...why fix it???
Geesh, I know I havent' posted in awhile, but Blogger has gone and screwed the poochie big time. I'm a simple(minded) woman. I'm old. Me hate change.
So I thought I'd update both of you who read this once in a bit, and I had to go through the tortures of the damned to create a 'new blog' with the 'New-and-Improved Blogger'. Yick. There wasn't a thing wrong with the old-and-unimproved-Blogger. Now I have to start from scratch.
And the rate at which I get to ol' Stevie Viao, here...it should be the Second Coming before I get this set up. So bear with me, dears. Things are tough at The Home.
Okay, update since February...
March - Motherdear's mother dear had a stroke. Not a bad one, but a stroke. One in which she had the joyous event of not being able to speak. Mind you, this is a woman for whom the world of speech is the Golden Palace of the Himalayas..a lady who never met a silence she could stand, who was never without a clever phrase (or a constant one), one who was vaccinated with a phonograph needle...
(...yeah, I take after my mother. So shoot me. I actually write more than I talk. But my fingers do talk a lot.)
Anyway, Mommy was left with an inability to put two words together after 4 PM in the afternoon. If you wanted to talk to her, your best best was before 10 AM. And she developed an 'out' word, one which would signal us all not to make her talk any more than replies to simple yes-or-no questions. Meaning she couldn't get the words together, so don't embarrass or frustrate her by asking anything else. The word???
CORNUCOPIA.
Yeah. Funny word to say when you're out of words, huh?
She also had septicemia (blood poisoning). No one knows how she got that! But hey, this was in Florida, where the medical profession is often, shall we say, unsure of much. Leave it at that. Don't get me started...
March also saw the final collapse of My Precious. She blew the remaining 60% of her L-4 / L-5 disk (the other 40% having ruptured and been removed in 1999).
And L&M killed the car. No, he wasn't hurt. But poor ol' Car died. Requiem in Pacem, LittleCar. (Not so little - a 1994 Buick Regal. Thank goodness. Otherwise, Car would have worn L&M as a fresh bug spot on the inside of the windshield. He rear-ended a Ford 350 in an emergency stop.)
Of course, all this happened in one week. It was fun. Never ends.
We got through that and all the aftermath, and along came April.
My Precious had surgery to remove that disk, and I flew down for ten days to be her private nurse. That one is a post of its own. Saved for another day. You'll love it.
L&M was out of state on business for ten days. A bright spot in my life! But the report writing more than made up for that!
Mommy, who was still reeling a bit from the medical events of March, got up in the middle of the night to go to the john, fell down the stairs, and broke her tailbone clean off. Yeah, THAT hurt!!! (And still does.)
May came, and the grandkids made their First Communion. THAT was a fun time, they were adorable. LittleGuy was thrilled because now he has a white suit and can REALLY do an Elvis impersonation! LittleGal looked like a little bride. In fact, she looked just like her mom did on the day she and their daddy got married. Spooky when a face recycles into a next generation, huh?
The Boy turned nine. What a handsome, smart young fella is my grandson! Kal and Wifeypooh picked out a great face for that kid, I'll tell ya. He's turning into a little charmer, too. What a cutie.
Mom's Day was great. Kal, Wifeypooh and the kids joined L&M, Brother Goodson, BG's Lady, and me for dessert after a wonderful meal prepare by BG and BG's Lady. The Girl managed to eat some of the meal, too. Don't know where she puts it. But she's growing like a weed and she's going to be a foot taller than her ol' grandmother by the time she turns 11 this month!!
My birthday was six days after Mom's Day, so I went out to dinner with BG and BG's Lady (L&M was there, too) at a very nice restaurant. Had tiramisu for dessert. If I got to heaven when I die, the only foodstuffs served will be mangoes and tiramisu. (Hey, it's my Heaven, right? I can have fruit and dessert all I want and still not pack on the tonnage.)
On the next day, Sunday, I went to Kal's house for a wonderful homecooked meal. Kal and Wifeypooh are great cooks. She makes the best vegetable lasagna and something wonderful called broccoli salad (leaving the bacon out, just for me. Isn't that sweet?) And she made eggplant parm with smoked mozzarella...ever had that? Man!!! Talk about mouthwatering! And she made a banana split cake, too. She's made one for me every year since I turned 50. It's my favorite cake. Keep your Carvel cakes (YICK!)...I'm going to add the banana split cake and her other dishes to my Heaven Menu. Yeah. Gotta do that. Too good not to bring with me.
This past week was interesting. Wrote (and wrote and wrote and wrote) 25 reports for L&M over the past couple of weeks, and that was fun (NOT!). Especially since he just watches TV or mows the lawn or does all sorts of not-helping-with-HIS-reports stuff as I writhe in the chair and type. Sometimes he sits next to me and just plays online cribbage.
My best nature doesn't come out when he does that. It's all I can do to restrain myself from stabbing him in the brain with his letter opener! Troll...
So this week, Mommy had another stroke. A mini-stroke. But good came from it. They found that her carotid artery is 85% to 99% blocked on the right side. (Of course, they did the same tests in Florida and didn't find a thing.... GRRRR....) She'll have surgery in a month to open that artery and put a stint in. It's called a carotid endarterectomy, and it's a good thing. Maybe now we can prevent her from having the major stroke that will put her into puddingdom.
Daddy had surgery, too. Guy surgery. We won't talk about it. Let's just say he's coming along, but he's a hurtin' unit, especially since his bride of 58 years is in the hospital and he isn't there to take care of her. They don't make husbands like that any more!! (Not that I've seen, anyway, and I've had three of them!)
My Precious has all of the duty on this one, as the Rents are at her home and she's taking care of them. I need to be down there. But it ain't happening. Someone has reports that need to be written.
Frustrating. Truly frustrating.
Okay, you're caught up. I hope someone finds this since they won't let me play with my old Blog any more!!!
Love you guys!! All of you!!!
