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 ~

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^

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 ~

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^

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^

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

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^