Monday, July 29, 2019
43 yrs ago...
Our daughter sent us this...43 years ago we said our vows. So long as it is not like our 40th anniversary I will not complain...he had a mini stroke on our 40th, followed by the brain bleed on Aug 2.
The flowers came at the perfect time....when it was thundering and beginning to rain so sure served as a bright spot to the day.
I have never seen this plant in flowers before. It reminds me of the Silver Dust I used to buy, but not exactly like it. So maybe it is a different variety? I don't know.
Monday, July 22, 2019
I finally finished these little potholders...I should name call them Little Bits of Me...I have had the front of them made for a while. And Sarah has taken one home...
They are bits and pieces of quilting material just sewn together any way.
I actually buys scraps from a quilt shop to mix in with my own. Crazy. I know. But I cannot resist.
They are made to use, not to be pretty. I did not think to take a picture of the back. The backings on these are heavy denim....in between the front and the back is a lay of insul-bright, a layer of batting, and also just another square of fabric...I did not put hanging loops on them because I didn't feel like taking the time. Neither my girls nor I hang them, so why bother.
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Roger has been having off times...will be fine for a bit and then feel terrible. I took away one med that he had recently been put on and it has helped. Yesterday is the first day he has felt half-way normal all day in ages. And keep in mind his normal is never really normal...not since his stroke. It is just a new normal.
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Have you ever taken a big ham steak and grilled it? I have did them like that forever, but don't think I have ever heard of anyone else doing it. I did one tonight for the first time in a while. It was delicious. I had got it to have with Lorelei, but ended up just going ahead and fixing it. So will have to get more for when she is here.
I will leave you with a little Ken Davis:
If you only knew....maybe I should tell it here. Admit to it. Give you a glimpse of my real life.
Since Roger's stroke, other than when I had my accident and could not drive, he wants to go to breakfast every single morn. McDonald's and Hardee's are the usual fare, along with going to a local diner once or twice a week.
Oh, and when Lorelei spends the night, she likes my cooking, so we stay home. And he will eat and not complain.
But we have had some major arguments over where to eat....he could not make a decision. He would say wherever you want to go. And I would say, you are the one wanting to go...you choose! It is funny now, but sure was not then. He would say he just wanted me to be happy...I would say "don't say that or we will stay home cause that is what will make me happy."
I am not doing this justice...it was not every day....the arguments I mean. But the getting up to go was every day...he would not eat at home. And we still go every single day of the week unless Lorelei is here. I think being out, he forgets he is not normal. It gives him something else to think about. And he wants to sit there. So we sit and do some therapy. We sit there for at least an hour, probably more often than not an hour and a half.
Now he will say which one he wants to go to if he has a preference, other times he really doesn't care.
Anyway, that is just a little glimpse...not a full disclosure.
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
A hosta tale...
This first photo does not look like many....they are on the left side of the door on our garage....at one time I had planted two little plants on each side. One of the ones on this side died...and the other was as close to being dead as could be. There was more of these on this side last year...not sure what happened. There is one more that is not in this photo.
We had and electric wire come down on top of the garage and it touched the step and ground right by them...but they did not do good even before that. But it was like the electric shock hurt them even worse.
As some of you know, I love rocks, and collect them wherever I go, and the neighbors that know I love rocks will pick me up a rock when they travel. I got the bright idea to put rocks around them.
Look at the other side:
I could not begin to count these.
The ones on the right side take up a space at least 6 or 7 ft. long. And I only planted two little hostas to begin with...they came from Walmart.
Every time I go in and out of the garage, they make me happy. I figured putting rocks around would help some, but never dreamed it would help that much. And they are rocks...as big as my two fists put together and on up in size.
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