me the time to spend with our new family during this rough patch.  Like the doctor told us during day 1 of induction: " This will be a marathon, not a sprint."  Right on Dr. West.

Lauren was still wearing the raggedy Bill Murray tshirt she went in wearing so I went by the gift shop and got her a new cute one.  Play it as you see it....one step at a time.

Gratitude ~


Saturday, October 14, 2017

when you know too much

Right now I'm listening to the sound of Reaves' electric cradle and worried sick about her mama.  Infections do not play when there have been multiple surgeries involved.  I noticed ampicillin hanging when I left there which is useless against MRSA many times.  The fact that is is three weeks and a few days after delivery makes it quite worrisome.  The tribe is keeping an eye on her. My job is to be grandma for a night with no supervision.  

I go back to the sawmill on Monday facing a new reality, one which involves 12 hour shifts.  It's been a looooong time since I've done that and I'm not too thrilled about the prospect at the age of 62.  Early retirement is looking better all the time.  For the first 15 years of my career we worked all three shifts, often on call for 24 hours at a time.  I was in my twenties then.  It was a different time but I did the odd shifts even after Lauren was born in 1984.  

I'm at a crossroads and I will prayerfully do what's right for me and my family.  There is no reward for work ethic in today's corporate world.  My brother messaged me that Kroger is selling off their convenience stores to concentrate on the grocery business.  The one in D'burg just spent millions on a remodel with the same space when they could have built a brand new store.  Go figure.

Sorry to be a downer but sometimes you just can't suck it up and smile.  Today is one of those for me.  I ran into a friend at the food court today whose 87 year old mother had a stroke last night and ended up in the same hospital as Lauren.  Y'all pray for her too.

^j^

Friday, October 13, 2017

my father's eyes

Oh boy.  If I ever have to spend a month in and out of Jackson General again at least I'll know my way around.  Lauren's procedure was the last on the doctor's list, the one we like so well.  Therefore, it was way past dark thirty when we finally left the building.  There were scripts to be filled and we missed the Kroger cutoff time so here we go to the 24/7 Walgreens on a mission for food and medicine.  A note to you shoppers: Dinner for two can be bought there easily for fifteen bucks worth of appetizers.  By the time we got to the house Lauren was missing that baby so her daddy brought her home all swaddled in a blanket.  He was tired and so were we.  Long day for everybody.  We stayed up 'til midnight piddling and slept until Lauren got in severe enough gastric pain that I had to make ANOTHER run to Walgreens for gas relief.  Reaves ate and slept and played a bit...gazing in wonder at whatever it is she can see at this point.  

I heard Lauren say from outside in the sun "Mom...Cardinal" but she was on the phone so I wasn't sure if she was talking to me.  When I went to the door she told me there had been one on the bush beside her.  " Grandaddy" I said.  "She looks like you Mom"  I replied that I look like my mother so there you go.  She looks like little Janice Ann Reaves.  And acts like Billy Stafford when she's mad.  Lauren is such a good mother. Her first outing will be to Soberstock tomorrow.  A debut, if you will into that community.  

I headed home after that and had a safe trip.  These days I don't take that for granted anymore.  High five to Madison county on.the repaving.  Your city deserved better.  My tour of the blood bank at the hospital yesterday was fascinating.  They do ten times the volume of transfusion medicine that we do but have a staff dedicated to just that as a major medical center.  Trauma isn't there forte as they are usually an in between point with Air Evac shuttling to and fro.  That's why we have a helicopter parked out back.  Google EMTALA.

The critters were happy to see me roll into the driveway and I'm glad to be in one spot for a minute.  I have cleaning to do before next weekend's Dyersburg visit by the girls.  Like....a lot.  

Teach your children well ~


Thursday, October 12, 2017

little miracles

I left work early today to hook up with BG at the outpatient surgery clinic over at JMCRH.  The one doc that she never saw at the clinic happened to be the very one who discharged her and followed up with excellent post partum care for the past three weeks.  The staff on that floor was most excellent.  While I was there I caught up with an old friend in the blood bank and we talked business for a bit while Lauren was waiting to go back.  I seriously have never understood why hospitals tell you to be there four hours ahead of surgery time.  I mean really? Today's heroes were Dr. Atkinson and Edie the nurse from Saltillo TN who also works in Savannah.  Oh...and the receptionist out there herding family in and out from pre-op to recovery.  And of course always, the ever present African greeter up front.  I had lunch at the sawmill so I skipped the food court today. Mamye is taking care of the critters for me and she checked in expecting us to be snug at home right about the time BG rolled into surgery.  

The tribe kicked in full force today to take care of these girls and that brings me so much joy and faith in the goodness of human nature.  Thanks to all of you who have given our little family up to God.  I'll try not to bitch too much about Trump anymore but it probably won't work.

^j^

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

chill

Finally there is one that is October worthy.  Gimme some 50s and 70s pleaseandthankyou.  Oh and some colorful leaves.  And a newer car.  Hey...I don't ask for much.  The lane was still covered in water with full ditches as I headed out in the dark, my headlights gleaming against the stop sign's reflection in that ever present puddle.  The county dug out the big ditch on the right and all that debris kind of dammed up like a beaver's work mid lane.  I made it to work yesterday and today with time to spare.  Just so you know!

I get to see my girls tomorrow and feel a lot of joy in that.  We're meeting at the hospital for her procedure then headed to home where Reaves is well cared for by Erica et al.  I know the place well by now after spending a week there.  Remind me to tell you the one about the poor guy that got dropped.  I'll leave straight from the sawmill with packed bags and pet sitter plans made.  Thanks Mamye D.

There was a big piece in our local paper today about the overturning of a murder conviction in Lake county.  It's a story with a lot of layers that ended up with two people dead.  I work with their daughter and she smiles in spite of the loss.  That's called faith.

It may sound corny, but I feel an obligation to Reaves to share the ones who came before her.  Surely Lauren will because she still misses them like me.  When my Daddy retired he began work on his family tree and hunted down Joe Lee Stafford for years....his great grandfather?  The whole thing started down there in Blue Mountain Mississippi.  

Group hug y'all ^j^




Tuesday, October 10, 2017

muddy puddles

It came a monsoon last night and today and I almost had to paddle to work because of the lower lane flooding.  It continued for several hours and when I came home there was STILL standing water and full ditches.  I think part of what makes this such good farm land is the way it's sloped for good drainage.  It's still hot though.  Meh.  

I honestly never thought I'd say this but I have an enormous amount of respect for Senator Bob Corker.  He has responded quickly to every concern I've written about and is brave enough to call the dogs out on you know who.  If that party evn dreams of being anything other than a bunch of neonaziredneck gun toters, they'd better do something about the ringmaster.  Midterms are coming up.  Senator Corker speaks to those who know the madness is out of control and seeks some sort of sanity before we all die in WWIII.  This is not a drill. Or a video game. Or a reality show.

I'm headed back to Jackson for the surgery and post op care.  Maybe a little baby sittin', ya think?  There are other plans as well if the universe intends for it to be.  They way things have been going, I'm really not surprised much though I must saying watching California wine country get incinerated scares the shit out of me.  I dutifully paid my last ticket for no seat belt and was surprised that it didn't go up. The kid in front of me gets points on his license next time.  

More later.  Ciao~


Monday, October 9, 2017

the fat lady sings

The baby will be three weeks old on Thursday when her Mama goes in for a D/C to clean up the remnants of Elizabeth Reaves' birth.  Very unusual for sections I'm told.  She's been a real trooper so far and thank you sweetbabyjeebus for all those who love her enough to see her through it.  That's when it sucks being a hour away as a parent.  Maybe by the weekend she'll be a bit more perky!

I'm looking at options 24/7 now and remembering all the chances I had in the past for jobs that were not "the right fit."  At this point, I'm figuring out how to pay the light bill on SS.  Plus, you know how hard it is to get decent insurance.  My body and soul are tired beyond belief  yet I soldier on trying to find some joy in the day.  I get a daily wakeup call and hug from Sondra.  We all meet in the middle and discuss what our future might be.  Healthcare is a huge stinking mess in this country.  I'll spare you the reasons why because it takes too many key strokes and my shoulder hurts. So let's all say a prayer for Lauren as she returns to the hospital one.more.time.  

Thanks to all you sweet angels ^j^






Sunday, October 8, 2017

with a full heart

I'm handicapped on sharing baby pics which is probably a relief to most of y'all because I'd be over the moon with them.  I'm still "not on Facebook" on my phone so when I take pictures I email them to myself and then try to post from there.  That's not working today but whatever.  I can gaze at that face anytime I want to on my badass phone.  

Yesterday was a lot of bonding, grocery shopping and cooking in Jackson.  I took green tomatos with me and fried those up along with some squash.  We didn't even need meat after all that.  Sam got some too because I promised him.  Lauren offered me the bed for the evening so when I got up this morning we traded places and grammaw and Reaves had some quality time for a few hours.  

She's a typical two week old infant, wanting to be held and pacified which we usually do.  She's finding her thumb and feet and quite alert except when milk drunk.  Gripe water is the best thing ever invented and I only wish I had had some back in the day because just about every feeding ends up with hiccups.  She was fussy yesterday, probably because of the intrusion into their little cocoon of a home by grammaw.  Or maybe it was just gas!

None of the headbands she has fit her head ( too big ) so Erica came in with one last night that actually stayed on for a minute.  Too stinking cute.  I had the opportunity to people watch while outside smoking and got tickled at this little boy kicking a soccer ball like a football.  He managed to get it stuck in a tree but got it out.  

I delivered MORE presents which we opened per written color coded instructions.  I sent Claudia a picture of Reaves with the blanket over her.  Kay's diapers and Janie's formula were a proud addition to the household.  As it happened, this was Lane College homecoming weekend so we got treated to a halftime performance being practiced over and OVER again from a couple of streets over.  The whole area was blocked off for the festivities.

Me and Reaves watched CBS Sunday Morning together which is something that I miss.  My parents got me hooked on it years ago.  Today they covered Nate, Tom Petty and Las Vegas in no particular order.  

Ya'll have a great week.  I'm taking it one day at a time~