I spent most of yesterday crying and eating potato chips, in misery over losing Isabel. Absolutely useless and fruitless waste of time. I ignored phone calls but did fortunately answer one from Joann...she was bringing me some goodies she'd baked. Then I opened Facebook and saw that Carol had left me a message saying she didn't think Lloyd was going to survive...he's been in the hospital since Saturday (3rd time this winter). What upset me was that it was 6:30 and she'd left the message at 3:30. All I could think of was that she was at the hospital alone at such a terrible time.
It was too late for me to attempt to drive to the hospital so I hunted down Dee who can see to drive in the dark. Of course, Dee is an angel who goes far out of her way to do anything she can to help others so I knew she'd drive us. She did.
Both Carol and Lloyd's daughter, Patty, were sitting in the room with Lloyd who is in an induced coma while a tube has been put down his throat to help him breathe. His blood pressure is too low and his lungs are filled with fluid. It didn't look good.
We went off to the visitors room to talk and it was good to hear that Carol and Patty are both in accord with not allowing unnecessary life sustaining measures to be used on Lloyd. He's 82 and in terrible health. I wouldn't want to be put on life support after all hope is gone and we know he wouldn't, either.
Dee and I left for home feeling secure that Carol and Patty were comfortable with whatever should occur. Sometimes all you can do is just be there.
There is a time to let go, to go on to whatever lies beyond what we know as life. Many fear the unknown but we really have no choice but to take that step when the time comes. We can only hope we've left behind good memories for our loved ones.
When I got home, I sat and thought about what an emotional day it had been. I still grieved for Isabel but I was more at peace with it. Wherever she's gone, she's there by now and I hope her heaven is as beautiful as I envision it.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
I don't know how to title this. I'm feeling so bad inside that I don't know how to cope with it. I've suffered losses all my life but this one is just too much for me. I'm writing this so that I can try to understand and get past it.
The feeling is of hopelessness and futility. I've felt this before when I had depression and assume it's what's troubling me again. Why even start a life that will end in such sadness and unfairness. There doesn't seem to be any logic in being born only to suffer and die when you have a family that loves you and that you love. I'm trying to make sense of something that none of us can ever understand.
This isn't helping. She's gone and she's not coming back. How bloody unfair and incomprehensible is this bloody life.
The feeling is of hopelessness and futility. I've felt this before when I had depression and assume it's what's troubling me again. Why even start a life that will end in such sadness and unfairness. There doesn't seem to be any logic in being born only to suffer and die when you have a family that loves you and that you love. I'm trying to make sense of something that none of us can ever understand.
This isn't helping. She's gone and she's not coming back. How bloody unfair and incomprehensible is this bloody life.
Isabel
You never know who will come into your life and make a magical difference and this is how it was with Isabel. I met her first as a kind of snobby (so I thought) little 10 year old girl who seemed to have an unusual hard exterior...not bad but pugnacious. I didn't know at the time that she'd been adopted by very loving parents (my neighbors) but who knows what memories she carried from who knows what kind of background. I never asked.
As time went on, Isabel married and moved away from her childhood home but I stayed on and, lo and behold, years later Isabel moved back into her childhood home with her family of husband and 3 children. We were neighbors again but this time it was different. We became friends and she became like a 4th daughter to me. I understood her now and admired her strengths greatly. One of her daughters had been born with cerebral palsy and was quite handicapped by it. Isabel and Steve were such excellent parents, doing everything in their power for their children. Steve was known as the "mayor of Duncombe Dr. because he was out and about all the time helping and socializing with his neighbors. Isabel used to tell me she modeled her life after mine (not exactly true, though) by working part-time only and having more time with her children. This was a couple who worked together as a team and their closeness lasted till the end.
Isabel passed away yesterday from a cancer that had taken such a hold that even a spirit as strong as Isabel's couldn't stop it.
Maybe it was because she was adopted that family was so very important to Isabel. Her children and then her grandchildren became the most important people in her life...after Steve, of course. Their lives were fully entwined and that proved to be what made her last days good ones. I won't allow myself to think how hard it was for her to know she wouldn't be around to see her grandchildren grow up but at least she knew the adults in their lives would take good care of them.
We remained neighbors for many, many years before I sold my house a couple of years ago so I have a million memories of my time with Isabel. She was an exceptional woman, taking up rowing in her older years and becoming excellent at it. The only fly in her ointment came from one of her daughters who became estranged from the family and remained so even today. It's a tragedy, shame, and unimaginable that this is the case but we can't always understand what makes some people tick.
But the true and loving constants in Isabel's life were her husband, children, and 3 grandchildren. Her joy came especially came from them.
It was Stuart who messaged me today to give me the news of Isabel's passing. I told him that I'd held hope she might beat the damned cancer because she'd fought it over and over since being diagnosed and lasted longer than predicted.
Stuart got married last summer and one of my favorite memories of all time will be the love I saw in their eyes as son and mother danced together. She seemed so well and so happy. It's something to be thankful for..that she got to attend her son's marriage to a lady who also loved Isabel. There was so very much good in Isabel's life and it's just not right that it was taken away from her too soon.
Steve said he was glad her suffering was over and I agree. I remember feeling the same way when Dennis passed away. Their illness makes us feel as though we're on a horrific roller coaster of hope and dismay until we become numb..In the end, we only want them to be at peace and then we'll handle the fallout from their loss.
Losing someone we love and who held an important position in our lives is like losing a part of our history. It's like being whittled away and it will take time to accept it.
I miss you, Isabel. I always will.
As time went on, Isabel married and moved away from her childhood home but I stayed on and, lo and behold, years later Isabel moved back into her childhood home with her family of husband and 3 children. We were neighbors again but this time it was different. We became friends and she became like a 4th daughter to me. I understood her now and admired her strengths greatly. One of her daughters had been born with cerebral palsy and was quite handicapped by it. Isabel and Steve were such excellent parents, doing everything in their power for their children. Steve was known as the "mayor of Duncombe Dr. because he was out and about all the time helping and socializing with his neighbors. Isabel used to tell me she modeled her life after mine (not exactly true, though) by working part-time only and having more time with her children. This was a couple who worked together as a team and their closeness lasted till the end.
Isabel passed away yesterday from a cancer that had taken such a hold that even a spirit as strong as Isabel's couldn't stop it.
Maybe it was because she was adopted that family was so very important to Isabel. Her children and then her grandchildren became the most important people in her life...after Steve, of course. Their lives were fully entwined and that proved to be what made her last days good ones. I won't allow myself to think how hard it was for her to know she wouldn't be around to see her grandchildren grow up but at least she knew the adults in their lives would take good care of them.
We remained neighbors for many, many years before I sold my house a couple of years ago so I have a million memories of my time with Isabel. She was an exceptional woman, taking up rowing in her older years and becoming excellent at it. The only fly in her ointment came from one of her daughters who became estranged from the family and remained so even today. It's a tragedy, shame, and unimaginable that this is the case but we can't always understand what makes some people tick.
But the true and loving constants in Isabel's life were her husband, children, and 3 grandchildren. Her joy came especially came from them.
It was Stuart who messaged me today to give me the news of Isabel's passing. I told him that I'd held hope she might beat the damned cancer because she'd fought it over and over since being diagnosed and lasted longer than predicted.
Stuart got married last summer and one of my favorite memories of all time will be the love I saw in their eyes as son and mother danced together. She seemed so well and so happy. It's something to be thankful for..that she got to attend her son's marriage to a lady who also loved Isabel. There was so very much good in Isabel's life and it's just not right that it was taken away from her too soon.
Steve said he was glad her suffering was over and I agree. I remember feeling the same way when Dennis passed away. Their illness makes us feel as though we're on a horrific roller coaster of hope and dismay until we become numb..In the end, we only want them to be at peace and then we'll handle the fallout from their loss.
Losing someone we love and who held an important position in our lives is like losing a part of our history. It's like being whittled away and it will take time to accept it.
I miss you, Isabel. I always will.
Friday, March 25, 2016
Coincidence?
I love stories of possible coincidence that ended up being a life-saving moment. One such moment happened yesterday to Shelley.
Shelley is a nurse practitioner who was on her way to "Bed and Bath". She set her GPS for the address where she was going and headed off to her destination. When she reached a certain point, her GPS told her to turn left when she was pretty certain she was supposed to turn right. Tending to believe the GPS, she turned left and drove out of her way for 2 miles before deciding the GPS was wrong and u-turned to retrace her steps.
In less than a city block, she witnessed a car crash into a tree. She could see a figure inside the car that wasn't moving so she rushed over to do what she could, telling a young man at the scene to start breaking windows to get the driver out. This was very important because smoke was beginning to come out of the car.
The young man was able to break into the car and helped remove the unconscious driver so Shelley could perform CPR on him. When she started he had no pulse and wasn't breathing but she was able to "restart" him. When paramedics arrived, Shelley stepped aside and let them do their work. Apparently the driver stopped breathing again as they loaded him into the ambulance so we don't know if he survived.
The point is...what intervention occurred to have Shelley's GPS send her 2 miles out of her way where she would see an accident and be present to offer medical attention? This story gives me chills to think how many times in our lives, accidental occurrences result in a most favorable outcome.
Was this just a coincidence? I honestly don't think so and it reinforces my belief that there is some kind of guidance and plan for our existence on this planet. Not being religious, it's difficult for me to make logic out of this but it is what it is...and I doubt very much that it was coincidence.
Update: Shelley hunted him down at the hospital he was taken to and he is still alive but in an induced coma. She met his family who had been told of her involvement in saving his life and who were very grateful to her. It still remains uncertain if he will recover but I'm thinking all of this didn't happen just so that he'd live but a few days more. I think he was saved for a purpose and it would be interesting to learn what it was.
Shelley is a nurse practitioner who was on her way to "Bed and Bath". She set her GPS for the address where she was going and headed off to her destination. When she reached a certain point, her GPS told her to turn left when she was pretty certain she was supposed to turn right. Tending to believe the GPS, she turned left and drove out of her way for 2 miles before deciding the GPS was wrong and u-turned to retrace her steps.
In less than a city block, she witnessed a car crash into a tree. She could see a figure inside the car that wasn't moving so she rushed over to do what she could, telling a young man at the scene to start breaking windows to get the driver out. This was very important because smoke was beginning to come out of the car.
The young man was able to break into the car and helped remove the unconscious driver so Shelley could perform CPR on him. When she started he had no pulse and wasn't breathing but she was able to "restart" him. When paramedics arrived, Shelley stepped aside and let them do their work. Apparently the driver stopped breathing again as they loaded him into the ambulance so we don't know if he survived.
The point is...what intervention occurred to have Shelley's GPS send her 2 miles out of her way where she would see an accident and be present to offer medical attention? This story gives me chills to think how many times in our lives, accidental occurrences result in a most favorable outcome.
Was this just a coincidence? I honestly don't think so and it reinforces my belief that there is some kind of guidance and plan for our existence on this planet. Not being religious, it's difficult for me to make logic out of this but it is what it is...and I doubt very much that it was coincidence.
Update: Shelley hunted him down at the hospital he was taken to and he is still alive but in an induced coma. She met his family who had been told of her involvement in saving his life and who were very grateful to her. It still remains uncertain if he will recover but I'm thinking all of this didn't happen just so that he'd live but a few days more. I think he was saved for a purpose and it would be interesting to learn what it was.
Friday, March 18, 2016
Friday Morning Coffee
Many years ago I got the idea to start a coffee morning get-together for the ladies in the park. It's been a source of fun and getting to know each other ever since and I'm always amazed how much the ladies enjoy it. I'm not a very outgoing person so I don't know why I chose to do this but I'm glad I did.
A few years ago we hit the 22 attendees point but so many have left the park now that the average might be just below or just above the dozen mark. I'm not sure if my circle of friends is diminishing or that the new people in the park just aren't interested. Of course, many of the new people are younger but that's never seemed to be a deterrent before.
The final Friday coffee morning this year will be on April 1st. It's a holiday but I just didn't want to end our get-togethers too early in March. Husbands will be allowed to join us on our last coffee morning of the season...some are brave enough to come, too!
My Florida winter season is rapidly coming to an end and in three weeks I'll be back home. It will be nice getting back into the flow of the lives of my family there.
But today is coffee time and I know it will be full of laughs. I am very grateful for the company of such wonderful ladies and the fact that they like me enough to join me every Friday morning we're in Florida.
Update: As our morning was coming to a close, Dee presented me with a gift from my ladies...a deluxe pedicure at the salon they know I get mine done. I was very overcome with emotion knowing these ladies care about me so I couldn't read the card and put it aside to read later. Everyone left a little message on it and I'll save and treasure it forever. The pedicure I'll enjoy this coming Thursday!
A few years ago we hit the 22 attendees point but so many have left the park now that the average might be just below or just above the dozen mark. I'm not sure if my circle of friends is diminishing or that the new people in the park just aren't interested. Of course, many of the new people are younger but that's never seemed to be a deterrent before.
The final Friday coffee morning this year will be on April 1st. It's a holiday but I just didn't want to end our get-togethers too early in March. Husbands will be allowed to join us on our last coffee morning of the season...some are brave enough to come, too!
My Florida winter season is rapidly coming to an end and in three weeks I'll be back home. It will be nice getting back into the flow of the lives of my family there.
But today is coffee time and I know it will be full of laughs. I am very grateful for the company of such wonderful ladies and the fact that they like me enough to join me every Friday morning we're in Florida.
Update: As our morning was coming to a close, Dee presented me with a gift from my ladies...a deluxe pedicure at the salon they know I get mine done. I was very overcome with emotion knowing these ladies care about me so I couldn't read the card and put it aside to read later. Everyone left a little message on it and I'll save and treasure it forever. The pedicure I'll enjoy this coming Thursday!
Thursday, March 17, 2016
St. Patrick's Day in the 1950's
My heritage is pretty scattered but I do know I have at least 1/8th Irish blood through my grandmother and her father. It's all I can cling to because the rest of my heritage (other than 1/8th French through the same grandmother) is unknown. It's enough for me to feel quite Irish.
We're having a St. Patrick's Day dinner at the clubhouse today with corned beef and cabbage...this reminds me so strongly of my youth.
I lived with my grandmother, grandfather, mother, and sister in the 1940's and 1950's. My grandmother had been a bootlegger for as long as I could remember but it wasn't a sleazy operation because her customers were mainly old Irish widowers who just wanted an nice place to spend a Sunday afternoon drinking beer and singing Irish songs.
My grandfather was a true Irishman (not my blood relative, though) so the combination of him and my 50% Irish grandmother was the reason we celebrated St. Patrick's Day to the fullest. Nan would somehow make the beer green and always cooked a fantastic meal of corned beef and cabbage. Delicious! She was an excellent cook who taught me nothing about cooking. Too bad.
Nan always put a henna rinse in her grey hair to make it a nasty orange color but she liked it. On St. Patrick's Day, she also dressed in green and put a green bow in her hair. At the time I thought it looked hideous but I'd give up a year of my life to see it all again. You often don't appreciate the treasures in your life until you lose them. My Nan was a character and a treasure.
I mentioned before how I loved to sit quietly in a corner and listen to these old Irishmen sing the Irish songs. On St. Patrick's Day, they were sung with more fervor but maybe that's because they drank a little bit more beer in celebration of their day. I cherish those memories.
I haven't had corned beef and cabbage since she passed away so I'm hoping today's meal with be authentic but, even if it isn't, I'll be sharing it with good friends. Life is good.
We're having a St. Patrick's Day dinner at the clubhouse today with corned beef and cabbage...this reminds me so strongly of my youth.
I lived with my grandmother, grandfather, mother, and sister in the 1940's and 1950's. My grandmother had been a bootlegger for as long as I could remember but it wasn't a sleazy operation because her customers were mainly old Irish widowers who just wanted an nice place to spend a Sunday afternoon drinking beer and singing Irish songs.
My grandfather was a true Irishman (not my blood relative, though) so the combination of him and my 50% Irish grandmother was the reason we celebrated St. Patrick's Day to the fullest. Nan would somehow make the beer green and always cooked a fantastic meal of corned beef and cabbage. Delicious! She was an excellent cook who taught me nothing about cooking. Too bad.
Nan always put a henna rinse in her grey hair to make it a nasty orange color but she liked it. On St. Patrick's Day, she also dressed in green and put a green bow in her hair. At the time I thought it looked hideous but I'd give up a year of my life to see it all again. You often don't appreciate the treasures in your life until you lose them. My Nan was a character and a treasure.
I mentioned before how I loved to sit quietly in a corner and listen to these old Irishmen sing the Irish songs. On St. Patrick's Day, they were sung with more fervor but maybe that's because they drank a little bit more beer in celebration of their day. I cherish those memories.
I haven't had corned beef and cabbage since she passed away so I'm hoping today's meal with be authentic but, even if it isn't, I'll be sharing it with good friends. Life is good.
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Daydreaming
It's entirely possible that I daydream more than most people and that's because I'm very aware how many forks in the road of life I came upon. At each and every fork, I had to make a conscious decision which path to follow. Some were big mistakes but I have no-one to blame but myself. Granted, many times I felt I had no choice but to choose the path I did but, in the end, it was my choice.
I often do my daydreaming in the hour or so before I fall asleep at night. I imagine how my life would have turned out if I'd made different choices. It's really amazing how just by choosing one alternate path would have changed my life immeasurably.
I shouldn't have had my children so young but I would never change that part of my life because, by doing so, I wouldn't have the family I do today. Maybe accidents are not accidents at all but a higher power's way of directing us.
Many of my daydreams begin after my family is intact. I imagine having gone back to school and better educated myself. I did try that but my husband couldn't deal with it and I quit. What if I had struggled on instead of caving in?? It makes for an interesting scenario in my daydreams.
But, way too often, I can't make a different choice of path in life simply because I know how much it would cost me. Even my daydreams become restricted because it would mean a loss of something I treasure in my real life.
By circumstance, I have landed my 75 1/2 year old butt in a pretty nice place. I'm happy. I have a loving family and most of my health. Maybe this is where I was meant to be all along. But it's still fun to imagine how it could have been if I'd taken a few different roads.
I often do my daydreaming in the hour or so before I fall asleep at night. I imagine how my life would have turned out if I'd made different choices. It's really amazing how just by choosing one alternate path would have changed my life immeasurably.
I shouldn't have had my children so young but I would never change that part of my life because, by doing so, I wouldn't have the family I do today. Maybe accidents are not accidents at all but a higher power's way of directing us.
Many of my daydreams begin after my family is intact. I imagine having gone back to school and better educated myself. I did try that but my husband couldn't deal with it and I quit. What if I had struggled on instead of caving in?? It makes for an interesting scenario in my daydreams.
But, way too often, I can't make a different choice of path in life simply because I know how much it would cost me. Even my daydreams become restricted because it would mean a loss of something I treasure in my real life.
By circumstance, I have landed my 75 1/2 year old butt in a pretty nice place. I'm happy. I have a loving family and most of my health. Maybe this is where I was meant to be all along. But it's still fun to imagine how it could have been if I'd taken a few different roads.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
A Contented Life
I never lose track of the fact that it was Dennis' hard work that gave me this comfortable life and it's so sad that he didn't live long enough to fully enjoy his retirement. He was always the strong, healthy one (other than smoking) and I was the fat, depressed one...but here I am now, very happy with my life. It's strange how life takes so many turns until you arrive where you do.
I've made direct changes to my attitude about life and maybe have become the person I was meant to be all along. I wrote before about my belief that marrying too young stunts one's mental maturity and I honestly believe that happened to me. It seemed my mind really was in a state of chaos when I was younger because I couldn't make sense of my life.
These days, I have good friends who are wonderful to be around and who fill my days and thoughts with happiness. My family is doing fine and we're very closely connected...I don't think I could be happy if that changed at all.
I have plans. The biggest and best is to visit Sylvia in September and then to be well enough to travel back to Florida for next winter. I'm trying not to think about the good friends here who might not make it back and that's not pleasant to think about. Of course, I'm eager to see all my family again but it does help to have Shelley living so close through the winter.
I'm going over to Shelley's on Saturday and bar hopping with her, Faye, and Marilee to a Newfoundland bar. Matt and Kellie arrive later that night for a week's vacation and I'm so thrilled to see them. There will be all kinds of family get-togethers all month, ending with Shelley's "cousins" party on April 2nd when I'll see more of my nieces and nephews, too. Kim, Cindy, and Don will be there so all my 3 girls will be together!
Cindy, Don, and I will head back to Canada later that week and I'm not sad to go. It's time to go on with the next phase of my year and enjoy Nolan and Nash while they're still little boys. My life is good.
I'll be 76 in August...another thing that's hard to believe because I don't feel it. Mind you, my body keeps reminding me, though. What I feel is a vibrant, curious mind that knows it has much to learn yet. I often wonder how it will be when I'm at the end of my life...I know I'll be sorry to leave my loved ones but I think I'll still be curious about what happens next. I believe life goes on somewhere but I'll just have to wait and see.
But I'm going to enjoy today. The peace and quiet of the morning, the Sewing Club luncheon at noon, a nap in the afternoon, and then playing cards this evening with friends. Who could have thought this old gal's life could turn out so nice?
Tuesday, March 08, 2016
Broken Bed
I've been really happy with my new bed but did notice how the bed frame seemed to be kind of squeaky...no other activity here than me rolling over in my sleep!
Last night I got up to pee and, when I went back to bed, the frame spread out and the box spring was in serious danger of falling to the floor. I'm thankful this happened when I wasn't laying down or I bet something would have broken, either me or the bed!
And so I had a choice...either go sleep on the sofa or raise the mattress and box spring to see what had happened to the bed frame. I was a little worried because I'd already hurt my arm moving the sofa a few weeks ago and didn't want to cause any more harm to myself but I was curious. The first thing I did was to drag the mattress off and prop it up against the wall. This trailer bedroom is only about 8' x 8' so there's not much room to maneuver. Next I lifted the end of the box spring up just enough to see that the bed frame had separated in the center where it should have been locked in place.
My only option to draw it back in and screw it in place was to lay the heavy box spring on my head so that my hands were free. Very difficult and uncomfortable but I was determined. It took really only a few minutes to accomplish this because I also had to draw the frame in the perfect amount, not too wide or too narrow, so that the box spring would sit perfectly on it. I did it! And, after tightening the screw that holds the frame tightly in place, I managed to get the box spring and mattress back safely on it. I was quite pleased with myself!
I crawled back in bed and noticed no more squeaks. If I ever hear that bed squeak again, I'll know the frame has loosened up and will fix the problem before it becomes a problem.
Last night I got up to pee and, when I went back to bed, the frame spread out and the box spring was in serious danger of falling to the floor. I'm thankful this happened when I wasn't laying down or I bet something would have broken, either me or the bed!
And so I had a choice...either go sleep on the sofa or raise the mattress and box spring to see what had happened to the bed frame. I was a little worried because I'd already hurt my arm moving the sofa a few weeks ago and didn't want to cause any more harm to myself but I was curious. The first thing I did was to drag the mattress off and prop it up against the wall. This trailer bedroom is only about 8' x 8' so there's not much room to maneuver. Next I lifted the end of the box spring up just enough to see that the bed frame had separated in the center where it should have been locked in place.
My only option to draw it back in and screw it in place was to lay the heavy box spring on my head so that my hands were free. Very difficult and uncomfortable but I was determined. It took really only a few minutes to accomplish this because I also had to draw the frame in the perfect amount, not too wide or too narrow, so that the box spring would sit perfectly on it. I did it! And, after tightening the screw that holds the frame tightly in place, I managed to get the box spring and mattress back safely on it. I was quite pleased with myself!
I crawled back in bed and noticed no more squeaks. If I ever hear that bed squeak again, I'll know the frame has loosened up and will fix the problem before it becomes a problem.
Monday, March 07, 2016
Today's List
The biggest chore I had to do today was to have my shower and wash my hair. I love easy days like this because it leaves a whole lot of time for me to play...not sure what I'll play at today, though.
I can't go anywhere until the bug man comes and I can tell him about the carpenter ants living in or near my trailer. I rarely see one but they were in full force behind the paneling when it was removed so I have to get the bug man to deal with that.
Carol and I will be going out for lunch after he sprays. I just wonder why his monthly spraying didn't kill all those ants off, though, but maybe it takes something different to get rid of them. George comes once a month year round and sprays both inside my trailer and outside. The cost is $16 and will never go higher because his policy is to always charge what he first charged. That means that there are people here in the park who pay less or more than I do. He's kind of an oddball but he's honest and reliable so I consider myself lucky to have him.
It's getting near the end of my Florida winter and there are lots of fun times happening this month. Matt and Kellie arrive on Saturday and will be spending Sunday night and Monday with me. Then I'll go over to Faye and Marilee's on the 19th for a few days, bringing Faye back with me until the 26th when we head back to Shelley's to go to a baseball game. I think Kim, Kyran, and Tammy will be there, too.
The big "cousins" party is on April 2nd when Cindy and Don arrive. Val comes in some time before that. Party night is for all the family and I'll have Nicole drive me and my car home for me. Sam can drive his car...they both live in Orlando so it's not too much out of their way.
Cindy, Don, and I head back to Canada on the 7th or 8th and I'm expecting we'll just need the one overnight to get home. I'm ready to be home and have been a little homesick all winter.
This has been an eventful winter in many ways. Shelley and John took over my lot rent and I did a major $1200 repair job to the tipouts...repaired water damage and put in new windows. Shelley and John are still in the midst of a huge construction job at their house which we're all hoping will be done by the time the cousins arrive. In a way, our lives have been kind of upside down most of the winter but these things had to be done.
Anyway, today is an easy and restful one. Now I'll go and watch some T.V. while I wait for the bug man!
I can't go anywhere until the bug man comes and I can tell him about the carpenter ants living in or near my trailer. I rarely see one but they were in full force behind the paneling when it was removed so I have to get the bug man to deal with that.
Carol and I will be going out for lunch after he sprays. I just wonder why his monthly spraying didn't kill all those ants off, though, but maybe it takes something different to get rid of them. George comes once a month year round and sprays both inside my trailer and outside. The cost is $16 and will never go higher because his policy is to always charge what he first charged. That means that there are people here in the park who pay less or more than I do. He's kind of an oddball but he's honest and reliable so I consider myself lucky to have him.
It's getting near the end of my Florida winter and there are lots of fun times happening this month. Matt and Kellie arrive on Saturday and will be spending Sunday night and Monday with me. Then I'll go over to Faye and Marilee's on the 19th for a few days, bringing Faye back with me until the 26th when we head back to Shelley's to go to a baseball game. I think Kim, Kyran, and Tammy will be there, too.
The big "cousins" party is on April 2nd when Cindy and Don arrive. Val comes in some time before that. Party night is for all the family and I'll have Nicole drive me and my car home for me. Sam can drive his car...they both live in Orlando so it's not too much out of their way.
Cindy, Don, and I head back to Canada on the 7th or 8th and I'm expecting we'll just need the one overnight to get home. I'm ready to be home and have been a little homesick all winter.
This has been an eventful winter in many ways. Shelley and John took over my lot rent and I did a major $1200 repair job to the tipouts...repaired water damage and put in new windows. Shelley and John are still in the midst of a huge construction job at their house which we're all hoping will be done by the time the cousins arrive. In a way, our lives have been kind of upside down most of the winter but these things had to be done.
Anyway, today is an easy and restful one. Now I'll go and watch some T.V. while I wait for the bug man!
Wednesday, March 02, 2016
Donald Trump
I consider myself a guest here in the United States and it isn't my right to publicly discuss my personal views of their politicians. If I disagree with an American's choices, I keep it to myself but I've been biting my tongue a long time about Donald Trump and I think it might be okay to air my views on this blog.
He scares the crap out of me.
I sort of understand his appeal to the people because many are fed up with what they see as unfair laws in their country. They're tired of paying taxes to support illegal aliens for one thing and that's understandable. Donald Trump would show them no mercy and toss them all out of the country. Americans want big changes in their country and Donald Trump is the bully that will effect those changes. He's also the bully that will destroy their country if by some horrendous chance he becomes president of the United States.
Donald Trump is an egotist beyond all reason. There is no way a man like him could ever consider the rights and needs of another person let alone a whole country full of people. He is such an egotist that I believe he entered the race for president as a colossal joke...even he never thought the people would elect him. What a shock to see how many very good Americans have responded well to him out of fear and desperation.
I read Facebook every morning and it hurts my heart to see how many truly decent Americans are on his bandwagon, believing he will serve them best as their president. It's frightening. For one thing, the president of any country should have a shred of humanity that would prevent them from harming their countrymen. Trump has never shown himself to be anything but an egotistical bully. The thought of him in control of the great United States is horrifying.
No, it's not my place to open my big mouth and suggest to my good friends here that they've chosen a demon to support. I can only hope that Trump doesn't win.
He scares the crap out of me.
I sort of understand his appeal to the people because many are fed up with what they see as unfair laws in their country. They're tired of paying taxes to support illegal aliens for one thing and that's understandable. Donald Trump would show them no mercy and toss them all out of the country. Americans want big changes in their country and Donald Trump is the bully that will effect those changes. He's also the bully that will destroy their country if by some horrendous chance he becomes president of the United States.
Donald Trump is an egotist beyond all reason. There is no way a man like him could ever consider the rights and needs of another person let alone a whole country full of people. He is such an egotist that I believe he entered the race for president as a colossal joke...even he never thought the people would elect him. What a shock to see how many very good Americans have responded well to him out of fear and desperation.
I read Facebook every morning and it hurts my heart to see how many truly decent Americans are on his bandwagon, believing he will serve them best as their president. It's frightening. For one thing, the president of any country should have a shred of humanity that would prevent them from harming their countrymen. Trump has never shown himself to be anything but an egotistical bully. The thought of him in control of the great United States is horrifying.
No, it's not my place to open my big mouth and suggest to my good friends here that they've chosen a demon to support. I can only hope that Trump doesn't win.
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