Showing posts with label #begrateful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #begrateful. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 21








Delta Dawn

5:48 7/21

I’m awake and sipping coffee in the morning silence I love. There’s a pure, serene freshness about early morning. We’ve had a good time here the last couple days but I’m ready to go home and get my little Bitzi back in my arms. 













Tomorrow I’ll pack up Hennessy’s stuff and clean up the bedroom for Sarah and the boys when they arrive on Sunday. The three boys together are way more to manage than Hennessy has been but their mama is coming. God help her driving up with them. Milo is 11 so he should be a help. Sarah is expecting another baby. The baby planned itself (like all my babies did.) Sometimes life gives you unexpected blessings. We’ll go swimming at the Sun City pool, to the water park in Huntley, fishing, to the new library, maybe to the trampoline park….






3:03pm We’ve been home since about 10:30. Bitzi was so happy to see us! We unpacked, I did three loads of laundry, watered my flowers outside, planted two hostas from Lake Geneva, inflated my new purple exercise ball. I’m going to the chiropractor in a little while then we’re going to the Chinese buffet / hibachi/ sushi place in DeKalb. I’m tired.
China House

Friday, July 9

Good sleep

7:46 I’m leaving to drive to Lewistown shortly. It’s another hazy gloomy day. We got the big heavy dresser from Annette’s house loaded in my car and then unloaded here at home and brought in our bedroom. Earlier yesterday afternoon while I went for my massage and chiro appointment, Mike drove over there and got the 2 nightstands and all the dresser drawers so last night we were just hauling the dresser frame. It still was super heavy. When I was younger and my kids were little I used to have to lift, carry and mover everything myself so I’m used to it. I got used to manipulating heavy items by myself. Mikes mother insisted on getting in the way last night and trying to help. She is and always has been a very bossy woman and won’t listen to anyone. She will never change. Her family is so used to her browbeating and mostly just let her have her way. It’s pretty ridiculous coming from that tiny shriveled up old lady. Jesus just step back and let us do it. She was making things WAY worse. Sometimes the past many months her bossiness and craziness is just too much for me. It’s getting worse. For some reason she went out and bought a bunch of new furniture so now she’s getting rid of a bunch of good stuff. We are paying her for the things we’re getting. She claims she won’t take the money but we know she will. She always does. She’s always been a big spender and a gambler.

Tuesday, July 6

Cheer up Buttercup




The whoosh of the air conditioner and the ceiling fans whirring is the noise in the background as I peck this out on my IPad while finishing my second coffee. I’m feeling better and able to drink coffee again.  My bag is packed. Bitzi’s bag of stuff to take to the kennel is packed. I’ve been depressed and crying a bit the last few days. I keep getting these rising waves of emotion over all the stuff that has happened. I know- the past IS the past. I should be - I AM- grateful for my blessings. That doesn’t erase anything or wipe out your hard drive of memories. I’ll try to quit feeling suck-y. I’m just too fucking sensitive, obviously. 




Sunday, July 4

4 de Julio

Mike is on the phone with his mom. She is all shaken up because she has a rash around her mouth. It’s probably a reaction to the steroid cream she’s been using on her leg rash. She is obsessive about everything and is constantly going to different doctors. We have to go over there tomorrow so Mike can help her set up a video psychiatrist appointment. He’d better hurry up and retire.

I hardly slept at all last night due to coughing. I feel exhausted and like I’ve been drug behind a truck on a gravel road. I am tired. 

Tomorrow I have another chiropractor appointment and more physical therapy exercises. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t already feel like crud.

My sister Sallie and her husband Pete are headed up to Mayo Clinic for more of Pete’s kidney transplant testing and to go through their transplant classes. They have already gone through the same stuff in Peoria at OSF hospital so Pete will be on 2 transplant lists to increase his chances. After they’re done at Mayo they’re driving to Huston to help settle his deceased brother’s affairs. John recently died of ALS, a horrible disease. Very difficult times they’re going through, my sister and brother-in-law.

Friday, July 2

A fresh new day

This morning I took the opportunity to sleep in until after 7. Compared to recent nights I slept pretty well with less than constant coughing. This stuff I get is exhausting, depressing and so completely gross with all the mucous. Until going back in to the schools after I retired, I was somewhat healthy and free of the mucous monster. The money has been good but not so much to be worth my compromised health. I’m doing laundry ( a lot of gross hack towels and sweaty clothes) and I deep cleaned my bathroom and all the surfaces after taking a nice long steamy shower.

I didn’t have a fever all day yesterday and felt better by 2:15 when I had my doctor video visit. He prescribed an antibiotic and I’ve gotten 3 of them in so far. I feel much improved and even took Bitzi on a 1- mile walk around the neighborhood. I’ve been so congested and out of breath lately so have only been taking her up the hill at the park across the street.


I have to go to Goodwill to drop off some stuff and run in Aldi’s and get some more sugar to make hummingbird nectar and some salad mixes and a chicken to roast. I have hardly cooked much at all the past couple months what with working and neighborhood rep functions. Next Friday I’m going down to Canton / Lewistown area to visit my family and see the new baby Oliver. I should feel better and be germ free by then. I’m going to get my handicapped sister Vicki and take her out to lunch in Peoria on my way home.
Next Tuesday through Thursday Mike and I and his son Casey and wife Jackie and their 4- month old son Aiden are going to the resort in Lake Geneva and staying in a 2-bedroom  condo unit. We’ll swim, go shopping, go out to eat. I told them I would watch Aiden if they want to go do something. Mike and I now have 7 grandsons and 2 granddaughters from our combined kids. His daughter is expecting another boy in November!
































Wednesday, May 19

Time to stop

It’s 5:40. In a bit I have to pack my lunch and go get ready to leave. I’m still congested and woke up earlier feeling like the right side of my throat feels sore just a little. I don’t know what is going on now. I have band practice after work today. I practiced a little a couple times but haven’t nailed the stuff yet. I haven’t really fully accepted playing alto sax yet. My sax is a really heavy old Bundy too.

Last night was our Sun City neighborhood #3 “ Ladies’ Night Out” that I organized. There were about 30 of us seated at 3 tables for dinner and drinks. It was pretty fun but I was tired.

I’m having close neighbors over for a “ drinks on the driveway” gathering here at home on Friday the 28th. 

I’m rethinking taking the June summer program teaching job. It’s good money and appealing but I’m feeling tired. This current job would end and then I’d go right into the next one for a month. The June job is special needs preschoolers 4 days a week and 7am-noon those days. Preschoolers can be exhausting though. I haven’t accepted it yet.




















The waiting is the hardest part

It’s Saturday. I just got up, opened the window shades, made myself a cup of bold-roast coffee with French vanilla cream, sat down and Bitzi...