Several years ago I purchased this cement figurine for my hubby because I thought it looked like him!!
What Say Ye?
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Friday, April 17, 2015
And Then There Are Days.......
Grandma's Awful, Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad Day
(actually, the week hasn't gone so well, either.)
I finally made a long-overdue appointment (for Tuesday morning) to have a lesion on my arm removed. It was growing…fast…and while I was pretty sure what it was, it had become bothersome enough to be…well…bothersome.
We still doctor 1.5 hours away. I know, I know—you're wondering why we don't go local. Change is hard. We are old. There, you have it.
Tuesday morning—hubby left before I did, to drive 3 hours in the opposite direction to watch granddaughter #2 play volleyball, so would be gone until late night. That's fine. Son #2 lives six miles this side of where we doctor. Although he was on duty at the fire department, I was going to spend the afternoon and evening with DIL, granddaughter #2, and grandsons #1 and #2. What fun!!
I get in car to leave...and battery is dead. It wouldn't even crank. Really, really dead. Guess who forgot to turn the key to 'off' when she checked the mileage a day after returning home from a conference?
Rescheduled appointment for Thursday morning, 10:15. Called DIL and sulked. Hubby didn't get home until after 11:00
Thursday morning, 8:00 and all is well. Tried to get hubs to go with me, but he assured me the battery was charged and I'd have no trouble. It was foggy when I left, but I had no trouble. Car purred like a kitten all the way.
Arrived early, got in early, had three lesions removed, and was back in the car ready to head home by shortly after 10:30. UNTIL I turned the key and…nothing.
At this point, my brain decides to join the battery. Son #2 is off duty today, but has gone with wife and granddaughter #3 for a college visit. I text him anyway--with the whole story! Misery loves company.
I call hubby, and he reminds me we have AAA. However, he will start my direction and I should let him know if AAA can get there sooner than he is able to make the journey.
Now—I text, I tweet, I send emojis and emoticons. I check my emails, face book, and instagram. I can do a lot of things with that little hand-held device—but do you think I can call AAA? It's all automated. Oh, the lady is nice enough, but by the time I listen to the instructions, find the keyboard, and punch in numbers all I hear is "I'm, sorry—I didn't get that. Would you please re-enter your 16 digit identification number again" I tried, lady, really I did.
At 12:10, son #2 calls me. He'd just checked his phone—college visit—but they were eating lunch. He knew someone he could call to come give me a jump start. Where was Dad? I checked with Dad. He was two miles away. Might as well let him come to the rescue.
My dear husband is SO very patient. Of course, I wanted to remind him that had he come along with me…but I didn't. And when it was all said and done, I was rather pleased that I'd refrained.
He hooked up the charger...and it still wouldn't start. He stepped back…he always steps back and looks at a problem. It's a part of him. You can almost see the wheels turning and most generally he finds a solution.
This time was no exception. There wasn't a frown, or even a hint of annoyance either on his demeanor nor in his voice when he asked me to 'turn off your lights and see if that helps.'.
Did I mention it had been foggy when I left home?
He even bought me lunch and said I didn't need to worry about supper.
However, I'll not be surprised if he takes my keys.
(actually, the week hasn't gone so well, either.)
I finally made a long-overdue appointment (for Tuesday morning) to have a lesion on my arm removed. It was growing…fast…and while I was pretty sure what it was, it had become bothersome enough to be…well…bothersome.
We still doctor 1.5 hours away. I know, I know—you're wondering why we don't go local. Change is hard. We are old. There, you have it.
Tuesday morning—hubby left before I did, to drive 3 hours in the opposite direction to watch granddaughter #2 play volleyball, so would be gone until late night. That's fine. Son #2 lives six miles this side of where we doctor. Although he was on duty at the fire department, I was going to spend the afternoon and evening with DIL, granddaughter #2, and grandsons #1 and #2. What fun!!
I get in car to leave...and battery is dead. It wouldn't even crank. Really, really dead. Guess who forgot to turn the key to 'off' when she checked the mileage a day after returning home from a conference?
Rescheduled appointment for Thursday morning, 10:15. Called DIL and sulked. Hubby didn't get home until after 11:00
Thursday morning, 8:00 and all is well. Tried to get hubs to go with me, but he assured me the battery was charged and I'd have no trouble. It was foggy when I left, but I had no trouble. Car purred like a kitten all the way.
Arrived early, got in early, had three lesions removed, and was back in the car ready to head home by shortly after 10:30. UNTIL I turned the key and…nothing.
At this point, my brain decides to join the battery. Son #2 is off duty today, but has gone with wife and granddaughter #3 for a college visit. I text him anyway--with the whole story! Misery loves company.
I call hubby, and he reminds me we have AAA. However, he will start my direction and I should let him know if AAA can get there sooner than he is able to make the journey.
Now—I text, I tweet, I send emojis and emoticons. I check my emails, face book, and instagram. I can do a lot of things with that little hand-held device—but do you think I can call AAA? It's all automated. Oh, the lady is nice enough, but by the time I listen to the instructions, find the keyboard, and punch in numbers all I hear is "I'm, sorry—I didn't get that. Would you please re-enter your 16 digit identification number again" I tried, lady, really I did.
At 12:10, son #2 calls me. He'd just checked his phone—college visit—but they were eating lunch. He knew someone he could call to come give me a jump start. Where was Dad? I checked with Dad. He was two miles away. Might as well let him come to the rescue.
My dear husband is SO very patient. Of course, I wanted to remind him that had he come along with me…but I didn't. And when it was all said and done, I was rather pleased that I'd refrained.
He hooked up the charger...and it still wouldn't start. He stepped back…he always steps back and looks at a problem. It's a part of him. You can almost see the wheels turning and most generally he finds a solution.
This time was no exception. There wasn't a frown, or even a hint of annoyance either on his demeanor nor in his voice when he asked me to 'turn off your lights and see if that helps.'.
Did I mention it had been foggy when I left home?
He even bought me lunch and said I didn't need to worry about supper.
However, I'll not be surprised if he takes my keys.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Tuesday's Tale
Wall of nozzles
I suppose every man has something that identifies them
that goes beyond how tall, how wide, or how handsome they are.
For my Bob--
it's fire department memorabilia.
On our excursions to antique stores, flea markets, garage sales, he's always on the lookout for nozzles, bells, anything fire department related.
I suppose every man has something that identifies them
that goes beyond how tall, how wide, or how handsome they are.
For my Bob--
it's fire department memorabilia.
On our excursions to antique stores, flea markets, garage sales, he's always on the lookout for nozzles, bells, anything fire department related.
WALL OF NOZZLES
HIS OFFICE WALL ABOVE DESK
OFFICE WALL BELLS
When the grandkids were younger, it was tradition that before they left our house to go home, they could ring a bell!! When they were really small, their dads would hold them up to reach and tug on the chains.
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