Sunday, November 30, 2008
I detest taking pain meds. I dislike the "out of touch" feeling that comes with taking a pain med. Today I do notice an improvement but I just want a few hours pain free.
I knew as soon as the Lortab started doing it's magic. My nose started itching. I scrub my nose off my face when on pain meds. This is a side effect not an allergic reaction. I'll head back to bed before the 7.5 ceases it's magic. Hubby bought a back massager with a heat option on it and after a few hours laying on it, I could feel the improvement. A few more days of not stressing those back muscles and I should be up and around on my own.
Tomorrow the plumber arrives. It seems that a pipe in the slab has broken. This happened on Thursday. That water line will have to be rerouted thru the attic and back down into the house. Today we have only cold water. Every morning hubby has to go to the water heater which is located in the attic; he turns the hot water on so we can get a shower. Then it gets turned off again. This sounds like a major inconvenince but we have been thru much worse.
We used to live in Big Piney, Wyoming (1978). Our first winter there (and out last winter there) the temps took a nose dive. 65 degrees below zero. The freeze went below the frost line so most of the water lines in town froze off.
The only place that had water was the only laundromat in town. Each morning we headed for the laudromat to get a shower. 25 cents for 3 minutes. The butcher, the baker and the banker all waited in line for their hygiene moment or minutes.
If you had a vehicle that would start, you left it running constantly. Diesel gelled and the truckers couldn't get their semi trucks to run. Propane did the same. We had 30 gal. propane tanks on the travel trailor we lived in.
I would bring one inside and keep it warm. When the one in use would stop delivering, I would take the warm one outside and exchange it.
Children at the school were not allowed outdoors. Moose were sleeping or milling about in the playground.
In the spring when we would hike the mountains we would discover heaps of antelope that had frozen to death in the gullys where they had gone to get out of the cold wind.
Many stories could be told from that winter in Big Piney. Being without hot water here for a few days is a breeze.
Tomorrow I may be able to walk AND take a hot shower! How neat is that?
Friday, November 28, 2008
See? Here..let me post a few more for your viewing pleasure.
This video is the daytime drive away from Dreamland. Can you imagine this drive after dark?
The first time I went here was after dark. You drive on a narrow winding road up a large hill out of Tuscaloosa. It's in the city limits but there is no street lights so it's very dark. Eventually you find this little place and you look at the building and wonder if the trip was worth it. Booths and tables with oilcoth, the walls are covered with football memorabilia; pennants, t-shirts, team pictures, newspaper clippings on the Crimson Tide and license plates from around the USA. A waiter appears and says "slab, slab and a half, half a slab". He says this so fast that it sounds like an auctioneer for food.
Half a slab per person is more then one person can consume. A drink is delivered, the half slab is delivered with sliced bread. No entrees. Just a drink, bread and the ribs.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
*turn over to my side in bed without winching
*put one foot in front of the other without electrical shocks to my
*get in and out of car without using the steering wheel and the door to
lift myself out
*get up from the chair without having to put my hands on the coffee
table and leverage myself to an upright position
and for that I am THANKFUL!
I'm still a bit sore but I'm healing. I have an SI joint (sacral/illiac) that slides out occasionally, impinges on a nerve and I'm officially immobile for a while. Thankfully this does not happen often.
I remember WHEN my concerns use to involve hair and makeup, age and wrinkles and weight and clothes. Ah the times be a changin!
You get to a point in life when HEALTH is the primary concern. Unfortunately it comes with age. That awareness of what is really important. I guess I'm at that point now.
I remember hearing the "old folks" when gathered for a family get together comment on the energy the children had and I was one of those children. Now I look at my 3yr old granddaughter and am amazed at all the jumping, running and all day moving that child can do. That makes me one of the "old folks" I'm thinking.
Here's to a Thankful tomorrow!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I've waited all week planning for this weekend.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Gary Kamiya always writes intelligently and may have the pole position on the subject of mixed race in the upcoming election campaign.
I would urge him to tackle these thorny issues: Why would Appalachian white men with high school or less education seemingly mistrust Sen. Barack Obama, a black kid who grew up poor, was raised by a single mother and grandparents, but for whom education was valued as a way up and out? But not Hillary Clinton, a white, upper middle class girl who grew up comfortably with an expectation she would earn at least a Master's degree and succeed without a struggle, and who did so? Why would they believe this black candidate would not understand their issues, their lives when many of his circumstances match theirs? Do they mistrust him because he is black; because he became educated and succeeded at it and thus was able to escape poverty and deprivation; because his middle name is Hussein and they know only one other Hussein as an enemy; or because their issues have been pre-framed simplistically and their responses have been reduced to sound bites? Do we really know these citizens, or do we just think we do? Do we know them today or yesterday?
I would like to see Gary tackle the meaning of the phrase that is constantly used to describe---and substantially dismiss---an elusive national sub-section: working class Americans. Could this phrase be derived from an Edwardian-Victorian British conceit of landed gentry who were so wealthy they commanded fleets of servants and serfs attending their residential and estate needs, freeing their daylight hours for reading botany or playing badminton and their evenings for dining and dancing; whereas, those forced to work were relegated to a lower class, whose one's living was not guaranteed by inheritance and for whom charity was invented?
Today in America, those fully utilizing the phrase 'working class' appear to be just as hard-working as those they define as coal miners, truck and taxi drivers and restaurant servers. Hillary Clinton appeared to work harder than the class she said she represented, but from whom she did not emerge.
We all work. So who indeed comprises this mist-shrouded working class? Is it a quantifiable class, or just another outmoded label? I've met taxi drivers with PhDs, truck drivers who read Proust and many restaurant servers are Julliard musicians or actors making ends meet while training for their dreams. Can you lump them into the media caricature of the lunch-bucket carrying, Ford 150 driving, hard hat wearing, country music loving, tenth grade educated, white proud, gay and immigrant hating, beer drinking, Christian Southern or Appalachian coal belt mostly male sub-group? Or is this working class American caricature in need of massive review and updating to include everyone who works and lives in the US---that's everyone, from Barack Obama to Lou Dobbs to George W. Bush to your local supermarket clerk and Wal-Mart greeter? Anyone who gets a paycheck. Even Paris Hilton works, or so she says, so where is the outer boundary of this label? And if we don't know who to include or exclude, then how do we know that Barack Obama has 'a problem' relating to this group?
The sub-text of Obama's candidacy seems to imply that we may be on the verge of dissolving these old labels that define and precede us into The Great Political Room. Those who measure, however, will simply want to replace them to better quantify and qualify us as we, in greater numbers than ever before, exit the polling stations. But with what new labels, the question begs? Will they categorize by consumer goods, or beliefs, education or income level, employment status, hybrid or dino vehicle? Will race, gender and sexual orientation matter or will age and the internet be the great definers, as they already appear to be?
I hope Gary will weigh in on this in future columns. Our measuring sticks seem to be stuck in another century while our real political lives are being lived out invisibly and unheralded on line and very much in the future. This appears to be why hope matters so much...hope that politics will catch up with where we already reside in our cyber-imaginations, leading, refining and asking us to participate in the reality of our better dreams and in our very survival as a species.
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Saturday, November 8, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I made it to the polls early this morning and suprisingly enough, the lines weren't long although a bit confusing. No directions as to what line you should be in and some people had to be moved from the lines three different times to start over again on waiting to vote. This could have been arranged better but all in all it was not a bad experience for me.
I live in a conservative state..a red state as colors go. I don't expect this state to support my choice in presidential canditates but it made me feel great to cast my blue vote in a sea of bright red.
If nothing else this election brought people to the polls in record numbers for reasons of their own. At least they came to the polls and exercised their right to vote! What an exciting night to be a part of this 2008!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
While visiting a rig in Republican country (Texas) I ran into this gentlemen. He started working the rigs at 17yrs old, lives in a small Texas town all his life and is now 52 yrs. old. A hardworking fellow for sure; a good family man and a great boss to the young roughnecks on the rig; A father figure to the young workers that he supervises.
Our discussion turned to the Wall Street Fiasco and finally to the upcoming election. It never ceases to shock me when in the course of conversation casually spoken the "n" word comes up. This man wasn't a McCain fan but he voted for him because he wasn't a "nigger" (quoted). He informed me that McCain was better then having a "nigger" in the White House. "You wait till all those little niglets are running around the White House" he says.
I don't think this is a mean hearted person. I think he is a sign of "his time", "his educational background", and "his area of habitation".
I looked at this man wearing his bib overalls and as the conversation turned to the town where he lived, he spoke about the BBQ restaraunts and the best one to visit. He mentioned the owners name with great respect (a black man) and talked about what a wonderful guy he was. A hard working man he says; an honest man he says.
I began to think that the racial slurs he spouted earlier was a learned response; not a personal one to him. A conditioned response from his upbringing; his age group; educational group.
Although I was shocked by his earlier statements about the Senator Obama, I could recognize that this man was a product of his time and location or at least I surely hope so.
I intend to vote; I intend to cast my ballot to reflect how I have felt about the current administration. I pity the next President and the mess that has been left to him to correct. I don't think even an 8yr term is enough time to fix what Bush and Co have done to plough us under and to correct our standing in the world's eyes.