Daughter Lisa called last night. Seems Mom fell after getting out of the car and cut her hand and landed on her knees. Not too big a deal unless you know she has two knee replacements (one for each side) and is on a blood thinner for heart trouble. Dad can't help her up cause he had surgery on his hand, and goes looking for Lisa. This could be disastrous, as Dad likes to trip on a blade of grass. Lisa was asleep and had to get moving quickly to help. Lisa never moves quickly after getting woke up. She needs time to vegetate. Some relation to Richard. She gets Mom up and in the house, and calls me. Mom's hand bleeds, the knees turn black and blue and everything is swollen. So I call Mom and she comes clean about the falling. Richard asked her how high she bounced and if there was a dent in the ground where she landed. (My mother is not a small woman) We make arrangements for me to meet them at the pulmonalogist (?) office this morning. When I see her ouchies, it makes me cringe. I remind her that the blood thinner could cause her some problems, and to please call her primary care when they get home. Well, here is where the fun started. Her appt. was for 9:30, saw dr. at 10:30, got out after visit and recommendations at 11:30, went for chest x-ray at 11:45, and got to go eat after 1:15, the x-ray itself only took about 1 minute. Everywhere it was hurry up and wait. So, we decided to go to IHOP just down the road from St. Al's. Mom and Dad get inside, I finish a phone call to Rich, head in, and damned if I don't trip on thin air and fall in the parking lot. Skinned up my left elbow, left knee (my good one) and both hands. Luckily I didn't hit the curb with my face or head, just my shoulder, and skinned my cell phone. This was witnessed by an older couple who heard me turn the air blue. He left and she offered to help me up. I didn't bounce either or dent the concrete. Thank you West Nile. So Mom turns the tables on me about falling. I told her I really had no intention of literally following in her footsteps. I go clean up and we have lunch. On the way home, I am telling Rich what happened as I am driving. He asked if I could drive okay, then asked if I was sitting down and had my seat belt on so I wouldn't fall out of the seat. HA HA HA. very funny. If I knew when these things were going to happen, I could prepare for them, you know, padding, avoiding altogether. But tripping on air appears to be unforeseeable, at least for me. Of course, I'm blind as a bat.
C
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Life resumes after hunting.
Richard got back from hunting...twice. Left on a Friday, came home on Tuesday, left again early Wednesday morning, home again on Thursday. No Elk. I was just getting used to doing the chores by myself. Stuff like feeding the dogs breakfast on time, getting them outside, getting ready for a class that ultimately gets canceled, you know.
Got to sit in at the last sewer board meeting for Rich. Still fighting an uphill battle. Trying to get approval to fix stuff, sell other stuff (fencing and posts), explain again why we can't it do "like we used to." We have one member that is stuck in the past. Checking had to change, he didn't like that. New laws for going into the sump, he doesn't like that. Having a person other than him in charge, he for sure doesn't like that. "When I was doing it" comes out every other sentence. He won't accept the correct answer, when you can get it in there.
The board doesn't want to have any conflict of interest, but it seems I get to do a lot of research for them. I can't do much legally because of Richard's position, but they sure don't hesitate to ask me look things up anyway. I guess that is what it feels like to be needed. I am learning to just present my findings, and maybe an opinion. Then it is up to the board. Of course, Rich hears it all first, and we discuss all the options. Then he is ready for the meetings. Sometimes, it takes all month to get the right info. I enjoy it anyway.
Next week, Richard gets to work on the sump again. The week after is when he starts all the medical stuff. I'll let him expound on that subject.
I still have some problems left from West Nile Virus. I am getting better at recognizing the symptoms and knowing when I will have "one of those days." Richard helps me deal with it on a daily basis. We have figured out that if I can play cribbage, then the day should be good. There are days when common sense enters the picture, and I stay home, or Rich drives everywhere. It's a good thing I don't have a "life".
Later. Cathy
Got to sit in at the last sewer board meeting for Rich. Still fighting an uphill battle. Trying to get approval to fix stuff, sell other stuff (fencing and posts), explain again why we can't it do "like we used to." We have one member that is stuck in the past. Checking had to change, he didn't like that. New laws for going into the sump, he doesn't like that. Having a person other than him in charge, he for sure doesn't like that. "When I was doing it" comes out every other sentence. He won't accept the correct answer, when you can get it in there.
The board doesn't want to have any conflict of interest, but it seems I get to do a lot of research for them. I can't do much legally because of Richard's position, but they sure don't hesitate to ask me look things up anyway. I guess that is what it feels like to be needed. I am learning to just present my findings, and maybe an opinion. Then it is up to the board. Of course, Rich hears it all first, and we discuss all the options. Then he is ready for the meetings. Sometimes, it takes all month to get the right info. I enjoy it anyway.
Next week, Richard gets to work on the sump again. The week after is when he starts all the medical stuff. I'll let him expound on that subject.
I still have some problems left from West Nile Virus. I am getting better at recognizing the symptoms and knowing when I will have "one of those days." Richard helps me deal with it on a daily basis. We have figured out that if I can play cribbage, then the day should be good. There are days when common sense enters the picture, and I stay home, or Rich drives everywhere. It's a good thing I don't have a "life".
Later. Cathy
Saturday, October 2, 2010
More burn out tales
We went to mom and dad's on Saturday after the fire. I had packed some stuff in case I decided to stay. I did. Richard and Lucy went home without me. Mom and Dad were exhausted after all the hoopla, so tried to help. On Sunday, we made a list of lost items, besides the coach. Totaled over 5K but they were allowed only $3500, so had to do some paring and consolidating. Dad wanted every little item listed. Can do, Dad. Listed kitchen stuff, linens and bath, and then the bigger stuff.
This all may seem quick, but my father has to do things as he thinks of them, kinda like ADHD. I knew Rob got it from somewhere! Anyway, back to the story. Just to keep the peace, I took Dad around on Sunday and Monday to get his paperwork he wanted. The Friday of the fire, he got Mom's C-Pap machine replaced. NORCO loaned her one until they got another in. The new one came in on Thursday, she didn't like it and it didn't work well. Replaced it. So far so good.
On Sunday after the fire, we all went to Boise to do shopping for some essentials. Had lunch at the Olive Garden. We met Heather and the girls there. Dad was the odd man out. The only man. I had asked my brother Scott to babysit Dad, he couldn't. Then we all realized we needed Dad as he had the money cards. All Mom's burned up. Got wheelchairs for Mom and Dad, and went to the mall after lunch. Mom, Heather and I went to Macys, Lacey and Whitnee took Dad and went to Sears. Found what they were looking for, wore out mom and dad and went home.
Mom got up Monday morning and got started. If she doesn't have someone working with her, she tires easily. New drivers license in the late morning, new base ID in the afternoon. That was the end of her energy. Tuesday, we got moving by 10 to go to Boise for a new SSA card and Medicare. Visited with Mom's sister, Glenda, then went home. That was the end of that day.
Dad and I went to Wally World for some basics. He got Mom a phone, she didn't want it. New lotion, wrong stuff. And so it goes. They got replaced on the news by bigger stories, but still receive calls of condolences. Of Course, Dad had to tell everyone he saw and spoke to about the fire.
I am finally home, and enjoying it. I love my parents dearly, and would do anything to help them. I just need the weekend off please. Thankyou.
Richard worked on the pump system for the sewer district yesterday afternoon. When done, we took the rented ladder back, then stopped at RoeAnns. His cell rings, the alarm is going off at the pump station. Ate our food, headed back to the burb and fixed the pumps again. More coming later when they can replace one pump. The shit never stops around here. (get it?)
Richard is also getting ready for his vacation (hunting trip). Going food shopping today for supplies etc. Hope the trip is successful.
Hope all is well for everyone.
CB
This all may seem quick, but my father has to do things as he thinks of them, kinda like ADHD. I knew Rob got it from somewhere! Anyway, back to the story. Just to keep the peace, I took Dad around on Sunday and Monday to get his paperwork he wanted. The Friday of the fire, he got Mom's C-Pap machine replaced. NORCO loaned her one until they got another in. The new one came in on Thursday, she didn't like it and it didn't work well. Replaced it. So far so good.
On Sunday after the fire, we all went to Boise to do shopping for some essentials. Had lunch at the Olive Garden. We met Heather and the girls there. Dad was the odd man out. The only man. I had asked my brother Scott to babysit Dad, he couldn't. Then we all realized we needed Dad as he had the money cards. All Mom's burned up. Got wheelchairs for Mom and Dad, and went to the mall after lunch. Mom, Heather and I went to Macys, Lacey and Whitnee took Dad and went to Sears. Found what they were looking for, wore out mom and dad and went home.
Mom got up Monday morning and got started. If she doesn't have someone working with her, she tires easily. New drivers license in the late morning, new base ID in the afternoon. That was the end of her energy. Tuesday, we got moving by 10 to go to Boise for a new SSA card and Medicare. Visited with Mom's sister, Glenda, then went home. That was the end of that day.
Dad and I went to Wally World for some basics. He got Mom a phone, she didn't want it. New lotion, wrong stuff. And so it goes. They got replaced on the news by bigger stories, but still receive calls of condolences. Of Course, Dad had to tell everyone he saw and spoke to about the fire.
I am finally home, and enjoying it. I love my parents dearly, and would do anything to help them. I just need the weekend off please. Thankyou.
Richard worked on the pump system for the sewer district yesterday afternoon. When done, we took the rented ladder back, then stopped at RoeAnns. His cell rings, the alarm is going off at the pump station. Ate our food, headed back to the burb and fixed the pumps again. More coming later when they can replace one pump. The shit never stops around here. (get it?)
Richard is also getting ready for his vacation (hunting trip). Going food shopping today for supplies etc. Hope the trip is successful.
Hope all is well for everyone.
CB
Friday, September 24, 2010
Toasted Motor Home
This is what happens when motor homes go bad. It gets reported on the news, stops traffic, and burns the sagebrush for 450 acres +.Actually, this is my mom and dad's motor home today at 12:30. They were in a group going camping, the one in front pulled over, dad pulled over, the people behind came and got them out, then BOOM!! It blew up! Mom had heard something funny and commented to dad about it. Nobody knows what started the fire. Smoke from back while moving, and when they stopped, it filled the inside. My mom was more upset about losing all the food they had fixed for the next 4 days. Peaches and tomatoes, and Arby sandwiches. We will be going over early to see how they are for real, shock and all that neat stuff. Mom has been making a list of what they lost. Basics like toothbrushes, hair brush, pillows, her C-Pap machine, purse with keys and IDs and money and credit cards. Lisa says she goes back and forth from laughing to crying. At least Dad won't be driving any more big rigs, so there is that silver lining.
We were getting ready to go to Gale's for dinner, stopped at the Letha Store and found out that yesterday, the garbage truck caught on fire. Seems someone put hot stuff in their trash, it got picked up, and presto: fired up garbage truck.
What is this world coming to?
That is the latest. Later
Cathy and Richard
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Messenger Index does it again
In our paper box this morning, we found a new home town phone book put out by the local paper. This would be a nice thing, if they did it right. The first thing everybody in the world does when they get a new phone book, is check their own listing. Whether for spelling or the correct number, or address. So we opened the new book, and low and behold--WE ARE NOT IN THERE!
We start looking for other names from the Letha area. NOT IN THERE!! This is the 2nd time we have been excluded. Who ever does the proofreading of the book does not do their entire job. Called nicely last time, and the front desk says,"When you have an out of area number, it won't be in our book, or a number that is not Qwest." Since when is Letha an "out of area" and we do have Qwest? We replied that our address is actually an Emmet address, the first three digits of the phone number are 365 like most everybody else around here. On the front cover of the book is the headline "Serving Gem County, Sweet, Ola, Montour, and Letha". So, Mr. Tact (Richard) calls and tells the front desk he wants to speak to whoever is responsible. "Voice Mail?" "No, I want to chew her out in person." How many think that she will call back? Not me. I guess we will see.
C
We start looking for other names from the Letha area. NOT IN THERE!! This is the 2nd time we have been excluded. Who ever does the proofreading of the book does not do their entire job. Called nicely last time, and the front desk says,"When you have an out of area number, it won't be in our book, or a number that is not Qwest." Since when is Letha an "out of area" and we do have Qwest? We replied that our address is actually an Emmet address, the first three digits of the phone number are 365 like most everybody else around here. On the front cover of the book is the headline "Serving Gem County, Sweet, Ola, Montour, and Letha". So, Mr. Tact (Richard) calls and tells the front desk he wants to speak to whoever is responsible. "Voice Mail?" "No, I want to chew her out in person." How many think that she will call back? Not me. I guess we will see.
C
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Just Fuzz
Gale's first Beer,triggered what comes next. I was stationed in New Port on the USS Hawkins DD 873 as a mess cook with week end liberty. So,off to town I go to meet up with fellow mess cooks at a watering hole where someone who was 21 sneaked in a bottle of vodka, we all ordered cokes and started passing the bottle under the table the cokes just got clearer and clearer, it turned out to be a real short night. I was told the next day that I was crawling around on the floor try to look up some gals dress. The Shore Patrol showed up and I got a free ride back to the ship. I came to in my rack with nothing on but a smile. Not to mention a Huge hangover with an urge to pee. Crawled out and went up to the head. Sitting on the throne and saw this bucket with someones blues soaking in water. I reached and grabbed the blues to see whose name was on the tag, dam they was mine.
The ship pulled into Key west and over the PA system the word was passed that a softball game and cookout was being offered behind the Chiefs club. Steaks, Burgers, tons of Beer and the game was on, It should have been on tape, don't try running bases with and open beer it's like a foam explosion and you are out of beer before you get to third, if you get to third. Two more sloppy outs and it's our turn in the field. Beer in each pocket and burger in my mitt, I was on second. There's no safe places to put beer or burger and try to keep an eye on the ball.I don't remember the end of the game. But I do remember waking up in the the Motor whale Boat and the Ship was underway. OH shit!!! I then went down to the shop where I worked and in the door I went, every one turned and looked at me like I was from another planet. Where the hell have you been? We wrote you up for missing ships movement.
There are hundreds if not thousands more little stories,but the fog is a little thick. Except for this one. The USS Roark FF 1053 was in Subic and we had a ships party you know dancing girls and the whole shitteree, well things got very drunk out. The party started losing steam, so it was time to head for town. About a dozen of us jumped on a jitney headed for any open bar that would have us. There's one thing about Subic I don't think anyone has ever drank it dry, but that was our goal. After several attempts I stumbled outside and found this power pole that was falling over and I was holding it up. I don't know how long I had been there , I heard this , are you all right? I looked up and it was Phil , shit where did you come from, you look drunk, where's your ship? Come on let's get you back to your boat, You can't wander around like this, you might fall in shit river or worse. So I got him back on base, with no problems, off down the street we stumbled, looking for Phil's boat, as thing's worked out we found mine first. I guess Phil got back to his boat OK, I went to bed.
Well thanks Gale for the Beer induced memories, Royce could tell a few as well.
later
RB
The ship pulled into Key west and over the PA system the word was passed that a softball game and cookout was being offered behind the Chiefs club. Steaks, Burgers, tons of Beer and the game was on, It should have been on tape, don't try running bases with and open beer it's like a foam explosion and you are out of beer before you get to third, if you get to third. Two more sloppy outs and it's our turn in the field. Beer in each pocket and burger in my mitt, I was on second. There's no safe places to put beer or burger and try to keep an eye on the ball.I don't remember the end of the game. But I do remember waking up in the the Motor whale Boat and the Ship was underway. OH shit!!! I then went down to the shop where I worked and in the door I went, every one turned and looked at me like I was from another planet. Where the hell have you been? We wrote you up for missing ships movement.
There are hundreds if not thousands more little stories,but the fog is a little thick. Except for this one. The USS Roark FF 1053 was in Subic and we had a ships party you know dancing girls and the whole shitteree, well things got very drunk out. The party started losing steam, so it was time to head for town. About a dozen of us jumped on a jitney headed for any open bar that would have us. There's one thing about Subic I don't think anyone has ever drank it dry, but that was our goal. After several attempts I stumbled outside and found this power pole that was falling over and I was holding it up. I don't know how long I had been there , I heard this , are you all right? I looked up and it was Phil , shit where did you come from, you look drunk, where's your ship? Come on let's get you back to your boat, You can't wander around like this, you might fall in shit river or worse. So I got him back on base, with no problems, off down the street we stumbled, looking for Phil's boat, as thing's worked out we found mine first. I guess Phil got back to his boat OK, I went to bed.
Well thanks Gale for the Beer induced memories, Royce could tell a few as well.
later
RB
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Playing with the Goldfish
On the top of this blog is the goldfish tank. We have discovered that if you put the arrow/cursor in the tank, they follow, Not only that, but if you click on the fish tank, little red dot thingies appear and the fish go after them.Must be web fish food. Rich spent time just playing with the fish. If they were real they would be really fat or dead from over feeding them. Ain't life grand?
We have been busy doing what seems to be nothing. Watched the game in bits and pieces. Watched the races without commercials as we record them first.
Been exercising daily. Rich looks really good!!! As for me, let's change the subject.
Rich has been working on getting the district running on full. Got new electrical box, added stuff to box, inspection, more stuff to box, need another inspection. Seems to go that way. Never done entirely correct the first time. Got our EIN for the district. Working on getting a non-profit status from the IRS. Looking at bids for the test required by DEQ next year. Curley just called, broke down at Tom's Cabin. Rich to the rescue! Phone rings again. Now he is taking Curley home. Don't know why. Will find out later.
Lacey is in school at Emmett High (Junior!!!). She is staying with Dirk's sister, Lori, and her family. I guess she is doing ok. When I speak to her on the phone, I get one word answers. Hard to carry a conversation that way.
Dog alert. Outside time. Later. Cathy
We have been busy doing what seems to be nothing. Watched the game in bits and pieces. Watched the races without commercials as we record them first.
Been exercising daily. Rich looks really good!!! As for me, let's change the subject.
Rich has been working on getting the district running on full. Got new electrical box, added stuff to box, inspection, more stuff to box, need another inspection. Seems to go that way. Never done entirely correct the first time. Got our EIN for the district. Working on getting a non-profit status from the IRS. Looking at bids for the test required by DEQ next year. Curley just called, broke down at Tom's Cabin. Rich to the rescue! Phone rings again. Now he is taking Curley home. Don't know why. Will find out later.
Lacey is in school at Emmett High (Junior!!!). She is staying with Dirk's sister, Lori, and her family. I guess she is doing ok. When I speak to her on the phone, I get one word answers. Hard to carry a conversation that way.
Dog alert. Outside time. Later. Cathy
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