to all my friends and family, far and near. I hope that your celebrations and gatherings will be happy, serene and gracious. I hope your meal is delicious and your dessert fabulous. I hope all of you will remain safe and if you are traveling, I wish you no traffic and no troubles.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Tony Gasbarro challenged me to do this meme (on Facebook):
Twenty-six things you may/may not know about me:
A- Age: 75
B- Biggest fear: That I'd lose one of my children or grandchildren. frown emot
C- Current time: 9:21 a.m.
D- Drink you last had: Coffee
E- Every day starts with: Coffee
F- Favorite song: Current: Not much current music appeals to me. Previous: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes
G- Ghosts, are they real?: Probably not
H- Hometown: Charleston, West Virginia
I- In love with: my husband
J- Jealous of: no one
K- Killed someone?: No
L- Last time you cried: Yesterday, when the pianist at a funeral played my grandmother's favorite hymn - "In the Garden."
M- Middle name: Rue
N- Number of siblings: 0, which makes me sad.
O- One wish: To live long and prosper
P- Person you last called: My baby daughter
Q- Question you're always asked: Beyond niceties, like how are ya? is Are you still doing wedding flowers? No, too old for that.
R- Reason to smile: Surviving open heart surgery!
S- Song last sang: Amazing Grace
T- Time you woke up: 4:45 a.m., thanks to Moppet
U- Underwear color: Black
V- Vacation destination: Europe
W- Worst habit: Procrastination
X- X-Rays you've had: Teeth, spine - you name it and they have x-rayed mine.
Y-your favorite food: Chicken
Z- Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Friday, November 13, 2015
This man held my heart in his hands, and fixed my mitral valve, which was leaking. I will be forever in his debt - as I will my then cardiologist, Sumeet Subharwal, MD. Due to their care and concern, I am healthy and able to live my life as I should. Sadly, Dr. Subherwal has moved to the West Coast, and Raleigh's loss is your gain.
I cannot fathom the depth of knowledge and bravery it takes to cut a person's chest open and remove their heart; place them on a heart/lung machine and know what to do to repair a leaky valve. I do know I could never do it, and I am eternally grateful to those who do.
Thanks to you both; Dr. Boulton and Dr. Subherwal for your expertise. It was a long, difficult year. It took five months for me to feel "normal" again, and for the soreness to abate. But the opportunity to breathe freely, without gasping is worth it. I completed the cardiac rehab classes offered by my hospital (Wake Medical Center) and I credit them with helping me get back to my normal - and on to getting better than that. I am continuing my exercise there and am grateful for that opportunity and for the help of the nurses and physical therapists on staff.
If you are a candidate for heart surgery, I urge you to proceed without fear, as the outcome is worth it.
Saturday, November 07, 2015
I have just returned from a high school reunion and birthday party; held in Myrtle Beach, although our school was in Charleston, WV. This was a reunion of the classes of 1957, 1958 and 1959, and we had over 100 people attending. It is the 75th birthday of the school, too, which opened in 1940.
Many of my friends and family cannot understand why I love my high school reunions so much. I don't even go to my college reunions - which they call "Homecoming." I went once, and there were only two people from my class and I didn't like them when I was there. Our high school class had 447 people in it. I surely didn't know all of them, and some I didn't ever get to know well - but now - it doesn't seem to matter, as we are all joined by our memories and experiences.
Our class was and still is, led by David Hart. His brother Dick was also in our class, and many of us thought they were twins until recently, when we discovered that Dick was double-promoted and ended up in the same class as David. He's still smart, too; they both are. I once asked David if he realized when he ran for Class President that he would still be doing it 50+ years later. He didn't, but he still leads us with as much passion as he did in 1958.
This reunion was planned by Dick, who found out recently, as he was being tested for eventual back surgery, that he needed heart surgery before he could have his back done. All this happened while the reunion was in the planning stages. It didn't seem to matter, since the reunion went off without a hitch. Boys brothers are to be commended, as are their wives - who surely get tired of all the time they spend on high school stuff.
"A good time was had by all" is a tired, trite phrase - but true in our case. A hospitality room was open all day and evening for a gathering of classmates. It was loud at times, but we did enjoy renewing old acquaintances and getting to know others a bit better. There is never enough time to talk with everyone, though. On Tuesday, we had birthday cake and on Wednesday, a buffet dinner, speeches and a giveaway kept us busy for four hours. The other meals were "on your own" but the hotel provided a lavish breakfast buffet at no charge, and a few of us took full advantage of it. That breakfast kept me full through lunchtime, so we didn't leave the hospitality room until it was time for dinner.
It is hard to explain why we are all so close after almost 60 years, and why we're all so loyal to our school. We were taught well, by teachers who knew what they were doing and did it well. Our principal, deans and coaches were the best, too, and the lessons they all taught us remain in our hearts and minds to this day. It doesn't seem to matter who you were in high school; a football star, a majorette, a brain or a nobody.....you are welcomed at the reunions.
I am flummoxed by the numbers of people who choose not to come; even when we have the reunions in our town - and a lot of them still live in the vicinity. I will never understand it.
My roommate was a good friend in school and we enjoyed catching up on family and personal news. My "chauffeur" was another classmate, who lives here in Raleigh now and we enjoyed the trip down and back. I am really hoping that this isn't the last reunion our class will have. In 2018 we will have our 60th reunion; that is, if the committee decides to plan it. We are all hoping that will happen!!
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
I got a new phone for my birthday (later this week) and ordered a case for it from Amazon. It came today, and to my surprise, it was too small. So I've asked to return it and I re-ordered the correct case. It is so frustrating when you think you are ordering the right thing and it isn't. Most of the items on Amazon are easy to figure out, but this one mislead me. Tsk. tsk. The new one is supposed to arrive in two days and I really hope it does. I'm afraid I'll drop the phone and break it before the case gets here.
*****Edit: The case arrived in one day!! YAY for Amazon!
I took an old (93) friend out to lunch last week. Actually, she took me out for my birthday, but I drove. She asked before hand if I minded taking her to the hair salon after lunch and of course, I said no. So the day came, I picked her up at her preferred time - 11:30 - and we went to eat at a new place in North Raleigh called Big Ed's. We got seated immediately and by the time we had finished eating, it was 12:30. I asked her when her hair appointment was and she replied "2:30." I was dumbfounded and wondered what we would do for two hours. But there was nothing to do but wait. However, the restaurant had gotten very busy and it was obvious that the waiter wanted us to vacate the table. So I drove around for an hour and then went to a store near her salon. We walked around for 30-40 minutes, looking at stuff neither one of us was prepared to buy, and finally, we went to her salon. Luckily her hairdresser is used to giving a quick shampoo and blow dry to old ladies; she was done in 25 minutes. On the way back to her home, Jim called to see where I was, as he didn't expect me to be gone so long.
My new kitten has developed a streak of evil. My arms look as though I've been picking blackberries or pruning rosebushes without wearing gloves. She jumps up onto my computer and paws at the screen, trying to get the curser. When I pick her up to put her into the floor, she attacks me. I still love her, though she makes it hard sometimes....LOL
Saturday, October 17, 2015
It was such a beautiful day today that I was compelled to get out of the house and get fresh air. Mid to high 60's, no clouds, full sun and a gentle breeze - what more could you ask for? I drove to a local store for which I had a 20% discount coupon; shopped for mr. kenju and left to go to my favorite biscuit place. After eating, I called an old co-worker who has moved away to another state. This woman is always depressed (and therefore, depressing), and today was no exception, but it was so pleasant to sit there with the breezes blowing thorough the car windows that even she couldn't bring me down (no matter how hard she tried.)
Moppet the kitten continues to delight us, although mr. kenju wishes she were less interested in our bathroom habits. The minute that one of us heads toward the bathroom, she follows, and even goes so far as to jump up onto the back of the toilet so she can be sure to catch a look at all that you do. I think she likes it better if you are "whiff-worthy". It seems so funny that she would be that interested, but who knows why? When I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, she jumps up onto the counter top and when I am done, she licks water out of the bowl. Same with the shower walls; despite the fact that I give her a fresh bowl of water daily.
Our neighborhood welcomes dogs, but they have a "strict" off-leash policy, and no dog is allowed to roam free. Fat lot of good it does to have that rule; when it is seldom followed and seldom enforced. I see them off-leash almost daily and I think I ought to report them, but since I don't know the owner's names or house number, it wouldn't do much good without a photo of the person. For some reason, every time I walk out on my deck, the offending person disappears out of camera range. It is rather maddening, but I don't know what I can do. Calling the management would make me a tattletale, and if I can't offer proof, it would be fruitless.
why can't people just follow the rules?
Thursday, October 08, 2015
My kitten, Moppet, loves to play fetch. She has a green "ball", made of soft, flexible plastic with a small rope attached. Yesterday, we played fetch with it off and on all day long. I thought she'd never get tired. But eventually, she quit playing and I couldn't see the ball anywhere.
Fast forward to when I went upstairs to bed. I entered my closet to get my nightgown and sitting there on the floor, in my yellow rubber shoes, was Moppet's ball. I guess she wanted to make sure I saw it. I left it there, and at 7:04 this morning, she dropped it on the bed - with a pleading look in her eyes - "Please play with me again, mom."
I've created a monster.....LOL