April 23, 2018

FORGETTING WITH CHANGES




It was a busy, busy day ending in sad forgetfulness. 

We rushed around in the sunshine getting errands run, smiling at ourselves, having fun and giving back at the same time.  You can’t beat that.  Costco for gas, for meds, for his diet drink.  Haircut for G.  We stopped by Amvets where I found a see through jacket of humorous intentions that fit.  G found a Mondrian tie from MOMA.  Vons for donuts for the shop.  After that we took three boxes of books to the shop priced and shelved them, then off to a birthday party for our water Aerobics teacher, Sallie.  Goodness, we were the dasher abouters this day.

G made a simple dinner, and we were off to pick up a friend and head to our Sunday Meeting.  I have a job to do there and repeatedly have forgotten it over the last few months.  Usually, someone reminds me.  This day I totally forgot it.  Very embarrassing. 

At the break, I told my friend Dee how I was feeling.  Afterwards she came up and commiserated with me.  She told me that she was so proud of me for being able to talk about it and that she had the same problem.  It was good to be able to talk about it.  (I forget a lot now, and I have told the doctor.)  Making a promise, even to a group, is still a promise I need to keep.  Now George will remind me, Dee will remind me, and I will put post-it’s up everywhere. 

It’s nice to not feel alone. 
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  • Himself:   Work looks not too bad.  Meeting tonight.  Tax checks came in.
  • Herself:  Saturday was read in the sun behind the Auto Museum then on to an art show at Spanish Village at the other end of the Park.  Dinner was Chicken Pie shop.  My hospitalized friend, Claudia Kay, died yesterday from a heart attack just as she was being rolled in for surgery.  Her friend Mary had a stroke and is in a home.
  • Reading:  More Mrs. Polifax.  Today is “World Book Day.”
  • Watching:  More NG earth shows.  Tonight Antiques Roadshow.
  • Gratitude’s:  Biopsies came back negative.  Hurrah.

April 21, 2018

EARTH DAY

 

Today is Earth Day.  Last night G and I watched a two hour long episode of Nova about Climate and Weather.  Although I knew much of what the show was about, I didn’t know that trees held on to Carbon Dioxide, nor did I remember that the primary cause of the ocean warming is also Carbon Dioxide.  The show was fascinating.

We did our very small part at the Discovery Shop yesterday.  Our two day plant sale featured low water use plants.  These were all put in containers by two of our caring volunteers.   The ingenuity in potting them put a smile on my face.

While shoppers bought plants, I moved books around.  Most of the aeronautical books have sold, but few of the boat books.  I thought it would be the other way around.  And too, the cookbooks now have a bookcase of their own.  While I shuffled the volumes around, the plants moved out the door rapidly.  That children’s quilt was still there….at $3.00.  Of course I bought it.  Perhaps Zoe would like it.
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  • Himself:  Stomach fine.  Leg looking vastly better.  I’ll get him to take some of the stored cookbook donation to the shop for me.  He goes to work today then….
  • Herself:  …to a show of an old friends work in Spanish Village.  I’ll go up to the Park with him.  Bought that quilt.  It was priced at $3.00.
  • Reading:  I bought the new Box but it is so negative that I’m reading “A Palm for Mrs. Polifax” instead.
  • Watching:  National Geographic's "One Strange Rock!"  Really good.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I feel pretty good despite all the lifting yesterday.


April 19, 2018

A BLOCK A MONTH



·       I’m getting really slow in my old age.  This quilt came into the store yesterday, and only now did I figure out what it was.  A block a month quilt for a child.  It’s a really charming, grandma made quilt.  I was a very good grandma and didn’t buy it.
·       George is better.  Back to normal.  “Hungry all the time,” he tells me.  “Wants carbs.”  He broke down and saw a doctor yesterday when he thought the skin problem around his knee was Shingles.  No Shingles but serious hives.  They were such giant ones that they overtook his calf and part of his thigh.  Now he has sprays and ointments and announces, “They are improving.”  Having him work on the other side of the desk gives me access to his direct comments. 
·       Sometimes taking action on small things makes the day.  I cleaned out my underwear drawer yesterday.  As I held up a piece I asked questions, and kept or discarded.  Ellen Tracy ‘underwear pants’?  (“I never called them that” said Bobbie.)  They had elastic that folded and cut into my waist.  Did I like this?  No?  Out they went.  Perhaps they were at Ross for a reason.  Ditto all the rest I didn’t wear.
·       I’ve always driven.  At 18 I drove cross country with a couple of Army friends.  Once I slid down Franconia Notch on black ice.  Now that was dumb.  At 21, I helped drive back to California, pregnant, and in a 57 Chevy over stuffed with all my worldly goods.  For years I drove the LA freeways to work every morning.  For many more years I drove the San Diego freeways to and from work at rush hour.  Now I only drive to work, to the stores, and to the pool all close to home.  When my mother in law was in her 80’s, she stopped driving the freeways, and I didn’t understand.  Now I do.  After my second foray onto the freeways yesterday, I was much more comfortable.  As long as I can see, I need to keep driving.
·       A warm sunny yesterday has morphed into a chill showery day today.  I need to run out and return my Passport and DD214 to the safe deposit box.  Getting damp doing won’t’ be bad at all.  I am now plugged into the VA system again and feel yesterday was very successful.  I have an appointment at the Audiology Department for the 10th and feel heroic.    

April 17, 2018

HEY DEAR YOU...



1959 at #20 when I thought I could leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Hey Dear You……..

Yes, George is fractionally better.  He was a slug this morning, but he managed a nap and now sounds pretty good right now.  Crisp and funny too.

Me...I spent all day with one trip home to get a second ID, getting plugged back in to the VA system.  I can't hear many things in the soft and gentle category or at all in big crowds.  I kept having to ask the lady doing the data entry to say things over and over and....LOL  It really was funny.

I wish she had mentioned that I needed two ID's.  So after the majority of the paperwork was done, I came home for lunch.  Then to the bank and back out to the VA with my passport.   I must confess that I haven't needed to drive on the freeway in forever.  Stay at home me drove badly the first time around.  By my second visit, I had a better grip on things.

Payback for my heroics is a slice of pizza at Costco for dinner.

Tomorrow is a book day.  Maybe payback for today is book day tomorrow.

I think I will use this for my blog.  LOL 

Hugs, Mage 

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Himself:  Thought Costco was a good idea.  His ripped and mangled knee has shingles.
Herself:  Asked the Scrap Quilt folks on Facebook to help with my gold thread problems.  Need new needles, need to sew slowly, need to try “Sewers Aid”, Try a different thread.  Et Al.
Reading:  Box, “Now Here to Run.”
Watching:  NCIS if new.
Gratitude’s:  That I got to the VA and back twice, Best of all that G is better.


April 16, 2018

ALL NIGHT



George was ill last night with a bit of food poisoning.  All night.

About 400 people showed up for an annual potluck, most bringing something to eat.  He ate a far, far wider variety of things than I did.  I hope 400 other folks didn’t go home ill.  Yes, he didn’t go to work.  Yes, I am a worry wart.  
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  • Himself:  Finally got to sleep around dawn.  His knee looks like it has shingles.
  • Herself:  I have an appointment at the VA tomorrow to see if I qualify for audiology.
  • Reading:  Box.  “Open Season,” his first Joe Pickett novel.
  • Watching:  This morning the Boston Marathon, this evening Antiques Roadshow.
  • Gratitude’s:  That he’s vastly better by noon.



April 14, 2018

AN EVERYDAY SMALL THING



1995: At the dealership with our brand new truck..

We have been busy today with the little things.  Things like getting two new lift supports for the Lear lid on Grumpy’s bed. 

When we went on our honeymoon in 1995, we took Grumpy.  He was new.  He was reliable…we thought.  We put all out luggage in the back of the truck, and off we went.  It rained.  Then it snowed.  We made the rest of the journey with the luggage in the cab of the truck with us.  Did I mention that we hadn’t learned to pack light yet?

As soon as we got home, we went out and bought a lid for the bed.  We have only removed it once or twice over the years.  We open and shut it often.  The original set of pistons lasted about ten years. 

Just a few weeks ago, the lid slammed itself shut on a friend’s arm.  A few days later, it did it again.  It’s a very heavy lid.  Since then, when we use it I stand there and hold it open.  If I’m using it for groceries, I hold it open the whole time.  Very awkward.  Very dangerous.  

I have to tell you, I didn’t know a gentle push would open up that lid gracefully.  Nor did I know another soft movement would slowly lower the lid into place. 
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  • Himself:  He didn’t know how easily it would work either.  At least he is speaking to me.
  • Herself:  He motioned me to back up from the car wash today.  I was careful to not hit the palm tree behind me.  I hit a metal gate instead.  BOOM! It moved Grumpy’s bumper back about half an inch…evenly.
  • Reading:  Still on the same Penny.  My right eye is greying out the pages and slowing me down.  Yes, I have an appointment with our ophthalmologist.
  • Watching:  Would you believe Joy doesn’t have a recipe for 3 bean salad.  So I am here watching the internet for one.
  • Gratitude’s:  I figure the muscle and bone damage happened in 2007 when I fell running for the trolley.  Tripped and fell into a big square of marble and broke more than one rib.  And more important, I made daughter Margot laugh till she cried twice today.  Got both vehicles washed too.


April 13, 2018

YESTERDAY



They don’t use sprays on the throat any more.  The thought of nothing to stop the gagging really worried me. 

“We have a gargle tho,” said the nurse.  “It tastes really awful, but it works the same as the spray.”

I went for it, and it didn’t taste awful to me.  By the time I reached the procedure itself, I was out.  The doctor told me later that he found “Muscular/skeletal damage, a hiatal hernia, and gastritis.”  He did a biopsy too.  Results of all this in ten days….nine days now.

Yes, I slept on and off all day as did G when he had this done.
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  • Himself:  Hives less.  He’s pretty good today.  Five people laid off two days ago.
  • Herself:  Really pretty good expect for soreness.  Got permission to get in the pool, so I went with G this morning.  Work, meeting, TV, and read.  Left my good coffee travel cup at work…let us hope they didn’t sell it or throw it away.
  • Reading:  Penny.
  • Watching:  Nothing that I know of.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I am here, that I got to go to the pool again and was welcomed.

FORGETTING WITH CHANGES

It was a busy, busy day ending in sad forgetfulness.  We rushed around in the sunshine getting errands run, smiling at ourse...