Good Afternoon to all. Just wanted to say thanks for all the thoughts, prayers, cards and encouragement from all my family during this time of surgery, recovery and moving on with my life. It has certainly been a challenge. A special thanks to Jerry and Jane for always being there, for opening the home for wayward sisters, cooking, cleaning, laundry, limousine service and moral support.
On Wednesday this week, I had my first out patient therapy appointment, I was going to do it all on my own, however when my car wouldn't start (I had driven it on Saturday), guess who got a last minute call for help (Jerry) as always he came through.
It has been so much fun opening the mail box and having cards from all the family. I must have 30 or 40 cards. THANKS AGAIN FOR THOSE CARDS.
Also, a special thanks to Brittany, she comes on Friday, Saturday or Sunday and does many chores (emptying trash, filling bird feeders and going to the store, to name a few)
We are going to try a spring break trip to Greenleaf on March 17 thru 21. I'm waiting to see how I progress with therapy.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Life Keeps Pointing Me In The Life Direction
Good Morning Taylor Family, how are you today?
I watched a fantastic movie! Has everyone seen The Hurt Locker? It is so high on my recommendation list I can't even see it from here. I was so steeped in the movie I hardly even breathed. Direction, cinematography and all accouterments of movie making were completely lost in the gripping unfolding of the experience. The acting was superb, and because I don't watch TV the actors were brand new to me. This is what movies can do. This is film making at some kind of pure level, this is art. I won't forget this film for a long, long time.
I read The Help by kathryn Stockett and recommend it also, about black domestics in the sixties in the South. We might know poor, but we don't know domestics. The civil rights movement is way in the background, but there, obviously. These white ladies are direct decedents of Scarlett O'Hara. I don't think it is a great book, but it is the author's first novel and worthy, with some memorable characters and a memorable viewpoint.
Other than that, hey, Ian and I bought groceries and went to Dairy Queen. Life keeps pointing me in the life direction.
My friend Sandy had her first Olympic experience, she and her husband traveled to Vancouver for an ice hockey game. No, not that game, between the US and Canada, but the one after between Finland and Norway, I think. Anyway she posted some sweet comments on her blog that I will now share with you -- and she mentions mother:
The Vancouver Olympic Experience Is ...
... the friendliest host country imaginable.
... chatting and sharing with strangers from other countries.
... riding the skytrain everywhere and helping lost strangers find their way.
... one big street party - half of downtown closed to traffic.
... getting excited about the Paralympic Winter Games and hearing the athletes stories of overcoming adversity.
... cheering for the US, the best athlete, the underdog or our new friend's country
... a jacuzzi after walking all day!!!
... being blown away by natural beauty, man-made beauty and the sheer number of people in one place.
... homeless people on the street and dreaming of a more perfect world.
... hockey with no fighting (almost).
... searching all over for those elusive red mittens.
... queuing up for everything and meeting patient friendly people every time.
... people wearing their country's flags as capes.
... learning hockey terminology from a new French Canadian friend.
... quality time with one's spouse.
Thanks Jan and Maxine for the Love is ... idea.
I can confirm the friendliness of Canadians, when Jean and Jerry and I went to Vancouver we had help every step of the way. Canadians would see you puzzling over something and step up and ask, "Do you need help." We were so impressed that day.
On another note, there is a very good movie about some para-Olympic athletes called Murderball; they said he was an a__hole even before he became a quadriplegic.
As Sandy says on her blog Everyday is an Adventure and a challenge. Ain't it the truth?
I watched a fantastic movie! Has everyone seen The Hurt Locker? It is so high on my recommendation list I can't even see it from here. I was so steeped in the movie I hardly even breathed. Direction, cinematography and all accouterments of movie making were completely lost in the gripping unfolding of the experience. The acting was superb, and because I don't watch TV the actors were brand new to me. This is what movies can do. This is film making at some kind of pure level, this is art. I won't forget this film for a long, long time.
I read The Help by kathryn Stockett and recommend it also, about black domestics in the sixties in the South. We might know poor, but we don't know domestics. The civil rights movement is way in the background, but there, obviously. These white ladies are direct decedents of Scarlett O'Hara. I don't think it is a great book, but it is the author's first novel and worthy, with some memorable characters and a memorable viewpoint.
Other than that, hey, Ian and I bought groceries and went to Dairy Queen. Life keeps pointing me in the life direction.
My friend Sandy had her first Olympic experience, she and her husband traveled to Vancouver for an ice hockey game. No, not that game, between the US and Canada, but the one after between Finland and Norway, I think. Anyway she posted some sweet comments on her blog that I will now share with you -- and she mentions mother:
The Vancouver Olympic Experience Is ...
... the friendliest host country imaginable.
... chatting and sharing with strangers from other countries.
... riding the skytrain everywhere and helping lost strangers find their way.
... one big street party - half of downtown closed to traffic.
... getting excited about the Paralympic Winter Games and hearing the athletes stories of overcoming adversity.
... cheering for the US, the best athlete, the underdog or our new friend's country
... a jacuzzi after walking all day!!!
... being blown away by natural beauty, man-made beauty and the sheer number of people in one place.
... homeless people on the street and dreaming of a more perfect world.
... hockey with no fighting (almost).
... searching all over for those elusive red mittens.
... queuing up for everything and meeting patient friendly people every time.
... people wearing their country's flags as capes.
... learning hockey terminology from a new French Canadian friend.
... quality time with one's spouse.
Thanks Jan and Maxine for the Love is ... idea.
I can confirm the friendliness of Canadians, when Jean and Jerry and I went to Vancouver we had help every step of the way. Canadians would see you puzzling over something and step up and ask, "Do you need help." We were so impressed that day.
On another note, there is a very good movie about some para-Olympic athletes called Murderball; they said he was an a__hole even before he became a quadriplegic.
As Sandy says on her blog Everyday is an Adventure and a challenge. Ain't it the truth?
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Apple Pies and Books
Apple Pies: I don't remember if Mom's apple pies were really that good, but washed in the golden glow of memory they were fantastic.
Books: I remember the glorious treat of going to the big downtown library and being pissed off, at the tender age of seven, that there was a limit to the number of books I could check out. What a crock! How could a person pick out of the thousands of tempting choices. Somehow I guess I managed because I always took my six home and hauled myself up the cedar tree to read, soaking up the books, the expansive view, and the blue blue sky with the Oklahoma wind riffling my hair.
I remember reading the Pleasant Hill School library -- granted it was a small country school library, smaller than a smallish bathroom, but I read everything I could swallow. How could I not? All of the orange covered biographies, The Box Car Children, Silver Foxes, books with strange landscapes, mice, bears, tigers, endangered children.
I remember being scared by witches, sad when Old Yeller died, and happy when Pollyanna was finally understood and loved. I was amazed by love, fearlessness, fierceness, and fair play, of working together or surviving alone.
I remember staying up way past bedtime, a speck blended into the back ground, barely breathing, anxiously spying, and waiting waiting waiting while the Encyclopedia salesman finished his pitch to Mom and Dad. The complete euphoric elation when the deal was struck.
I remember the magic I experienced with slow unfolding awareness of the wonder and elegance of classical books; Austin, Bronte, Barrie, Scott. Where had they been? Where had I been?
What a world books are. I still have my collection of library cards from ever city, state, or town I ever lived in. I haven't traveled far or accomplished much, all know is what I've read in books.
The best apple pies ever.
Books: I remember the glorious treat of going to the big downtown library and being pissed off, at the tender age of seven, that there was a limit to the number of books I could check out. What a crock! How could a person pick out of the thousands of tempting choices. Somehow I guess I managed because I always took my six home and hauled myself up the cedar tree to read, soaking up the books, the expansive view, and the blue blue sky with the Oklahoma wind riffling my hair.
I remember reading the Pleasant Hill School library -- granted it was a small country school library, smaller than a smallish bathroom, but I read everything I could swallow. How could I not? All of the orange covered biographies, The Box Car Children, Silver Foxes, books with strange landscapes, mice, bears, tigers, endangered children.
I remember being scared by witches, sad when Old Yeller died, and happy when Pollyanna was finally understood and loved. I was amazed by love, fearlessness, fierceness, and fair play, of working together or surviving alone.
I remember staying up way past bedtime, a speck blended into the back ground, barely breathing, anxiously spying, and waiting waiting waiting while the Encyclopedia salesman finished his pitch to Mom and Dad. The complete euphoric elation when the deal was struck.
I remember the magic I experienced with slow unfolding awareness of the wonder and elegance of classical books; Austin, Bronte, Barrie, Scott. Where had they been? Where had I been?
What a world books are. I still have my collection of library cards from ever city, state, or town I ever lived in. I haven't traveled far or accomplished much, all know is what I've read in books.
The best apple pies ever.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Snow on the Mountains
The sound is covered in wispy steamy fog, but Mukilteo, Whidbey Island, and The Olympic Mountains are all soaring above the fog and glistening in the pale sunshine. It is beautiful and mild. I hope you are safe, warm, and snow and ice free.
I had a small karmic lesson in attachment today. I went to work and my little Valentine sack that was setting on my desk for colleagues to put goodies in was stolen. I was surprised at how disappointed I felt that my little bag of goodies was gone. Ain't life amazing.
I don't know whodunit, but I'm guessing it's the butler.
Happy February to you all.
I had a small karmic lesson in attachment today. I went to work and my little Valentine sack that was setting on my desk for colleagues to put goodies in was stolen. I was surprised at how disappointed I felt that my little bag of goodies was gone. Ain't life amazing.
I don't know whodunit, but I'm guessing it's the butler.
Happy February to you all.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Happiness Continued
Happiness is: Praying, Blogging, Walking, Talking, Singing, Dancing, Drawing.
Happiness is Beautiful...
Happiness is sisters going home.
Sisters being home.
Feathers.
Snow on the mountains.
Clean laundry.
Happiness is getting the damn doctor appointment over with. He told me I was a health risk. Do you think? He said I was behind in my maintenance care. Do you think? He said I was getting older. Do you think? Duh!
So here is the six month "get sorted" goal/plan: I solemnly promise to get a --
Colonoscopy (like you needed to know that)
Physical
Complete blood workup: A1C hemoglobin?
Microalbumin?
Renal Panel?
Dexascan (bones, I think)
Eye exam (diabetes)
Mammogram
Foot exam (diabetes)
Happiness is a plan.
Happiness is a fantastic new recipe from a fantastic daughter-in-law: Only Stephanie would find and make this recipe. It is from cooking light and worth the work. She sent me home, after my playdate with Connor, with a kiss, book, chicken, cheese, Tupperware, recipe, and an admonishment to quit smoking.
Happiness is a daughter-in-law.
Braised Root Vegetables and Chicken Thighs
1/4 C flour
8 chicken thighs (about 2 lbs, skinned)
5 teaspoons olive oil, divided
2 C chopped onion
2 C cubed (3/4 inch) peeled rutabaga
2 C cubed (3/4 inch) peeled turnips (about 1 lb) (sorry Jane)
2 C cubed (3/4 inch) peeled butternut squash
1 C sliced (1/4 inch thick) parsnip
1 clove garlic minced
1/2 C fat free, less-sodium chicken broth
1 tsp thyme
1 tsp rubbed sage, what is rubbed sage?
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
1 bay leaf
Dredge chicken in flour
Saute in 1 Tbs oil 5 min, turning once
Remove and keep warm
Add 2 tsp oil and saute onion about three minutes
Add remaining vegetables and saute five minutes longer
Stir in broth and next five ingredients
Nestle chicken into vegetable mixture
Bring to boil
Cover, reduce heat and simmer 20 minutes
Remove cover and cook bit longer to thicken
Absolutely fantastic.
Happiness is what ever, when ever, how ever you make it.
Happiness is Beautiful...
Happiness is sisters going home.
Sisters being home.
Feathers.
Snow on the mountains.
Clean laundry.
Happiness is getting the damn doctor appointment over with. He told me I was a health risk. Do you think? He said I was behind in my maintenance care. Do you think? He said I was getting older. Do you think? Duh!
So here is the six month "get sorted" goal/plan: I solemnly promise to get a --
Colonoscopy (like you needed to know that)
Physical
Complete blood workup: A1C hemoglobin?
Microalbumin?
Renal Panel?
Dexascan (bones, I think)
Eye exam (diabetes)
Mammogram
Foot exam (diabetes)
Happiness is a plan.
Happiness is a fantastic new recipe from a fantastic daughter-in-law: Only Stephanie would find and make this recipe. It is from cooking light and worth the work. She sent me home, after my playdate with Connor, with a kiss, book, chicken, cheese, Tupperware, recipe, and an admonishment to quit smoking.
Happiness is a daughter-in-law.
Braised Root Vegetables and Chicken Thighs
1/4 C flour
8 chicken thighs (about 2 lbs, skinned)
5 teaspoons olive oil, divided
2 C chopped onion
2 C cubed (3/4 inch) peeled rutabaga
2 C cubed (3/4 inch) peeled turnips (about 1 lb) (sorry Jane)
2 C cubed (3/4 inch) peeled butternut squash
1 C sliced (1/4 inch thick) parsnip
1 clove garlic minced
1/2 C fat free, less-sodium chicken broth
1 tsp thyme
1 tsp rubbed sage, what is rubbed sage?
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
1 bay leaf
Dredge chicken in flour
Saute in 1 Tbs oil 5 min, turning once
Remove and keep warm
Add 2 tsp oil and saute onion about three minutes
Add remaining vegetables and saute five minutes longer
Stir in broth and next five ingredients
Nestle chicken into vegetable mixture
Bring to boil
Cover, reduce heat and simmer 20 minutes
Remove cover and cook bit longer to thicken
Absolutely fantastic.
Happiness is what ever, when ever, how ever you make it.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Happiness Is:
Remember how much mother loved the Love Is cartoons. I think she collected all of them over the years, relating and laughing and sighing. Well, in the Spirit of Maxine, Happiness Is:
Grandsons smiling when you walk into their day care. Sisters.
The luxurious feel of Roger's new made from scratch office table.
Ian driving me to the store and hauling in and putting away all the Tuesday groceries.
Book club.
A three birthday book club with red velvet cupcakes, fancy cheeses, crackers, and chocolate bars. Happy birthday Mary, Lynn, and Sandy. Happiness is Mary planning an Oscar watch party with ballots and fancy dress. Happiness is Lynn completing her forty days of spiritual meditations. Sandy scoring Olympic tickets for a hockey game in Vancouver. Kathleen sharing troubles.
Happiness is all the big and little things that sift between all the dreadful things that continue to invade our lives. Happiness is blueberry muffins. New shoes. A really good movie. A great book. A silly cartoon. Health. A full tank of gas when you need it. A glimpse of the splendor of the mountains or prairie when you need it.
Happiness is anticipating a whale watching weekend with family. Happiness is family. Happiness is family even when they are toting hoses and walkers and cpap machines. Happiness is spotting whales. A bottle of semi-good wine. A fabulous shampoo whether it be from Trader Joe's or LUSH.
Happiness is winning or losing with grace. Experiencing fortitude, tenacity, being safe out of a storm. Hearty soup. Squash. Valentine weekends away from the kiddos. The kiddos. The cousins. The colleagues. The friends. Work. Pleasure. A pretty good life. A good death, thank you mother for that one.
And did I mention grandsons smiling when you go to pick them up at the day care center.
In the Spirit of Maxine, happiness is all the tiny points of light in our lives. Thank you mother, thank you life, and thank you for being a not so tiny point of light in my life.
Grandsons smiling when you walk into their day care. Sisters.
The luxurious feel of Roger's new made from scratch office table.
Ian driving me to the store and hauling in and putting away all the Tuesday groceries.
Book club.
A three birthday book club with red velvet cupcakes, fancy cheeses, crackers, and chocolate bars. Happy birthday Mary, Lynn, and Sandy. Happiness is Mary planning an Oscar watch party with ballots and fancy dress. Happiness is Lynn completing her forty days of spiritual meditations. Sandy scoring Olympic tickets for a hockey game in Vancouver. Kathleen sharing troubles.
Happiness is all the big and little things that sift between all the dreadful things that continue to invade our lives. Happiness is blueberry muffins. New shoes. A really good movie. A great book. A silly cartoon. Health. A full tank of gas when you need it. A glimpse of the splendor of the mountains or prairie when you need it.
Happiness is anticipating a whale watching weekend with family. Happiness is family. Happiness is family even when they are toting hoses and walkers and cpap machines. Happiness is spotting whales. A bottle of semi-good wine. A fabulous shampoo whether it be from Trader Joe's or LUSH.
Happiness is winning or losing with grace. Experiencing fortitude, tenacity, being safe out of a storm. Hearty soup. Squash. Valentine weekends away from the kiddos. The kiddos. The cousins. The colleagues. The friends. Work. Pleasure. A pretty good life. A good death, thank you mother for that one.
And did I mention grandsons smiling when you go to pick them up at the day care center.
In the Spirit of Maxine, happiness is all the tiny points of light in our lives. Thank you mother, thank you life, and thank you for being a not so tiny point of light in my life.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tales from the Taylors'
The Twisted Sisters are due to be discharged from The Taylor Home for Wayward Sisters by 9:00 am CST Friday February 12, 2010.
Sister Jean to return home with some home care and some long distance care. She has retired her walker in favor of a cane. She looks good and feels good.
Sister Janice to return home with her traveling companion Art, her numerous oxygen machines, hoses, batteries and miscellaneous other stuff. She will be hooked to oxygen on the plane. She looks good and feels good.
At that time The Taylor Home for Wayward Sisters, will close its doors.
But, However, Then ...................
Will reopen as The Granny and Grandpa Home for Grandchildren Whose Parents Have Abandoned Them to Spend a Weekend Alone at Greenleaf.
We will get Hannah and Blaine after school on Friday and will have a delightful weekend together. Trading twisted sisters for GRANDKIDS, life is good.
But, However, Then ..................
After 6:00am CST Monday February 15, 2010, you will need to call the CIA, FBI, Highway Patrol or other local, state or federal agencies to find our butt.
Brother Joe is still experiencing difficulties and there is no significant improvement. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers.
Lov Ya
Jerry & Jane
Friday, February 5, 2010
Check It Out
Talk about speedy results: AM request, PM results.
Check it out: http://www.co.san-juan.wa.us/Parks/sanjuan.aspx
I'll try for campsite #19 or #20 first, then #'s 6, 7, or 13 in no particular order. It's $25.00 per 4 adults/1 vehicle accommodating up to 8 adults/2 vehicles with additional wee fees.
Will you be a kayaking with the whales or manning a forward observation post with me? Will you be hiking with Kathy or manning a forward observation post with me? Will you be photographing with Mike or manning a forward observation post with me?
Let me tell you, the last time Kathy and I were there, between the wine bottles, I always spotted the whales first. I'm very good at manning a forward observation post.
Kathy's plans aren't firm yet. The photographer Mike was with in Alaska is doing a three day Washington tour, so Mike's plan was to drop Kathy off at my door and then meet up for kayaking with the whales. She asked what I was doing on June 10th and that's all I know. I haven't talked to Roger yet to see if he is still available for tour-guiding Kathy into the wild Haro Straight for kayaking, I hope he can make it.
Life today includes magnificent Olympic Mountains, a cool breeze off Possession Sound, a semi-edible Baltimore Peach Cake, cleaning toilets for a small get together tomorrow, reading, I haven't finished Zorro yet and book club is Wednesday, laundry...
...and a phone call to Roger, SURPRISE, you have plans for mid-June.
Check it out: http://www.co.san-juan.wa.us/Parks/sanjuan.aspx
I'll try for campsite #19 or #20 first, then #'s 6, 7, or 13 in no particular order. It's $25.00 per 4 adults/1 vehicle accommodating up to 8 adults/2 vehicles with additional wee fees.
Will you be a kayaking with the whales or manning a forward observation post with me? Will you be hiking with Kathy or manning a forward observation post with me? Will you be photographing with Mike or manning a forward observation post with me?
Let me tell you, the last time Kathy and I were there, between the wine bottles, I always spotted the whales first. I'm very good at manning a forward observation post.
Kathy's plans aren't firm yet. The photographer Mike was with in Alaska is doing a three day Washington tour, so Mike's plan was to drop Kathy off at my door and then meet up for kayaking with the whales. She asked what I was doing on June 10th and that's all I know. I haven't talked to Roger yet to see if he is still available for tour-guiding Kathy into the wild Haro Straight for kayaking, I hope he can make it.
Life today includes magnificent Olympic Mountains, a cool breeze off Possession Sound, a semi-edible Baltimore Peach Cake, cleaning toilets for a small get together tomorrow, reading, I haven't finished Zorro yet and book club is Wednesday, laundry...
...and a phone call to Roger, SURPRISE, you have plans for mid-June.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
You Are Invited
Jan's having a party: Kathy will be kayaking with the whales sometime mid-June.
You are invited.
I'll scrabble, hard, for a San Juan Island County Park cliffside epic view camp site. Whale watching here we come. The competition for the camp sites is fierce, you can only reserve up to 90 days ahead after the local residents get first dibs. Oh, sorry Kathy, did you intend to reserve at The Haro Hotel? I just assumed it would be cliffside camping.
It could be a reunion of sorts: Nora could do the spa, Julia could birdwatch, Jerry and Jane could read and rest after all their winter medical drama, I know Jeff will be in the UK, but Jean could try out her new knee, Janice could breath, Art could walk, rest, visit, play, sight see, and whale watch.
There are lots of accommodations on San Juan Island from Friday Harbor to Roche Harbor, every thing from cheap-o motels to elegant condo's.
I'll get another Lavender giftie: hee-hee. It is a time honored tradition now.
Besides being able to publish invitations to the family, another fun thing about blogging is trolling for interesting quotes from Lynn's Blogg. Here are a few I have collected lately.
Love and hope to see you in June...
“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” - Albert Einstein
"It's not that I'm so smart, it's just that I stay with problems longer." - Albert Einstein
"One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating." - Luciano Pavarotti
You are invited.
I'll scrabble, hard, for a San Juan Island County Park cliffside epic view camp site. Whale watching here we come. The competition for the camp sites is fierce, you can only reserve up to 90 days ahead after the local residents get first dibs. Oh, sorry Kathy, did you intend to reserve at The Haro Hotel? I just assumed it would be cliffside camping.
It could be a reunion of sorts: Nora could do the spa, Julia could birdwatch, Jerry and Jane could read and rest after all their winter medical drama, I know Jeff will be in the UK, but Jean could try out her new knee, Janice could breath, Art could walk, rest, visit, play, sight see, and whale watch.
There are lots of accommodations on San Juan Island from Friday Harbor to Roche Harbor, every thing from cheap-o motels to elegant condo's.
I'll get another Lavender giftie: hee-hee. It is a time honored tradition now.
Besides being able to publish invitations to the family, another fun thing about blogging is trolling for interesting quotes from Lynn's Blogg. Here are a few I have collected lately.
Love and hope to see you in June...
“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” - Albert Einstein
"It's not that I'm so smart, it's just that I stay with problems longer." - Albert Einstein
"One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating." - Luciano Pavarotti
Monday, February 1, 2010
Mother would laugh, Dad would grumble and do something
Jerry and Jane are having a party, the only hitch is you have to get sick to go.
Jerry says he has a Home for Wayward Sisters.
Jerry just thought he wanted to have a quiet week reading.
Jane just thought she wanted to retire from nursing.
Janice just thought she would take care of Jean.
Jean just thought the worst was over.
Then the ice storm hit.
It is still slick in OK with more storms on the way. Jerry finally has most of Jean's paraphernalia moved to their house. Janice is out of the hospital with her paraphernalia and installed at Jerry and Jane's along with Jean and her paraphernalia. Janice had/has congestive heart failure brought on by COPD. I hope I have that right. Jane is still running to the pharmacy for all pharmaceutical needs. I don't know who is doing the cooking. Jean said the cats are going nuts with all the medical stuff strewn around; oxygen hoses, walkers, bath benches. Nobody lost power. Amber has been sliding into work. Kansas wasn't hit. School has been out.
Seattle is fine.
Jean are you doing your exercises?
Everyone is on the mend, even good news about Joe Elliott, he is responding and being moved to a new facility. Let the celebration begin.
Like I said, Mother would laugh and probably make some jelly rolls and enjoy the fun, beauty, good news, and party. Dad would sigh and grumble and make sure there were chains for the tires, firewood for the fireplace, a fully functioning water pump, and wonder if Jerry could handle it all. Ain't life grand.
Jerry says he has a Home for Wayward Sisters.
Jerry just thought he wanted to have a quiet week reading.
Jane just thought she wanted to retire from nursing.
Janice just thought she would take care of Jean.
Jean just thought the worst was over.
Then the ice storm hit.
It is still slick in OK with more storms on the way. Jerry finally has most of Jean's paraphernalia moved to their house. Janice is out of the hospital with her paraphernalia and installed at Jerry and Jane's along with Jean and her paraphernalia. Janice had/has congestive heart failure brought on by COPD. I hope I have that right. Jane is still running to the pharmacy for all pharmaceutical needs. I don't know who is doing the cooking. Jean said the cats are going nuts with all the medical stuff strewn around; oxygen hoses, walkers, bath benches. Nobody lost power. Amber has been sliding into work. Kansas wasn't hit. School has been out.
Seattle is fine.
Jean are you doing your exercises?
Everyone is on the mend, even good news about Joe Elliott, he is responding and being moved to a new facility. Let the celebration begin.
Like I said, Mother would laugh and probably make some jelly rolls and enjoy the fun, beauty, good news, and party. Dad would sigh and grumble and make sure there were chains for the tires, firewood for the fireplace, a fully functioning water pump, and wonder if Jerry could handle it all. Ain't life grand.
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