Have you ever had a day when the phone rings off the hook? Weell, now, I was hooked on the phone, line and sinker. Doctor's calls, chimney flue calls, pharmacist's calls, friend's calls, financial advisor calls and the calls go on and on. When I spoke to my doctor's nurse today, she told me that our phone was out of line and needed a repair. It would ring in once and go dead. Or it would ring in many times and then go to a busy signal. So, I called the phone company to explain our situation.
Yes, there would be a Frontier's man or person coming to check our telephone line. With a call coming from Pittsburgh, we are in need of a working line. In the afternoon, I noticed a fellow with a tool belt on in our backyard. I sent Mom on a mission to discover who was in our backyard. Lo and behold, it was the Frontier's man coming to "call" about our telephone trials. He noted that the call box was quite old, perhaps since the house was first built and it needed replacing, which he did and even called us to see if it was working. Yes, it was. Woo Hoo!! So, keep those calls a coming, one and all!!
Talked with Jodi H. to see if he would paint the interior of my new abode and he said he wanted to see what was involved. He has signed on to paint the wooden window frames, the garage door, shutters- a cranberry color, the back deck and the interior of the house. We found some electric outdoors for him to listen to his music. He is excited about this. I can hear him now serenading my new neighborhood. They will think that there is a party going on.
Tom, a sweetheart of a guy, is picking up my sleigh bed and all its pieces this weekend and delivering them to my storage shed. The storage shed will be packed to the rafters once again. Tom will not let me pay him, so I made him agree that I would take him and Mom out to eat. Woo Hoo as my cooking is not cooking in any sense of the word. Tom said that he is looking forward to our outing after polishing off the furniture in the sleigh bed shed.
Received news from Dan T. that all is well in his new home near Cazenovia. He is setting up his studio for painting and has invited painter, Diane and Jerry B. from Rochester. We all will be meeting them for the very first time, though we are on the phone a lot together. We are all excited about this rendez-vous. Diane and Jerry will be coming at a great time as nature will be showing off her oranges, reds, yellows, browns in a flourish of fall colors that will tempt Diane and Dan's palettes. Let the painting begin. Just as important will be our spending time together and chit chatting. I can't wait to meet and greet the Bluffs and I am not bluffing about that either.
MIBISIGI is on its way with the following information from Marcia H.
MIBI will be Oct 24th at the Elm Park church on Chestnut St. It is the church that is across from Rite Aid and just down the street from the Dairy Queen. I am not sure about the time. It's usually preview at 6:30 with the auction starting at 7:00. I'll let you know when I have more info.
We invite you all to attend. My sisters, Mom and friends will be eating out first and then, we will head off to preview the handmade and crafted projects, while signing up for a paddle to bid with. It is great fun as it is highly entertaining and all the monies go to good causes. Refreshments are available. You can buy your Christmas gifts with just lifting a finger, or in this case, a hand with a paddle. Happy Bidding!!
When I spoke to Ed, my pharmacist, this morning, somehow, we got on the topic of my outing to find wool for my Santa Claus canvasses. Much to his delight and mine, he mentioned that his sister is into wool, looms, etc. I told him she needed to go and see Lisa M., wooler extraordinaire, loomer, dyer, rug maker, clothes maker, sample maker of felting, etc. Her workshop is fascinating to visit. I did not get up close and personal with the sheep, however. All I know about them is the following-four legs, clip the "hair", feed them-what? I am not sure., two ears, two eyes..By now, you are getting the picture. I am not too knowledgeable about these little critters. All I do know is that they produce the finest in wools, silk, etc. and Lisa M. can turn this into stunning pieces of artwork. No less, Lisa M. lives only 5 to 10 minutes from my bear man. Is this incredible or what? My old neck of the woods is filled with talented and gifted people. What a hoot-in this case- a double hoot.
Bob S. called today from PA. He and his wife, Jeanine were and are the best friends of my parents, Mom and Tiff. Jeanine and Mom's birthdays are on the same day. We've often celebrated their birthdays together. My step dad and Bob were a comedy routine together. We were always in stitches about their childhood stories, schoolhood days, signing up for the Army during WWII, even though they were too young to do so legally, family stories, etc. Our time with Bob and Jeanine has always been extremely special. They are family. Bob has come down with BOOP pneumonia. We wish he had come down with Betty Boop, but no such luck. Bob has been fighting this condition since this past January and his first doctor sounds like he was clueless in how to treat this condition. Finally, as Bob was throwing up blood, he ended up at the Sayre Hospital and the doctor there seems to know how to treat this condition.
I am trying to convince Bob to get a second opinion as you can not fool around with your lungs. I am a prime example of this. I've seen so many specialists and stumped them with my case that I feel like I know enough to be somewhat dangerous. So, my second opinion crusade began again today as Bob called me for help. I researched his condition on-line and the treatment for it, along with the side effects of taking prednisone. We agreed that it is a nasty drug, but it is keeping us alive. Hallelujah! Our eye sight and our bones will take a beating, but we are just like the Energizer Bunny, we will keep on marching.
I asked Bob if he had received our get well cards. I had picked out a card about chicken noodle soup and signed it with Colonel Saunders. Next was a card that said, "I want to get out of this *&^%$#@! hospital." Of course, I signed this George Carlin and the address was Filth Ave., NY NY much to his surprise. Another card involved describing tests that would have to be done. So, of course, this card came from Nurse Hatchet, who lived on Ratchet Lane.
Bob said he opened the cards to discover these bizarre individuals and then he looked at the return address, only to continue laughing about the absurdity of it all. So, today, we sent one from Bessie the Cow. The card said, "Where is your boo boo?" and when you open it, there are these hologram lips to kiss the boo boo. I signed off with mooch love, Bessie. Wait 'til he gets that one. Naturally, THE POPE has sent his regards via a religious get well wish.
One can only wonder what Bob will think with these cards arriving soon. This idea came to me from Kathi B., who, when I was sick sent me faithfully cards from celebrities, Pope Jean-Paul (naturally, I felt blessed.), Britney Spears, etc. I just loved these cards and shared them with my roommates, much to their delight, too. Thank you, Kathi B. as I am paying it forward based on your kindness to me. Bob is still chuckling and saying that if Tiff had received these cards, he would have been howling.
Dinner out with Joyce and Bruce A., very good friends of my parents. They are just down the street from us and have been wonderful friends of ours. We celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary four years late. Can you imagine that? Our good intentions of celebrating their 50th didn't pan out like we thought-me getting sick threw so many important events in our lives to the wayside, but I am happy to say we still celebrated, as this year is their 54th anniversary and we are thrilled for them. They are adorable.
l learned from Joyce and Mom about beautifying my hair. Joyce's advice -wash my hair in beer and it will make it soft. Yes, she has done this. "What kind of beer?," I asked, curious to know more. "Any kind," she replied. She availed herself of Bruce's beer. Mom said she had put egg whites in her hair to keep it shinny blond when she was young. This lead to the Rod and Gun Club in Unadilla making pancakes with beer. I didn't know this. And here is one for the records. My Mom mentioned that she hadn't had the Rod and Gun Club's pancakes in quite some time just this morning. Leave it to me to point out that out to Joyce and Bruce that no wonder Mom wanted to go have their pancakes, as they were made out of beer. By this point, we were laughing again.
So, one of these weekend mornings, we are all off to sample these unique beer pancakes that everyone tells me that are delicious. We shall see- a taste test is in order.
Could there be anything else going on? I don't know, but it turned into a busy day, but a fun filled day. Very enjoyable.
Oh, not to forget, but one of my former students, Scott I. called to chit chat. What a cutie patootie. He is going to college and doing well. He lived in Ireland and loved it. I am so proud of my kids. They are college bound, traveling, learning and living life to the fullest. It doesn't get better than that. It does my heart good to know that my kids are doing well and learning tons.
They are my salvation on bad days. They bring a smile to my face and a song to my heart. Bless them.
May you try beer pancakes, beer on your hair along with egg whites (who is a redneck, now?), celebrate 50 years of wedded bliss, receive an invitation to hang out with a phenomenal artist in his studio, and may you receive get well wishes from all sorts of "characters." Though, my wish is that you are never sick and if you are, here is an Irish blessing, sent to me by Bonnie B. Thank you for sharing.
Just click and be amazed by this blessing. We are all in need of blessings. Here is yours from me to you.
http://www.e-water.net/irishblessing_en.html
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