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Prattle

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on August 23, 2015 by drycreekherbs

Len and I went to Georgetown yesterday to look at the Texas Brownstone condominiums…four story units with an elevator for each residence. I am smitten with the idea, once again, of downsizing….It all started last week when I went with Belinda to an open house at the Broadway, in San Antonio. I was totally gobsmacked. I wanted that model condo…two bedroom….completely staged for $1.4 million, for one reason….all the drawers, cabinets, and closets were empty. No excesses, no clutter, and no attachments. I hanker for empty. As Mom’s old friend Holly used to say, “When your possessions possess you, it is time to get rid of them.” Amen. I am possessed.

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This past week I hosted the Killeen book club…as I call it. I only know about two of the women well….so as to make a good impression, I called in 5 men to refresh my landscape, 1 housekeeper, 1 window washer, 1 handy man, and 1 husband. It worked. Everything looked right and the discussion was good. I managed well even without my goats who were absent. Barbara and Jackie are two of my goats..like having goats in my stall. Both friends can step in and ground me. Barbara by quietly adjusting my misdirection and Jackie by listening. And of course, Susan L. my supreme chemo goat. Maybe I should adjust Belinda’s title from hair bitch to hair goat. I will ask her which she prefers!!!

So, I spoke with Camie at length yesterday—person to person rather than person to answering machine. I am grooming a relationship with her answering machine.

She was full of tidbits….mostly animal related. Gus, the newest street cat to take up residence with the Sands, brought in an injured cowbird. Camie removed it to the roof garden for a quiet death in a pot a way from the household pets. Later she found it gimping around attracting carnivore interest. So she took the cowbird to her vet to be euthanized for $8.00. She is such a good person. As I understand it, while she was there she had the vet give her an injection in her butt…and returned on four different days for further antibiotic injections….she was taking in other critters each day so it was sort of like health dove tailing. I have her permission to tell this and I love the story so much.

Last night I watched 5 hours of taped House Hunters International. Just one of my addictions to be included with shopping for earrings and blouses and make up.

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I have been reading interesting articles in the NY Times…this makes Len crazy. He thinks I might be planning to vote for Hilary. Anyway, I’m crazy about the daily Mini Crossword Puzzle. The New Republic, November 25, 2013, a great article to read is The Period is Pissed. It is about how using periods can be considered aggressive. Another good article is the February 27, 2015, When Your Punctuation Says It All, by Jessica Bennet. The included cartoon is a partial strip done by Ron Barrett. I also want to read Shady Characters: The Secret Life of Punctuation, Symbols, and Other Typographical Marks. I have close goat friends who are very principled about punctuation…I am not. Apparently too much punctuation indicates I am over eager as opposed to dismissive. Oh my God, the pressure.

Mom has perked up …

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The Power of Endorphins

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on August 9, 2015 by drycreekherbs

Recently I have found myself thinking of Tora, Tora, Airplane, or Top Gun—a cockpit conversation where someone yells, “Pull up, pull up!” That’s my self-talk when I am starting to get short of breath and feeling overwhelmed. “I can do this.” “It is not about me.” ‘We are born to die.” But when it is all about my Mom and oldest friend, it isn’t that easy. BUT, I will ‘pull up.’ Sooooo, I am grasping at healthy diversions. I go to the gym nearly everyday: treadmill, rowing machine, chair yoga, and for good measure a massage, and Sirenna Spring foot soak, and more gym. I am trying to get healthier but that doesn’t automatically correlate to weight loss. I may be hefty forever. At least for now I am a well-groomed, big woman. I am not wearing Ban-lon slacks and flip flops yet. I’m resilient.

I tried sewing as a diversion….the needle threading alone wore me out. I made a tunic and slacks…both turned out to be HUGE and ugly. I used to be quite the seamstress—now it is easier to buy, buy, buy. I came home not long ago with some white eyelet that I just had to have for a rebozo….I opened the sewing chest and lo and behold, I found three other cuttings of eyelet. I think there is enough to make drapes, bedspread, matching night gown and sleep bonnet. Today, I am putting everything in the chest. I am done. They newly-made garments are going into the Hospice Thrift Shop bin.

Len and I are going with Belinda and James to Norway next summer….train rides along the fjords…starting in Oslo and ending in Bergen…it should be great fun but the getting there is so arduous that we decided to add on another trip as long as we will be in Europe….so Len and I will do another Viking cruise this time through Portugal and into Spain…a very different cruise than those I have done before. BUT all this takes an enormous amount of planning and even more luck if using frequent flier miles. We probably should just pay the annual fee for a credit card that gives you any time flying access. At this point I have 236,000 so I want to use them up. After hours and hours of working with AA on the phone and trying to calculate back 331 days from our best departure date….so I can get business or first class to Lisbon. I found something from DFW to NJ then NJ to UK, then UK to Lisbon….too many stops….I can’t repeat the fiasco—I didn’t get back in time so the seats were gone. BUT today I found two business tickets from Austin to London then London Lisbon. Better! Trying to use miles is almost impossible….and because we are flying to multiple cities, I have to make each reservation separately 331 days prior to the departure date. I may be white headed when this is over. It is sort of like W.W. Jacob’s horror story, The Monkey’s Paw.

Cee is going to Jacksonville for experimental radiation therapy this next week …lasting for 78 days. She has found a condo that will let her bring her pet family. I hope to go stay with her some.

I am hedging. Mom is now receiving in-home hospice care. She hasn’t recovered from a serious decline about two weeks ago. We think she might be having TIAs….this is so huge in my head and heart and I have thought about little else and talked of little else too. But there it is. She will keep her current caregivers but she will also have medical visits every week. I don’t know why I am not writing volumes about this. I can’t.