Jo Mayne Casey

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The rest of the story…

In 2016, Breaking News, Special Edition on March 30, 2016 at 10:16 am
Here’s a recap of my FB posts 3/29/16…
Jo Mayne Casey

Tears. I am sitting in my car on the side of I-24, 109 miles from Eville, 39 miles from Nashville, car broken down…I had to cancel my flight to visit with Jose’s. Casey is heading down to rescue me. State Police must have better things to do. .. I’m so sad.

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My Hero, at last… The car barely fits, so it will be a slow ride back home. Probably just a hose, but it sure ruined my plans.

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What a day! Thanks to all my FB friends who sent out enough kind wishes to keep my perspective positive. Now, to devise a scheme to get to NYC asap…

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 So…  I was cruising down 1-24, the gutsy grandma on her way to visit her NYC grand-daughters.  My flight out of Nashville was at 2:15 and I was making good time.  I stopped at our usual Rest Stop at the Kentucky-Tennessee state line, then quickly got back on the road.  I went about 7 miles, back up to speed, when that funny-looking red light starting lighting up my dash and dinging.  Now, we have little dings go off regularly on our dash, nothing serious, usually some sort of computer quirk–it scrolls “lo wash” every day.  So I didn’t know whether I should pay attention to it or not.  I grabbed my phone and called Casey and by the time I got him, it was blinking and dinging and Casey said, pull over, stop the car….  When the engine stopped, I was immediately covered by a fog of steam…
That was the scariest part.  Even though I spent my day trapped in my car on the side of the interstate, everything after that just came together perfectly.  Casey was just finishing up a job and could leave right away.  Our wonderful neighbor let us borrow his car-trailer.  I had a McDonald’s mcmuffin and small drink.  I had just gone to the bathroom, so I was comfortable.  Thank-you, Lord, for cell phones.  I was able to cancel the flight, call my daughter and let her and the girls know.
I sat for 4 hours, on alert, but not afraid.  I did check the woods a couple of times to make sure nobody was gonna sneak up on me.  The trucks and cars racing by kept me rocking, so I felt like I was on a train.  I stayed connected with people through FB and felt like I wasn’t actually alone.
The disappointment really hit this morning when I woke up Here.  I should be There.  Emma and Eliza are on Spring Break and I was going to have them all to myself.  I am just heartbroken.  Melissa told me that a friend of hers has asked them to Sag Harbor, so at least they will have something fun to do, but the only thing better than JoJo is JoJo at Disneyworld…   I’m looking at dates and I’ll get there soon…
But, there’s more…   The problem with my car was some sort of plastic Y that holds hoses—you figured that, huh?  It’s something Casey can fix and he’s going to pick up the part today.  As we were driving home, Casey’s engine light came on….no ding, but the one that says “SERIOUS”.  The vehicle was running fine, so we got it all  home, unloaded the car, ready to take the trailer back to our neighbor.  Casey’s Expedition wouldn’t start.  He cranked it and cranked it and and …  He has no idea what is wrong and it most likely is something he can’t fix, so here comes the mechanic bill…

We are supposed to pick up our RV on Friday. What will happen next?  Stay tuned, but it will all be okay….
P.S.  For some reason, WordPress won’t let me break up this post into paragraphs, so it looks like all one big ramble and not as inviting.  So, if you have read this far, thank-you, You’re a Doll..!

Week-end Wrap-up

In week-end wrap-up on May 17, 2015 at 3:47 pm

Well, it’s more like a 2-week-end-wrap-up, because I failed to share pictures of Olivia’s 7th birthday party last weekend, May 9.

 Love…

Then, there’s the freak accident that occurred 3 days ago, as I was walking out of the butcher shop.  I stopped on the doorsill because my phone was ringing.  I thought I’d catch the door with my butt, but instead it was my foot.   The sharp metal bottom of the door sliced open the back of my heel.  It is a family-owned business, and I was real lucky that one of the owners is a retired nurse. I could see white glisteny stuff  when it gapped open, plenty of blood, and generally felt shocky.  She took care of everything, bandaged me up and drove me to the urgent care.  It took 13 stitches to pull it all together and she watched, so I was assured that he put plenty in.  Once the doctor numbed me, I was able to hobble out and drive home.

 When the numb wore off…yiiiiiikkkes.  Ice helped more than the pain meds, but I valiantly drugged myself and stayed down.  Ugh..I am a very impatient patient, but I’ve been seriously afraid that I’ll pull out those stitches.

 It is getting better every day, though.  The stitches need to stay in for 2 weeks.  I’m going to buy a new pair of shoes with no back, for sure…my nike slides just don’t match all of my ensembles…

 I think it will be tender for a while.

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Because of all that, though, I had to miss Olivia’s Dance Recital…  She has performed her “Mickey Mouse Club” moves for me, but I was so sorry…

Olivia recital 2015

 

Oh, well, blahblahblarney about how it could be worse, but it could be better.  So I’m working on that, and getting good results.  Make it better where you are, too.

 

I’ve missed you…

In updates on April 21, 2015 at 9:51 am

It’s been a long spell of no-blogging, and so much has happened.

I’ve been sick, unable to work at my nurse job.  At first, I thought a couple of weeks, some new meds, and some rest would whip me back into my usual self.  Unfortunately, my illness has worsened, and I won’t be able to return in time to see the 8th-graders graduate.  After 8 years of loving pubolescents, that’s a hard pill to swallow, but I know that my heartfelt hope that they will do well in life has already been expressed.

I started a fundraiser blog for Eric over at the site GoFundMe.  I am impressed at how well they check out the fundraisers and their security policies.  I got it started, but Melissa recently took over the reins, as she is a rather accomplished marketer.  If you are inclined to help them with his medical expenses, look for them at http://www.gofundme.com/Eric-s-Left-Foot or you can just click that link up at the top of this page…see it up there?  While you’re looking around, look over to the right-hand column, at the top:  Melissa has a new blog, and it’s wordpress now.  Check it out–I think you’ll want to follow her.

I still feel somewhat useless, but have begun to clean out our upstairs bedroom and make preparations for Emma and Eliza.  They’ll be with us from about mid-June through July, when we will go to WDW.  The Disney trip was planned way before Eric got sick, also includes the Jrs. (Samantha’s first visit), and I hope Eric’s feeling well enough to go.

In the meantime, I’m mindfully gardening, mindfully cleaning, and mindfully speaking peace and compassion for the whole world.  Here’s a taste of what’s growing here at the Acres:

Really, how can anyone be un-cheered in a garden?

6 days off the road…

In Uncategorized on April 28, 2014 at 8:01 am

shoo-wee, what a week, she says inscrutably.  Good week?  Well, I am getting better every day.  Bad week?  It’s been a lot more painful than I expected…

I have discovered that in addition to our smooth dance moves and perfect pitch, Michael Jackson and I also share a love of anesthesia!!!  That’s some good shit, man.  I was flying for 2 days, really.  To those of you who received phone calls during that time, sorry or you’re welcome, or whatever, because I don’t remember what I said.

There are about 8 stitches, 4 incisions, and they gave me a wonderful ice bag for those;  they have been the least of my complaints.  You don’t have to be a nurse to figure that I’ve been fairly obsessed with pooping.  You’d think they’d invent a better laxative, wouldn’t you?  Maybe mix it in with the Lortabs.  I  think I’ve got the problem worked out…um, TMI?

So, after I landed back on the Sonnystone runway, I began to worry.  The doctor has me a little confused, partly because he spoke to Casey after the surgery (a lot of good it would have done to talk to me), and partly because he does not use a familiar metaphor to describe the size of the cysts…  I am probably most comfortable with the citrus metaphor, e.g. “size of an orange, grapefruit” , but could easily understand using legumes in this setting, e.g. “size of a walnut, pecan”.  Dr. D, however, used size of his “pinky”  (the small, hidden ovary) versus his “thumb” (the scary ovary).   He said there was a lot of “goop” he cleaned out—all this is according to Casey–and  he mentioned “adhesions”, but said all the tissue was sent over to “the guys who own the microscopes” and he’ll share the results with me tomorrow.

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No matter what the verdict, Saturday is still Derby Day!!!  and I’ll be doing Something Fun…

still riveted

In Uncategorized on February 9, 2014 at 7:19 pm

Are you watching the Games?  You really should…

I have never wanted to be an athlete of Any Kind.  It’s not Just that I have no discipline, but also that I might get hurt.  I admire so much the fearlessness of the Olympic Heroes; their hard work and the aforementioned discipline that consumes them stirs something inside all of us.  Come on, don’t tell me you don’t cry, whether  they’re standing on the podium, or if they blow it with one little mistake…

If you haven’t paid enough attention to cry, just use this little ad as a primer…

Now turn on the coverage…  (say what you will about Russia, their costumes are the Best)

Friends

In Uncategorized on October 20, 2013 at 5:21 pm

Cousin Lana and I were pleased with “Ghost Brothers of Darkland County” last Thursday night.  I was skeptical going in, but it was very enjoyable.   I ran into Motz and Middle, the dynamic duo that taught my kids at Thompkins;  they were wearing their matching tuxes, ushering the crowds to their seats.  (retirement looks good on those two)

I met up with some high-school friends the other night, and made a new friend…  It had been 20 years since I’d visited with Nancy, and Martha and I just renewed our friendship in person last August…   I’m not sure how I hadn’t met Nancy’s sister, Cindy, before…she seemed like someone I’ve known forever.  We had a great time!  I hope we can go out again, soon-ish, and maybe I could stay up past midnight next time…

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Nancy, me, Martha, Cindy

 

We met up at the Bokeh Lounge, a place I’ve been meaning to visit.  The music was Opal Fly and the saxophone player was Roy Conner…

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After talking through a session there, we went down to Boogie Nights, a Disco where Cindy’s kids work.  I didn’t feel old…much…

Our furnace is broken…oh, well, I was wondering what to do with my money.   It’s turned cool, but we ought to be able to just cuddle for warmth until the professionals can make a housecall.

Stay warm…

 

 

day 82…reset to day 1

In Uncategorized on August 12, 2013 at 7:50 am

It’s all over but the shouting, folks.  The 81 Days are history, a fond memory…  I did try to send off the summer vacay  with some sightings of the Perseid meteor showers last night around midnight, but didn’t spot anything but mosquitoes.  My valiant effort to view the celestial show  before dawn this morning was met with cloud cover…

I’m going in to my building this morning to set up my office in time for 6th grade orientation tonight;  tomorrow there is a meeting for just nurses;  Wednesday is the day the students return and the 2013-2014 school year officially begins.  This is my 7th year as a school nurse and I’m finally getting good at it.  I can’t write about much of the crazy stuff that goes on with middle-schoolers (the names have been changed to protect the innocently guilty), but trust me, it’s daily drama, continuing comedy, with a touch of tragedy.

Here’s a tip of my coffee mug to welcome a New Year, a fresh start, a clean slate, tabula rasa, abounding with opportunity and promise…

Amen…

 

Movin’ On

In Uncategorized on June 25, 2013 at 9:06 am

It’s been on my mind for a while, now;  I hesitate to write it about it, to expose it to the light of day and judgment of Others.  But I seemed blocked by it, as if I’m hiding something…or hiding from something.

It’s about my high school class reunion, re-named a Birthday Celebration.   Wait, back up…

I really like facebook for many reasons.  1) I get to “see” people who I’ve lost touch with.  2) People get to see me, and ain’t I cute?  3) I can control it, i.e. what I reveal, who I share with, etc. 4) some people Can’t control themselves and I love to silently judge them before I hide them.   While it’s lost its luster, I still check in and check it out.  I think catching up with high school classmates on FB,  sharing pictures of our grandkids and glimpses of  our lives, is enough “reunion”.  After all, most of them live here in Evansville, many have had to return often to visit their parents over the years, and none  felt compelled to give me a call during the last 42 years…sooo…

I’m okay with all that, right?  Luckily, I had planned to be out of town on the week-end they chose to party, so that’s fine…  Except our plans changed and I started second-guessing myself.   I began to obsess over my horrible, terrible, unhappy, awful high school years and how Extremely fuckedup my family life was, and how sad and miserable and scared and young and..and…  It didn’t get any better after high school and into nursing school…I spiralled downward, downdown…   It took me Years and Years to climb back…

While none of this has anything to do with the people I went to high school with, I was left with a terribly wistful feeling, wishing I’d actually made some friends…for I actually made not one Real Friend in all those years.  I read the FB posts on our high school page and was amazed that these people actually Remember each other—I swear, I thought Joe E. was in the class of 72— and had fun together…and it made me sad.   However, it did not inspire me to go to the party and finally make some high-school friends…(though I really had some outstanding classmates and it would be fun to do a one-on-one get-together with a couple of them).  I simply dredged up some uncomfortable memories…

There!!  I’ve said it:  I hated High School. I’m tired of being sad, though, and there’s no future in the past.  Life is all about moving on…

Ellis Park opens next week and I’ll be back out there protecting the populace.

Melissa, Emma, and Eliza will be landing at Sonnystone 7/13, staying until 7/31 !!!   Hurray and hurrah!!!

don't look back

 

Riveting…

In Uncategorized on April 19, 2013 at 8:04 pm

I have completely wasted the day watching the stand-off in Boston.   I haven’t been this swept up in Real News since the First Gulf War..(kinda missed Bernie Shaw).

Still, the media was pretty lame at times… I know filling in during a 22-hour, slowly-moving ordeal is tough, but how about some good soundtrack instead of giving “friends” such a voice.    Really…

Good job, Boston!!  While this horror is still horrible, there is at least some satisfaction in seeing the persons responsible apprehended.

Before I go…

In Uncategorized on March 24, 2013 at 7:54 pm

Just a few things to share…

Well, s!#*, f*^#, h!@#…  When I bought my plane tickets, I didn’t notice that the return trip was from JFK…  That’s a more expensive cab ride, as well as an airport that I’m not familiar with, and I am too old and grouchy to learn something new, so I paid out the wazoo to change it.  I had a pretty good price on the original ticket, but $150 more took it out of bargain status and into “might as well have flown out of Evansville”…

Then today a phone call interrupted my peaceful quandary over packing and it was a Delta Airlines recording informing me that my flight out had been Cancelled…   Repeat bad language as seen above…  After some time working with the travelocity folks, I was rebooked for a later flight and I’m hoping to get comped something from Delta…maybe let me carry on a 12-oz bottle of perfume?  The lady said the flight was cancelled because of weather, but offered me a trip on an Earlier flight??  I protested and she admitted that they had “thinned” the flights, so I reasoned that the earlier flight will be delayed.   We are supposed to get hit with a little swirl of snow (but none in Nashville) and I guess NYC is scheduled for another hit, as well, so I chose the  4:15pm flight, arrive LGA 7:28p.  I personally wouldn’t mind if I never saw snow again—if I missed it, I’d go to the mountains—and wouldn’t consider living north of my current latitude.  Nashville might be a perfect location, actually…

Proving that all things work out;  Casey had gone to Lowe’s to buy the flooring and the Man there was Not Helpful, telling him there were no available boxes at any stores “nearby” and that it would be 7-10 days for an order to arrive.  We checked online and there’s plenty available in Madisonville, (and quite a bit in Henderson) so we’ll swing by there and pick it up on our way to TN.

Since we had to revamp the plans, we’ll also stop by Tootsie’s and Robert’s Western World in Nashville…

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Reason to celebrate:  Today marks One Year since I have smoked a cigarette.    It still surprises me that I gave it up, but where’s the $1,825 I allegedly saved?    I haven’t felt that at all, but Not Smoking 9,300 cigarettes over the past year has saved my lungs and throat…and I smell a lot better.

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