by Mrs. Whatsit
Welcome to Whatsit's Wild World.
Sometimes I think we're all tightrope walkers suspended on a wire two thousand feet in the air, and so long as we never look down we're okay, but some of us lose momentum and look down for a second and are never quite the same again: we know.
The Tightrope Walker
|Yesterday was Matt's birthday. He's 16. We planned the celebration for today, but we could have had it yesterday, we just didn't know. My husband has taken a preaching job in Lake, Mississippi, which is about an hour from where we live, and we thought he would be over there all day, since it was Sunday. However, the weather was supposed to be extremely bad last night and that church is mostly (heck, all but one couple) older people, so they wanted to cancel evening services so he wound up coming home mid-afternoon. The reason we didn't go to Lake with him this week is because Anna Claire had an all-weekend retreat with the youth of the church we used to go to and I had to pick her up from the church at 10:30. He says he had a good birthday, though, doing mostly spur-of-the-moment stuff. His friend Gunter came to our house, and Bristol from around the corner went with both of them to see a movie they had all been wanting to see, Escape Room.
Now we are getting ready to go out to eat lunch. We have caught a snag in Matt's indecisiveness however. With him it is a downfall to live in a place with too many restaurants, because now he can't decide where to go. He had decided on a place to go a few weeks ago and now he can't remember where that was. I texted his sister who is in college to get her to make suggestions, he tends to listen to listen to her, so maybe we will come to a conclusion before long.
|I have a cough. I don't feel bad otherwise. I sound like I feel bad because my voice is trying to go out, but I don't even have a fever. I'm thinking I just have sinus drainage. It was raining the night my daughter had her sleep study and my shoes got so wet that they weren't quite dry the next morning. That's probably part of what brought this on.
I have been trying to avoid going to the store for cough medicine because I don't want to get out and I also don't want to spend the money. I found out that Benadryl will stop your cough. If you don't mind being in a stupor, Benadryl is GREAT for coughs. I took one last night and slept like a log. This morning I decided I would just be sleepy as long as I could quit coughing. I had stopped taking my Vitamin C because I was trying to cut down on the number of pills I take (all supplements, no prescriptions - mostly vitamins) but I guess that one is important.
My mother is determined I have the flu, but I took a flu shot in September, plus my temp is normal. So there. She keeps telling me just to rest and keep telling her that I am resting, but you can't just rest 24 hours a day. It's amazing how much will get backed up if I don't either do it myself or have the argument with my kids to do it themselves. Dern. Plus I don't feel bad enough just to stay in the recliner all day. I have been on a new eating plan (the word diet has fallen into disfavor, evidently) and I have extra energy. Which is good, but doesn't go with having a day of rest so you can recover from illness. Ah, well.
|I know this is the second blog entry of five items and that life doesn't happen in groups of five, but mine has lately. So there.
1. It has rained and rained for days and days, to the point that I have declared my intention not to set foot out the door another time until it stops raining. Truly, I am frustrated with all this bad weather. My shoes got wet last night and still weren't all the way dry this morning. Ick. My dogs, who have a dog door, like to go out and get wet, then come in and love on me. Very funny.
2. Last night my 17-year-old daughter had a sleep study. I am quite sure she does not have sleep apnea. In fact, I am not positive why her doctor cooked this up, but I went with it. I stayed up there with her. We both slept better than I thought we would. I thought we would come home and fall into bed. Well, I did fall into bed, and it was SO COMFORTABLE, but guess what? I was wide awake and so was Anna Claire. It wasn't until around 1:00 this afternoon that we both felt sleepy.
3 I have discovered that a subscription to Reader's Digest magazine is only $15 for two years, so I subscribed to it. I used to love Reader's Digest when I was a teenager. In fact, my mother had this boyfriend whose mother had a great big collection of old copies of Reader's Digest and I loved going to her house to read them. She had them all in a row on a shelf next to the stairs in her house. I would sit on the stairs by the hour and devour as many issues as I could.
4. I ordered several things from this pizza place nearby for lunch. I wanted pasta, some wanted pizza, plus I ordered a dessert pizza, which I don't usually do. We sat here hungrily, looking out the window. Around fifteen minutes after it was supposed to get here, we felt as though we were going to wither away, so I called them. Their driver didn't show up to work. I sent my kids up there to get it. The lady working there felt so bad she gave us some free stuff and upsized our dessert pizza to a large.
5. I got my old Sherlock Holmes books out and I have been re-reading them. I had my first library job as a shelver at South Hills library when I was 18 years old. This is where I discovered I loved Arthur Conan Doyle's stuff and that he had written other things besides Sherlock.
Now you know what I know.
|1. I dropped my phone and now it doesn't work. The people at the AT&T store said the digitizer didn't work and to take it to the Apple store. The people at the Apple store said there was a great long list I had to get on and it would be way this afternoon before a technician could see me. So now I am at home and I will drive back up there later. It's kind of peaceful, not having a phone.
2. My teenage daughter and my teenage son both cleaned up their rooms. They are really cleaned up, I tell you! The boy cleaned his up because he has this girlfriend and he wanted to be able to invite her over. The girl couldn't let her brother get ahead of her. The downside is that there are currently 8047 loads of clothes to wash, which I am currently enjoying procrastinating.
3. My car needs a new battery. My daughter who is home from college has been loaning me her car. I am waiting until I get my check on the third of January to see about getting it fixed. It's kind of peaceful not having a car.
4. I have been enjoying my Snoopy and Charlie Brown calendar for a year. I regret that I only have three and a half more days to look at it. This is one of the few years I haven't been given a wall calendar for Christmas. My college-age daughter did give me a small appointment type calendar. Well, I guess I will have the pleasure of picking out my own calendar for a change, something I haven't done in years.
5. I have started back to drinking. No, not that! Diet Mountain Dew. I decided a couple of years ago to see what it was like not drinking DMD all the time. It had been about 25 years since I hadn't drunk about 2 or 3 a day. I started drinking it the year it came out, I think, which was in the late 80s. So I gave them up except for once or twice a month as an occasional treat. What I have been drinking is unsweet iced tea, which I actually like. As much of a sweet tooth as I have, I have never liked sweet iced tea for some reason. I don't admit this to everybody here in the American South. It is somewhat of a heresy not to drink sweet tea. But I digress. After these couple of years of not drinking DMD except every once in a while, my husband was going to the store and I asked him to bring me one. It had been a couple of months. He misunderstood and brought me a twelve pack. I have been going strong ever since. I have decided that God wants me to drink Diet Mountain Dew. He put it on the earth for me to drink. So there.
|I remember blogging every single day. I'm not sure how six months got by. Dern.
My mother has a thing about going to the cemetery every Christmas and Easter and placing flowers at the gravesites of my grandparents and great-grandparents. It has to be good weather and she has to feel relatively decent before she will actually go, so it usually gets right up to almost the holiday before we make it over there. "Over there" is two hours away in Clarke County Mississippi. This year, Saturday the 22nd was the date. We stopped and picked up my aunt. She lives about a mile from the cemetery.
When we got there, we saw a lot of the headstones were leaning and broken. It is usually extremely well kept. It turns out that somebody was driving by the cemetery when they went to sleep and lost control of their car. It did a good bit of damage. Evidently his auto insurance is going to pay for repairs but they have not had time to do them yet. My personal grandparents' and great-grandparents' headstones were not affected but I have other various and sundry relatives whose were. It was quite unnerving.
On the opposite side, can you imagine going to sleep at the wheel and waking up in the middle of a cemetery?
One good thing about this trip: I found out that this cemetery is where my mother wants to be buried. I honestly didn't know. I'll probably be the one making the arrangements and you can't exactly ask these things, at least not with my particular mom. She has two husbands she has buried in two different towns, plus there is the cemetery where her family is, which is where she says she wants to be, right next to her daddy. I kind of thought she might want to be next to my daddy, but evidently not. At least that mystery is solved and I won't have to wonder when the time comes.
|I went to the orthopedic doctor today. My fracture is healing but not very fast. The doctor said that it is bonding well, which sounded good even to my un-medical ears. He showed me the x-ray, which was nice. The main thing is that it doesn't hurt nearly as bad, for which I am thankful. I am still using a walker to get around, though. I go back in six weeks. That is my whole summer. Not that it matters for me personally since I don't work, but my kids will be going back to school shortly after I go to the doctor again. Nothing I can do about it, though. All three of them and my husband have had good adventures this summer already anyway - hubby and Emily went to Colorado for a wedding, and Anna Claire and Matt just got back from church camp. So they don't have anything to complain about anyway! I'm just thankful I'm a lot better.
|I renewed my membership today, so I have 365 days to blog to my heart's content. I always say that, though.
I see in my last entry that I was still under the impression that I had sprained my knee. I found out about 3 weeks ago that I fractured my tibia. First I went to the Emergency Room at River Oaks Hospital - not sure when this was, back in April I think. This was on a Monday night. My knee had been killing me for no reason that I knew. I fell in the bathroom a while back. That's the only thing I could think of that could have affected it. Anyway, they X-rayed it and said I had tendonitis and it should be well in a couple of weeks. A couple of weeks later I went back and told them it was still hurting. They told me I needed an MRI and to call Mississippi Sports Medicine. I scheduled an appointment with Mississippi Sports Medicine and told them I needed an MRI. When I got there, this 800-year-old doctor just felt of it and told me I had arthritis and maybe some bone spurs. He was going to refuse to prescribe any pain medication until my husband spoke up. Evidently the person in front of him being in excruciating pain affected him not one bit. I've thought since then of suing him. When I got home I called the first place that came up on my Google Search, which was Capital Orthopedic. They scheduled me for an MRI, at which I found out I had a fractured tibia. I was overjoyed to finally have a diagnosis and I am astonished that it took all of that to find out such a simple thing.
I still may sue the 800-year-old guy. Dern. I ought to talk bad about him on Facebook.
So, it still hurts, but not near as much. I go back to Capital Orthopedic on June 12.
Other goings on:
- My husband and oldest daughter went to Colorado to attend my husband's old friend's daughter, which was today. They will be home Tuesday.
- My other two kids leave for church camp Monday. My daughter's friend is going and she is coming to pick them up for me since I am trying not to drive.
- That leaves me here by myself Monday and most of Tuesday. I have plenty of groceries and everything else I need, and I plan on watching just exactly what I want to watch on TV. I am kind of looking forward to it. Peace and quiet!
- If all else fails, my mom and stepfather live around the corner. Hopefully I don't have to resort to calling them for help, but I can if I have to. My mom doesn't mind doing things for other people as long as they don't mind having to hear about it for the rest of eternity.
- Now you know what I know.
|My husband is an airhead sometimes. Somehow I never have been able to convince him that paying attention while driving is a good thing. Sooooo, the other night his foot "slid off the brake accidentally" as he said it and her ran into the guy in front of him at the intersection. The good thing about these episodes is it makes it hard for him to gripe at me for the little piddly things he likes to gripe about because all I have to do is bring up the last driving episode and it shuts him up. Also, now that all our kids are old enough to know how to drive they help me to nag him about driving correctly. I don't tell them to, you understand, they just do it. I have made it sound like he needs to have his license taken away and he is not quite that bad, but I anticipate the day when he will be.
So I say all that to say this. I took him and the kids to work and school this morning so I would have a car. I have sprained my knee and don't have any business driving a car, but I had a couple of errands to run that I know good and well I won't be able to talk anybody else into doing, so I went ahead and got them over with this morning. I was coming in the door and greeting my little dogs. One of my dogs, Jack, has gone on a running-off spurt lately. He needs to be spanked, which I am too tenderhearted to do. He runs out the front door and strolls around and doesn't come back until he gets ready. Which is usually not but a minute or too, but still! Then one of my neighbors way at the other end of the subdivision saw all three out gallivanting and she could see that Jack was the ringleader. She got in her car and followed them until she saw them go back into the gate, then told me when I got home that they were getting out. The lawnmowing guy had been here and didn't shut the gate right. He's newish. My husband traded violin lessons for his kid in exchange for him cutting our yard. Not a bad deal.
Anyway, I got home this morning and noticed I was greeting two dogs instead of three. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Jack looking at the door. The screen door was still swinging shut and I hadn't move far enough inside to shut the big door. Jack was taking little tiny tiny steps toward the door in the hopes that I wouldn't notice him. These are the tiniest little steps you ever saw. His nose was stretched out to kingdom come and back trying to see how far he could get. I told him I saw what he was doing and he just had a little fit trying to act like he wasn't being Naughty Maudy. It cracked me up. He is such a little toddler.
I had to share my little funny puppy with you this morning. Everybody can use a smile every now and then!
|Well, I have thrush, of all things. Dern. I'm not all that miserable, just a little funny feeling, and evidently don't need to get around any more people than I can help for about a week. That suits ME fine. Ha! The Olympic Winter Games are on and I love watching them, so it's more of a pleasure than usual to sit around the house and do nothing.
Saturday I went to lunch with these girls I went to high school with. This was before I knew I had the thrush - I went to the doctor Saturday afternoon. It's hard to coordinate schedules as you can imagine. We usually don't meet up but 3 or 4 times a year. It's kind of amusing as to the children situation: Susan has none (her husband died early), Nita has one, Jeanette has two, I have three, and Delena has four. Did we do that on purpose? Not at all. In fact, for years Nita and Jeanette both only had one, but Jeanette popped up and very obligingly had another three years ago just so we could share this amusing anecdote about our group. Wasn't that sweet? Ha! If she heard me say that, I wouldn't be here to write another blog entry.
Susan went to get a dog - I think she wound up with a Lab - something Lab-ish anyway. All of the available dogs had already been named and there was one with her late husband's name, Mack. She felt that they were meant to be together and have been happy ever since. Delena's daughter had a birthday and they are having a swimming party at the indoor pool at the Y. I've been to that Y, it's nice. Jeanette's son goes to Catholic school and built a Mardi Gras float from a wagon for their parade and we saw pictures. Nita's daughter has always said something for us to be amused by.
So, that's the news from the get-together. Now you know what I know.
|I have been addicted to several things over the years. I have the tendency toward addiction, you understand. I got lucky that I never started on any of the typical substances people usually think of in connection with addiction because I'd probably be dead by now. Once I get addicted to something I tend to stay addicted to it. Of course, what I get addicted to, there aren't any twelve step programs for.
I've been addicted to Diet Mountain Dew for about 30 years. I think I started drinking it the year it came out, but I'm not positive of that. I "get off" Diet Mountain Dew periodically. I just spent about a year drinking only about one or two a month, but right now I have a refrigerator full and I am almost wallowing in the pleasure of drinking them again.
Chow mein noodles are a weird thing to be addicted to but I went through that phase. I confess that this was more of pregnancy thing when I was expecting Anna Claire, who is 16 now. I actually got tired of them before it was over with and it's been a while since I had any. The texture was what I had a problem with, but I couldn't quit! After AC was born, this one went away, thank goodness.
Chocolate! Need a say more? It has kept me out of jail for murder many many times.
I say all that to say this: my most recent addiction is in the form of cashews. My husband is diabetic and he is always trying out new things that he can actually eat that won't elevate his blood sugar, and nuts wound up being something he liked. He went through a big almond period and then got tired of them and kind of went through all the nuts. I went through them with him so I could add my opinion and see if I found anything I liked. They say you are supposed to add nuts and seeds to your diet.
Well, my friends, cashews have really struck my fancy. I had no idea they were so good. I think there must be some nutrient in cashews that my body needs because I just can't quit eating them. I have googled this and it seems that they do have a lot of nutrients in them and prevent cancer. So I just keep right on being addicted to them. So there!
Cashews. Who knew?