Saturday, April 30, 2011
Anyhow, the morning's tasks are running quite smoothly and by the time I unlock the store at 8, I have already done two loads of laundry, cleaned the restrooms, made the coffee and the rolls. I sit down to relax at my desk with my computer while I wait for all the hungry breakfast crowd and he who complains about the price of fuel is off on some errand that involves driving. The door opens and as I rise from my chair I am treated to a view of a tattoo on the bare belly of a young man. Can I help you? (all the while doubting that I can actually help this person). I do not recognize face or tattoo. He is accompanied by a woman of indeterminate age and another shirtless friend and I know that they aren't staying here in the kampground. We want some of that good coffee. How does he know it's good? While the two males are pouring and doctoring their coffee the female is wandering among the merchandise. She is in shorts and a shirt that look like she slept in them. Her hair is unkempt and she doesn't appear to be one to attempt to enhance her appearance with make-up, so I can't really tell if she just tumbled out of a fitful sleep or if this is her "look". She spies a sample size bottle of Pert shampoo and the three meet at the counter for a discussion on the number of heads this bottle will wash. They finally agree that it won't take much for them all to get a shower.
There is a glass display case holding my sock monkeys for display and Tattoo says to his female companion, Now, honey, them ain't for sale, they's just to look at. I don't bother to correct him. He starts to laugh and then looks at his Honey ....... Hell, them monkeys kinda look like you. He is still chuckling as they all shuffle out to their car in their bare feet. And, after some consideration, I have to agree with him.
Friday, April 29, 2011
I had the chance to watch him play baseball while I was in Minnesota. He looked so handsome and grown-up. He was the catcher. I was huddled in a chair with a blanket on me, watching him play ............ as the gale force winds threatened to blow me away as my teeth chattered. Then he got hurt. His hand, not bad, just a painful contusion. I walked over to the dugout, hoping that movement might even generate some heat. He surprised me by giving me a hug! I haven't had a hug in public since kindergarten! Then the sleet started coming down and we hurried to the car. But, I got a hug in public! And that was before I gave him his birthday present!
Happy Birthday to my grandson, Gage!
I grab a cup and go to the TV. Expecting to see Matt and Meredith covering the royal wedding that I slept through (like I would have gotten up and tuned in at that hour ....), instead I get Star Trek Next Generation and wonder if that is the wedding and my vision has been affected by the last two days of a headache. No, wrong channel. They managed to marry without me and the two kisses have been broadcast over and over. The Royal experts are rehashing the event endlessly and I am sipping my first coffee of the day............
High yield? Not cups, I tell you. It is not bad. Forgettable, tasteless. Maybe I didn't use enough. I used the same amount I normally do, then when I read that "high yield" nonsense I was almost afraid it would be too strong. Taste like hot water with a little hint of coffee. And I bought the industrial size can. High yield, indeed.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
After sitting quietly for half an hour and regaining full vision, I sadly noted to myself that I had not caught it quite in time. Going to bed to sleep it off was not an option, since he who could take my place was at his other job. I did console myself with the knowledge that even if he had been here and I had managed to drift into sleep, he would have awakened me to see if I felt any better. So, I made a little cocoon for myself on the couch with the dogs and put the phone on a pillow to muffle the sound and moving very carefully and slowly spent the afternoon answering phone calls in a hushed voice and checking in three campers. I dosed myself every two hours with aspirin, then Tylenol, then Ibuprofen. I do, after all, believe in equal opportunity and giving each drug a chance to work a miracle.
When he who was concerned arrived home (having had a call from me to express my distress), he was happy to report that he had a lone Vicodin left from his last dental emergency! I accepted his offering eagerly and after popping it in half, took one half and felt the pain retreat in about 20 minutes. I slept like a baby and awoke feeling so much better. The sun was even shining! I drank my coffee and began my day. Looking forward to planting some Black Eyed Susan's along the fence. I preformed all my morning ablutions, brushing my teeth, washing my face, batting at my bed head and carefully flushing away any allergens that might be lurking in my nasal cavities with my neti pot.
I mounted my trusty golf cart and drove to site 2 where my kamper buddy Yvonne had the plants that she carefully saved for me when her sister-in-law thinned her beds. I loaded them on the cart and hoe in hand set about planting. The soil here is so wet that I could have dug the holes with my hands. I was happily tucking my little plants in and envisioning them swaying in the breeze with their happy faces against the red fence ............. not again, the squiggling silver fish are at the outer edges of my vision. Maybe it just the sun reflected on the leaves of the plants? No, definitely having tunnel vision now. As I am coming round the bend, he who mows, waves at me from his mower and I stop. He mouths are you alright? I shake me head in the negative and immediately regret doing so. He cuts the engine and instructs me to go lay down and take the other half of the Vicodin. Good idea.
I manage to navigate the cart to the front door and walk carefully inside. I was on the sofa when I popped the pill in half .......... where did I put the half I didn't take? On the table beside me, thinking at the time, that I should really put it in something so I wouldn't lose it and the dogs wouldn't get it. Did I? I cannot remember doing so and I can't really see now. I am trying to be very careful as I feel all along the table top. I can't find it and total panic seizes me along with a rush of adrenalin. Not good with the impending headache, just in case you ever need to know. Next thing I do is gather each of my animals into my arms. Why? I don't know. Maybe I am thinking I will be able to tell by touch if they have Vicodin in their system. I am about to call he who would rescue me when I remember where I put the Vicodin.
I still have a headache and am hoping it will go away when this next storm system rolls through this afternoon. But ........... the dogs are all okay!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
It has also been an exercise in writing for me. I have always wanted to write a book ......... but what would be the purpose if no one wanted to read it? My view of the world is a little skewed and I find irony in many things. The first attempt at writing was what I call The Book Of Adrienne . Adrienne is my youngest and most adventurous. She left Minnesota and moved to Florida. Her siblings stayed close by and when we visited her (on demand, to bring the rest of her belongings) I had a hard time leaving her behind. I sensed that she needed me. While he who drives, was at wheel of the motor home I was on task with paper and pen. I was a little teary as I watched her waving goodbye. Anyone who knows her would never think of her as needy. She is almost 6 feet tall and my head rests on her shoulder when I stand next to her; but that will never negate the fact that she is my baby. I have been known to say that had she been my first, she still would have been my last. She is, and always has been a force to be reckoned with.
With all my thoughts of her tumbling through my mind I started writing down all my memories of her childhood. There were many. The girl leaves her stamp where ever she goes. When I got home I started pulling pictures of her out and matching stories with them. I was going to type the stories and print them, but my dear daughter-in-law convinced me to write them by hand. It was huge undertaking and I had the project spread all over the house when she called from Florida and in a small voice told me that she wanted to come home. She was home by Christmas and my gift to her was the book that was still in progress. She cried when she opened it. When I was at her new house last week there were still boxes to be unpacked, but The Book Of Adrienne was right there on the coffee table.
I cooked for my kids and their families on the last evening there. We celebrated birthdays that were coming next month and laughed and talked. The Book Of Adrienne was passed round and even though she was absent, we all had fun reliving some of her antics and laughing at some of the more unflattering pictures I had included in her book. Then the most amazing thing happened. Adrienne's older sister, Jill, said "Hey, Mom, when are you going to do a book for me?".
I know what my next project is ......... but in the meantime, I have 100 followers!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Really, haven't had time for the Internet until my little guy shut his eyes at night ........... and I went to sleep with him! I am looking forward to going home today. It has been wonderful to be with my kids and their kids, but I miss my little home with he who will be at the airport when I land and my four legged friends.
Yesterday was a domestic day for me. I cooked all day long for my family. It brought back memories of cooking for my kids when they were all at home. Country style steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, collard greens, spinach souffle and honey glazed carrots and cake. I dropped Gavin off at school and went to the grocery store. It was so peaceful as I shopped in the huge store. I strolled leisurely down each and every aisle.
As I loaded my bounty in the car, I spied a JoAnn's!! I didn't have milk and it was nice and chilly outside........ and I felt it would just be wrong not to go in. So.... I did. I took in the magic aroma of fabric just waiting to be cut. Then I saw the 50% off signs!!! I was in heaven. I drove my cart straight to the fabric that was calling my name. I won't say just how much I bought since he who is in charge of the kampground in my absence does read this. I will say that the suitcase I emptied of presents is now full again. Oh, if you are buying fabric to make clothing with in Minnesota it is tax free!!! I feel justified!! It is lovely, my fabric, and I am already planning in my mind.
Can't post pictures. I cannot find my camera charger or the cord to download. I have searched this entire house. I just hope it turns up here at some point. I unpacked some of the boxes from the move and I hope I didn't accidentally throw them away. I am off to the airport now and will be home this afternoon with my dogs at my side while I visit my favorite blogs!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I woke in plenty of time to get the child ready for school and take the new arrival out for a potty break. Laila, the boxer arrived when the bridal party left. She is a good dog and she was able to get Gavin up and moving this morning. I have a packet of instructions and I was told that Gavin was hard to get going. I managed to get him dressed and his teeth brushed and his toaster strudel ready to eat in the car.
I gulped my coffee,grabbed the map and we were off ............ Gramma, you forgot my breakfast. Oh crap, you are right, I did (are you really hungry?) I turn around and go back in, thinking to grab it and be on our way. The dog ate the child's breakfast. I have short dogs and what I put on the counter stays on the counter. I put another strudel in the toaster and put some food in the dog's dish.
I am back on the road and following the map quest directions. Take a slight right on Radio Drive. Slight? What is slight. You either turn or you don't. It is an intersection with no confusing little side roads. I turn and am going along looking for the next road on the directions when Gavin tells me to turn "here". It is not the road on the directions and I have to turn because I am in the turn lane. I call my son and tell him I am lost ...... all the while Gavin is telling me to "go straight, Gramma, don't listen to him, just go,I know where my school is". I creep along and find the road and then finally get him to school 15 minutes late. All the while Gavin is telling me, "I told you I knew where it was.
As he got out of the car he asked me if I could get back home okay. "Just go backwards from the way we came." I am going to take a shower and have another cup of coffee now.
Monday, April 11, 2011
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Saturday, April 2, 2011
I will admit that I was less than pleasant when I asked he who can sleep through all manner of disasters to please take care of the dogs and let me sleep for just a bit longer. Some sort of critter invasion, probably the old possum who shares the cat food with Kamp Cat, had the trio of dogs all a tither. Wall-E is able to jump in and out of the bed at will. The doxies aren't as agile, being short of leg and having achieved 11 years of life. Emmy needs a lift up and down. Unfortunately, Oscar is able to get down, but not back up. He will stand on the floor beside me and whimper until I get up to lift him in bed .............. but, he will only allow himself to be lifted on the other side of the bed. He is a little tyrant.
Oscar got me up at 1:00 and insisted on going out. If one dog is going out, I take them all. I try to shuffle along and hang onto my sleep. I only allow three minutes for these mid-night adventures. I can go in three minutes, so that's all they get. I hear them barking as I shuffle back to the door.I open it and Wall-E and Emmy scamper in obediently. They know the drill. Oscar, however stands just beyond my reach on his stubby little legs barking defiantly and refusing to come back in until I show him the fly swatter. Even then he gets a last bark in, just to let me know that he is the alpha. This performance was repeated at 2:30 and again at 4:00. At 4:00 I used the fly swatter on Oscar.
So, when he got down at 7:00 and tap danced with his toenails across the room I suggested that he who rarely shares the mid-night outings be the one to take them out. In addition to being rudely awakened, my knee was aching so much that I had trouble finding a comfortable position to get to sleep. Sleep was fleeting at best and my head ached and I was just plain cranky. A nap was needed. So, he who sleeps through the night got up and took the furry trio out and put them back in bed with me ............. He who knows that Wall-E the Wonder Dog will not stay in bed with anyone except he who is loved most by Wall-E. He leaves the house and Wall-E leaps to the floor to check on the master of his universe no less than 6 times in a mere 30 minutes.
When he returns and expresses surprise to find me sipping black coffee and grumbling I was quite vocal about the little white dog he chose to leave in bed with me. I was in pain all day. The knee had that deep ache that feels like it is untouchable and in the very marrow of the bone. I took aspirin and tylenol all day, but it only made it somewhat bearable. My lack of sleep the night before just made everything worse. Kamp buddy, Yvonne, came to check on me and bring me a sweet treat ......... feed a cold, starve a fever and indulge any other malady with creme horns. She opined that moist heat might help and when she left, locking the door behind her I decided to try a little nap. I put a towel in the microwave and automatically set it at two minutes (coffee heating). After about a minute I checked it and found it to be toasty warm. Wrapped up my bum knee and settled on the couch with the dogs. It did help, but I was unable to fall asleep (due, no doubt to the 4 mugs of coffee I had consumed). I tried to sew, but after I sewed a size three top to a size six bottom I decided my mind was not functioning and I went back to my perch.
We had a pizza in the freezer and I decided it would suffice as supper and I went in the kitchen to preheat the oven and stuck my towel back in the microwave ..... and automatically set it for two minutes. I heard the chime of the store door opening and went out to help a nice lady inquiring about a seasonal site. I was explaining the rates when I heard the microwave ding and noticed a different aroma. The nice lady and I both sniffed the air at the same time and both decided I should check on my towel ......... It was blackened and smoldering. I asked he who handles all things unpleasant for his bride to take it outside.
There is little left now of the towel but ash. So, to all of you out there who would want to warm a towel ........... two minutes is too long ..... way too long, it would seem. I finished with the lady and was told to just sit down and let he who sleeps at night take care of things. I did.
I went to sleep after Jay Leno's monologue and slept until 8:00 this morning. I was in the same position, did not even move all night. Only two dogs were in bed when I opened my eyes and I called he who let his wife sleep to let him know he could bring his dog home .......... they were chasing squirrels, master and dog.
I feel great! Who knew how good sleep could make a person feel? My knee doesn't even hurt today. So, as I was mixing blueberries in muffins and chopping nuts for the banana muffins I was reminded of that song Roger Miller used to sing about the bird of paradise flying up your nose. My dad loved that song, probably still does. I was thinking that the bird of paradise had flown up my nose yesterday ........