Thursday, June 27, 2013

Holy Cow!


While June has been very hot and there has been a marked lack of precipitation, around my house I am living under the old adage, "When it rains, it pours."

Without going into a great deal of detail, suffice to say that the last month has been very stressful.

My sweet, elderly father's mild dementia has started taking its toll, and my sisters and I are scrambling to find ways and benefits to make sure he can come back home from the short-term rehabilitation center, where it is familiar and "his." Medicare, Medicaid, private insurance, home-health care, 24-hour care, costs, Veterans Benefits, safety, and security, all have become email discussion topics amongst us in our frequent "reply-all" updates. We are finding, however, that these things move incredibly slow, and we are getting our lessons in patience. Everything seems to be on track - for now as we seem to be in the "hurry up and wait" mode...


Second, (and I would rather not get into any explanations) serious life-changing choices and the subsequent fall-out has been catching up with my grown son. Even though I love him with all of my heart, I also know it is his life to live, and learn from...

Add to that a collections subpoena for a shared insurance debt from 2009 of my husband and his ex-wife. A debt that my husband paid his share for (plus additional monies to her for) and a debt his ex-wife ... did not. The debt has been paid by my husband and a reimbursement agreement is pending...

On June 12, I also had to say good-bye to the German exchange student for whom I was the local coordinator for. It is still incredibly hard to believe that it has already been ten months since that shy, young girl stepped onto U.S. soil and became a part of my host family's home. What a wonderful, beautiful young woman left to fly back home. And what an amazing year it has been learning from her!

It is true, I am a born fretter.


Thank goodness for my "therapy" where I can keep my mind and my hands busy.





Come on July!



Wednesday, June 5, 2013

You Just Can't Judge a Book by its Cover

Dudley and I decided to walk across the street for an "outing," and were trotting along merrily when we chanced upon a beer bottle which has been laying under one of the trees next to the elementary school. 


Whilst lawn mowing, the operator deemed it unnecessary to pick up said bottle and mowed over it instead, producing an array of shards. We walked past and then I decided it would be prudent to try to pick up as many pieces as I could to protect child and/or canine feet (felines are too smart to step on glass, I understand).

I pulled out an orange poo bag and bent so I could carefully pick up the glass. However, I had to keep telling Dudley to stay away. He commenced to roll over on his side, apparently assuming I was bent over to scratch his belly.

So, there I was, bent over at the waist, big black dog laying at my feet on the side of  a busy four lane street picking up pieces of a brown beer bottle with my fingers and placing them in a poo bag...

Ah, never mind...

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