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Sunday, October 18, 2009
Was today our Anniversary?
This weekend, the third weekend in October is our wedding anniversary. I’m usually pretty good with date memory, but much of the time with this, I have to think about the actual number. I remember that we were married the third Saturday in October because the church building was booked every other Saturday of the month, and the minister refused to do a Sunday ceremony on October 12 (the date I really wanted) which is Columbus Day and easy to remember. Therefore, October 18 is when the papers became official.
We are at 29 years of wedded bliss. We couldn’t decide a special way to celebrate together, plus there was a chili lunch at church and I’m on the committee to help provide it. Much of Saturday afternoon was preparations in the church kitchen, evening at home baking brownies and corn bread, Sunday morning was more preps, serving at Noon, and running the dish machine for clean-up until 2:30pm.
It was a great time, just not with my spouse, although we did alot of talking about him 
across the sinks.
Meanwhile, Husband got in some time on his unicycle, watched a movie on the little dvd player while walking on the treadmill, and puttered around a bit in the garage. He says there is a gift in the works.
The gift I want is the latest cd by Reba McEntire, so I’ll probably pick it up next time I am at Tarjay. For him I ordered some old-fashion pants stretchers to help with the laundry. I don’t mind ironing all the other stuff, but I refuse to iron his pants, even if they are all cotton and he loves how crisp they feel after being pressed.
There is a freshly laundered pair of pants hanging to dry, so I hope the new gizmos work out as well as they did for my grandma.
Yesterday, son Chris performed in a wedding. He said it was outdoors, and he did not know until then that Ave Maria could be played with frozen fingers on a wooden guitar. He looked so nice in his tailored tuxedo, alas, I was too tired to remember where my camera was. I also told him the outfit should go to the dry-cleaner, I am not going to put any effort at all into keeping his professional attire looking spiffy. He can use expenses for his taxes.
He thought it was neat that he was at a wedding the same weekend as the parents anniversary.
Tomorrow’s TA Sub job is 6th grade at a junior high across town. The kids are some I’ve known since they were in 4th grade, so we get along fine. If I recall correctly, I’ll be in P E for two class periods, cafeteria duty for one lunch period, and one Reading Group of 4. Not too bad at all.
Nitey Night
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Word Usage while Walking
My glasses have been out of alignment since Monday when accidentally I got knocked upside the head by a disabled student whom I was repositioning from wheelchair to lunch table, and two trips to the eyecare center haven’t got ‘em right yet. Bleh. My left ear is so sore that I cannot tell if all my recent fiddlin got the piece curved properly or not. Bleh. And the headache caused by eyestrain had me resting on the sofa until the phone rang. Bleh.
So I’m wearing my first bi-focals from 2003, and by crackety, these are quite proper with fit on my nose and ear, and reading what’s on screen. Still, I’ll have to try again with adjustment for the newest one, if only to have some lenses with fewer scratches.
As I was walking home from the job yesterday, I was thinking that Husband and I are “out of sink”. He was home sick for a couple days, I’ve had a concentration problem due to eyewear worry, so we have been a bit snappish with each other. As if troubles within our separate bodies cannot let us appreciate being a mate with the other.
I’m walking along deep in thought, looking around only when I need to cross a busy street. Strolling home from work on wide sidewalks and a sunny afternoon is a luxury.
I got to thinking about writing a blog post saying that “out of sink” sounds better saying it aloud than writing the words. Sink is the place to wash dishes, so for a couple to be “out of sink” might mean we have argued about trivial placement of used bowl and spoon.
Sink also means to go under water, but even with all the rain lately, our basement has remained dry, and the dehumidifier machine’s bucket gets emptied twice a day.
I’m walking along Main Street, thinking that “out of sink” wasn’t making sense and how could I write about it. Then a thought bounced in that “sink” is not the correct word at all, but “sync” which is short form of synchronized which means to operate in unison.
And so a whole blog post got written inside my head while I was walking, yet when I turned the key in the lock of the front door and two cats greeted me, words disappeared.
What stayed-in seemed to be a little more entertaining than what is here, even though I have gone to the thesaurus three times for better word forms.
But here ya have it, Husband and I need to return to “being in sync” in time for our wedding anniversary later this month.
Discussion is ongoing as to how we shall celebrate.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Good Things are Here
I am in the middle of baking some Zucchini Bread, with sugar and spices laid out all over the table.
There is a beef roast in the crock pot as well.
A knock on the door from our latest mail carrier.
I believe she is the permanent one until the routes get revised again.
Anyway, I had to sign for a package from another country.
Husband bought some ADDI crochet hooks from E-Bay!
sizes 2.0mm through 6.0mm = a total of NINE
FOR ME!!!
I am hyper-ventilating with glee!
already plotting which yarn goes with each hook
Good Golly! what a Gift!
However, the oven is pre-heated, and my tv show won’t be for an hour yet, so I had better get the bread mixed and into the oven.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Thursday, July 09, 2009
One Way We Disagree
The other afternoon, Husband and I got together to clear out the silverware holder. There are only two of us living here now, yet the utensils overflow and it seemed like we were always sorting through.
Back in the olden days, a newly engaged couple would register their pattern for the flatware, but that could never happen at our house. We have different expectations when it comes to what we are willing to hold and work with in our hands.
Our utensils are a hodgepodge of wedding gift, inherited, whatever we bought at yard sales, or leftovers from what the sons used in the sandbox or carried off to their apartments.
So, we set out all the butter knives.
He chose some to keep, I chose some to keep.
Likewise with forks, spoons, soup spoons, serving spoons, and even grapefruit spoons.
There were very few we agreed on. He doesn’t like ‘corners’ on the handles. I want 4, not 3, rounded tines of the forks. He doesn’t like the ones that have such a slim handle that it could slip through the hole of the dishwasher basket. I told him to set those in with the bowl facing down.
We left each of our favorites, and will set them aside while looking for our own, and kept a few to have on hand for visitors.
this is what I carried off to the thrift store
it weighs as much as a bag of flour
Today, the silverware drawer is so much lighter that it almost fell out when I yanked on the handle.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Monday, March 09, 2009
An hour at the spillway of the reservoir
On Sunday, at church there was a small group gathered for lunch after services, but I declined the invitation to stay and eat, saying I had a date with my spouse 
While we had sandwiches at Subway on Raab, we watched through the window as gusts of wind would blow trash across the parking lot and cause waves in the water detention basin.
As we buckled back into the car, he asked if I wanted to go see the waves at Lake Bloomington?
Well, sure, we can decide what to do as a couple.
We stopped back by the house to fetch our cameras.
The drive through the country was lovely.
Many of the fields have been plowed already, waiting for a warmer day to get the seeds planted.
I love the big blue sky of the prairie.
By the time I adjusted to the change in temperature and looked around a little, Husband was already making his way closer to the water.
See that little red dot almost in the middle of the bridge?
that’s my guy
By the time I caught up with him, he was already waiting to catch just the proper ray of sunlight and gust of wind to get the picture he has already posted over at his blog
he says he was in no danger
even with wind squalls of 38mph
I did feel a need to be concerned.. .
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Friday, January 16, 2009
the Search was futile
I used up quite a bit of the morning looking for an old VHS tape I wanted to watch.
My schedule book was full this week. I had pre-arranged TA Sub jobs for M-T-W,F, Thursday Yarn Group, and Lucas was coming home some time on the shuttle bus, would need to be picked up, then chauffeured to Urbana.
So busy that I told child care to not put me on for the 14th.
Then the weather happened. Schools have been closed for days, my Yarn Group also cancelled, Lucas got in late-late on the bus. Next morning, Husband did not want to drive him across the prairie with the sun shining in his eyes, so we took him back last evening, stopping at a grocery store so he could stock up.
You can see how his cat Scratchy responded HERE
Anyway, school is off again today. I play a little game with myself when I’m home alone like this. I have to do at least two tasks of housework before I sit down for fun with yarn and movie or music.
The movie I want to watch is KOTCH with Walter Matthau.
I got my little chores done, petted Oscar awhile before he found a spot in a sunny window
and walked over to the video cabinet
where KOTCH has rested for years
except
the shelf now holds DVDs more recently purchased
my hunt began by going over to the other video cabinet
it still has VHS tapes, but KOTCH is not there
downstairs where Husband was clearing out last weekend
I did find the VHS of HOUSEBOAT starring Cary Grant
upstairs to the shelf behind the door of Joe’s old room
many VHS tapes, none with the title I want
I did find CALENDAR GIRLS and decided to settle for it
there’s a hat on the newborn peg loom
the outside temp is 5oF so I’m staying in
No sense bothering Husband at work to ask where the movie might be
when he decides something needs to move, it does
and rarely seen again
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Saturday, December 13, 2008
New Shoes for Treadmill walking
The other day while I was on the treadmill, I got a pain in the back of my left thigh, so bad that if I had not been alone in the house I would have thought somebody shot a BB at me leg.
It turned out to be a muscle cramp, knot the size of an acorn, which took what seemed like hours to walk and stretch and rub away. Not to mention two large glasses of water intake.
It made me leery of doing any more walking for awhile.
This morning after breakfast, Husband and I were again at the shoe store. We both need athletic shoes for walking the treadmill. It’s a bit embarassing, the amount of money we spent for our feet, what with the Wide sizes and the particularness of what is comfortable.
Plus the clearance shelf produced a lovely pair of warm sheepskin slippers which come up around my ankles the way I like my slippers to be. None of that style of having my heels hanging out in the cold while I sit reading the paper in the morning.
Ah well, we earn our money,
and we need good covering for our feet while we do.
I just walked what I like to call a 50 minute mile on the treadmill, and I must say that new name brand shoes in the proper size with good arch support make the exercise much more do-able than six year old shoes with a gap on the outside of the right one.
Didja see that number? Yep, the number on the screen said .25 miles with 13 minutes walk time. No way would I qualify for a competition.
I had to stop walking at 25 minutes, my left knee said long enough. The incident lingers of me going down tangled up with my bicycle since the first Sunday in August.
Getting old ain’t for sissies.
Little troubles pile up over time.
Husband tells me that the treadmill will help keep infirmity from coming too soon. He’s got much more willpower than I do.
He says his new shoes are also bringing a different perspective on walking.
It’s a gray clouds and blowy afternoon on the prairie.
I’m real glad I can stay indoors yet still be able to feel like I did something good for my body. A treadmill and athletic shoes are a nice investment when I look at it just so.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Same Ol’ Saturday Stuff
I’m not sure if anything going on is blog-worthy.
Yup, just the ordinary happenings of a couple empty nest folks.
We went out for breakfast and the waitress said she ‘almost’ put in our order before coming over to ask. As it happens, we did request our usuals, regular coffee in both cups, and the #1 for me and #2 for DOF. Although two weeks ago, I asked for a Gypsy skillet.
After breakfast, while on that side of town, we went to the shoe store. Husband got a new pair of the same type of Rockports, while I had to order a proper size pair of shoe boots, suitable for snowy weather yet comfortable enough for climbing on and off the school bus when I work as a Job Coach for students on the Work/Study program.
Home again, where we whiled away the afternoon looking at computer screens and reading magazines when we took time for a snack. Not much in the way of chores done today at all.
Husband remembered something he wanted from WallyWorld, and asked if I wanted to come with. We must be a little bit crazy to go to the big box store on a Saturday evening during holiday shopping frenzy time.
Our cashier was pleasant through it all.
Since that store did not have a weekly planner of the type I like, we thought we might try the bookstore. We haven’t been there in months. I found a planner which might do when I’m desperate enough, but with still three weeks left of the year, I will keep looking.
We decided to make it a real date and get lattes and dessert, even though we hadn’t had supper yet. Although we both were reading in the cafe, neither one of us bought anything. I hear that other folks do the same thing, use the cafe as a sort of library for borrowed materials.
I carefully put the magazine back on the rack.
At home again, as we were unloading the car in the driveway, I heard another car start its engine out on the street.
Walking through the house, I could make out a shadow of a tall young man looking under the hood of a dark color car. When I called out a name, he said he wasn’t him, but then I knew who he is….an old friend of youngest son Chris. They played in a band together for awhile.
If we had been five minutes later getting home, we would have missed him!
We invited him in to catch up on his news, put on the tea kettle, and I fixed us grilled cheese sandwiches and steamed broccoli for supper.
After he left for his hour drive back, I called my sister Danna in Ohio.
She says she loves the purple and teal knitted hat,
and that our mom has quite an outbreak of shingles so she is on an anti-viral medication for a month.
Now, Husband is on the treadmill and I am about to do the dishes.
Yup, a most ordinary Saturday, for us anyway.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Date Night, Friday Night
When Husband asked if I wanted to go to the store with him, I knew he was saying Wal*Mart, because it means he can get almost everything on his list.
I said sure. I mean what else would there be for me to do alone on a Friday evening?
Other than the dishes, which happened to be left overnight, scattered all over the kitchen counter and stove, not even rinsed or anything, until I loaded the dishwasher a few minutes ago. Sometimes the weekend means relax, okay?
The rest of you folks have no idea about shopping with my spouse. I’m not quite sure why he even asks me to come along, because it is one of the few times he goes into ‘single focus mode’.
He organizes a list according to walking in the front door, taking the first aisle on the left, then getting the items as he circles the departments and store shelves, ending up at a lane farthest from the door we came in.
If I have an item or two to buy from some other department, I try not to stray too far from the cart. When separated happens, we usually end up on the cell phones.
Last evening, tho, I only had plain white index cards to add, and he had something else from that shelf, so we stuck together.
He was also in a good mood, which isn’t often after a long work week. Little comments about oddities or advert signs, a sideways glance at a pretty lady.
At the checkout lane, we put our goodies on the belt, then I stepped around to the front to be able to grab the bags as they circled, while he dealt with the payment machine.
He read aloud the question; “Was your cashier friendly today?” The cashier was about the age of our sons, and looked weary.
As he punched the key for a definite YES, I dryly mentioned that so far the girl hadn’t said a word, but she was scanning the items well enough. Sometimes I can play the crabby wife to the hilt.
I was watching her reaction to this, but she was busy with her hands manipulating boxes to find the bar code.
Husband looked over at me and with a somewhat edgy voice responded,
“Hey, even if she SNARLS at me, I ain’t gonna rat her out to the MAN!”
Having lived with him all these years, I’m used to this, and I already knew he was in a good mood, so this was all in fun for him. A Friday night shopping trip with the missus needs a little comedy.
At his words and accent, the girl grinned from ear-to-ear.
Then I watched the line of red ring her neck and the blood flooded up and across her cheeks all the way to the hairline. I think even the tip of her ponytail went pink.
I “scolded” Husband, saying he had made her blush.
He looked back at her and saw the beautiful smile.
She says blushing has happened all her life, but I said we can’t help what Nature gives to us.
She was still grinning as she prepped for the next customer and we wheeled our cart away.
As we were putting groceries into the trunk of the car, Husband said she will probably be smiling the rest of the night, all because some old guy said there was good service.
Yes, we had a very ordinary, old married folks kind of evening.
I hope the young clerk will also remember the scene fondly.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Saturday, November 17, 2007
He’s got Pictures Aplenty
My Husband, aka Decrepit Old Fool
has put up a photo album of our anniversary getaway.
sidenote—there are more than a hundred photos in the album
We were in Hannibal, Missouri, the first week of November.
Some of the time, the best pictures I got with my little camera were of him taking pictures with his own
such as this one up on the hill called Lovers’ Leap
(note how he uses his cap to shade the camera lens)
when he got this (the monument to the young lovers)
Go on over and have a looksee at what he’s laid out.
You’ll be glad you did!
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Working the Leg Muscles
After sitting for a 3 hour ride, the town of Hannibal, Missouri was a welcome sight.
We needed to get out of the car and move around awhile.
The end of the street looked promising.
There were steps leading past a park, up to a lighthouse.
More Working the Leg Muscles... below the fold
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Away we is going for our Anniversary
Before I go out of town until Wednesday,
I guess I should give some Filler as an update:
My words have been scarce ‘round these parts, but I’ve been having a Whee of a time elsewhere.
I worked 4 days as a TA Sub in 3 different school buildings. I coulda answered another request for Thursday, but that was the morning I helped with childcare in the church nursery during the Moms Bible Study time. I sure do love being with the littles, even for only 2 hours.
The Needlework Group at the Senior Center is getting ready for a Craft Sale coming Thursday 08 November. The coordinator is real good at details, so we’ve been really busy. This is folks where I am the youngest person in the room, so I’m getting pretty good at figuring out what it is she wants moved.
This morning, I was a Volunteer for a Red Cross Blood Drive.
We got 44 Units! way over the goal.
The cute thing about this is, I’m a day early for donation, but while I was gone, Husband said the phone rang with somebody wanting me to set up an appointment. He said when he told her I was being a volunteer, there was an odd silence at the other end. I plan to go next Saturday to a different church and see if the goodies in the Canteen are as tasty as ours.
The high school across town had a Craft Sale today. I went mainly to get ideas about current prices for some of the handwork the Seniors will be putting on display next week. Of course I bumped into old acquaintances at least twice and had to stand around awhile to chat. (the plantar fasciitis of my left foot is howling in protest, even though all the hours at the Blood Drive and Craft Sale did not add up to one shift of being at my job)
One odd happening there was I had just paid for a little ornament and was walking away from the booth. A woman oh, my age give or take a couple years, approached and asked if she could ask me something. At my nod, she asked how old I am. I’ve learned, being a TA, to give open-ended responses so that the student does not feel put down. So I answered what year I was born. She seemed quite disappointed. I waited for her to go on, I mean, after such a grand beginning, there has to be more to the story.
Well, it seems that her friend from college, who has now lived in another country for 25 years, had a baby girl while they were young, and the baby was given for adoption. This woman, standing beside me, had been looking all these years for someone who would look like she could be her friend’s daughter. Apparently, I fit the description, except the baby was born in 1967, so I’m definitely too old.
At this news, I’m thinking that if I still look like age 40, as tired as I was at that minute, then I must be doing something right with washing my face and never smoking cigarettes.
Then she got all embarrassed that she had bothered me at all. I told her that I was born in the same town as my mother and grandma, so I know where I come from and I’ve only lived here with my husband since 1983.
I guess me and my playground voice were working over time. Someone else came up, a stranger to both of us, and began talking about how folks can look like others we want to be seeing. She said everybody loses someone they would like to meet again. A small world for sure.
Husband and I are going on a delayed anniversary trip to Hannibal, Missouri—the land of Mark Twain.
It’s close enough for an easy 4 hour drive, there’s a bunch of history to see and do, and neither of us has ever been there before, so we won’t be comparing notes.
For our jobs, I clicked myself Unavailable for days and he is using vacation time which might have been deleted later.
The youngest son (age 22) will practice responsibility for the house and the cats.
I would love to be able to write something more sincere and interesting, but the energy doesn’t extend so far. Although someone told me today that plenty of pictures will be expected as soon as possible.
There are plenty of pictures on my camera chip. Getting them from there to here also needs effort I ain’t got.
Which reminds me, I’d better at least put them into a folder on the computer to clear the way for more during travel. And charge the battery for camera and cell. And find my other jacket—last I saw it was at the bottom of the laundry chute. Doggone—that means at least 2 loads to put through the machines.
Gotta Go! Trip preps are calling!
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Saturday Happenings
A fun weekend this has been so far!
Friday afternoon there was an end-of-semester gathering at the C.o.B. Dean’s house, complete with yummy hor d’oeuvres and choice of drinks. Husband and I had a nice time. She lives in a tastefully decorated home in a lovely neighborhood.
That evening we stayed in, watching NUMB3Rs on tv, eating popcorn and drinking root beer.
I crocheted two crosses to tuck into graduation cards. This is a lean year for those. In 2003, I had 16 names on my list.
Saturday morning was our breakfast date. I surprised the waitress by ordering the #3 breakfast with biscuits and gravy, rather than my usual #1 with pancakes.
Then we ran an errand to Dick’s Sporting Goods, looking for bicycle parts. The one shown here will be going to Middle Son, Lucas. Even though it was in good condition, it is being upgraded to Excellent, since the kid uses a bike as his primary means of transportation (aka he has never bothered to get a driver’s license or own a car).
Across the street to W*LM*RT for the rest of the shopping list.
While the mister was in the hardware aisle, I scooted over to pick up A Hundred Miles or More, the latest cd by Alison Krauss.
I received a check in the mail, so it was burning a hole in my pocket.
I also cruised through the crafts department. Our store is going to be re-modeled, and the craft corner will be closed. Several items are going on Clearance. I grabbed up 9 skeins of yarn at $1 each to store in my stache stash box.
When we got to the checkout, I reached for the little bar to separate Husband’s stuff from my stuff. He took it away, said he would pay. Consider the cd as a Mother’s Day gift. Around here, yarn on clearance is a given.
So there is still cash in a bank envelope in the zipped pocket of my purse. I might need it for when I leave town the end of the month.
At home, I put the cd into the stereo and began baking oatmeal cookies. This activity is high on the list of my favorite things to do. Half the batch is going to a dinner this evening at church, and half stays home for us.
Meanwhile, Husband has the bicycle up on the repair stand on the patio. We keep going in and out of the house to talk and see what the other is doing. I tried going out to eat lunch at the table, but he was spraying lubricant on the chain. He came inside with an inner tube in his hands, but I didn’t want new plastics anywhere near food which will be going out to the public.
As the afternoon goes on, the sun seems hotter. We are really missing the shade from the three trees we had cut down last fall. We’re supposed to wait awhile before we plant new ones.
Gonna go now. Hope your weekend is going well!
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Saturday, March 24, 2007
One Little Name on a List
Newspapers got such a name because what was reported in them noticed the unusual happenings, making what was written seem so much different from what is considered normal living. It was NEWS, the stories about robbery or accidents, or floods.
It wasn’t until recent times for the ‘feel good’ stories.
I suppose it had something to do with the cost of paper and ink.
After awhile, a notice in the paper became a necessary step of getting something to become legal, making sure all parties concerned had a chance to speak up to claim debt.
When my husband became Executor of his dad’s estate, the lawyer’s assistant saw to it for the little ad in the Classified Section to get printed.
When I was taking a class in Illinois State Government, I asked the Instructor about the Legal Notices for all kinds of situations, like beginning a business or adoption of a child.
So many requirements get written about in itty-bitty type in a newspaper.
I suppose this says something about the way my thoughts tend to lean toward the shady side of life.
KUDZU Click on picture for full comic
As soon as I bring in the newspaper on a Sunday morning, I sort through and find the section where the DIVORCE notices are listed. It’s not usually in the same place as the Obituaries, although Death of a Marriage can be just as important. I look in the paper because their website does not Update such information until Monday. There is a business to maintain, after all, so buying a paper means we get it sooner than logging online.
Anyway, a few times in the Sunday edition, there have been names I know on the list of Divorces. At least one, I knew it was coming, so seeing it in print was the Finale of some hateful bickering.
Another was merely my acquaintance, but I worry about their school-age children.
The third was so sad that I began crying into my oatmeal. The guy did not see it coming.
Last Fall, it so happened that I ran into him at the bakery about a week after his wife left, taking their daughters with her to her father’s house, and leaving her husband a handwritten letter. He was making excuses for her, saying she was so emotional that she couldn’t talk to him face-to-face. My own opinion is a coward running hard and fast.
We ended up sitting for an hour on the bench in the front of the store while he poured out his life’s story and his heartache. We were so long together, he was so choked up, that the bakery owner came over to see if everything was alright.
I’m not an expert marriage counselor or anything, he just needed a somewhat amicable, though not so familiar, buddy to talk with.
Their name was on the Divorce list last week. I’d estimate about six months paperwork to wipe away 16 years as a family.
Heaven knows, much as I love my spouse, there have been times when I didn’t feel like I should even bother to turn the car into the driveway. My own mother did not believe that George and I would still be together a year after the wedding. For our 25th anniversary, she wrote a note in the card about how she didn’t think we would last, but we proved her wrong.
Even after 26 years, every once in awhile, I’ll get up in the morning and stare out the window at the beauty of Nature in the backyard, then promise myself that one more day will set things right again. I can’t stay mad much longer than a day, I like hugging too much.
And with menopause, the hormones are not wreaking havoc every month, so I’m trying to mellow without getting too ritualistic.
Plus, there’s that little spot in the back of my mind that tells me to not let my name be in the newspaper on the Divorce list.
Somebody in the county could be reading the paper over breakfast and have a shock like a needle jabbed into her heart.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Monday, February 26, 2007
Where’d the weekend go?
The phone did not ring this morning to call me in to be a TA Sub. Just as well, I didn’t want to have to make the decision to go out into the weather or to have my husband alone most of the day.
He says he would be fine, but I tend to hover.
Ya see, the story is, we had a couple days of the weekend kinda zipped out of life.
What began as the usual trip for Saturday morning breakfast got side-tracked when Husband felt a sharp twinge in his right side.
At first I thought it to be appendicitis.
Several tests and specimens at the ER proved it to be a kidney stone. He was admitted Saturday evening, passed the stone Sunday morning, and we got home mid-afternoon.
Right after we ate something for lunch, each of us took a nap.
This morning, we got up and went for breakfast. It was like a Saturday, except how pale the skin of his head looks.
The outing about did him in.
It’s good he decided to use a Sick Day.
He’s taking a nap, with Oscar all curled up on the bed beside him.
Maybe I’ll do the same on the couch so I don’t bother them.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Find his view about the last couple days at Decrepit Old Fool