My leukemia's back.

[N F C]

Hi Suzie, hope the sun is shining for you too!

Hi Friday and everyone, enjoy your Saturday!

 

[Suzie]

Not too bad now thanks for asking...still waiting for the scars to heal but at least I can walk about without too much discomfort... cannot spend time outside with the animals yet but hopeful that next week may get out there and start my work with them. I have "surgical sandals" on my feet and my toes are exposed to the elements so if it s raining I cannot even go outside the house...this is not me...so frustrating!

 

[Suzie]

NFC...how come you have a photograph of me as your Avatar ?

 

[Blooie]

Hey, Suzie? How's everything going? We worry - that's what we do. And we're so GOOD at it!

Rachel, good job on finally getting to ride. How's the job going?

 

[Suzie]

Hey, Suzie? How's everything going? We worry - that's what we do. And we're so GOOD at it!

Rachel, good job on finally getting to ride. How's the job going?

Blooie...

I remember that story about you with the apples...still makes me laugh out loud! I told you it is called "scrumping" in England...I can remember so well my days of scrumping and unsuccessfully trying to hide my ill gotten gains in my jumper which was stretched beyond belief...

We would sometimes ask permission for the "windfalls";;;you know the fallen half rotten apples full of wasps and maggots...making sure we were out of sight of the homeowner the tallest of us would have another of us perched upon their shoulders and we would grasp the biggest apples that we could reach from the trees...what could not be reached...the branches would be shaken ensuring the Newton effect of being bombarded on our heads of apples in abundance...

How could you eat apples with salt ? Ugh!!! I always thought salt was reserved for putting on the tail of wild birds so I could capture them...that was what my Mum told me (so it must be true)...I spent many an hour in the garden with a handful of salt trying to creep up to wild birds to put salt on the tail...never did catch one though!

 

[Blooie]

Yep, Suzie, to me all sour things call for salt! Salt on rhubarb (just had my first stalk of that out of the garden yesterday!) salt on grapefruit, and salt on green apples. One good burp, and then follow it up with a cigarette. I don't know why I had a heart attack in February..........

 

[Suzie]

Yep, Suzie, to me all sour things call for salt! Salt on rhubarb (just had my first stalk of that out of the garden yesterday!) salt on grapefruit, and salt on green apples. One good burp, and then follow it up with a cigarette. I don't know why I had a heart attack in February..........

Not great news about your heart but I am laughing so much as to your explanation...

Love you and your humour!

 

[lazy gardener]

It's just ...stuff.

And now, I'm the one left with all this stuff.
Sure, it has a dollar value.

But it isn't for sale. I may very well give it away,
here and there.

Out life wasn't about getting any particular thing.
It was about the journey we took together. We just called
it life.

And that's what I have left now, the memories of our walk
through life together.

As I guess most of us did, Barb and I started out with very little
in material stuff. Cast off furniture from our parents, yard sale and
thrift store stuff.

Through the years, it got replaced with better things a time or two.
Very few things remain from the beginning. A few pieces, yes.

But for the most part as I look at what remains, I don't see it as
a dollar investment, or worth selling. I see instead, the memory
of how we came to have what ever it is.

When our daughter was still small, two-three years old, she really
liked a painting we had on the wall. Something I had just given
$400 for. Pretty nice painting for us. I've never made it a secret,
I dote on my daughter. So I took that painting off our living room
wall and gave it to her. Look at it, play with it, destroy it, I didn't
care. Painting survived, and it's still on the wall. She just made it
a little more special for us.

After Barb's dad had his stroke and came to live with us, he was
in his wheelchair. He had trouble getting himself around in the house.
I told him straight up, anything that gets in your way is out of here.
Furniture, a wall, carpet...it didn't make me a bit of difference. He
mattered to me a whole more that the stuff I own.

It's just stuff, things.

You can take my stuff. You can't take the memories.

Spook. I love your attitude! I can say that it's a direct contrast to some attitudes I've seen in my working career. I remember one situation that will live with me for ever. A gentleman was being discharged back home to live with his wife. This time, he would be going at wheel chair level. His wife was complaining that there was no room for the wheel chair to get through the house. Upon further questioning, we found that the house was jam packed with furniture. But not just any furniture, it was her prized Moose Head furniture. We suggested that she could move some of it into storage to make room. She became indignant. No way was she going to move her prized furniture, nor was she going to allow her husband to be tooling around in a wheel chair and possibly scratch her prized furniture. I ended up being the bad guy because I recommended the w/c, and was not a "good enough therapist" to make her husband walk again. How very sad that this woman put her stuff above her husband's comfort.

Stuff. Yep, it's only stuff. When we get the new flooring laid in the bedroom this weekend, a lot of that "stuff" will not be coming back in with us. Hoping I'll be breathing better w/o a carpet in there!

 

[donrae]

Yep, Suzie, to me all sour things call for salt! Salt on rhubarb (just had my first stalk of that out of the garden yesterday!) salt on grapefruit, and salt on green apples. One good burp, and then follow it up with a cigarette. I don't know why I had a heart attack in February..........

I should know better than to read this thread while eating or drinking!

The job's going fine. Nice to use the old brain once in a while! I didn't ride my horse, I rode my friend's. We each have two, one of which is our dependable girl and one of which is the very, very green broke not so trustworthy girl. So we're hoping it works out well to swap riding with each other.

I'm not so much sore in the "saddle" area

, but the quads are sure unhappy! Knees are fine, though, so that makes me happy.

I guess I mis-calculated on my chicks. I've got the big incubator with rolling/staggered dates, and on the lockdown date I pull the eggs that were set on a specific date to the hatcher. Well, apparently I missed two, or added them late and didn't realize. Heard chirping from the incubator last night, there was a cute blue Marans on the bottom, looking pretty lost. Poor thing. Checked the eggs and there was one other that was cracked but kind of shrink wrapped cause the humidity is lower in the incubator. So I peeled the shell of it, it's a cute little black. It's got the smallest amount of a crossbeak, though

. I think I'm just going to see how it develops, it's pretty mild. So, now 9 Marans chicks, and lockdown is today for more!

Suzie, glad things are going well for you. Trust me, I know recovery can be a bugger, but you don't want to have to do this again!

 

[3goodeggs]

Thanks for talking about memories and stuff! It's helping me to know that after nearly 19 years of homeschooling that at the end of this school year I will need nothing under 11th grade! It needs to go! And so does stuff in the laundry, family and bedrooms! And the closets,only the Lord knows what's in there! Well, off to bed. It's 3 am and i need to be leaving about 7 for the poultry swap. Really wanted to see that brown egg chick hatch! They all look alike even though some are olive egg colored from Americaunas and some are from brown egg Welsummers!

I was so fortunate that the family of five across the street is homeschooling. As we passed a year I toted it across the street.