Archive for July, 2015

So Here are My Stories

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on July 20, 2015 by drycreekherbs

Today’s stories. I have not been grateful enough. I believe I should feel gratitude like I can feel fear. I am grateful everyday for Len but I can also be irritated with him. He is the designated house saint. Right now I am grateful that Len is going after the armadillo trap. I will be grateful when said armadillo is dead. I am grateful for the peaches that finally grew on my trees….and for the cobbler I am about to eat. I am grateful for the many resources I have at my disposal….and I am exceeeeeedingly grateful that my potted gardenia bush has lots of buds!

I am wondering—why do hospitals and airplanes have patrons that look homeless? I think planes are worse, actually. People wear pajamas. I don’t like it. I think that it is imperative to dress to the max when you have a medical appointment. Not many others feel that way. Curiously, most of the chemo patients seem to put a lot of effort in how they look….it is an attitude thing…something you can control.

Maybe I have a gall bladder issue. I feel like I have something stuck under my bra’s underwire….this I am wondering because I have at least 10 friends/acquaintances who are sick, hurt, or dying. Yes, Camie, I do sound depressed. I am NOT depressed—just aware.

Tomorrow Joann and I will pick more grapes for jelly. I have never made grape jelly before; last week we picked a bushel and boiled it down for the juice. Now it is all neatly drained and frozen. Jo think’s it should be clearer. Muscadine grapes– are very tart.

Mah Jongg tomorrow.

Mom sleeps constantly. While I was home this weekend we barely communicated except for about 30 minutes using the dry erase board. She is often confused—stuck in the past with dead brothers and sisters. She doesn’t recognize her nieces and even David in photos. Please God let her go easily.

On my way to SAT I had a ‘Coke date’ with my old beau, Tom. He is an interesting man and it is always nice to see him.

Today’s shame and guilt: In New Mexico there is a woman from the St. Bonaventure Indian Mission who delivers water to a community on a Navajo reservation. This area is considered ‘water-poor’ – about 1/3 of the 50,000 households are in dire straights. The drought has exacerbated their already desperate need. I read that the average Navajo family lives on 7 gallons of water a day. I use 7 gallons every time I turn on the faucet. I am bearing up under a ton of shame. America, we have our hands full.

I am considering removing the NYT app from my phone….I am hooked and living up to my addict status. I read it every hour—at least. We are in a world of hurt and I really believe that there is little hope our country can unite enough to keep going…fall of the Roman Empire. Enough. I want to live in the bosom of joy and laughter. I keep thinking of the song, “Those Were the Days My Friends.”


It was Kind of a Unicorn Day!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on July 3, 2015 by drycreekherbs


Yesterday the glass people came to install new glass in our front doors. I was in my bathroom applying layers of face paint, when Len came in with a stunned look on his face. He whispered, “Diego’s original owner is the installer.” The story follows: Jerry, the glass installer said three plus years ago his dog was lost… he lives about three miles away. Len did all the right things to find his owner when he showed up and after a month we adopted him…shots, a chip, training, an outdoor villa, doggie pool, frequent visits to the well-dog clinic, snake avoidance training, treats of every kind, Frisbees, etc…you name it. Jerry was very nice and showed no interest in reclaiming Levi (aka Diego)…he said he was very happy that he has such a good home…Amazzzzzzzingly, yesterday was Jerry’s last day as an installer—he is going to work at HEB in the distribution center for benefits and better pay. He is about to become a father and husband. He even showed us Diego’s puppy photos…no doubt– it is Diego. We insisted he accept compensation, which he did not want. He kept saying it was clear he had a good home—oh, he also said he had seen Len and Diego several times riding around town in the red convertible. We had a great conversation…and among other things he said he ‘ran dogs’ to hunt feral pigs! OMG! Certainly Diego would have been badly hurt or killed. Yes, he has a better life. Diego showed no recognition or interest in Jerry—while all this was happening, Kenny H, Pam’s brother-in-law and window washer, was here doing the windows….we always have a lot to talk about—when I told him the Diego/Jerry story he said, “Wow, Susan you all are having a Unicorn Day!” Yes, exactly.

The past two days have been freaky wonderful. Camie told me she thought I sounded depressed from my journal…Mom situation, especially. She tells me this and she had just put down two of her three cats and is about to have hip surgery! She should be depressed. Well I’m choosing to focus on my bounty….Len, Diego, Mickey, tons of peaches, lots of good friends, earrings galore, and I ‘volunteer’ at the Church of Loving Healers (the chemo center). I get happy interactions every time I go to HEB…in fact, I can hardly wait to go….I see all kinds of folks I know and many who I don’t know are fun to connect with….it’s kinda been a pay it forward kind of week. This must be manic me again. Still, I enjoy it…when it happens.

The infusion center really is my church. I feel so much love there and gratitude for insights. I hope I can always be what our patrons need. I sure will never be as valued anywhere else on earth. I know I am well liked, but I don’t believe any of my friends have ever called me an ‘Angel.” As Carol says, Street Angel, House Devil!

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I am thinking that I won’t be going on any trips this summer…I need to save every penny because we are adding on another Viking trip for next summer, prior to the Norway Fjord Rail trip. Lisbon, Portugal to Porto, Portugal with stops in Spain. Yup, this has my juices flowing. I don’t know that Belinda and James will do this part too– or just Norway.

Last Friday, Len and I took the Road Rocket to Oklahoma City for Baby David’s belated wedding reception. We went to the Oklahoma City Federal Building Museum and Memorial….I have been to the Memorial previously —but wow, that museum was really powerful….somewhat like the Holocaust museum in DC….I cried all through the exhibits.


The reception was in a beautiful hotel—they had a sort of Arch of Saber ceremony, a video of the actual wedding (last Valentine’s Day), and wedding cake. It was a much smaller event than we expected….David and Frances went to Las Vegas for a belated honeymoon. I was thrilled to see my darlin’ cousin, Janie and husband Joe….I just love Janie. Len and Joe enjoyed their catch up talk too. Bill’s former family was there too. It was all very civil and pleasant. There is nothing more interesting than family dynamics!

I think I get the boot off next week. The scary status is I am almost getting to like wearing it—like a house slipper except it weighs about 4 pounds.

Off to chair yoga and a catch up lunch with Jackie. .

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