pretty good day....
dad ate 2 meals and a clean-shaven face!
got mom to her office, did some laundry and planned a date night with hubby.
have a great weekend, everyone!
Friday, January 11, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
wed 1/8/08
we had a helluva wind pass thru in the past 24 hours. naturally tree limbs came down-- we even have one hanging right on the tip of our a power line-- yeah, no worries there!! having no luck with the power company-- they've got bigger fish to fry, i caught up with the contractor guys already working on the lane and they had used their "backdoor line" and called the power company about the limb already. thank goodness-- all we need is a fire to make the day more entertaining. thank you, good contractors-- thank you for going out of your way for us!!
dad was up and had breakfast... just walked him back to bed. i wanted to shave him before he got back there and the opportunity was lost-- he said he wasn't ready to do that yet. whaattt? dad is a determined one shave a day kinda guy-- today he's got 3 days growth on him. he thanked me for my kind help (walking him to bed, etc.).... now-- this is nice, and dad had always been nice. you know there's a "but" coming, don't you? yup. i do believe that i'm finally just a person in the house he knows helps out. that's it-- just a house helper.
before my oldest daughter goes straight into tears (yes, honey, i know you're reading this), please understand this is not entirely a bad thing. this means dad still is aware that i belong. this small, lovely thing must be embraced and cherished. i have no name, but i belong. this is very important.
it's time to call the VA to see what other arrangements can get made for dad getting his blood levels checked... a steady recent history indicates now that dad has been up-- he's now down until tomorrow. there's not much room to hope i can get him in the car, drive him a 1/2 hour, wait for his name to get called, get the finger stick and get back home again without ruining a nice, calm routine he's gotten into. surely i'll be in for a fight but i'm ready. pray with me that the person i speak with understands the picture-- and that with some flexibility on their end, i can do the sticking if necessary... but would prefer someone come here instead.
one more thing before i sign off for the day...... everyone human-- be them healthy or with disease, deserves to be treated with respect and honor. i've noticed that those with terminal disease don't. what is so frightening? what is so much more important to do? why are they thought of as less than you or me? it's not as if most of them went to god asking for such dread and despair in their life! recognize them, be respectful, listen and be there as much as you are able. it could be you, dear sir or ma'am. do you know for sure that in the next few years it won't be?!! how would you like to be treated if and/or when that time comes. it starts now, doesn't it? one smile, one "let me help you with that" or one anonymous or random act of something good for someone else who might be hurting or challenged in some way. that's all it takes sometimes-- and so simple! it's nothing and certainly won't break your finances. it may interupt your day a bit but is that so bad?! seriously.
hubby called me last night and told a story of a buyer he's currently working with. a 76 year old multi-millionaire (supposedly). this guy is a real sonufabitch-- does nothing but say yes or no to a possible buy via the telephone and argue if you try to respectfully call him "mr so and so." try to talk ratings, negotiate, or stratagize with the guy and he'll simply hang up on you. it's either a yes or it's a no and it's done by talking- he's got no fax or email and wants no mail.
so naturally i started thinking. of course i did! certainly not before i offered hubby an element of sympathy for having to work that way, but got thinking how really sad this guy might be. and further, that if he's really a multi-millionaire at 76, why the heck is he still working and not out enjoying himself. it would appear from the limited facts i know that he likes to work-- that this is his thing... whether he's likeable or not is not for hubby to judge-- hubby's job is to learn how to deal with him on his terms since of course we want his money!
so this is the way it is. the world goes 'round with all sorts of people in it. not saying we have to put up with nasty people-- and sure, they're out there!! but more like we do it courteously, quickly and move on if we sorta have to deal with them as hubby does. we don't know what's going on in his life for him to be so sour... he could be terminal-- or his wife of 50+ years could be-- or perhaps he lost his only child-- or maybe he's lonely but just can't seem to grasp how to relate to others because he was never taught as a child.
it's gotta start somewhere and with someone. i'm in-- and i hope y'all are too.
dad was up and had breakfast... just walked him back to bed. i wanted to shave him before he got back there and the opportunity was lost-- he said he wasn't ready to do that yet. whaattt? dad is a determined one shave a day kinda guy-- today he's got 3 days growth on him. he thanked me for my kind help (walking him to bed, etc.).... now-- this is nice, and dad had always been nice. you know there's a "but" coming, don't you? yup. i do believe that i'm finally just a person in the house he knows helps out. that's it-- just a house helper.
before my oldest daughter goes straight into tears (yes, honey, i know you're reading this), please understand this is not entirely a bad thing. this means dad still is aware that i belong. this small, lovely thing must be embraced and cherished. i have no name, but i belong. this is very important.
it's time to call the VA to see what other arrangements can get made for dad getting his blood levels checked... a steady recent history indicates now that dad has been up-- he's now down until tomorrow. there's not much room to hope i can get him in the car, drive him a 1/2 hour, wait for his name to get called, get the finger stick and get back home again without ruining a nice, calm routine he's gotten into. surely i'll be in for a fight but i'm ready. pray with me that the person i speak with understands the picture-- and that with some flexibility on their end, i can do the sticking if necessary... but would prefer someone come here instead.
one more thing before i sign off for the day...... everyone human-- be them healthy or with disease, deserves to be treated with respect and honor. i've noticed that those with terminal disease don't. what is so frightening? what is so much more important to do? why are they thought of as less than you or me? it's not as if most of them went to god asking for such dread and despair in their life! recognize them, be respectful, listen and be there as much as you are able. it could be you, dear sir or ma'am. do you know for sure that in the next few years it won't be?!! how would you like to be treated if and/or when that time comes. it starts now, doesn't it? one smile, one "let me help you with that" or one anonymous or random act of something good for someone else who might be hurting or challenged in some way. that's all it takes sometimes-- and so simple! it's nothing and certainly won't break your finances. it may interupt your day a bit but is that so bad?! seriously.
hubby called me last night and told a story of a buyer he's currently working with. a 76 year old multi-millionaire (supposedly). this guy is a real sonufabitch-- does nothing but say yes or no to a possible buy via the telephone and argue if you try to respectfully call him "mr so and so." try to talk ratings, negotiate, or stratagize with the guy and he'll simply hang up on you. it's either a yes or it's a no and it's done by talking- he's got no fax or email and wants no mail.
so naturally i started thinking. of course i did! certainly not before i offered hubby an element of sympathy for having to work that way, but got thinking how really sad this guy might be. and further, that if he's really a multi-millionaire at 76, why the heck is he still working and not out enjoying himself. it would appear from the limited facts i know that he likes to work-- that this is his thing... whether he's likeable or not is not for hubby to judge-- hubby's job is to learn how to deal with him on his terms since of course we want his money!
so this is the way it is. the world goes 'round with all sorts of people in it. not saying we have to put up with nasty people-- and sure, they're out there!! but more like we do it courteously, quickly and move on if we sorta have to deal with them as hubby does. we don't know what's going on in his life for him to be so sour... he could be terminal-- or his wife of 50+ years could be-- or perhaps he lost his only child-- or maybe he's lonely but just can't seem to grasp how to relate to others because he was never taught as a child.
it's gotta start somewhere and with someone. i'm in-- and i hope y'all are too.
Monday, January 7, 2008
1/7/08
i think we set a temp record... although i'm not sure.... it reached the mid 60's today. out i went without a coat, cleaned up the yard, took out the trash, ran mom to her appointment. the sun was out, i had talked with 3 of the children-- how amazing is that?
dad was up for breakfast and has been down ever since. youngest son dropped by while i was out with mom-- he kept an eye out for his grampa-- no one told or asked him to-- just did it cuz. how amazing is that?
seems my head is spinning less today. my prayer for focus must be getting answered. how amazing is that?
the buckeyes play for the national championship tonight..... oldest daughter was on campus doing some odd errand for her internship and said it was filled with shorts and t-shirts. scarlet and gray was everywhere, streets are closed off, security set up on every corner. (hey folks, the game's in new orleans!) hubby got off work early- i suspect it had to do with management wanting to get home for their buckeye party. how amazing is that?!!!
life is simply fascinating.
dad was up for breakfast and has been down ever since. youngest son dropped by while i was out with mom-- he kept an eye out for his grampa-- no one told or asked him to-- just did it cuz. how amazing is that?
seems my head is spinning less today. my prayer for focus must be getting answered. how amazing is that?
the buckeyes play for the national championship tonight..... oldest daughter was on campus doing some odd errand for her internship and said it was filled with shorts and t-shirts. scarlet and gray was everywhere, streets are closed off, security set up on every corner. (hey folks, the game's in new orleans!) hubby got off work early- i suspect it had to do with management wanting to get home for their buckeye party. how amazing is that?!!!
life is simply fascinating.
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