Monthly Archives: September 2007

 


AA The cast


I’m having a problem with this bad boy!


Everytime I prop it up, something happens to bring it down!


So I asked my good doctor if I really needed to keep it up all the time —


And he said it was fine for me to walk on it!


(“No Boston Marathons, Mary Ann, but it won’t hurt it for you to walk on it!”


So this is good news indeed. 

I think that there are some built in constraints —
like pain and swelling —
that will help me be a little conservative in what I try to do,
but I am reassured by the knowlege that walking on it will not keep it from healing!


I think I shall go iron some curtains!
  Eldest Son is getting special company this week,
so there are things I am itching to do!

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Our Girl Audrey is a combination of many delightful things.  For one thing, she loves Indian vases.  Several months ago, she misunderstood my friend from www.xanga.com/libreriaelfaro  when she gave her some fresh flowers after church to bring home.  OGA thought that the gift was the vase.  The gift was the flowers, and the vase was one which had much nostalgic value for LEF. 


 Audrey's Vase


 


What a mess we were in for a while until one day, I saw on Sweet Dominie’s (www.xanga.com/dominie) site something that made me think that just maybe, she could find an acceptable replacement for the vase that was causing all the trouble.


So I messaged her, sent her the picture of “Audrey’s vase” and asked her if she would consider keeping her eyes open for something that could replace this vase in Audrey’s affection.


What a wise and understanding friend is Sweet Dominie.  She went straight away to the task, and started keeping her eyes open at many different stores.  There came a day when she took picures of some of the vases, and sent them to us for Audrey to look at and choose.  The minute Audrey saw the one with the bird on it, she was settled. 


 “I like that one!” she said in her determined way.  I liked it very much, too, but encouraged her to look at the others that Dominie had photographed.  “They’re pretty,” she would agree, “But I like the one with the bird better.”


So Sweet Domine packaged the vase up and shipped it out.  Today, Certain Man got the mail, and brought in the package. 


“What in the world is this all about?” he questioned with his puzzled look.  “We don’t even know this person!” 


 AA the package


“Oh, yes, we do!” I caroled happily.  “That is Audrey’s vase from my friend in Arizona!”  He looked at me expectantly.


“I’m going to let Audrey open it,” I told him.  “I think she would enjoy that very much.”


So when she got home, I said, “Audrey. Come here.  What do you think came in the mail today?”  She came over to the counter where I was helping Eldest Daughter with some Pizza sauce.


“I ‘on’t know,” she said in her typical fashion.  “What?”


I pulled the box over in front of her.  “What do you think this is?”


Her face broke into the biggest grin.  “Is that my vase?  I bet it’s my vase!”


“I believe it is.  Do you want to open it?”  Did she ever!!!   She got right into the box, and started unpacking.


AA Audrey works some more


“They really packed this good!” she grunted.


“I know,” I said.  “Dominie had the people pack it for her.  She didn’t want it to get broken!’


 


AA Audrey works


With much tugging and pulling, she finally got it unwrapped.


 


AA Audrey and her vase 3


Oh, Joy!  Oh, Delight!  It was exactly like the picture she had seen! 
(Audrey hates to have her picture taken, so I was pretty pleased with how these two turned out.)



AA Audrey and her vase 2


For some reason, when I put the camera up to take a picture, she sobers up.  I finally gave up trying to get one of her broadest smile.  But she was so pleased.  She even wanted me to take the flowers out of the other vase (It went home tonight, to my great relief!) and put them into her new one and take a picture of them.  So here is that finished result:


AA Audrey's Vase


So, Sweet Dominie, Thank you from both of us!  It is a beautiful vase, and OGA is so pleased with it.
Blessings to you, and I will get a check in the mail tomorrow!

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Our Girl Audrey is out watering the flowers again.  I have tried to tell her that they don’t need it tonight because there was rain during the night, but it is all part of keeping her stable, so I don’t object too much.  I am going to post pictures of some of the flowers that she has kept alive this year by her faithful watering. 


B  Summer Flowers


This barrel is on our back patio.  I love portulaca (moss rose) but wish that it would bloom all day instead of just when the sun is shining on it.  The portulaca took over almost everything else in there.  I had snap dragons in the middle, but they never grew very much.  They do bloom some, but not like they would under less crowded conditions.


B  Summer Flowers  front barrel


This barrel is in the front, between our garage doors.  It started with some vinca, two ivy geraniums,  some silvery drooping ivy stuff and some —- (can’t remember the name) in back.  When the flowering vinca took off, it nearly crowded everything else out.  This barrel’s color theme is pink, and it has been eye-catching.  It has too much of the flowering vinca, and fertilizing it made things worse.  I still love it, and the ivy geraniums were especially delightful to me.


B  Summer Flowers  Side Orange Garden


I had a side bed that I called my “orange” bed.  It had different kinds of orange flowers in it.  The back row was zinnias, then there were New Guiniea Impatiens, then a funny petunia kind of ground cover thing.  I don’t know the name of it, either.  Beside the colors of the other flowers, it is a peachy colored thing.  I like it, but don’t know if I would put it in again.    I actually pulled out some plants with white trumpet shaped flowers that were in front and were not supposed to be higher that 4-6″ but were over powering everything and causing my impatiens to not thrive.  


B  Summer Flowers  Peaceful garden


I call this my “Peaceful Garden.”  Certain Man planted the climbing Hydrangeas, and we put in this “el cheapo” fountain ($15.00 at Ollie’s Bargain Mart).  The flowers there grow with very little care, and the water trickles and it sounds so nice.  I like to go out to my patio, dead head flowers, pull some weeds and just relax.


 


B  Summer Flowers  hanging baskets


I had a hard time finding somewhere to put this double headed shepherd’s crook this year.  Certain Man “planted” it right in front of my weeping cherry tree, and it has prospered there.  Audrey’s daily watering has made the difference between life and death for these flowers, especially, and I am so grateful for her help!


 


In other news, The Women of Faith Conference was wonderful.  I am so glad that I had the opportunity to go, and to be with the people I was with.  We had such a good time.  I didn’t get to do some of the things I would have if my foot hadn’t been in a cast, but my daughter and my friends looked out well for me, and helped me at every turn, so that I could enjoy the conference even without all my faculties.  (That was probably more true than anyone would admit, because I did use pretty strong pain medicine and it made me feel like I was “out of it” for some of the time.)  All told, I think the foot is in as good a shape as can be expected, and I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this wonderful weekend.


 

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Evening update:  I did get in to Dr. Rowe’s office today — and I have a hard, walking cast on my foot.  The break is a slanted break in an area that the doctor feels will heal.  He said that it will take time, but it should be okay with a hard cast and keeping it immobile.  He said that I can go to Women of Faith.   (That is, if I am careful!  Do you all hear me singing a gladsome song of praise?)  A fracture a little more in the direction of my heel and he said that I would have to have had surgery — with a plate and screws and such.  That area just won’t heal without intervention.  This area, though pokey about it, should heal just fine!


I am a gal with a very thankful heart.  The story could have been so different, and God has been so good to me.  I have also decided that there will be no heroics.  I am going to try to do as much as I can from my chair and do what the Doctors say to do.  I bet I will be bored, but I am also excited about all the stuff I can do from a sitting position.  So keep me in your thoughts and prayers, and I will try to keep you all posted!

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Guess what!


I am broken!


Last night, after my small group company went home and I had gotten Blind Linda to bed, I told Certain Man that I was going to go in and have things checked out.  I wanted him to go to bed — I wanted to go alone because I really can sleep on those stretchers if no one is hovering about fussing about having to wait so long.  He thought he should go, too, but I reminded him that it really wasn’t in his best interest or mine.  This hospital is notorious for making people wait.


I got in there at 11:00 — and came home at 4:30 with a half cast/splint and orders to see my orthopedic guy today if at all possible.  The emergency room doctor is puzzled by “some things he saw . . .”  and wants it all checked out.  I know there are old fractures on that foot and a ridiculous amount of arthritis in a band around the arch – and now a broken metatarsal bone.  I am not unduly worried that there is something earth-shaking.


Would you all pray for me about something?  I am signed up for the Women of Faith Seminar in Philadelphia tomorrow and Saturday.  I’ve been so excited to be going for my very first time with some of my bestest friends  — including my Eldest Daughter and two of my cousins and two friends from church– and I really want to be able to go.  Navigating on crutches is difficult because the knee I wrenched is on the other leg, and it isn’t bearing weight very well.  I am not having alot of pain, for which I am grateful, but I want to be wise in what I choose to do.


And once again, I am so glad that it wasn’t worse.  It really could have been.

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Certain Man’s Wife Stays Home


Now it came to pass that the second Wednesday of September in the year of our Lord, 2007, was a beautiful day indeed. And Certain Man’s Wife was delighted at the opportunity to open windows and air out the house and get some things done.


She was especially looking forward to this particular day, because she was invited to a luncheon with some special friends on the lawn of a Xanga friend, Curtsellie. Indeed, she was greatly anticipating an encouraging afternoon.


It hasn’t been an exactly fun week for CMW. Somehow, though she doesn’t remember when or how, she bumped her head. She thinks it happened on Wednesday past when she went to Dover, and managed to tangle with the car door, but the details are very fuzzy in her brain. What she does know is that when she combs her hair, there is a very tender spot there. However, what really got her attention was a very stiff, very painful kink in her neck. This pain radiates out her right arm and makes many daily chores difficult. Like combing her hair. And giving showers to Blind Linda. And hanging up laundry.


Last Friday, when it first became apparent that there was a problem, she called her good Chiropractor, Dr. R, and was dismayed to hear that there were no openings at all for that day. So she took a Monday morning appointment and prayed that the weekend would be okay. Saturday was rather uncomfortable, and Sunday morning, she sat in her beloved La-Z-boy with an ice pack and tried not to cry.


Certain Man, from the other La-Z-boy looked on with concern. “Hon, do you really think you should even go to church?”


“I need to go. I have the casserole for the Leadership Team meeting. Besides, I’m afraid I will miss something important.”


“Sometimes you just have to miss.”


“I know, but it seems like every time I do, I am so sorry. Like last weekend at Retreat. Sunday morning, I was feeling more than a little depleted, and I left the service to make sure the lunch was in the oven, then just went over to my cabin and sat there for a little, and missed the best part of the whole weekend! I came in on the tail end of things, and that was sweet, but I’ve been mad ever since that I wasn’t there for the whole thing!”


Certain Man just shook his head, and said no more. He knew she wasn’t staying home. Some ice and some Advil and a prayer did their part, and she managed to get through the day quite well. Better than she expected, actually.


Then Monday morning dawned and she headed out to the Chiropractor bright and early. This was important, because Our Girl Audrey needed blood work, and in the afternoon, CMW was scheduled to have a molar pulled. Dr. R is young and exuberant and encouraging. He is daddy to six young children, and CMW likes to hear him talk about his life and his theories and his family. He was quick and efficient as he adjusted the hurting neck.


“Not only did you do a number on that neck,” he said, “you also rotated some ribs. I think I had better see you back again this week.” So an appointment was made for Wednesday morning early enough that CMW could make it to the luncheon, and then she headed out to pick up Our Girl Audrey for blood work, and eventually, ended up at the dentist’s office with great dread and trepidation.


This dentist was CMW’s Daddy’s dentist through the last years of his life. He was incredibly kind and accommodating during the last few difficult months when, in addition to the chemo and the lymphoma, The Daddy got a bad toothache. CMW trusts him as much as she would almost any dentist, but that isn’t necessarily saying anything profound. He is professional and good, but he still was pulling her molar, and there just is no fun way to do that. The procedure went well, and there was very little alarming noise on the part of the patient or the tools needed to do the extraction. It’s just that there is something so devastating about having a tooth extracted. But eventually, after sectioning it and pulling it, one root at a time, it was all done, and CMW was on her way.


So the past few days have been of the kind that made CMW want to just climb into bed and stay there. Of course, that wasn’t to be. Our Girl Audrey had an appointment in Millsboro yesterday, and CMW’s Sweet Mama was leaving on a trip, so it seemed like there were lots of things to demand attention.


Today. Ah, today! CMW was looking forward to this day!


This was the day that Youngest Daughter had a dentist appointment at 8:30. She does not have her car right now because Eldest Son is using her car while his is in the body shop. (That is another story that I am not at liberty to tell.) CMW had a Chiropractor appointment at 9:30 in Milford. Lunch at Curtsellie’s was starting at 11:00. CMW was supposed to take a dish of food to share. Then Blind Linda’s bus was late, and Our Girl Audrey was almost in reverse when it came to getting dressed. CMW sent out a frantic SOS for Middle Daughter who was just getting off work at eight, to please come and put Linda on the bus so that she could take Youngest Daughter to the Dentist appointment. Middle Daughter was cheerfully obliging.


There was general melee when Beeba’s Bug, the DART Bus and the Family Van were all occupying the driveway at the same time, but eventually, CMW and Youngest Daughter got on their way. Ten minutes late, and minus CMW’s checkbook and billfold. After dropping Youngest Daughter off, CMW flew back home to cook some eggs for the egg salad sandwiches she was taking to the luncheon. She loaded the dishwasher, and got Our Girl Audrey on her bus, listened to Middle Daughter’s account of her night, and collected her billfold and checkbook. By now, it was obvious that someone besides CMW would need to pick up Youngest Daughter and take her to school. So Middle Daughter willingly agreed to do that, and CMW was off for her appointment at the Chiropractor.


The appointment went well, and when the staff heard that she had a luncheon to attend, they were able to speed things up a little, though not enough to insure that CMW would be able to make it by 11. This concerned CMW, but a conversation with Middle Sister made her feel like being late would be better than not going, and she was looking forward to it so much, that she decided that she would persevere and go!


So, she went home and made her egg salad and put it on her homemade bread that she had remembered to set out from the freezer, and cut the sandwiches in little squares and arranged them on a Corningware tray and covered them over with plastic wrap. She turned out the lights in her house, and she gathered her stuff together. Come to think about it, she needed her camera. And maybe the batteries weren’t fresh. So she added a pack of batteries to the things she was carrying and mentally ticked off her list. Camera. Batteries. Phone. Egg salad sandwiches. Glass bottle of ice tea to drink on the way. Everything was just fine.


So she headed out the door to her van, arms full, but happy to not be any later than she was. She came around the end of the van on her way to the driver’s door when her left foot went off the edge of the concrete, and just that quick, she was on the floor of the garage. Her camera and phone bounced across the concrete, her tray of sandwiches slid unceremoniously out of reach. The glass bottle of tea landed “Ker-shlam!” but didn’t break. The left foot was doubled in half with the little toe turned under and the right knee was in a most uncomfortable position. CMW knew that there was no one that was going to come flying over and ask stupid questions, so she took her time in unraveling herself to a straight position. She laid on the hard floor and thought dismal thoughts of discouragement.


But she wanted to go to the luncheon. She wasn’t broken. She wasn’t bleeding. She was not even brush burned as far as she could tell. And she really wanted to go. So she picked herself up from the garage floor. She gathered her scattered possessions. She put things into the car, and started it and backed it out of the garage.


Once outside the garage, she began to think. Her foot was hurting. Her knee was hurting. Her shoulder and neck were still hurting. And the jaw, where the molar had come out was hurting. She looked at her poor, almost squished sandwiches and started to cry.


And she called Eldest Daughter and she didn’t answer her phone. So she cried some more and left a message that she wasn’t coming. And she called Middle Sister to see if she had left for the luncheon yet, and cried some more and told her that she wasn’t coming.


Then she put her sandwiches in the refrigerator and took her things into the house and cried some more. There were things that she needed to do, so she changed the washer and folded some laundry and swept the entry. Nothing she put on her foot felt good, but she took some strong pain medicine and rubbed everything down with Blue Emu Cream and decided that it was time to stop crying.


It was time to get perspective. There were no busted lips, no concussions, no need to call for help. Sometimes we don’t know what we have been spared by what we miss. And this is one of those times when CMW believes that she may never know the reason, but senses that she should be content in what is. Not everything in life is hers to know, though she often wishes it were.


And that is the news from Shady Acres, where there have been great expressions of sympathy and caring. Eldest Daughter came home from the luncheon with a card that brightened the day considerably, and CMW is awaiting the morrow to see if she will be able to walk.

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The news at Shady Acres is that this old lady (ME!) had to have a molar pulled yesterday.  I feel like I am dragging myself around very miserably, but I need to shake it off, because I need to take Our Girl Audrey for a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. . .


In other news, Shady Acres had over an inch and a quarter of RAIN last night.  Today is muggy and cloudy.  I love it.  More Rain is in the forcast for the afternoon and evening.


In some old news, Certain Man and I had some company on Sunday night to play some games and eat some food and enjoy some fellowship.  We enjoyed the evening immensely!  There were people we missed, but it was still a nice little gathering of friends.


B  Sunday Night  Donna and Amy


Donna and Amy came without Dale.  He was “meetinged out” from being so popular over the last few days.


B  Sunday Night Dave


Dave was pondering something extra important, I guess. 
He didn’t look quite so sober when he was playing “Greedy”


B  Sunday Night Robert


Robert listens in on a conversation. 
His words are often few and far between.


B  Sunday Night Loretta


And my friend, www.xanga.com/Thisisloretta.
She may be pondering the injustices of
having to keep score for the Quiddler game
and not winning.
Never mind, Loretta, Dear. 
We know that you could beat us all hollow if the cards were right!

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