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Sunday, January 12, 2025
Jumping the Gun?
Saturday, January 11, 2025
Christmas, 1941
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Paddock saw his Mom's eyes glistening in the light of the family Christmas tree. She was happy to see her only son, but she was sad as well. She knew that her much loved child might have to go to war, and soon.
Friday, January 10, 2025
End of the Line
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Thursday, January 9, 2025
From My Window ...
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Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Gee, What Do I Do Now?
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Tuesday, January 7, 2025
Holiday recap- It was a Merry Christmas and a hectic New Year
The next day I made a prime rib which my family devoured. I considered smoking it, but I hadn't tried it before and didn't want to potentially ruin our Christmas dinner, forcing us out for Chinese food. Fah ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra raaaaah (I hope you understand the "Christmas Story" reference). No? More
I took the rest of the week off and did absolutely nothing, up until the 28th. On that day my wife and I flew up to Kalispell Montana, where her sister lives. No, this wasn't a planned trip for New Years, nor was it some expensive desire to see snow. It was actually a rescue mission to retrieve my mother-in-law, and get her back down to Southern Oregon. As it turns out, her physical ailments: semi-crippling arthritis, two bad hips, some neuropathy, as well as some confusion, made everyone realize that we couldn't let her drive home alone. Her getting confused and lost for hours on the Flathead Reservation on the drive up was another reason.
However, it was more than that, including a house found in complete disarray by her son while going in to feed the cats and finding a notice on the door that her water has been shut off a few days before she left. Her siblings and I realized that she probably shouldn't be living alone.
My wife stayed to try and help set up some services so she can get some assistance and stay in the house. So over the next week or so we will be working on getting all her bills on auto payment plans, and either hiring a maid, and/or requesting adult senior services to help her. She has 2 other kids in the area so hopefully no more last minute trips will be required.¹
I think I was able to help my wife and MIL in a couple ways. First with of which was on the road. I did all, but about an hour of the driving, and in some challenging conditions at that. We experienced snowy and slushy roads through the curvy mountainous passes of Montana and Idaho, a long monotonous drive through Eastern Washington, many hours with the sun in our face through northern Oregon along the Columbia River, then thick fog all the way down from Portland. What should have been a 13 hour drive turned into 18 and 1/2 since my MIL needed to stop at least every couple hours, and each stop was lengthy, including two full service sit-down restaurant meals. I don't know about you, but when I road trip it is gas up, take a break, and get food, all in the same stop, and do it quickly! Hurry up everyone, we're on a schedule! Not for her though, and I understand that. I was planning on taking two days to take the trip, and that was the plan when we started out that morning, but she really wanted to get home in one day. So a 1:30 a.m. wake up when I couldn't sleep, a 6:30 a.m. departure, and a midnight 30 arrival made for an exhausting day.
I also helped in that I am not as emotionally hamstrung about taking away some of her independence. That could be a challenge, since she's stubborn, fiercely independent, and doesn't want to hear it from her kids. She semi-jokingly refers to me as her favorite son-in-law, as I was the first, she respects my military service (he retired in the late 80s), I'm older than all of her kids, and so she holds me in high regard, like she did her husband, who passed in 2012. So on the drive down, I was able to convince her to work on getting some help, just due to her physical ailments, avoiding any discussion for now about her faculties. That's a discussion which we can save for another time.
Hopefully she will accept more help from her children, (like the ones who live there) including the ability to schedule or participate in her medical appointments going forward. I don't envy my wife and in-law siblings as the future will be a trying one. If any of you have dealt with this, my hats off to you. Any advice is appreciated. I supposed I'm lucky? in that I didn't have to deal with this from my own parents. Cancer took my mom at 62, and my dad lived to 87- sharp as a tack.
Anyhoo, it's back to work for those of us not enjoying retirement. It should be an interesting year. An interesting project to help with those red guys in the far east, and some travel. For now I have planned work trips to Georgia Tech Research Institute near Atlanta, another final trip to India, and some others for fun- Boston during St. Patrick's Day, Hawaii with our soon-to-graduate nephew and his folks, and wherever else our wandering ways take us.
Here's to a wonderful New Year to everyone- Sarge, Juvat, Beans, JB, and Lush & Co., as well as all the Chanters.Monday, January 6, 2025
Yay!
Well...this past week had a large injection of excitement. Unfortunately, it wasn't the "Afterburner Takeoff in an F-15" kind of excitement.
Just thought I'd put that in for one reason or another! ;-)
No, as many of you will remember WAAAYYYY back in 2016 (Sarge was a young 70 something at the time) we heard a cat scratching on our door. Seems some animal lover (yeah Right!!) had left a young cat somewhere in our vicinity. (This would happen several times in the years we've lived out in the country. If I ever observe that happening, well, justifiable homicide of the perp is a probable verdict.)
We took her in and nursed her back to health. For whatever reason, she was named Schmedly.
She fit in well with the other 2 cats (only one of which is still with us) and has been an excellent entertainer in the ensuing years.
We noticed a few days ago that Schmedly seemed a bit under the weather, not eating much, sleeping a lot, not moving.
Ruh-Roe!
Took her to our vet. They recommended we take her to the Pet Hospital in San Antonio as it was more serious than they could treat. Off we go...
Get down there, they take her into an examination room and tell us to wait in the waiting room. An hour or so later (felt like considerably longer), they emerged and said she needed a blood transfusion. (There was more to the prognosis, but I don't speak Greek, or Geek for that matter.) Mrs. J and I discussed it for quite a while as it was pretty expensive. We finally said go for it.
Got the call the next morning, that the procedure had been successful and she was much better. That's the biggest "Yay" we've had in quite a while.
Drove back down and picked her up, paid the bill after moving quite a bit of cash from a savings account to our checking account. Loaded Schmedly into her Cat Carrier and put her in the back seat. She meowed her complaint constantly for the hour and a half ride back home.
That was NOT fun, Dad! Now feed me. I want Tuna and not Kibble, and I want it NOW! Yes, my Liege! |
Frankly, it was music to my ears.
Thank you Lord!
On a more humorous and less serious note, Mrs J and I were reminiscing a few days ago about the times that "Yay" was the source of a good story.
It's been quite a while since this story took place. Little J was just starting to talk and walk. We were on Leave and in a hotel somewhere we wanted to visit. (The specifics aren't available mentally anymore, nor are they all that crucial to the story.) The hotel had provided a crib for Little J but the room was pretty small so it was at the foot of our bed. They had also provided a night light. We had put him down to sleep and shortly there after went to bed ourselves. However, being still in the early stages of married life, we took advantage of the "Moment". Very shortly thereafter, Little J let out a loud "Yay" from where he stood in the crib at the end of our bed with, evidently, an excellent view of the festivities! Took us a while to get all concerned to sleep. The elder party had a difficult time stifling the laughter.
As he got a little older and was able to walk, he was intent on trying things like us adults did. One morning, Mrs J walked in to the bathroom to do her business. As she sat down, her feet felt a bit wet. Looking down, well, let's just say the liquid was yellow. She immediately began to go through the list of probable suspects. Since I had yet to visit the facility, she ruled me out. However, on interrogating Little J, he allowed as how he wanted to "Pee like Dad does" and proceeded to drop his drawers, put his hands on either side of the seat and show her how it was done with a "Yay" of victory. Unfortunately, his stature was such that the key part in peeing in the pot was about 2 inches below the rim. He was very proud of the fact that he could do it standing up though. His mother had a few kind words for him. We very shortly thereafter bought a step stool he could use.
Those were the days, and I'm looking forward to presenting these stories to my Grandchildren as soon as the get a tad older! I think they'll view their parents in a whole new light.
Peace Out, y'all!
juvat