tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47522170697452685622012-02-14T12:41:50.842-06:00Charlotte Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08762833712591904951noreply@blogger.comBlogger13281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752217069745268562.post-34636412760694008102012-02-13T15:50:00.000-06:002012-02-13T15:50:00.514-06:00

So what's all the fuss about? We had to start wearing long pants and shoes on our feet in direct address to the cold weather that has swooped down on us from the north. This  does not bother me in the least. I'm not sweating; summer is held at bay and I'm happy. Oh yeah,  a few more millimeters of mercury on that ole thermometer would make it perfect and we could rid ourselves of the long pants

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It's a bit nippy here but there is no complaints from me. So what if I have to don a pair of jeans and a sweater? I'm not sweating and groaning in the heat of our summers here. I haven't been able to convince the husband to buy a fifth wheel trailer to tow to Colorado for the summer months but that doesn't mean I don't still slip it into the conversation as often as possible. We traipsed off

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I watched as she rolled to the side of the bed and while lying on her stomach she dropped her feet toward the floor and slid down off the mattress. She padded toward the bathroom, eyes mere slits. From the bathroom came the sounds of retching, stomach contents days past emptied of any food. Diarrhea soon follows the vomiting episode and in a few minutes she heads back to the bed. She slips back

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Eyelids barely allowing small slits of her eyes to peer into the brightly lit room, she tosses and turns beneath the thin sheet. Her body is warm and the heat aggravates her. One leg rises in the air as she impatiently kicks off the sheet to let the air conditioner send a coolness over her body. Carrie is sick. It started during the night and continued all day  Tueday. Bouts of diaherra and

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I am NOT a well person. It's so bad I took the advice of a friend and bought some Theraflu. For those of you that have a choice between drinking battery acid or Theraflu, go with the acid. I can't do a testimony on the effectiveness of it. I did my first swallow this morning and again at noon and actually felt almost well most of the day. Maybe it was just time for this cold to get better

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"You're sick again?" she asked. I had to stop and think about that question and the pause stretched out as I realized that I have been "sick" most of this month. More thinking lead to me to the  answer. It's that germ carrier named Carrie that is the culprit. I had forgotten how having a little one in school exchanging cold germs with each other keeps everyone on that merry go round of

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"..ello..an ou ear me?" I jam the phone into my ear as if that will help. The static and erratic sound is the husband calling or trying to call from the rig location. He is in the  wilds of the Texas desert somewhere and phone reception is more then sketchy.  Screaming into the phone doesn't help. I tell him that when he questions why I am not responding to his voice. I had to explain that I do

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The first thing I want to address is yesterday's post. I reread it tonight and was mortified at all the typos. I really can spell and if mystified on a word, I know how to look up the spelling. Before opening this post I went back to yesterday's and cleaned it up a bit. I'm embarrassed about all the errors. Now onward... Yesterday after driving the GMC belonging to my grandson (see

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It was supposed to be easy. Grab the set of extra keys to Ted's truck, drive to the high school, leave my car and take his truck to pick up the night stand I bought yesterday. The truck started up quickly as usual. The problem came when I pulled out on the highway and the steering wheel swung sharply to the right. It was an effort to keep the wheels headed in a straight line forward. The

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I've been on a spree lately. With dust cloth and Old English furniture polish in hand, I've been tearing around this house putting a glow on everything. The scratches and dents on the wood have disappeared as though magically scooped up by the dust cloth. Closets haven't been exempt. The shelves that flow from floor to ceiling behind the small door in the guest bathroom were emptied and

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I'm off to a very slow start this morning. 0400 hrs found me awake so I slipped from my bed quietly to avoid waking the husband and found my comfortable part of the sofa. I dragged a light blanket over me, flipped on the TV and settled down to hope for  a few more hours of sleep. I woke to the sounds of the husband making a pot of coffee. A couple of cups of brew later, and some internet time,

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Just a slight chill this morning in the house and not enough to turn on the heat. I could get my thick warm robe but then in a few minutes, it would be much too warm. I'll wait it out with my lap blanket while I finish this post. Friend Pat and I hit the road yesterday afternoon and exposed ourselves to more sticker shock while shopping for furniture. Finding an appropriate nightstand hasn't

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A Facebook friend posted a picture today. He was standing in front of a huge pile of snow that had been moved from the driveway to beside that same driveway. While he was shoveling all that snow, I was lowering the rag top on my little roadster, hair wet from my recent shower and getting ready to go shopping. The wind blows through my wet hair and causes a cascade of curls saving me from

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Carrie and I went to the theatre today and when you go with Carrie you will usually be seeing an animated feature and such was the case today. Carrie wanted to go in the roadster and since it needed to be started up that's exactly what we did. We parked at the end of the lot and hiked our way to the entrance. Carrie swayed along with her jacket draped over her arm. It was much too chilly to

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Here we are, back in New Orleans. The first thing and the best thing about this trip is the temperatures and the lack of humidity. Perfect weather for a trip to the usually steamy port city of New Orleans.  We got off I-10 at the newly renamed Mercedes Benz Super Dome and though some of the roads around it were cordoned off, we were able to circle around and get back to the French Quarters.

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I'm feeling much better. It didn't inspire me to do much today but tomorrow? I'm  going to dress warmly as I've heard we are getting some cold weather, and I plan on cleaning my car. A positive about bringing in the new year feeling crappy is that things can only improve as time moves along. I did get out of the house for a while. We strolled through Sam's Club and the whole time I was

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To say that I slept away the last days of 2011 would be a perfect description with no exaggeration. I've been up this morning for the past 4 hours and that has been a major improvement in my health status. Whatever is going around, this bug or virus or whatever it's being called has laid people low and it's not just for a day or three. Most of us have the cough left from it for months following.

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I'm afraid our New Year's celebration found us both in bed watching TV at midnight. The husband offered to take me out to dinner but even that I wasn't up to. That cold/flu bug that has been hanging around here has made any activity not worth the effort of crawling out of bed to get dressed. We ordered a pizza and maintained a low profile. This is not uncommon for us. We both shy away

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I can smell the tacos. The hamburger, seasoned and spooned into the corn tortillas that have been fried in hot oil and shaped into a "U" to hold the meat, lettuce, tomatoes and cheese have started the tastebuds  gasping. I'm hungry. The husband is cooking. For the past two evenings we have gorged on fast food from McDonalds' and Burger King. I have to say, it was a nice change. Occasionally a

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Whatever the illness that has been spreading like a house on fire, it's still hangin out here. Almost everyone I know has it and has had it for weeks. I can feel my heartbeat throbbing in my ears. My sinus cavities are not cavity like. Ear pressure, pressure behind my eyes and the aching head keep me confined to the sofa.  It's now 3 days post Christmas and I still had the tree and the

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Ploughing Through Life: Catch Up: Somebody should have told me. I've been trying to post blog link to Face book and two days of trying different things have left me with a f...

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Somebody should have told me. I've been trying to post blog link to Face book and two days of trying different things have left me with a few more grey hairs. Finally this evening I tried the new version of blogger which had been encouraging me to update to it for months now. I've denied those changes. We all hate change and nobody more then me. All else failing, I switched and Voila...success.

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At six years of age, my memories are few and vague. I know I believed in Santa Claus and I think I might have even believed for quite a few years more. Television at my house was limited and programs were few anyway so most of our interaction was with each other and our parents. We went to school but the other children were about as clueless as we were to what went on around them. Our world was

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I start winding down around 1800 hrs. Any thing left undone from the day will not get done and if it does get done it will be with much grumbling. I explain this to Carrie and to her this means she must be bathed and dressed for bed before the magical witch hour of 1800. We play in the tub, polish nails and brush hair gently as long as we don't wait too late to get to these activities. Last

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Countdown! A beautifully mild day, I puttered around inside this morning and eventually dressed and with Carrie beside me, we headed for the daughter's house to pick her up. I had two stops to make. I wanted to get Carrie a Justin Beiber doll and then on to the market to pick up the roast for Christmas day. I found a beautiful rib eye roast for the eight people that will be having dinner 

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It has been one of those mornings where I'm just a step or two off the game. My rhythm is not in sync with others around me. This morning I peeked out between barely open eyelids to scan the clock and noting that it was only 0600 hrs and I don't have to get Carrie out of bed until 0700 hrs, I found a fresh position to lie in and closed my eyes. The next time I woke it was 0715hrs and I was

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I can breathe. Both nostrils are clear though the sneezes are still around and the lung conjestion remains but I can inhale! I've spend hours in the office this morning. I entered with one intent. I want to burn a few CD's and print some personalized labels for them. How does all that stuff accumulate on that desk? I sorted through it and spent another bit of time shredding mail that was

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I've hugged the sofa most of this day. With remote control in hand and a warm fuzzy blanket to wrap around myself, the ceiling fan pushes cool air over me for those times when a hot flash attacks and I rip the blanket off to cool down. It has been quiet here today except for the television that is always on, sometimes with sound and sometimes muted. The husband stays in the bedroom  buried

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Most of my shopping is done..except for the food I'll be preparing for Christmas dinner. I'm not in a hurry to buy and then try to find a place to stash it until the big day. The last time I wrote, it was to announce how crappy I felt. Nothing has changed. Sometimes my nose is so obstructed, I can't breathe at all through it so I resort to looking like an oxygen deprived  gaping fish, mouth

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My pointless inexcusable whining would have been stifled. Had I known that the weather, be it too hot or too cold was only a matter of dressing appropriately for it and not a reason to complain. This morning I have a reason to whine. My head is being held in a vise causing my ears to pop and my ear drums to flutter from theri moorings and along with the flutter comes a giant twitch of pain. My

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I would hardly classify myself as a gung ho football fan. I'll sit still for an LSU game and most of the Saints games. My husband gorges all weekend on all the games played and so do a few female friends of mine. The husband is in Arkansas on a job and I'm home alone. This afternoon around 1430 I crept upon the sofa and settled in to watch LSU play Georgia for the SEC Championship game. It

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"Are you there?"  A pause, and a deep breath and "Can you hear me now?" and the conversation signaled it was dead when I heard that digital beep and the screen on the iPhone switched  back to the menu. The top drawer of the dresser in the master bedroom houses an impressive collection of "old cell phones" that have went to the bone yard for various reasons. They are now kept as spares to

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It's been a while since I've posted any information regarding my knee, the bionic one. March 2009 I was admitted into the hospital for a total knee replacement. http://ftell001.blogspot.com/2009/03/430-am.html#links The weeks and months following that replacement sent me spiraling through a list of emotions ranging from anxiety pre surgery to relief at having it done post surgery then

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For the past two mornings, I've stepped outside to temperatures hovering around 34 to 35 degrees. This is not to complain. My hormonally challenged body is very appreciative. I can step outside and wash away the heat flush that seems to trying to crisp me up from the inside out. I've heard people say their wives were going through "the change" and her crabbiness they attributed to the lack

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Bah Humbug! I mention every year about this time, "I'm just not into this!" then I head for the Little House to plunge into the containers holding the decorations for Christmas. Carrie spent most of her week off from school with me. Saturday morning, after her breakfast which really could be considered brunch as it was her favorite meal of noodles and was served at 1000 hrs. we headed for the

Charlotte Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08762833712591904951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752217069745268562.post-32945970816198731842011-11-23T17:20:00.000-06:002011-11-23T17:20:48.589-06:00

I've started and stopped so many posts lately. They bore me and I can imagine how boring it would be published. I'm in a mood lately. That mood is a bit hard to describe and putting it into my words doesn't make sense even to me. I read a blog yesterday that explained to me how I felt. I find it amazing that what someone else has written appears at just the right moment to enlighten. I planned

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It's not always about the score for me. Dressed in their tight pants and numbered jerseys, they skip into the arena, knees pumping, leg muscles flexed and ready for their job. It is a job after all. We tend to forget maybe because they are named "players" that they are actually there to earn a paycheck and do a job. Granted, it's a job like no other requiring a hard fit body, speed, agility and

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I'm sitting here looking at 54 degree temperatures and watching television. It's 1000 hrs and by noon it might be warmer. I want to wash the Marquis and the Solstice but I don't want to do it while it's this cold so I wile away the morning and wait....and it never got done. This was started on Thursday and here it is, Friday and even colder then yesterday. The temperatures dipped down to 37

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It has been a while but I can still remember scraping up coins and pop bottles to buy a couple gallons of gas for the clunker on wheels that would normally pass for a car except a car should move one around. My car seldom did that. Much work was needed to get it running for those short spurts that it ran. Calling it a sprint car might have described it best. I still remember those days though I

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I'm tired. I've been on the go all day. The granddaughter hauled herself out of bed before 1400 hrs which is most unusual for her. She was here before noon and those brakes on the front of her car was our goal today. I've been trying to get this done for months now but that pesky sleep schedule the granddaughter insists on adhering to has derailed my plans on more then one weekend. We pulled

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The giant maple tree sitting off center from the front of this house litters the yard with leafs and I look the other way. Most of the leaves on the tree are still bright green which is odd to have them dropping before they travel through the color changes that are usually a prerequisite for them to escape their attachments to the branches they glombed on in the spring. Enough of them fall to

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I can't remember the weather taking a nose dive this early in the year. It's the last of October. In most parts of the country, frost has settled in but that's normal; it's not normal here. I'm wrapped in a soft blanket, thin and lightweight as it is, it's warm beneath it. I'm waiting on Carrie to find her way here. She is buried in  the blankets in the king sized bed. It's Saturday, no

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I need to step away from the debates. The candidates need to do the same.  Cain has now flipped his stance so many times on the abortion issue, I'm a little dizzy watching and listening to him. R. Paul is whining about him not getting enough air time and Mitt Romney is touchy feelie clasping Perry on the shoulder thereby breaching the code of conduct of a debate. I'm dizzy. I watch em and for

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About 20 miles from here, we exited the four lane highway onto the road to Lydia. Cruisin through this stop light less town, we eased to a stop at it's one stop sign. A few more miles down the road, another turn was made and we entered the land of tall trailers. 20 feet in the air, the rectangular boxes line up row upon row. The steel legs pierce the ground supporting these suspended homes.

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If only I had known about those popcorn words. Well, I coulda used them. That's what! We drew the letters on the blackboard with chalk, on paper with pen, on cardboard with crayon and on the moisture on the car windows with our fingers. We practiced that alphabet on any surface available. Numbers followed and then shapes. We held play school times and practiced being quiet, raising our hands

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Every now and again, I become totally wasteful. Usually I'm quite the thrifty person so jumping ship and becoming lassize fare about wasting money or not being frugal does a body good. It's gasoline I'm referring to. I cruised around wasting gasoline a few days ago. I made rights and lefts until I was thoroughly lost. Being lost is not a bad thing if you don't have a schedule to adhere to

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and the party was on. Family and friends drifted in, chairs were filled as the children mingled in the yard. The temperatures clipped into the high 80's with a soft breeze puffing enough air to make it comfortable and to stir the lavender pom poms decorating the shrubs and the ceiling on the patio. Balloons, helium filled and standing upright while tethered to a white ribbon ringed the lawn.

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and none of the above do I aspire to be! The daughter likes to bake and today was a bake day. Bags of supplies were hefted up on the granite counter top, the huge mixer plugged in  and the mixing paddle in place. She started early this morning and by 1400 hrs she had finished the first day in the three day cake making process. The cakes were baked, and sliced in layers. The butter cream

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It had to be done. Shopping. The birthday party for Carrie celebrating her 6th birthday is fast approaching. She requested a party this year. I knew we shouldn't have let her attend all those parties for her friends. She has discovered what she has been missing these past 5 years. Usually her mother would ask her  where she wanted to go on her birthday and her reply was  "to see the rat" so off

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I thought fall had arrived but it appears to have reversed itself right back into summer. I've been waiting on cooler temperatures before cleaning out the little house. Today I visited the little house along with the daughter and after opening the door and peeking inside, I stepped back outside and pulled the door shut. This seems to be my normal reaction to what's in that building. I had all

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Wyoming in the later '70's through the mid 80's was caught up in a surge of oil exploration and production. As happens in any "boom" area, jobs were plentiful and employees were scarce. A boom town will attract men that can't find a job any where else specially those on the run from the law or fresh out of prison with  job prospects nil. The remainder of the workers were people seeking a better

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We have fall and what to most may appear to be summer temperatures in many parts of the country, to us, we are enjoying fall. Temperatures have plummeted to the mid to high 80's. The leaves on the trees have started peppering the ground. It's just a light dusting of leaves right now but it's a start. Knowing that Carrie had a doctor's appointment today, I hurriedly started and finished my

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She woke but not by her own power. I slipped into the bedroom and started softly calling her name. It's 0630 and I expected her to come padding down the hallway as she does every school day. Today it was quiet so I entered her bedroom to wake her. This should have been my first clue that something was amiss. She opened her eyes at my chanting her name and a smile didn't cross her lips. Another

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September 22, 1918 was a big day in my life. It was the date of my mothers' birth which made it possible that I enter onto this earth one February day many years later. Mom passed on December 1st, 1999. A part of me was lost on that day. Only our mothers and fathers know us all our lives. When they pass on they take the history known only to them of our entire life. I miss not having that person

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I thought I had it under control. I explained to Carrie the rules of the restaurant we were going to visit. She nodded her understanding of what I was saying and then proceeded to explain her point of view. As 1500 hrs. approached, I gathered up the birthday invitations that were just spit forth from the printer and slipped them into an envelope to be delivered to the daughter. She showed up

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What a beautiful day here! Another few degrees lower and the temperatures will be just right. Yesterday we went to the fountain down town and let  Carrie cavort in the water that gushed intermittently into 14ft sprays of water. Benches made of iron but covered in plastic to make them bearable to sit on surround the fountain. I would like to suggest they offer some sort of shade above these

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The Jeep coughed and groaned and died. She needed a battery and a battery she got. The daughter's vehicle sputtered to a stop and would only roar with a set of jumper cables connected from it to the Grand Marquis. She is up and about and doing much  better. The daughter? Not so much. It appears that she had developed quite the head cold, the headache tremendous thanks to the sinus cavities that

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I stepped outside and into a sauna. The air was thick with steam; there was that much moisture in the air. Will fall ever get here? I've had quite enough of summer. The flowers around the house look as beat down as I feel. I've neglected watering them and while I was out of town, the only water they received was when Irene came stumbling through. An uneventful day spent doing mundane chores

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The medium strip down the highway was scorched black, the land beside the highway had trees that lay smoldering and emitting spirals of blue smoke. The air hung heavy with the smell of a wood fire. Signs along the highway warned the motorists "Do Not Drive Through Smoke". We were traveling though Texas and viewing what had been broadcast on the major news networks. The evidence of the fires

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Tomorrow we head back to Lafayette. This job that was scheduled for 10 days was completed in three. The client is impressed. We are impressed with this little town of 35,000 Okies. Rolling hills make up the landscape here. This part of Oklahoma escaped the flat lands of the southwestern part of the state. We are 40 miles north of Tulsa and not that far from the Kansas border. That means snow

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We got home, unpacked, loaded the washer with the laundry from the past week and I headed for the shed to get the lawn tractor. Racing around, I mowed the front and back and cranked up the weed eater to do the trim work. The husband says "Hey, slow down. We are not going any where." I nodded at him and kept moving. The following day was spent indoors cleaning floors, stripping the bed and doing

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The husband's job has finished up here in Shreveport and we will be heading back to Lafayette today. I'm ready to go home. The temperature this morning is 57 degrees and I'm ecstatic. Tolerating the heat of the day would be so much more bearable if we could look forward to those temps plummeting after the sun goes down. August doesn't accommodate unfortunately. Each day I have flown out of the

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I loaded up the roadster with a suitcase and makeup case and tossed them onto the passenger seat and headed out. I'm bound for Shreveport, Louisiana. Shreveport sits beside the Red River, a town largely owing it's growth to the riverboat casinos. My room at the Holiday Inn is on the fourth floor and faces the river. From here I can see the casino hotels rising tall, the park that attracts the

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The bus stop looked like a "welcome home" party for Carrie. Yesterday afternoon, not only Carrie's mom..but her brother and I was at the bus stop. We all got there way early to wait for the  bus. No chance of Carrie missing us. Our vehicles were lined up on the street facing the bus's path. Carrie came home with me and we took a "snack" break and then got immediately into her homework. I

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Here's what I was told. It's Friday afternoon, the last day of school for this week and it's almost time to collect Carrie from the bus stop. This bus stop is one block up and 1/2 block over from where Carrie lives. Her house isn't visible from where she gets off this bus. As time neared for her to get to her stop, the daughter picks up her purse and looks for her keys.

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The Jamaican jerk chicken wings were awesome. I kept a large glass of ice water in one hand ready for the mouth explosion I knew was coming. It's 103 degrees outside with the heat index. What more appropriate then wings edging near 103 degrees in my mouth?  The night before we dined on taco salad, a cool treat. I'm so inappropriate on summer meals sometimes. I would be happy with a cold salad

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Ta DA! Carrie has finished up her first full week of school. She still can't read. Maybe we are expecting too much too soon, Carrie and I. She spent the night. Bathed and in bed by seven and asleep by eight, she was up  without me going into the bedroom to wake her. She appeared at 0600 hrs. and found the hubby and I on the patio having a cup of coffee. The only time I slinked

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Grab your pennies and quarters. We're going to the casino! The casino keeps their air conditioners pumping refridgerated air around their customers to keep them comfortable. I usually walk in carrying a "wrap" over my arm just in case it gets a little too frigid. My first clue is my nose beginning to drip. Again it's almost 100 degrees today so sitting for a few hours in a casino was a much

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How hot is it? Sometimes ya just gotta strip down to your undies and grab an umbrella and some grass. I can hear the lawn mower buzzing from where I sit perched on the side of the bed, one leg curled beneath me while the other rests on the side rail. I'm getting a quick shower and dressed. We're going to the casino as soon as the mowing is done so with one ear

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The doctor is making rounds and you are "rounding" with him. At the end of the long hall, you enter the room and move to the bedside closest to the entry while the doctor walks around to the other side of the bed. He is here to tell the patient what the patient already knows. Softly he speaks the words I've heard many times before. "We have exhausted all resources. The chemotherapy

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My morning ritual continues. I'm usually awake before 0500 hrs but I close my eyes after peeking at the clock embedded in  the cable box. I roll over, reposition and try to go back to sleep if it's before 0500. I never get back to a deep sleep but more of a "waiting sleep." That's the sleep you do when you know you will have to get up soon to get to work on time. It's never long enough

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What was I thinking? How long have I lived here? It's August and I should have known better. The husband mentioned yesterday about the Shrimp Festival going on in Delcambre, a fishing and shrimping village about 20 minutes from here. He mentioned it again today as something to do and like a fool, I agreed to go. We swept by Carrie's house and picked her up. I had bought along two big

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"Nana, if you divorce Poppy, you can come and live in my room with me and you can get me up for school every morning." I looked at Carrie and wondered if this was anxiety about her upcoming date with kindergarten. I gave her a hug and told her I would be at her doorstep to take her to her school along with her mom. This seemed to pacify her. The big day finally arrived. We survived our first

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I've entered into a cyber space filled with residents from my home area. From the hills and hollers of WV and specifically a county called Jackson, names are appearing that I haven't seen in the years since I got out. "Got out" seems to insinuate an escape of sorts.  I've always felt like an escapee. WV is called the "Little Switzerland of the Americas"  for a reason. The Swiss

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Tomorrow April will take Carrie to be registered for kindergarten. April will meet the teacher that will be influencing Carrie for most of her waking hours five days a week. I'm  not only NOT happy but today as I returned Carrie back to her house the tears flowed. Carrie is five years old, soon to be six on October 8th. She is a precocious 5  yr old that has spent most of her

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"Hey, get ready and we'll go see what's happen'in downtown." calls the husband to me. I'm propped up in bed with my ever present laptop for entertainment. My trauma this morning of the missing seat control in the roadster has made me take to my bed. Not really but the heat has driven me inside and I'm happy here. Have I mentioned that it's August in the deep south and true to form it's

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What to do..what to do? It's still a furnace outside and I'm still trying to hide from that furnace. I had errands to run this morning and while gas is at 3.32 a gallon, I figured I would top off the tank in the roadster. I had to move the Marquis to the front yard beneath the maple tree so I could get the roadster on the road. I slipped into the front seat and released the

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I'm going to tell you a little story, one that I don't discuss usually and surely not with anyone outside the small county of Jackson in the state of West Virginia. Jackson County, WV has two major towns, small as they are, they are surrounded by even smaller villages. The folks  from the small villages came into the towns of Ripley and Ravenswood for any major purchases and to attend

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I've never understood how a bunch of females can get together for a day of shopping. Roving up and down aisle to check out what is hanging on the racks when you aren't actually looking for anything in particular has never been something that interested me. Shopping in 100 degrees temperatures makes me downright snappy. The poor house slippers were not only worn out on the bottoms

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Another refreshing day here in the south. Who needs a sauna. Step right up and outside, preferably with as little clothing as possible. Add a sprinkling of rain on that hot concrete and you have a sizzle to match any sauna with coals spritzed with water. I walked 300 ft to the mailbox and back. If I were a dog I would have been panting. Enough already. I'm ignoring the month of August

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It's early. So early the daylight hasn't arrived so I slipped outside, grabbed the hoe and in the darkness, relieved only by the street light a few feet way, I begin to clean up the weeds beside the driveway. Almost done on this little project of reseeding and I want to get the weeds out before the sun rises in the sky. By that time I want to be back inside and showered and dressed.

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I didn't sleep last night. I'm not trying to tell you I didn't sleep "much". I'm  saying I didn't sleep at all. When 0300 rolled around I had flipped on the TV for the third time after the midnight hour rolled around. Each time I  turned off the TV, my heart rate picked up and I was wide awake again. Soon 0500 was staring me in the face and I darkened the room once again and closed my eyes. An

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Stuffed bell peppers, cheesy potatoes, and succotash for dinner. My sous chef was more then willing to lend a hand. Here she is stuffing the bell peppers. Carrie likes to help. She didn't spend the night. Today was an early appointment for the hubby to have tests on his gallbladder. We made it to the imaging center, checked in and waited for about 15 minutes. The ultrasound failed to

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Houston! We have lift off..er...rather...we have GRASS. The bare spots in the lawn now have a fine covering of fresh grass barely breaking the surface and I'm still watering those areas three times a day. My life is so exciting I can hardly stand it. Since the seeding was successful that we did last Sunday, we started on the other side of the driveway. More watering and watching. August

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I posted a short while ago...under the title of Signs...and found I had a little more to say. The calls have been made and the answers have been found. To update you a little in the event you haven't read the post entitled "Signs", I was shopping around for the cost of some tests ordered by the gastro specialist yesterday for the husband. The doctor's staff scheduled the tests to be done  in the

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Before the husband became self employed, we had insurance through the company where he worked. Those days are gone and now we are among the masses that worry about insuring ourselves against a catastrophic occasion which is usually a hospitalization. For a little over 500.00 per month for both of us, we have just that. Catastrophic insurance. That covers inpatient or outpatient surgeries and

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And there we sat. The waiting room was crowded but I hardly noticed. I had the iPad and I could sign on to the Internet so waiting for the Doctor to see us wasn't as boring as usual. I was a little nervous about this doctor's visit. The specialist I chose was a doctor I've worked with many times and he has a wonderful reputation for knowing what he is doing though he lacks a lot in the "bedside

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Carrie spent the night and it appears as though we have misplaced the remote control for the television in the bedroom where we slept so the TV is spitting out news information while Carrie sleeps on. I think the Ambien I took last night would have kept me asleep for a few more hours had not the sound and flickering of that TV not pulled me to the surface of my sleep and then all the way out

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And I thought I was done. Early this morning we headed to the store to pick up some lawn dirt. We spread the dirt and drifted over it with the grass seed, raked it and then saturated it with water. Twice a day I water these patches of raw ground and hopefully within the next seven days some green will cover the patches of dirt. I planted Bermuda grass. What I know about grass would fit in a

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It has tried to rain for the past two days. I can hear the thunder rumbling in the distance, the purple clouds are swirling and the air is thick and heavy. A few drops dot the concrete and the storm moves over us without shedding any moisture. This morning we were out early to do a little yard work. The husband assures me that I am no gardener and I'm not at all insulted as it was never my

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0500 hrs. and the pot of coffee has dripped to fullness so I poured a cup of coffee and headed for the front porch to watch the healthy folks getting in their morning power walks and dog walks. The sweat factor is low at 0500 but I wait until 0600 and daylight has shown it's face before I begin. The flowers got watered, deadheaded and weeded, two cars cleaned, both inside and out and 3 loads

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"Shhhhhhhhhhh...." he said as he gazed up into the trees on one side of the hotel. "Do you see them? Look! In army camo, with binoculars, they are watching this hotel." The husband stands outside at the back of this hotel to have a smoke and is accompanied by another guest. A thin young man, this fellow watches the trees. Later when the husband recounts this story to me, I thought he said he

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I had plans for today. I was going to drive the 8 miles into Baton Rouge and hang out. Touring the governor's mansion and the capital was on my 'to see' list. Those plans changed. I visited the breakfast room and while there became engaged in a conversation with one of the staff members of this hotel. The subject of St. Francisville came up and my plans for today changed. I decided to visit

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I'm back ..back in Zachary. Carrie and I spent one night at home. She at her home and me at mine and yesterday she requested I pick her up so she could spend the day with me. It's the Play Doh. She has an addiction to that stuff and she isn't allowed to have it at her house. We keep it at my house and she keeps returning to play with it. Yesterday was Lessie's birthday. We celebrated with a

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I'm home (from Zachary). Yesterday afternoon amid the pouring rain, Carrie and I loaded up all our possessions from the hotel room and headed home. I plugged in the GPS and let it guide me back. It was really an experiment with that GPS to see what routes it chose for the return trip. Sailing through Baton Rouge, we crossed the huge bridge which got us across the Mississippi and soon were

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Concrete and thick windows have driven me to the bench in front of this hotel. With coffee in hand, I have escaped the limits imposed by the materials used to build this hotel and limited me to no cell phone use. It happens. Sometimes we end up in a hotel where we have to either stand close to a window or go to the outside of it to use our cells. Speaking of phones and we were, were we

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The covers on the bed are laid back on one corner making it easier to slide back between the sheets. I sit here, one leg curled beneath me, the other hanging over the side of the bed and the laptop at the junction of my lap. The TV is tuned to an episode of House and one ear is tuned to the TV while the other can hear the thunder seeping through the window at my back. The drapes are pulled and

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I remember when a standard shift transmission was standard equipment in an automobile. An automatic transmission was something that had to be requested and cost extra, a typewriter weighted 50 lbs and made a soothing click clack sound as the keys struck the paper, and paper was used without being called "hard copy". I look over my shoulder at where I have traveled down the techno path and I

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