Saturday, September 13, 2014


I wish people would stop dropping unwanted animals near our house. This little thing was up a tree over the deck and I finally got him/her down. He lapped up the leftover milk from my cereal bowl and I couldn't stand for him to be hungry, so I fed him, knowing he could not stay here. This was yesterday. This morning, I helped him on with his journey, having fed him and taking a can of food with us, I let him out down the road. He flew off into the woods. I hope he finds a good home. 

Leaves from the walnut trees have been covering the deck for some time. Now they're beginning to turn yellow. It's been a dry August. There was some rain Thursday night.

 Dogwood berries.

Lorapetalum. One of them just completely died and hasn't been cut down yet. They were so puny from last winter, I don't know if they'll survive another one.

Sedum. The mums in the background are ones I won as the door prize at our first club meeting Thursday night.

Paul's constant companion these days. Urology appointment the 23rd. I'm calling next week though (the clinic did with little success in getting a closer appointment), and see if there are any cancellations. Inactivity is about to get him I think. Hurts me to see him not getting to do things he likes to - coffee shop (though I think he'd take his buddy with him), yard mowing (which I won't let him do). He has napped a lot and watched football games.

Pears Tommy gave Aunt Ginny and she in turn shared with us. Someone at his office has them, and we had a few last year.

First 20th Century Club meeting was Thursday night.

Jo (Russell) was hostess. Fredda (McCune), Cindy (Whitfield) and Joy (Kitchens) have sandwiches, chips, fruit.

Sue King Kerby.

Jo - hostess and program - first of the year business items: reading of constitution and by-laws, club projects, donations, etc.

Left to right Sue, Maxine Wade, Cindy, Zenobia Oaks, Jo, Joy, Fredda, receiving new yearbooks. Jo and I worked on them - I edited the copy saved from 2012-14 with tremendous help from Jo who gets all the updates from Clubwoman and other MFWC sources.

Fredda could hardly wait to get her book.

She was either last in the stack or Jo knew how much she wanted it!

At last!

I love all these dear friends. We have a great time together and our little fund helps community efforts with donations and support. We missed Brenda who was out of town at Jim's uncle's funeral; and Ruth Ellen whose photography class met this night, and she lives in Eads, TN.

Tuesday, September 09, 2014


Paul bought a new truck the end of August and he hasn't had much drive time. The week after he got it, he got sick. (He is much better, BTW - we go tomorrow for him to get the cathether out.) This color is called "Sunset." I bought the tag for it and the clerk asked me to color and when I told her she said they don't have that in their systerm - only basic colors. So I said, "Red." It's different colors in different lights. Sometimes it can be brown, sometimes, maroon, sometimes almost orange.

Meanwhile, I struggle with this. I've watched a Youtube video a dozen times to figure out the posts and sashing. I got carried away with the inside sashing and have to remove some if it or it would be twice as wide (black strips) as is shown. After taking out and sewing in the right way, joining the blocks and rows, and seeing if posts would look alright with some kind of decorative stitch in the 2" blocks, I have to put on the border (same color as the rose). Teresa at Treasure Chest in Corinth will quilt it for me. She helped choose the back which is a light grass green floral design, same as the leaves and stems in the large blocks. And bind it for me. This turned out to be a lot more work than I expected, but I've learned a lot by doing it this way. If I ever want to sash one again maybe I'll remember how. Did I say I'm calling it Midnight in the Garden?

I brought our laptop to this room, as it isn't used a lot. Paul uses the iPad and I use the desktop or iPhone. So I have it set up next to the sewing machine to look up how to's on Youtube.

I didn't sleep well last night. By 11:30 I could tell it wasn't going to be a good night. Sometimes I think it is the cpap smothering me that makes my heart beat fast, but if I don't wear it, I smother... Through the night and some weird dreams I woke not gently, but with physical fright, don't know how to explain it - as if I'd been scared awake suddenly. Heart rate was up, either from waking suddenly or afib; I didn't want to take extra Flecainide, but finally I took the morning dose two hours early at 5:30, and slept somewhat better, with the cpap on. Oh, for the days when I could just go to bed and Go. To. Sleep. And sleep all night. The last really good night's sleep I had was two months ago after coming home from the ER when I had the afib so bad, and was full of phenergan and some other nausea medicine. I try not to think about it the next day and usually through the day I'm fine. I get tired. I seem to have more "skips" than I've had in a long time (PVCs). Premature ventricular contractions. But I try not to dwell on it. 

Sher sent me a goodie box (two in fact) of brochures, bookmarks, 2014 Library of Congress National Book Festival Poster. Like Christmas!
2014 07 16 10 22 331 The Library of Congress Releases 2014 National Book Festival Schedule

October 9-24, she has a trip planned to see her friend Lou in Venice, Italy, with side-trip to Paris and the Guernsey Islands. I don't get to go many places, but she always "takes me!"

Sunday, September 07, 2014


Paul has a UTI. Was really bad by the time we say the doctor the Tuesday after Labor Day weekend. We first thought it was a stomach virus because his stomach cramped so bad. But it didn't get better over the weekend and Tuesday we went, he got diagnosed and got antibiotics. Wednesday was really no better, gradually was in more and more pain. Back Thursday and the nurses put in a catheter. It immediately relieved his pain (he was in tears!) and drained 24 ounces off. His prostate is swollen and probably that's the culprit, what started the UTI. He has an appointment later this month with his urologist to follow up on the problem he had a couple of years ago. I'm sure that will be high on this list in light of this infection. He (we) go back Wednesday to get the catheter out, and I'm praying it doesn't recur. CT scan (previously scheduled follow-up) on the 15th, urologist on the 23rd. (My cardio appointment is the 25th.) 

Whoever said when you retire, you look at the calendar to see whose turn it is for a doctor's appointment, was right.

Tuesday, September 02, 2014


Lists don't always follow chronology of time. But here are a few things I've been doing.

Today I went with/took Paul to the clinic to see what his ailment is - he has a UTI. He got a liter of saline in the office, an injection of rocephin and the NP told him to come back by 4 this afternoon if he didn't pee by then. He did, though. He starts his oral med for the infection tomorrow. One weak kitty - has been sick since Saturday. He and Tommy were going to Starkville to MS State ballgame, but it hit him all of a sudden and he was down. Being a holiday yesterday, and being that he didn't want to go to the ER, I started calling the clinic at 8:00 this morning. They're not there till 8:30. I got a 9:15 appointment, though. 

I haven't read past posts, so I don't know if I showed my new sewing machine. But here it is, also the new sewing "nook" I redid for it in the front SW bedroom. I also bought a cart "in case" I carried the machine somewhere, like to a class... What was I thinking?  I can hardly pick up the cart! And it's on rollers! So I'm taking it back for store credit, hopefully, and possibly see about a sewing chair. So now, as I told Sher, I have a two-room studio suite with room for a guest. I cleaned out everything on the floor of that bedroom closet and organized all my sewing supplies. I gave my old Kenmore (37 years old) to Morgan. It was sad to see it go, but I'm excited to start actually learning how to use my new machine, the likes of which I've never had before! IF I ever went to a sewing class, I'd take my little Singer...

Yesterday was seven years since Mama died. Sometimes I want to talk to her so bad. She would be so happy we were back "home." 

 Cleaning up and organizing.

Who remembers Caboodles? I have two.

Needles and miscellaneous.

I think Mama made this, I'm not sure, but it was in her things.

Same Caboodle.

This good old Kenmore sewed a million miles of seams... Clothes, dolls, church banner (which I thoroughly blessed because it was so bulky, forgive me, Lord.), The case in front of the "wheels" have scissor point marks from a fit of frustration. I stabbed it about six or eight times. Poor thing. Metal. What was I thinking? Oh, yes, passing on to others; making room for something new. Loved it.

Cabbage Patch dolls were big in the day...

And despite the scissor marks and abundant frustration, it was a rainbow day when I finished a project. "Sew" many things on this machine. Hope Morgan enjoys it. She said she'd rather have an older machine - simpler. I still had its instruction book.

Now my sewing corner is set up and the "floor lamp" is my creation - Teri's plant stand, and a lamp that sat on top of the old machine cabinet. Good old incandescent light. The LED hurts my eyes.

Sauder cabinet I ordered from Amazon. Paul put it together; has lots of storage. It has a place for the machine on the middle bottom shelf, but I won't ever put it down there (because I can't being the main reason) unless someone stays in this room. Plan - "plan," mind you - to make a pretty cover for the machine. It does have a case.

Storage in the bottom of the closet. So many clothes in here need to be donated.

Making a little vignette. Always want it to look "nice." Building playhouse. Saw the photo of the woman with the sewing machine on her head on a FB quilting group page. It's a reminder to be grateful.  Mama's note to me about blocks she sent me to help her with Sher's quilt. Mama died seven years ago yesterday. 

Old GE iron; have to manually turn it off. That or reach over behind the machine every time to unplug the newer iron, which does turn itself off, but I don't trust it; and it hurts my back to bend over and unplug it. 

Sashing and cornerstones (which you can't see). Reminder to self: "Do not sew black on black, or use black, as the eyes ain't what they used to be." I'm sure this isn't good quilt fabric, but it's what I knew at the time and it's an experimental quilt - a learning quilt.

My stack of blocks to make look like the one above. Then I'll have to watch to Youtube video again to see how to square them and join them all. I'm spatially challenged.

Kept the Cabbage Patch, and my name.

An old wooden school desk brother Steve gave me. The round box is a cheese box from days when Arkansas Electric staff member... oh, what was his name!? ("Names are the first to go. I would argue with that, but that's high on the list of things to go) brought cheese to the office for Christmas. Forrest City would get 1/3, Augusta and Moro also 1/3's. Crackers, too. Good times. I lucked up and got this one and Paul stained and varnished it for me - a thread box.

Jo and I worked on the 2014-16 Yearbook for Twentieth Century Club and I got her the final corrected pages of the draft, which I think is going to be okay, this morning.

Emory (Jones), Glenda's husband, is out of CCU and in a step down room, may be there for two weeks, then hopefully to Iuka, either the hospital, or home. Had bladder surgery and complications. Paul and I went a couple of weeks ago one day and saw her and Sammy, her brother, who was there with her at the time. Brought back some memories, though Mama was in CCU or ICU for only one or two nights. Still...

Sher has about run her legs off doing things in DC and has now booked a flight/trip to see her friend Lou who is now in Italy, teaching at the American School. October. Sher is hardly ever still, but my goodness at the places she's seen and things she's done. She's always had a hunger to learn and is a sponge. I have, too, but I'm not as energetic or have the stamina she does!

So goodnight, sweet dreams and God bless you. I hope to "keep up;" I always hope that. But I eventually find my way back here.  God is good; I pray for grace to grow old without being too much of a crybaby. When things like Paul's UTI happen, I immediately think the worse, think of Glenda staying in CCU waiting area four weeks; think of things that Paul does here that I can't; think of Oscar and who would take care of him, especially with his temperament. I guess Amy... I hope Amy. Well, we can't make ourselves crazy and weird thinking about things that may never happen.

God bless our Nation. Give wisdom to our leaders, strength to our defenders, unity to our citizens, help us be more compassionate, not divisive, but remembering how and why this nation was established and on Whose Word it was built. 

Ben Carson, MD for President? 

OK, good night.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014


So much laughter. So much love. So much loss. 

Robin Williams