Wednesday, November 19, 2014


Sunday afternoon Paul and I went to our great niece's first birthday. Tuesday Sara-Grace is so sweet and cute... It was a cold, rainy afternoon, but it was so much fun seeing her with her. 

She can't let go of the ball! Doesn't get the concept yet.Cousin Tyler and Grandmommy trying to help.

Tyler is finding out the hard way that he's growing up!

Well, he did make it, sort of. And I think his boots on are the wrong feet. What kid doesn't do that! So cute.

Tuesday is trying to help or go for a ride. Steven, Tyler's dad, checking out the back.

"But I don't think we'll both fit!"

Guys figuring it out. Paul, Mike, Steven.

This is all mine?

Tyler helping blow out the candle.

I can really make this mess, Daddy?

Yummy cupcakes. Grandmommy baked the goodies.

Always in motion.

Give baby kiss!

She loved the bright pink, crinkly paper.

...and reading the cards. She actually looked at every one handed to her.

Granddaddy (Mike) and Tyler.

Boxes are always fun. Look at Tyler's beautiful curly hair!

Daddy's girl.

Grandmommy Marsha, Tyler, Heather, Tuesday, Ben.

Heather taped the tutu to the chair tray.

Sweet little family! Happy, Happy Birthday, Tuesday!

Wednesday, November 12, 2014


I went to Red Hats yesterday and had a good time. We all told a little about ourselves and since I had not been in a while, got to learn more about the sweet ladies in the group. Then I delivered pecans to David's office, went by the library, duh, it's closed (and thank you VETERANS for your service! and those now serving!) 

I have moved myself into my sewing room to see if I can sleep better. So far the last two nights I haven't much, except that it's so QUIET (no radio on). Oscar found me during the night last night and slept in the middle of the bed so I could hardly move around. All day today I've been chilled - not sure from what - I think the heat was too high last night - I got up sometime in the wee hours and it was on 72! We usually turn it down to 68 or even 67. My nose was itchy-scratchy on the right side this morning. A week or so ago, it gave me fits on the left side. I should use Flonase every day. I bought an air purifier - I have so much paper, ink, fabric in "my" two rooms, it's a wonder I can even see, much less runny nose.  The very things I love to do are running me out!

I came back here to look at a quilt pattern order which I haven't received, or didn't have sense enough to download, and emailed someone out there about it. Read Tara's blog and got caught up - didn't realize it had been so long! Over a year! But I thought she had quit, so I quit checking. (Maybe same thing happens here...)

Book club is tomorrow and I did finish The Reivers. It was good, and I can say I have read Faulkner. Also our club meeting is tomorrow night and I hope I feel like going. I've been taking diltiazem (cardizem) for almost a week, and so far so good. Except I wondered today if that is what caused me to feel chilled all day. BP was fine, no temp. Just felt so cold. Maybe the blood thinner. Maybe age. Maybe heat not high enough. Maybe not enough sweaters. 

I talked to Laura Booker today (my cousin-in-law); Ricky isn't doing very well. Then Salinda called and they're at Paden. She and I, Patsy and Edwina may try to meet at Lil Smokies Friday at 1:00 for lunch. Friday morning I have to take O to vet's to see about re-x-raying left front leg. It's mostly better, but I have to give him Metacam every day, and I didn't today... It hurts to see our "little ones" hurt like we do. We know how it feels. 

Thank You, Lord, for this day. Thank You for forgiveness. Thank You for blessings. Thank You that Aunt Ginny made salmon croquettes and a chocolate pie and brought us lunch. Thank You for every blessing.

Emmy attends Idlewild School. Sweet!

Saturday, November 08, 2014


It's Saturday and the weather is cool and the colors are still vibrant. Paul tore down the old horse shed behind the garage and I saved the great old door with its rusty hinges. I've found a couple of possible places behind the house for it to "open upon." But right now he's gone to look at a 1984 Mustang in Waterloo, Alabama.

I'm making soup. Oridinarily, I will ask Paul if he wants soup or chili and he says hamburger, so today I'm making myself soup. I used vegetable broth for the first time, as well as crushed tomatoes, chopped onion, carrots and potatoes along with the frozen vegetable soup package from the store.

Two nights ago I started taking the cardizem that Dr. Johnson told me to take a month ago, before all the illnesses, hospitals, stress and uncertainty. I relied on the flecainide which I was so hoping to get off. So I had a bad afib spell Wednesday  night, out of the blue. Slept propped in bed. Not well. So Wednesday I decided to go have a talk with our local PCP. "Why are you not taking the cardizem." "Afraid to, don't know what it will do..." "It's what I'd give you a bolus of if you came to the ER (he works in ER on Mondays)." So I put on my BGPs and took it Thursday and Friday night, along with one flecainide. This morning I left off that flec, too. At a rate of 48-52 BPM I didn't think I needed any more slowing down. It's tiring, to be sure. But once it's in my system, I'll try it without the flec altogether. Balance. Trial and error. 

So anyway, back to the soup, the beautiful weather and the door.  I just went to check on the soup and it was nearly mush. I tend to burn things. I always forget that right front eye is the hottest one on the stove. So now, a little more water, it looks like soup again, that goodness it didn't scorch. I did turn the eye off.

Yesterday evening about 4:00 Paul said he wanted to go eat at Chili's. I was watching the taped Parenthood... OK. So we went and it was good. Stopped at Kmart on the way back through Muscle Shoals and he found an outside work jacket with a hood, which he doesn't especially like. The store is huge, and hardly anyone was there, customers. Checkers up front, not many... It might be a scary place to work, but it may have just been the time of night. Finished watching Parenthood. Love that show: Sher and I watch it together most of the time. Don't think I've missed a single episode the whole time it's been on. Maybe buy myself a present of the series on DVD...

Paul quit smoking October 10 - the doctor told him to or suffer the consequences of the blocked artery in his leg. He knew he would have the "hot" feelings he did years ago, and he was afraid of gaining weight. Both of which have happened. The alternative to the hot flashes is the greater of the two horrible things; he could stand to gain some weight. He looks better, healthier, his face is fuller and pinker. Other people have commented how good he looks. Praying for his continued determination. Otherwise... Losing a foot or leg literally never stops hurting... Nor of the possibility of a stroke.  He's really gained some strength back to take down this little shed. He worked awhile, rested, worked. I kind of hated to see the barn go, but it wasn't good for anything - it leaked and had a dirt floor. Built around 1979, when Daddy Nick had his horse out here.

Oscar enjoying the freedom of no leash. I don't exactly trust him - yesterday he chased a yellow cat down into the woods - I'm pretty sure it wasn't Barney, because they get along and O would have known him. Then Barney was at the house too quick for it to have been him. He's good about coming to the house: I never have him out of sight, and he loves the word and promise of "Treat!"

Paul looked at the Mustang, didn't want it. Aunt Ginny came over and brought the sheet the top hem was coming out of and I sewed that back in. She left it, not in a hurry, but I got it done while it was fresh on my mind. 

Reading The Reivers by William Faulkner. Listening to a tape I ordered, second seller from Amazon, I had listened to several times commuting to work and back home. Bailey White's Sleeping at the Starlight Motel.  I have a different perspective on some of the stories now, twenty years later...