6 days off the road…

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…

Reporting in…

I have been writing a blog entry over at Madwoman for days–nay, a week now..!  It is an Intro to my birthday celebration, but it turned into a study of 1953, the sacred year of my birth.   Who would have predicted, back then, that I’d be using Wikipedia to research every aspect of the culture, then downloading  it from YouTube?  It is fascinating to view the old TV series, listen to the old music, while watching the old movies on DVD or Netflix.  The essay has been edited 25+ times, media has been added and subtracted, and I still can’t bring myself to post it…  Not sure why.  That’s where I’ve been…well, there and

I’ve been hitting the doctor office and labs and have more scheduled.  So far, I’m in pretty good shape for an old broad.  I have a few more procedures to look forward to, but I’m trying to get it all done before Spring Break (last week in March).

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We got a new TV, larger. and I’ve been watching the Olympics.  It’s been a little painful, really.

(And what are These Guys Doing??)

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I’m liking the Yoga. I’ve completed the intro sessions and looking for a class that fit my ability and my schedule.  I hope I’ll be continuing.

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The school corporation is making up the last snow day by adding an extra hour to the school day for 6 days;  I wish they’d do this with All of the days and give us back our April days off.  Unlikely.  My hours at work will change some for those 6 days, but I’ve rather given up on controlling this weather-related crap.  It’s crazy…  Tonight we got a phone call warning us that school may have to dismiss early tomorrow due to the threat of Tornadoes…..yes, Tornadoes…  What next?   Makes me long for the good-old-days when the weather was a little more predictable:

But here it is, the birthday week-end looming, large as life.    Months ago, I told Casey that we’d celebrate the b-day on March 1 when we’ll be traveling to Nashville for the Lawn & Garden Show/ Wine Fest.  HaHaHaHa!!  You know me better than that!!   I still don’t have anything planned, though, so I’m nervously re-arranging shelves…  I have decided to watch “Roman Holiday” as a representative 1953 movie, and to read “Giant” to honor the memorable year.   Other than that, I’m not sure…but

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We’ll come up with something, so check back….

oh, and if you’re up for a short walk down memory lane,  visit http://www.raveonmadwoman.wordpress.com/ to view what’s left of the much-edited (posted at last!) Intro to the Birthday…

Begin again…

2014:   365 spins of Earth’s axis as we revolve around the Sun, hurtling through space at break-neck speed to return to where we started.  There will be laughter and joy, tears and fears, surprises and monotony.

I’ll tell you a secret…sometimes I am afraid of the future.  In my younger days, it seems the past was biting my heels, and I couldn’t wait to move on… but now I’ve dealt with all of that pain, forgiving even the most unforgiving.  The peace that dwells in my heart sometimes overflows with joyful tears and I want  to stay right where I am now,  happy and blessed.    But time moves on  quickly, and the dreadful angst returns.

More and more often, I have to keep up my courage, keep on believing…  So it is with a mixture of confidence and compliance that I make these resolutions for 2014.

1)  Hakuna Matata (it’s a problem-free philosophy)

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2)  Keep dreaming, looking for something I’ve never dreamed…

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“Well!  I’ve often seen a cat without a grin, ” thought Alice; “but a grin without a cat!  It’s the most curious thing I ever saw in all my life!”

3)  Take each moment, and live each moment, in Peace, in Love, right here, right now.   Amen.

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Happy New Year, friends!  May all your dreams come true…

Week-end wrap-up 10/13/13

We’re a barrel of laughs here at the Acres…give us a 3-day week-end with beautiful weather and we’ll plant mums and pansies, move around the rudbeckia, clean up the back porch, hit Rural King for breakfast (popcorn) with Olivia and check out the rummage sales, with plenty of time to channel my Dad while listening to Pokey LaFarge and Hugh Laurie—and that was just the first day.

Saturday we drove up to Harmonie State Park for a hike and to check out the local craft show…

It’s been a while since we hiked at Harmonie and we chose a trail that we knew to be easy and we thought was familiar.  Turns out fallen trees have changed the course…  It was still a beautiful hike, but unexpectedly new…

 

Pursue some path, however narrow or crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.       Henry David Thoreau

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, there’s still time to change the road you’re on…And it makes me wonder…                                            Led Zeppelin

Yes, it makes me wonder, too…

Doing nothing and resting afterwards…

With only 4 more days left in 81 Days:  A Sonnystone Summer Vacation this is the last one without commitments, engagements, appointments, or even Chores…  I slept in as late as I could, fostering my laziness, and plan on staying in these clothes unless I need supplies…  

The last 77 days have gone so well…  I still have memories of the grandkids floating around my head from July;  in June  the blues fest, B.B. King, the Garden Walk, and Car Show were stand-outs.  In the next 4 days we’ll be going to the Henderson Blugrass Fest and try to get to the 4H Antiques Show.

On Monday I’ll get back to my school building and set up the office.  It will be good to see my school-friends, and I have some ideas for decorating my office…But…

Today is a day to Count My Blessings…that will take all day long…

(and thanks for being one of them…yes, you,  dear reader…you read all the way to the end, even though there were no pictures…)

Movin’ On

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!!!

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Before & After

I am wide awake at this ungodly 3am hour, trying to catch up…  We’ve had waay too many projects going on, all of them unfinished, and before I had thought through the plans;  to sum it up…I feel completely out of control.  Shall we share?

The Kitchen Project…

It all started with the floor.  While I was in NYC the last week of March, Casey began laying the vinyl.  It was still wintry, if you remember, and he was called out to work several times, delaying the finish.  There was a filthy closet that we painted and re-organized and we were inspired by bright, white paint to panel a damaged wall, then continued to cover the backsplash…  (by the way, Casey took before and after pictures of the flooring with the old digital camera and I cannot seem to find a way to get them off the damn camera;  later, maybe).

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We plan to eventually paint, but suddenly Spring sprang and we ran outside to work in the gardens, saving the rest for a rainy day…

Vectren killed my trees…

I knew the utility crews were going to be trimming soon, so I wasn’t surprised when I came home one afternoon saw them out front;  I was shocked when I saw that they had topped my trees!!!  and if you think mine are bad, you should see what they did to several neighbors.

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I’m accustomed to the unsightly hacking that goes with keeping branches off of the electrical lines, but these people just cut off the tops of trees that were nowhere near being a hazard…and if you’ve ever been to a Master Gardener class with Larry Caplan, you have heard his recurring sermon that topping trees Kills Them—they get their nourishment from their Tops!  I was sick about it and we knew we’d have to just cut them down.   Friday, a fella came by from Vectren, apologizing and assuring us that the crew that had gone on a topping-spree had been fired.  They will send another crew out to remove the dead timber…  That’s okay with us, but I surely feel for the neighbors who lost more…

Debit-card fraud…

I wasted hours at the bank thinking someone had gotten my card number…contesting charges from one of my favorite haunts…changing over to a more protected card…then discovered that Backstage B&G had sent a notice on facebook informing us that their processor had failed to process some gratuities from February and March.  Why didn’t the bank catch that??  Oh, well, I’m much safer now, but I accidentally screwed the bar out of $13.  And wasted my time.

New gas grill…

I don’t have a picture, but we got a new gas grill.  It’s an “infrared” grill, so there will be some adjustment.  Just to add to my confusion, Casey brought the grill inside to set it up, where it cluttered the floor for several days…

Garden project…

I’ll elaborate more about this over at the garden blog:  we’re moving the fence around the veggie garden, adding a new gate, new planting boxes…major, major renovation…

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That’s your final “before”…for now.    So we’re caught up…I’ll do the dishes and get to sleep…

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morning hat (capello romano–an addendum)

While not an Official Roman Catholic vestment–it is Never worn when celebrating Mass–we’re all familiar with the must-wear topper for all well-dressed priests particularly when traveling about rubbing elbows with the hoi-polloi…

It’s called the capello romano…

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and it can be adorned by the high-echelon members of the Clergy, but we mostly see it in its simple black “padre” form…or as I like to call it:  The Father Guido…

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I do hope they bring Father Guido Sarducci in for color commentary throughout the Papal festivities…

Let me quote him as I go…

(speaking of the Other commandments given to Moses):

Most of them were more like advice…The twelfth commandment, for example, was “Whistle while you work”…

I think we’re going to learn a lot from these ceremonies…  (by the way, if you missed my first “hat” post, scroll over to 3/13… )

And take Father’s advice….

9/18/2016…..If you actually came over and read this little gem, you deserve a reward:

Father Guido Sarducci’s 5-minute University

Praying for the Pope…

popefrancisIThe official list of titles of The Pope do not include “Pope”…they are Bishop of Rome, Vicar of Jesus Christ, Successor of the Prince of Apostles, Supreme Pontiff of the Universal Church, Primate of Italy, Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Roman Province, Sovereign of the State of Vatican City, and the one I consider most significant:  Servant of the Servants of God.   Pope Francis certainly lived up to that title today as he began his Service by asking for prayers from the crowds for himself…

We will hear a lot in the next days and weeks about St. Francis of Assissi, founder of the Franciscan Order of Monks, who devoted his life to helping the poor and sick, inspired by Matthew 10:9 (look it up).  That was back in the 13th century and that Francis was legendary (no offense) for his love of people, animals, and nature.  May this Francis also be remembered so well.

We’ll also hear about the Society of Jesus, the religious order  founded in the 16th century by St. Ignatius of Loyola,  to which Pope Francis belongs.  It is known for its emphasis on evangelism with missions in 112 countries on 6 continents, aand also  education with established schools, universities, colleges, seminaries throughout the world (including Brebeuf, where the Jose’  boys were taught the faith).

But most importantly, we need to watch the hats…   Roman Catholic vestments are sacramental, unchanged from the beginning of the Church.  Priests don’t have to wear the hats when they are celebrating every  mass , though why on earth they wouldn’t want to sport a little biretta I can’t figure:

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Isn’t it darling with its little pom-pom on top?  The bishops get to wear purple ones…

And how about this dandy little skullcap….

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that they call a zuchetto, which must be Italian for yarmulke…

Everybody’s favorite, the mitre…

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which comes in various levels of ornamentation, but is technically supposed to be always white.  It has some fringe-like things that hang down, not always noticed, so we’ll have to be looking when the High Services begin.

As we’re observing Catholic fashion in the upcoming ceremonies, please note the colors and their significance, especially the Cardinal red (the birds were named after it), the papal White.   And my Lutheran pastors could use a tip from the Priesthood:  black is so slimming…

I do pray with all my heart that throughout the Catholic Church there will be renewal and revival…  May God bless Pope Francis.

In like a cowardly lion…

March 1 brought us smattering of swirling snow starting and stopping, a reminder that Winter is still here, but not very menacing… (I hate to say that, though because Anything can happen until mid-April around these parts).  We just got back from eating some dinner downtown;  readying ourselves for some movies tonight.

I watched The Royal Tenenbaums (2001) from beginning to end, carefully, on Thursday evening.  I have watched it before, not as carefully, and knew I liked it;  now I know I love this movie..  The Tenenbaums remind me of the Glass family, JD Salinger’s fictional characters;  they are just soo weird and genius and tragically, funnily odd.  I just want to hug them.  Thanks, Melissa, for reminding me about this movie.  

I was also able to watch Exit Through The Gift Shop (2010), a documentary  by Banksy, a mysterious Street Artist.  Banksy himself is followed by an amateur film-maker, but soon the photographer becomes an artist himself and is filmed by Banksy… or is it a mockumentary?   It was interesting and fun, though.

Time’s Marching on:  we set our clocks forward  Next Week..!  I’m not sure I”m ready for the disruption to my sleep, but maybe it will hurry us on toward Spring.  I’ve not yet bought my tickets to NYC for spring break, but I’m looking forward to setting that date.    For now, we’ll just enjoy the pretty snow and warming fire…

(Still taking suggestions for movies, etc.)