Going back in time...2014

 I was looking through things and came across these videos of Lorelei taken in 2014.  I had totally forgotten them.


I hope you enjoy them even half as much as we did....



She has the moves...



I wish you could have heard Roger....he is definitely feeling better.  He says she is going to love me when she is a teen-ager.  I have a feeling she will be like her mom and not really care too much.

Long ago...

This is from September 2, 2007....the first night we brought Puss Puss and her brother home.  They had been playing and playing...we must have had our minds on other things.  We suddenly missed her.  We started looking for her and could not find her.  So we started doing a methodical search of each room and would close the door behind us.

We worked our way back to the living room without finding her.  I can remember both of us being puzzled...finally I spied her in the kleenex box sound asleep.

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Roger did not feel the greatest today.  I tell myself this is to be expected...and it really is.  Specially after he had did so much yesterday and then he stayed up later than normal.  So he was bound to be tired. 

Add to that, when I stopped sewing yesterday my sewing machine was making a funny sound.  I did not try oiling it because I had stuff to do.  I went down this afternoon to do a bit more sewing and it was still making the noise.  I did do the one line of sewing around the perimeter of the the quilt, and then stopped and oiled it.  Hoping that it would stop, but no such luck.  So I packed it up and we ran to Terre Haute to leave it for repair at Wabash Valley Fabrics....if repair is required.  It sewed just fine...I just was not comfortable sewing with it with the sound.

Anyway, I tried to tell him he could stay home...felt like he was too tired to go but he insisted on going with me.  Hopefully he will feel better tomorrow.

The word 'normal' speaks volumes

For a while this afternoon, from my point of view, things felt normal.  Normal is a big word now...there are times I don't think there is ever going to be even a new normal.  So many nights I get what I call the 'fearfuls.'  I don't know if I will ever take normal for granted...I learned just how easily and quickly life can take a turn.  And I get afraid of when it will happen again.  Cause even though Roger was not taken from me this time, I know that sooner or later, one of us will more than likely have to live without the other.

But for that while this afternoon, you would never have known the upheaval we have had.  We were both in the basement.  I had laundry going, and spent at least a couple hours with my one of my sewing machines and quilting.  And Roger was working on things in his area.  I am not sure what all he was doing, but I heard tools.  And he was content. 

He did say he would have to stop and think to remember how to do things.  And he still had trouble telling me things when he needed to name things.  Even with that, he felt more normal than he has in a long while.  Then, after we came up from down there, he grilled some pork steak...just so normal.

Through all this, he has not lost his sense of humor.  Sometimes it is a case of we either laugh or we cry, but a lot of times it is just his quick wit.  The other night we were watching Family Feud.  One of the questions that was ask of a hundred men, 'what is a word that you could use to describe a peach that you would also used to describe a woman.'

One of the answers given by the hundred men was'fuzzy.'  And the family guessed it...when it was actually one of the answers, Roger says, 'Well, who would say that...nobody would say that.' 

Then he started laughing and said, 'I guess they do, remember your brother used to say Why, Hell-o Fuzzy!  And he did...he was not actually calling someone Fuzzy though...it was sort of a light way of swearing...If he was looking for something and finally found it, he might say 'WHy, Hell-o Fuzzy!  Here it is'  or if he and Roger were working or discussing how to do something, it might be, 'well, Hell-o fuzzy, that won't work!'  It was not hello...it was Hell-o. 

This is probably not funny to anyone else...I have ask both my other brothers if they remember this and neither of them do...but Roger and I sure do.