Fort Rosecrans

We are heading up to Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery a little early this morning.  Hundreds of Michael’s co-workers are expected, and friends have already started arriving.  I found a hat, which will make my skin doctor happy, and Margot will be here at nine.  We will take the truck so I can selfishly haul my walker-with-a-seat along, and remember my camera.  Bobbie wants pictures.

Michael will receive a 21 gun salute, a folded flag, and a few words from a pastor recommended by the folks at the cemetery.  I just know that we will all cry when the honor guard hands the flag to Bobbie.

Smiling

A Halloween display at the Discovery Shop to make you smile.

Thanks to my coworkers, Bill and Barbara, I was able to discard all the outdated books yesterday.  I bagged them, and they carried them to the bins for the St. Vincent de Paul folks to take away.  There were a lot of yellow tagged books this time leaving a great many empty shelves when I was done.  For a few moments I saw panic on the face of the store manager.

“Where are the books?”  She asked me.

It would have been funny if I wasn’t so tired.  I did fill most of the empty shelves by the time I left.  They looked pretty good too, but I’d run out of energy.  Still, yesterday was the longest I had worked since the new hip.  I felt pretty good about that.

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Three Special Things:
I was very touched by http://travelerswife.blogspot.com/>Kay's Musing's post today is about three special things that you have accomplished in your lives.  She had a baby in an elevator, taught in one school for one grade for more than 19 years, and Climbed down in the valley of the Kings to see King Tut.

What have I done?  Got clean and sober and have stayed that way for 30 years.  Graduated from college despite severe learning disabilities at age 50.  Made a difference in a few lives with my enthusiasm and art/ or, helped make a park.

What do you all think?

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Life is Really in the Footnotes:

http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:

  He’s also begun a blog here on Blogger.  I hear him now down in the driveway asking the contractors to remove more asphalt so the garage will stop flooding.  Big machines grinding away down there.  He worked straight through yesterday.  Ditto today.  Took me hat shopping after dinner.  No hats at Macy’s either.  Watched PBS, bed.

Herself:  Pool, work, hat shopping.  Hat’s are out.  I’ll just wear a brown straw with my black and green.  I won’t look boring.

Reading:  DE Stevenson’s, “Celia’s House.”  Rather dry till ¾ through then a great ending.  Written in the middle of WWII.

Balance:  Books.

 

At the Store

I’m never going to get thin working at the Discovery Shop.  Lovely lady volunteers bring volumes of fattening things like Barbara’s Chocolate Zuchini cake.  My hand senses it even as I am opening the front door.  Yes, I had a piece.  Yes, I still feel guilty, but the guilt stopped at Costco where I had a slice of pizza for dinner and brought home tiny bags of M&M’s for NCIS night.

We can give the rest away for Halloween, I told G.  He laughed.

Bobbie’s mother finally passed away peacefully yesterday morning.  Twenty years of forgetting.  Bobbie thought it began all those years ago nearing one Christmas.  She loved Christmas, so they will be interring her as the holiday nears.

The store reminded us that we would be soon getting ready for our Holiday Boutique.  Rooms of Boxes will come down from upstairs.  Their contents get placed out on the floor artistically by more of those lovely lady volunteers and their husbands.  I have two newly filled boxes of Holiday books, and today would be a good day to price them.  I try to suggest G volunteer for set up, and some years he has the energy.  This year we will make room for Arlene in the midst of the seasonal chaos.  She would love it all.

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Life is Really in the Footnotes:

http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:

  He’s also begun a blog here on Blogger.  He just sits there at his computer eight hours plus onw more for lunch while he plays computer games.  He does the laundry…two flights up and down per load.  That helps.

Herself:  Meeting, blog, lunch, another nap, dinner out.  I slept horribly and am wondering if I am reacting to the pain meds.

Reading:  More DE Stevenson.  Her early stuff is awfully dry.

Balance:  Reading. 

Talking with Bobbie.

 

Independence

It’s a week filled with appointments, dates, and funerals.  Until Friday when we will celebrate Michael’s life, I have a staff meeting, a Lymphedema Clinic Meeting, and one day of work plus the pool and walking. 

What I really want to do is sit crosslegged.  The new hip will only go straight up and down.  One of my quiet little goals is to teach it to stretch sideways.  Every night I stretch it out in ways I didn’t discuss with the PT person.  Very Gently as it is very resistant. 

Very gently I went looking for a hat….black straw perhaps or screaming lime green, to wear on Friday. None at JC Penney’s.  Hat’s are out there.  I ran out of walking steam at that point and didn’t go looking for more.  Getting my hair cut required only sitting.  I could do that easily.  The other errands were just brief forays out of the car. 

I couldn’t do this two weeks ago.  It’s so nice to have my independence back.

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Life is Really in the Footnotes:

http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:

  He’s also begun a blog here on Blogger.  He’s taken Friday off for Michael, plus it’s the last BBQ for the Meeting by the Bay.  He brings the meat and cheese.  I’ll have the tomatoes, lettuce, and onions in the cooler too, and he will take them to the funeral and celebration.  Cooler works well.

Herself:  Margot and Zoe will be driving out to Arizona with Timothy Saturday, and coming home on Sunday after Paul’s funeral in time for Zoe’s school Monday.  I’m not attending Martha’s gathering, but will go to Arlene’s when the date is set.  I’ll do it for Bobbie….

Reading:  I joined the Yahoo DES group, and I am working my way through the D. E. Stevenson’s I own.  I cannot find the one they are currently reading.  It must have been destroyed by mold.  I used to own it.  Did skim the Shirley McLain on “The Camino.”  I had wanted to read about the road not her hallucinations on the road.  Ah, well.

Balance:  The silence this house now offers in the early morning hours.