Snow Day

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The Keys

I’ve found it necessary to minimize my time here at the computer lately.  Yes, it is related to my recent foot surgery and the chronic arthritis problem in my hands.  I still try to visit my fellow bloggers, but little else is happening.

Recently I received this e-mail from my best friend from high school days.  He introduced me to Sylvia, for which I’ll forever be grateful.  Thanks Mel.

Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel, I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down.  I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.  Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car.

Frantically, I headed for the parking lot.  My husband has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition.  My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them.  His theory is that the car will be stolen.

As I burst through the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion. His theory was right. The parking lot was empty.

I immediately called the police.  I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.

Then I made the most difficult call of all, “Honey,” I stammered; (I always call him “honey” in times like these.)  “I left my keys in the car and it has been stolen.”

There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard his voice.  “Are you kidding me,” he barked, “I dropped you off” !!!!!!!

Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”

He retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop I didn’t steal your car.”

Yep it’s the golden years….

Barn Repairs

Last night, we had wind and snow.  This was done to the tune of a “bang-bang” symphony.  That symphony was orchestrated by plastic siding (corrugated) on the barn that had been blown loose and which was flapping in the wind.

Neighbor Meghan even commented on it.  It was annoying and frustrating because I’m not able to go do anything about it thanks to my foot.

This morning I called my friend Cliff who farms with his dad here in the neighborhood.  I was fortunate to reach him before he left his house.  He agreed to stop by and survey the situation before going to his dad’s farm.

He was able to patch things back together in less than an hour.  Meghan and her hubby should be able to sleep better on windy nights.  I know Sylvia and I will.

Goodbye Crutch

I saw the podiatrist, Doctor Dave, on Tuesday.  As we were being escorted to the examination room, Nettie (doctor’s assistant) met us in the hallway.  She greeted our guide and then asked her, “Do you know what this guy (indicating me) called me on his last visit here?”

I was hoping she had forgotten about that.  Really, I was.

The guide shrugged.  Nettie responded, “He called me ‘Naughty Nettie!’  That’s what my dad always used to call me.”  Then she flashed me a huge smile.

Later, Nettie removed the stitches while Dr Dave looked on.  I am now able to walk around without the crutches . . . if I wear the boot, which provides support to the foot and ankle.

I need to go elevate that foot now.  It helps a lot to do that.

Nellie & Me



A Mystery

On Saturday, Sylvia started painting walls in the guest room.  This involved painting around the edges where she had to use a brush.  On Monday, she would get out the roller and paint the rest of the walls.  In her preparation, she removed the two doors in the guest room.

Sylvia woke up around 2 AM on Sunday when Nellie hopped up on the bed with her.  With no doors to keep her in the basement, kitty was up exploring the upstairs (people) portion of the house during her active time.  Nellie woke Sylvia several times that night.

On Sunday, we reinstalled the door between the guest room and the living room.  Later, we retired for the evening and about 15 minutes later I heard Nellie talking as she crossed the living room.  I got up and followed her back to that door.  Nellie went through and I closed it and went back to bed.

Two hours later, I heard Nellie talking as she came toward me again.  What?  Once again, I secured the door.

The door in question.

I was on the other side of the door in the picture.  This time I gave a test push.  The door opened.  It would not latch securely.

A length of light rope secured the door for the night.  Monday morning I went to investigate.  This is what I saw:

There is something wrong here! The bolt is backward.

The bolt was backward.  Has it been there for the 13 years that we’ve lived here?  Why had we never noticed it before?

Have you ever seen such a thing?

Uncle Jerry

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I’ve not been able to spend much time here in the office lately.  That’s not apt to change a lot in the next few weeks.

I was looking through some old family photos when I came across this one  of me and my Uncle Jerry.  Jerry is an older, half-brother of my mother.

Another of my mother’s brothers also served in WWII.  Hence the two stars in the flag in my grandparent’s front window.

My mother had two had two older half-brothers.  Jerry, with whom she shared a father, and Edward, with whom she shared a  mother.  She also had two younger [full] brothers and a younger sister.

I always used to look to family gatherings.  They meant a chance to hang with cousins and grandma used to make real mincemeat pie.  I loved that.  It was actually made with meat.

Have you ever tried that kind of mincemeat?


A Very Quiet Morning

At midday, I have an appointment with the podiatrist, Dr Dave.  He’ll be removing the stitches from my bunionectomy.  I’m looking forward to that.  I’ve noticed healing progress each day since the surgery was performed last Wednesday.

I’m awake far too early this morning, but I’m also tired of sleeping in the recliner.  For that reason, I’m here in the office doing a short blog post for today.  Perhaps I can return for a bit more sleep before Sylvia is ready for breakfast.


A couple of you have inquired about Nellie.  Short answers are: “She is still shy, but coming out of it . . . slowly . . . very slowly.”  And: “Yes, she will be a lap cat.”

Nellie is bonding well with Sylvia.  You can see this in the photo.

Nellie shares the recliner with Sylvia.

The two of them are doing quite well, and that pleases me.  Soon I’ll be more involved as a care provider for Kitty.  That should help.

Ah . . . life is good!

I’m ready to try sleep again.  Perhaps it will come this time?


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My journey down the road of post surgical recovery is progressing on schedule.  Everyday seems to be a bit better than the day before.  Tomorrow (Tuesday), I’m scheduled to see the podiatrist to have the stitches removed.  I’m looking forward to that.

This must be a good year for rabbits.  At least, it’s a good year for rabbits in our neighborhood.  I’ve been seeing the evidence as I look out the office window.

Rabbit tracks in the snow.

I like the play of light, reflected light and shadow in this picture.  Sunny days in winter are nice . . . when we can get them.  Today they sky is lead gray and there are a few snow flakes in the air.  That’s okay the ground needs the moisture.

I should have some pictures of Sylvia and Nellie for you tomorrow.  I’m ready for a nap.

An Invitation

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