Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Falling charms the design wall

I have been messing with fabric again...just a few minutes here and a few minutes there.  Some of these are from scraps.  Some not.  I was going to make something small...but just kept making more and more blocks.  Now I have ran out of the tan/brown.  So, I either introduce another color at this point or I stop here and add borders and call it quits.

Or what I will probably do is put the blocks away.  I haven't decided what I am going to do.  I need to get busy and finish up another project.  But for right now, I am not doing anything.
Roger has been breaking out again.  It started 3 or 4 weeks ago.  We could not get him into his dermatologist till in January, so he went to the family doctor and got a shot of steroids and some oral steroids.  They gave relief at first, but a day or two after finishing the oral meds, he started breaking out a bit more.

To make a long story short, he has been through h*LL...
This is after his hands started to  heal when on the steroids.  I don't have pics of any fresh breaking out.  He breaks out in patches...there will be a place here, and a place there...

I finally got him to agree to let me call my dermatologist and see if I could get him an appt up there.  So I got up yesterday morn, and he could see the Nurse Practitioner up there.  So we will see where this leads.  She is approaching it from different angles.  She took a biopsy of the freshest place on his leg, she took a swab from his hands.  They look worse than now than when the photos were taken.

She is took blood to check several things....it will be a while before we get the results of it all.  In the meantime she gave him some steroids that he rubs on the spots, and and gave him an antibiotic ointment.  His itching is not as intense...
We had our Thanksgiving meal this past weekend...it just worked out best that way.    We are in the process of eating leftovers now for the rest of the week...LOL

Saturday, November 21, 2015

From today!

I am sitting looking out my window at this!  I just can hardly believe it.
When we got up this morn, it was snowing big flakes but they were flakes that were almost rain or slush.  But time went on and it got colder and it is sticking to the roofs and the ground is white...oh, it is a winter wonderland for sure.  It is just simply beautiful beyond compare...the things that are normally dreary here take on a new life.

I have things I have to do but oh, how I wish I had time to just be out and in this.

Don't they make you feel all Christmasy?

They take me back to probaby my favorite Christmas of all.  I had a sister that was everything to me.  She has been gone a bit over 2 years and it is still hard to believe she no longer walks this earth.  I think she was special to each and every one of us.  To us younger ones, though, she was IT.

When she would come home on vacation, I would cry my eyes out when she had to leave, another brother would get physically sick.  I think with him, it was when any of our sisters came home and left, but with me it was just Fran.

She very seldom came home at Christmas, but I remember one time when she did.  It was not too long after she married, but before she had children of her own.  Here her and her husband came in with this gigantic box of presents. There was a purse, there was a necklace, there was a watch, and I cannot remember what all else.  But best of all, she was there.  Such joy!

I don't remember a whole lot else about it other than being so happy she was there, but I do remember a couple incidents.  One night she, her husband, and my brothers were playing cards.  I think it was a game called Tripoly.  There were chips, and there was always an extra hand dealt.  Well, I was not playing...I was sitting as close to Fran as I could get.

She started having me check the extra hand for cards she needed...and I would.  If it was there I would sneak it to her, and put the one she discarded back in the extra hand of cards.  I don't know how long this went on, she was winning, and her husband realized what she was doing.  No one got really mad, or anything, but they did quit playing.   I still laugh just thinking about it.

I don't remember whether the next day was Christmas or if it was two or three days till Christmas, but whenever it was, mom cooked a ham.  According to my brothers, we had ham before but this is the first time I remember having it.  And I LOVED it....every time I passed, I was eating a bite of ham.  And I guess I just ate too much....that night I got sick and vomited and vomited.

And I remember Fran getting up to take care of me, and telling mom to go on back to bed.  I remember her washing my face so gently with a cool wet wash rag.  And I knew everything would be okay.  Oh, how I miss that sister.