POSTCARDS....a small card with a picture on one side...

February 21, 2017


·       I’m settling down for the long haul in my favorite chair.  Yes, it needs washing.  Yes, the sofa and Morris chair could do with some soap and water too.  They aren’t getting it quite yet.  One more day at work.
·       Diane:  Her daughter writes in Diane’s blog SCHMIDLEY'SSCRIBBLINGS: “I read all your posts to Mom yesterday at the hospital. Although she cannot speak yet, I saw a tear coming from the corner of her eye. This morning she was put back in ICU for atrial fibrillation of her heart, which may have also caused the stroke. She is stabilized and will be moved back to the Acute Stroke Unit. I reminded her that many people are praying for her, and she squeezed my hand tightly. The stroke affected the part of her brain that controls alertness as well as sleep cycles, so we are waiting for her brain to heal enough so that she is more alert and can begin therapies. It is slow progress, but hopefully there will be some changes in this next week. I will keep checking back here and posting. Love to you all -Connie (Dianne’s daughter.”
·       You can click on that link and leave her a note too.

·       I know you haven’t forgotten Hattie.  She like Diane reads and pokes us to open our minds.  She's beginning treatments for lunch cancer tomorrow, and my thoughts and prayers are with  her.
·       Me: Last time at the pool this morning.  Cat scan of my sinuses after lunch.  Once I get both wrappings off, I will be right back in the pool at seven every morning.  I do think I will cut back on the Discovery Shop work a bit once I get hand strength back.  I post to their Facebook page 7 days a week, I do the receipts 3 days, I sort one day and do books another.  Instead, I think I really want to go back to my writing class.  I wonder if they would let me come back to work just one day a week just for the books?  Don't forget, I won't be able to type for a while.
·       George is going back to eight hours a day with one hour for lunch.  Heaven.  

February 20, 2017


Laka and Margot with Bill behind them.  Christmas 2016.

Making a list.  Or two.  Shopping.  Now I have fresh and frozen foods in the refrigerator.  We have breakfast, lunches and dinners to the ready.  I found “loose” clothes….a George T-shirt.  My PJ bottoms…they will do.  Prescription to CVS.  I still have to call the surgery center one more time tomorrow…they aren’t open Mondays.  His dress shirt is in the cleaners.  He can pick it up on Friday.

Oh, all the trivia of going away without going.   All the small stuff. 

Even the big stuff like laundry is done.  It’s only 16 days till the wrapping and cast comes off.  One nurses aide I swim with volunteered to come help with my one big problem…the bathroom.  I might be able to use the toilet then rinse in the shower.  There’s always that.

Counting the days.  Three days till surgery.  One more day at work.  Two more days in the pool.


  • Himself:  He’s beyond kind.
  • Herself:  Nothing new about Diane.  I worry.  The Captain is out of the hospital, and we are much cheered.  Heartened
  • Reading:  Peter Bowen’s Du Pre series.  Ordered the three I didn’t have from ABE books for a wonderful ten bucks.
  • Gratitudes:  The Captain; that I am not in control; that Bobbie had a great opening for her latest group show.  Mostly for the kindness of others.

  • February 19, 2017


    Friend Mary and daughter Margot at the Boathouse.

    Yes, dinner was excellent.  The bread was to die for as was my filet.  I think we all enjoyed the evening except me….I kept channeling my mother the control freak. 

    Today is we-do-tax’s day.  I made the piles, he added them up while creating a fresh loaf of bread.