Archive for November, 2013

My Lid is Off

Posted in Uncategorized on November 25, 2013 by drycreekherbs


Len and I bought new iPhones. Driving to the Apple Store, Len said, “This is my last phone!” I just looked at him and said, “Not me. I figure I get at least four more.” He is really into the ‘last’ syndrome. He talks about his last car, last dog, etc. It freaks me out. I feel like I had better make an appointment at the Bruce and Stiff Funeral Home and make some plans! And speaking of preparing for the end, some many years ago, Len asked me out of the blue, “What should I do you’re your dollhouse if you die first?” It sort of took me off guard…and I dismissed the question—but as the years have passed I have wondered what will he do with it? This spiffy work of art has all my girl friends in it as well as my dog Abbey, and Len! I am the Madame….I spent hours researching bordellos, red light districts, and cribs—I made all the draperies and bed linen…it is really exquisite. But it needs a designation…not the kind of thing you will to a child. Some way or another I determined that there is a bordello museum in San Angelo, TX—Miss Hattie’s Bordello Museum on 18 ½ East Chico Ave. I called them and imagine this…they want it! Now I am kind of sad about it leaving but it is getting a little worn here…kittens over the years have slept inside; the wiring has a short; and the landscaping is hard to care for so it is time. The Director said he would come and get it but I want to deliver it…it really is sad for me…I made it through graduate school working on it. Time to let go of so many things. It may be time but it is sad.


And speaking of letting go….it is also time to say good bye to the 238 holy cards I have been collecting also since grad school.I have so many pretty ones dedicated to all the big saints but also girl and boy scouts, priests, nuns, friends, etc. I’ve been keeping them in a decorative box but no one sees them. So an idea has been hatched. I am sending all of them, unannounced to my former grad school suite mate, Tish. She is a mega Catholic. We haven’t kept in touch, which is my loss,…and I don’t even know that she is going to like this ‘gift.’ She used to chastise me about the collection making it known that holy/prayer cards are not like baseball cards. I plan to enclose a letter with my idea for her new holy card ministry…I am thinking that she could see that they are given out with birthday cards or the like…I hope she will do it for me. I am going to tell her she can’t send them back. A few days have passed and the holy cards are gone! It is the first of many things I must let go.  

Tomorrow Len and I are driving back to SAT for the 5th time in 6 weeks…we will stop and see Mom for about a half an hour then dinner at the Liberty Bar and Grill, then on to see the Spurs play the Celtics at the AT&T Center. Spurs won but not the slaughter I hoped to see. Tasty margaritas served from Taco Bell.

Friday I am having an MRI on my breasts. I am saying I am not afraid. However, I am nervous about it for these reasons. I just did glib remarks about my journey with cancer, which is an open invitation for disaster; I feel good; I have never had once since my diagnosis; and cancer is so damned mean, it might just have come back. My oncologist said she didn’t find anything with the scheduled exam; the lab work was fine, but that my kind of cancer is sneaky and pushy so she wants to stay ahead of it. Creeps me out. OK, as indicated time has past and hooray, the MRI came back with nothing showing up. Honestly, this was the first time since the treatment, that I was really spooked.


I miss Steph so much…I am greedy with laughs. We just zipped along IH 35 eating and laughing—we went to San Antonio and stayed at Belinda’s condo guest suites…B took us for fine Tex Mex and good conversation. Steph now sees where I want to move…sorta want to move. We looked at the 2 bedrooms on the 11th floor. BIG BUCKS. Then when I get back home to the thicket on the dry creek I realize how blessed I am. Steph and I always take a couple of photos to commemorate our visit….This year we spent a lot of time at Denny’s up and down the interstate…the last was the one in Jarrell. It is one of two Denny’s in the US that serves beer….I think I have written this previously.


Time before last that I was in San Antonio, I went with Belinda, James, and Carol for Belinda’s pre-baptism. Her family had her baptized into the Church of Christ—she married James a good Catholic boy…so according to the Catholic church they have been living in sin…her Catholic Class has been interesting. I am not sure that she and James are interested in getting married again with the Mother Church’s blessings. I admire her for her tenacity and she is a seeker…both good. I am wanting her to have a first communion and wear a white frock and veil. I won’t miss that on a bet. Afterwards James treated us to lunch at Paesanno’s Italian Restaurant.


Thinking about the Ames Brothers song, That Old Gang of Mine. My book club gang is splintering away. Patty sold her house and is moving to Colorado. She is smart to be taking charge of her life–I admire her and I hope I can do that instead of having Baby David move me into a trailer on the back forty with a part-time sitter who drinks beer all day and smokes too.


I saw this on Facebook and it just cracks me up. Oh to have the nerve to do some of these things. One time Jackie and I stood outside the HRD door with our backs pressed against the wall. When anyone would come out the door, we would jump up and down yelling, “Surprise.” Hardly anyone thought it was as funny as we did…mostly they were scared! Damn, we laughed so hard.


This last week the Killeen Birthday Club celebrated the November birthdays….I couldn’t hear a thing. Jackie gave me a card that had speaking but I couldn’t tell what it said till the next day—it was hilarious. Here’s the point, I am going to be miserable the more hearing loss I get. Bette and Penny couldn’t hear too much either.  

I am making Chicken Gnocchi soup—and this morning I made two bundt cakes. Winter weather comes along and I want to bury nuts in the ground, start fires, and stay in my robe all day.

I used to go around saying, “Leap and the net will appear.” But now I think since Len has bought his last phone and soon his last car, we should start taking up Buckee’s Travel Store philosophy, “Live life with the lid off.” I like that. IMG_8885.JPG

Kiss My Foot

Posted in Uncategorized on November 18, 2013 by drycreekherbs

BW feet.jpgThis entry is about the status of my feet and the history of my feet. It is called Kiss My Foot or Foot Fetish. These are my random thoughts – out of order – and somehow significant in tonight’s life reflections.   

So, here it is with my feet. In the past year they have become boney, hard, and big. I wore a 7 ½ for about 10 years, then an 8 ½, then a 9 ½, and now in my 67th year I wear a 10! That is a big foot. Happily my heels aren’t cracked and I have relatively thin ankles….something my mother thinks shows good breeding (hahaha)…my 67 year-old bunion looks pretty knotty, but doesn’t hurt– but the worst of it is my overall foot boniness.

To digress still again. I taught middle school exactly one year…lots to make me know it wasn’t for me. There was one special education student who was not in any of my classes. He had a severe language disorder. He liked to talk to me or really at me. Early on in the year when I had hall duty, he did a lot of gesturing to my feet….I remember exactly what I had on and the spiffy little (8 ½ then) pale pink, open-toed shoes. He kept pointing and gesturing, so in frustration, I took my shoe off…thinking something was on my shoe…God only knows why…this is when I noticed he was aroused. Hence, the Kiss My Foot title. He did not kiss my foot, of course, but I learned he had a foot fetish and I never took my shoes off again in front of him. What on earth was I thinking, anyway?

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I also recall getting my feet legally radiated at the Buster Brown shoe store by sticking my feet in the X-ray machine the size of a nuclear plant…that was common to shoe stores in the day. No wonder I got cancer….

My parents took me to Monterey, Mexico when I was about 12. I don’t remember much except riding a mean donkey to a waterfall called Horseshoe Falls. I wore a chintz, floral dress with a peter pan collar on that donkey (I wonder if I made the choice or Mother?). At the waterfalls there were gypsy beggars. The gypsy, I remember, had her shoes cut open to let her bunions and bunionettes escape. This made an impression on me. I guess I am lucky my bunion doesn’t hurt….just looks like a hoof…ask Delanie! I hope I don’t get into cutting open my shoes. My roommate, Patt—her grandmother had her little toe cut off because it ‘bothered’ her. Things like that happen when you get old. I think it is that, “Screw it,” mentality which I am starting to understand.

When I was little (3-4 ½ years-old) I lived in Okinawa. I THINK I wore Geta shoes—with wooden platforms but maybe that is my fanciful imagination or they were souvenir shoes. For sure I wore Tabi slippers…this I can document if I get the photo from Mom.

Once when I lived at Scott AFB, Illinois, I was playing horse in front of our apartment. That means you run like a horse and make horse noises like, “Neighhhhhh.” It is complicated and takes lots of practice to get the pronunciation right. Ok, anyway, as any good horse, I was ‘jumping’ over hurdles…in this case, a a broken, wooden coffee table. Not a coordinated horse, I put my foot through the broken wood and had to go to the emergency room. I have a scar.

Really, how much more can a person write about their feet? This is classic brainstorming.

Mother’s feet are twisted and look like they hurt a lot. I want to cry about this because I have just left her today and she is kinda miffed with me. Miffed because I wear dresses that look like Monk outfits according to her….aka a habit… and because I can’t hide that I feel tied down when I am there.

I didn’t realize that Cee’s Mom, Maddie Lee, was weird about her feet. On a visit, during cocktails, I told the witty story about a San Antonio sensational…a maniac, who threw women down, pulled their shoes off and sucked their toes. Maddie Lee nearly fainted. Always know your hosts phobias when choosing cute stories.

Lme get back to my boney feet. I love reflexology until the therapist bends my toes backward until I scream. How can that really be good for you? And how is it I can’t communicate that I DID NOT drive to Austin, to pay money, to be really injured ?This is how the Chinese will get us in the end….killing us through the foot.


On foot products: Over the years I have purchased foot creams, sprays, devices, pads, salves, razors, and stones. All in all, the best, all-time product can only be purchased in Europe, Canada, or online…this is because of the ingredient, Podexine, that I believe is related to Muriatic Acid 🙂 …guaranteed, repaired feet. Used regularly, you get soft, pink baby feet.


Would I really let a bunch of fish, gara ruffa, or mini carp eat up dead skin on my feet? I hate slick fish rubbing against me. I would go mad. Once when we were in Hawaii, Steph took us to a beach where you fed fish. I said repeatedly…”These fish will not rub against me, right?” I am so gullible. She assured me not….She bought fish food that she held on to then innocently asked me if I would like to toss the food out….Trillions, of slick, slimy fish accosted me. It was almost rape. I could have walked on water. Steph and Len laughed hysterically.


Feet and germs: I love her, but Steph is just a wee bit nuts about germs. This includes toenail grooming. Must be cut short so the wicked germ can’t get under them. Every time I am going to see her I get a pedicure and ask to be cut to the quick. She almost always mentions it…”Suz, I approve of your toe nails.” Just a wee bit odd.

One of the things Stephanie and I do after drinking A LOT is to see who can spread their toes the furthest apart. This was some kind of hilarious contest we got into late at night last year in in Florida. Proves that alcohol is not good for you. Photos prove this too. We sent the photo to Sarge for judging. Sure, Len was right here but he so does NOT get it when Steph and I fall into this kinda of hilarity. Sarge voted and I won. Foot on the left. A sports commentator might say, “A simple win, a huuuuge spread, and no evidence of steroids!” I think Steph needs a miracle and a milagros to win next year’s spread-off!


So, I have exhausted this exercise in journalistic pinging. Another entry is required to write about the following:

  • Doll house donation
  • MRI: I am not afraid.
  • Stephs visit revisited
  • SAT dinner with Belinda
  • Trips to SAT
  • Mom’s irritated with me
  • Belinda at St. Peter the Prince
  • Tango painting/jitter bug painting.
  • Buckee’s philosophy similar in context to Leap and the Net Will Appear
  • Diego’s private Frisbee tutoring

Photos I Used in Presentation

Posted in Uncategorized on November 3, 2013 by drycreekherbs

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I am Lovin’ Today—

Posted in Uncategorized on November 3, 2013 by drycreekherbs

It’s just one of those meatloaf and mashed potatoes kinda day….stay in the PJs till noon drinkin’ coffee and dreamin’ up little projects I may never get around to doin’. Yep, a meatloaf and mashed potato day. I made three pans….one large for Len and me, and two minis for Mom….I can’t wait till they are done. I am hungry—because today is the first day after day light savings switch over. And because I am always hungry.

Before I get too metaphoric I’d better capture the big events of this past week. The biggest – the Bra Brunch for Cancer IMG_8703.JPG IMG_8707.jpg Awareness. I am proud to say I never had stage fright although I did talk about it


before hand and sought out prayerful buddies…maybe that is why I didn’t have stage fright and that like Ann said, “Who could say I was wrong?” It was my story and I did a good job….I even got a standing ovation. I used these photos to depict the journey. The best surprise was seeing Dr. L., my surgeon, who at one time was a chunky fellow…Shazaaaam, he is thin as a reed now and looking like a hottie! I wonder if he had banding, he looks good and loved being complimented. They auctioned off the bras the men wore and I bought his for $150.00. Actually, it was the least cute of all the bras. Each man modeled while the MC described the bra by name and what the model’s reason for his passion about breast cancer. It was all done appropriately and raised money for the American Cancer Association. All the survivors in attendance signed this pumpkin for me….I love it. I also had the posse gals sign it.


I went back to San Antonio for another doctor appointment for Mom…It is the right thing to do but it sure is a lot of interstatetravel. I get to stop at Buckees coming and going and that means a Watermelon Icee. Very tasty.


Len and I went over to the Bell County Expo today for some AKC Dog Agility viewing. Diego would be so good at this if we were good trainers. Alas we aren’t He is sitting in his newly-purchased Mexican chair…but only for treats. He needs a bigger chair!

On Halloween, the nurses and I dressed up for the patients—When I would go up to a chair, I would say, “I am Miss Kitty from Gunsmoke.” They always said, “We know.” Must be my alter ego.

Hello Journal –Poor Neglected Friend

Posted in Uncategorized on November 2, 2013 by drycreekherbs

From a week ago….


I am sitting on the bed in ‘my’ bedroom at Mother’s….I am trying to stay out of the housekeeper’s way and squeeze in some much needed self-therapy. I need this writing even though it is disjointed, irrelevant, and insufficient. And a bunch of other dis, irr, and ins…. Partly I am here because I have the ceiling fan going 300 miles an hour…hot flashes at Mom’s are previews of hell. She has no fat so she gets cold very easily…the thermostat is set on 78; it is humid; I am wearing jeans; and I am fat. I am at medium well-done right now and I have two more hours before I take Mom to the doctor.

Let me get the fat whining out of my system first. I lost about 5-6 pounds while I was in Mexico because I ate right, walked miles each day, and drank a lot of water. Since I have been home, only 21 days, I have gained 10 pounds. When I walk, it feels and looks like I have gallon-sized, water-filled, zip-lock bags strapped to my midsection and inner thighs. I disgust myself. I get in the car and my mind goes on a search mode for fast food. I am deep into instant gratification. I have to talk to Stephanie fast or maybe I will go see the geriatric psychologist that Belinda’s Mom goes to see. I really want to do that but I am really scared she will ask me questions about what month it is; who the secretary of state is; what I ate yesterday; etc. I won’t know. Then what will I do? I figure I will spiral down hill and that just isn’t convenient right now.

In two days I do my ‘speaking’ at the Cancer Awareness Bra Brunch. Ooops, I need to send Carol the article while she is recuperating. I love you Carol. I wish I were up in Massachusetts helping to take care of her….from the texts I think she would prefer some sleep and peace….one more helper might be too much. OK, back to my cancer story. I don’t want to be nervous, I want to make sense, I want to have an impact, I want it over. My enemy is responsibility and accountability. I am done with those pesky job-related elements. Done.

Ann graciously has helped me organize my thoughts and made suggestions. I give her this: She is SMART and she loves helping….she is generous with her time. Speaking of which….Friday I had lunch with Eartha, Bill, and Anita. Eartha was my HRD confidant….We told Bill a lot of secrets I had kept from him while we were all working. It was fun to remind him that he can’t keep secrets, which is why he was NOT told. Anyway, I told them after a bit of reflection, that I knew exactly who I would call if I had a big problem….my KISD posse, Eartha, Bill, Ann, Kate, Jackie, Barbara, Belinda, Eva, etc. Those folks can make anything happen creatively and with ‘wow’ results.

I am bird walking today….I haven’t been processing clearly. So, what else? While I was brainstorming with Ann at Starbucks, Dr. P came in for a caffeine fix….he joined us—told us about a book he is reading—Zealot, the Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth

I downloaded it. I didn’t realize the author was a populist seeker…that’s what I am calling him. He was a Christian, now a Muslim. So I am reading it—I should be reading the Bible, but this is the order I am doing my seeking. Belinda says there is another interesting book called Misquoting Jesus. I am thinking I might be more of what Fr David called,”….a Sylviaist.” That is someone who more or less makes up what they believe as their own doctrine….as in Sylvia thinks this, that, or the other. Smart Sally is going back to school to study Theology…the right way to do seeking. Me, I just stumble and fall, never completing the lap.

I am taking a class at UT…not for credit, of course. It is one of their Informal Classes that I just love. This one is called Cultures in Contact: Spain, Mexico, and the American Southwest. This is really stimulating –it is about the interactions among the Muslims, Christians and Jews—the cultural pluralism or the convivencia, relating to history, religion, art, music, literature, etc. The professor is easy to follow and enthusiastic which makes it worth the drive. Three Thursdays evenings, 6:30-8:30. Amazing….Shelly and Tom are enrolled too—but Tom fell and broke his leg so I don’t know if they will get to come. I hope so.


I am plagued by my inability to speak Spanish. I bought hat Rosetta Stone software two years ago and have yet to break open the cellophane. How bad is that? I overheard some Anglos talking at the Saturday Organic Market in SMdA….the woman was telling her man friend that she can’t communicate at all….he said, “All you really need to know is how to say numbers and how to point.” Maybe I should start there.

Other SMdA wisdom from Larry: I was lamenting about my ugly shoes and he said, “In SM, shoes aren’t part of fashion.” I love that and from a man. Lucky Camie has been inducted into the Water Aerobics Class of Fame—I love that class and group of women. I need to go to the local community senior center…it is just such a pain to get in the car and drive 20 minutes one way—also the teacher is mean.

It is definitely autumn—the acorns are falling and I can leave the windows open at night and sleep under my Miss Kitty blanket….that blanket makes me want to suck my thumb—it feels just like a kitten.


So Diego loves school—At Len’s request I went and took a few candid photos of Diego on the equipment. There were only three dogs present and clearly Diego was the most proficient…He loves the balance beam, hurdles, A frame, and the tube. He is still leery of the see-saw when it hits the ground –it scares him and he wants to jump off. I see a dog park out in the pasture — coming soon.

It is time to ‘DO’ mother’s hair…I am glad she still has the interest in her appearance.