I notice that when you get so old that it obviously doesn’t matter, the waitresses call you “Hon”, “Dear” and “Darlin'”
Maybe it’s a Southern thing They never called me that in Virginia. Reminds me of the line in a country song; You never call me darling, darling,’
You never even call me by my name.
;-( Yahoo changed my e-mail
Every change is for the worse, not better.
They can’t leave it alone. But the reason is obvious.
Money
Rather than the previous arrangement, where the listings was on the right side, and the mail in the center where you could read the entire mail, The listing is at the top of the page, four at a time. The first listing is an advertisement. You can’t delete it and if you try, you open the ad.
The ads change from time to time, You can scroll down to see your other mails, but you only see four at a time, one of which is the ad.
i.e. You have to open the e-mails to delete them, or try three at a time, which is cumbersome.
You can’t open a mail and read it at one time because the ad and other entries are still on the page. You have to scroll down to read the entire post if it’s more than five lines long.
I know that Yahoo has to get something out of their system. Ain’t nothing free.
But it’s irritating just the same.
Chas, is there a way to change some of the settings? That sounds pretty annoying!
🙂 My father-in-law is out of the hospital; only two nights instead of the four they said.
😦 He has a long, long list of what is wrong with him, including a new diagnosis of dementia.
😦 He briefly didn’t remember the name of his wife of 60 years at the hospital. He tried not to admit it (answering the request for her name with “I know her name” and changing the subject), but all of us were saddened.
🙂 It has otherwise been a lovely week. Nice summer weather, an invitation to a friend’s house for breakfast and to see their garden, lots of butterflies, and daily turkey strolls in the back field.
:-0 Eight or ten tom turkeys just ran pell-mell across the field, apparently because of a noise–four killdeer taking off. Now, killdeer are noisy little birds, shrieking “kill-deer! kill-deer!” as they launch into the air, but four killdeer don’t begin to menace eight birds that outweigh them 100 times or more (killdeer are about 3 ounces, adult tom turkeys up to 30 pounds or so).
🙂 Emily is having a great day. (Her LPN program is on its two-week summer break.) She & Forrest spent some time at the local farmer’s market (I think it’s only open on Saturdays), organized by Stacey’s husband & another man, which has all sorts of foods & locally-made products, as well as entertainment sometimes. (Today a folk singer gave a concert.)
(For those who didn’t see my previous mention of Stacey, she & her husband are Christians who attend our church, & have a growing family of two little boys, a toddler girl, & a baby on the way. She & Emily have become pretty good friends.)
Now Emily is getting ready to go off with their family to a park with a little lake or pond, to hang out & dip their feet in the water (no swimming allowed there) while the little ones play.
I am so grateful my daughter has a good Christian friend, & pray this friendship will help draw her back to Jesus.
🙂 We went to a belated birthday party for Dr. Jones today. He, as I said previously, turned 95 on the second of August.
We had the party at a humongous mansion of one of the ladies in our SS department. Her husband is a doctor, A specialist of some sort and is away most of the time doing special medical work and making huge amounts of money.
While there, I noticed this black woman scurrying about, fixing this and that. Looked just like some of the help, which I’m certain the lady has.
But she wasn’t the help. She owns the place. (Or her husband does. They don’t use the same last name. But then, two of my granddaughters use their maiden names for business.)
It was a nice party. I’m sure Dr. Jones would rather be at home, but being honored is part of his life now. He was grand marshal at the “Coon dog festival:” parade in Saluda a couple of weeks ago. Saluda, not Hendersonville, is his home town.
No matter what you have done in life, you never want to come to the point where you are useless.
At least, most people feel that way.
Chas, no one ever comes to the point of being useless, though some may feel useless. I was at my in-laws’ house this morning and my sister-in-law brought Dad a stack of dish towels and asked him if he could help Mom by folding them. As she walked us out, she said he has a hard time not getting restless if he doesn’t have anything to do, and she admitted she grabbed those towels from a drawer in order to give him a task. He’d never know she did that; he isn’t aware enough of his environment. But here is a man with two PhD’s “reduced” to folding towels for busy work. But he is not useless. God still has some reason to have him here.
Meanwhile Mom is trying to do too much. It isn’t enough taking care of Dad; she’s still trying to do the yardwork. But taking care of Dad is “enough” at this stage in their lives.
I just hope I never get to the point where people have to find something for me to do.
I’m only 10 years behind him, you know. Ten years and 15 days.
Donna, there’s a country/gospel song that has the theme, “we’ll understand it all by & bye”
I believe that. I have searched scripture to find some support for it but can find none, except it says, (can’t locate the quote this morning) “we’ll know as we are known”. Yet, without scriptural support, I still believe it will all make sense some day.
Some things I will know:
Why my brother was taken when he was just 13.
Why the perfectly normal child of a close friend got a persistent fever that made him retarded. He is in his fifties now and his parents are still caring for him.
etc.
Chas, you’re seven years ahead of my father-in-law, well six-and-a-half. But he has all sorts of things wrong with him, including dementia.
But see, we would never say of a two-month-old baby that he’s useless. He can’t do anything at all, and he requires a lot of care. But he’s part of the human community. In the baby’s case, his “useful” days are ahead of him; in the case of the frail senior, behind him. But still part of his life.
My pastor in Chicago buried a very young infant, two months or less, who had never been outside the hospital and had lived her whole life stuck with tubes and undergoing heart surgeries. To my surprise, in giving the service he didn’t focus on the parents, but just as he would with a funeral of a seventy-year-old, he focused on the baby’s life. He said, for example, that she had endured a life of suffering but with a patient spirit, that her life had given an opportunity for many to hear the Gospel, etc.
When I look at someone like the girl’s grandfather on their mother’s side, who died last summer and lived his last few years in a nursing home, he and his wife in separate wheelchairs, having to be fed, not talking, I think there is no way I’d want to live that long. The ability to keep people alive comes with a very real sting sometimes. At the same time, only God knows why he allowed that person to live, what their suffering might bring in the life of that person, other family members, professional caregivers. My father-in-law is not yet wheelchair-bound, but if it were my own choice I’d rather see him “go home” than continue to deteriorate while he takes full-time care from my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law, with periodic hospitalizations. But somehow it’s part of God’s plan, and we know Romans 8:28 applies here too. Maybe God will use it to show others, through Mom’s sweet service, how much better it is to keep one’s marriage vows. Maybe others will even be drawn to Christ. Or maybe it’s only a chance to serve without anyone “learning” anything. We don’t know, but we can trust that God is good.
One irony in this is that Dad would be in a great deal of pain with his back issues . . . except for the neuropathy of diabetes (which would normally be a bad thing). So he isn’t in pain, at least.
One of the guys in my SS class is dying. But not yet. They have breathing apparatus, but he will never discard it, and will suffer a while longer. The one it really hurts is his wife who is with him all the time. In class this morning, they said she is determined to be there when the event (his death) happens. It seems that is important to some. I had never thought of that. it’s the “good by” thing.
As I said, it’s new to me.
🙂 three year old pictures of the quints are on their blog: gavincarrie.blogspot
🙂 I have Friday lunch yard duty this term when all the families come to the school for lunch and the quints come too. Last Friday Seth was taking my hand and playing ball with me. So sweet. The week before it was Gracie playing with me. I think I will request this yard duty slot.
🙂 The celebration of the burying of my dad’s ashes was nice. The party after was something he would have loved.
😦 It is sad to see my mom with her dementia and other problems. She does quite well in many ways. Others, not so well.
😦 Saw one of my brothers for the first time in two years. Talked about two minutes and won’t see him again for who knows how long.
😦 Learned my dad’s brother and his wife (who has many health issues) is moving to a condo near their daughter’s. He lived closest to me and the move is necessary. Still, it is sad to see. I do not believe she is long for this world. This is another stage of life, but it is a sad stage.
🙂 Loved having my daughter’s and their families here for the weekend and festivities. They are so helpful and a joy to have around.
Chas, both of my parents died alone. Dad was in the same house with the rest of us, but Mom had stepped out of his bedroom; Mom died in her home alone. My sister-in-law died with her husband and their kids there (though she was in a coma the last day); my brother-in-law died in the ambulance. That’s four deaths in my family, and not one was able to talk to people gathered around the bed to hear those final words. (My sister-in-law got closest, since she was able to talk 10 or 12 hours before her death and she knew she was dying soon.)
The idea of family gathered around for words of wisdom and love is a nice one, but my hunch is it’s a tiny percentage of deaths. Between people who die in their sleep or in accidents, in heart attacks, people hooked up to ventilators, etc., people who have dementia and aren’t still “there,” people who live alone, and all the other variations, I imagine it’s pretty rare that the person who dies is still able to speak clearly and has people there to listen. Say what you want to say while people are alive, or write it in a letter.
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I notice that when you get so old that it obviously doesn’t matter, the waitresses call you “Hon”, “Dear” and “Darlin'”
Maybe it’s a Southern thing They never called me that in Virginia. Reminds me of the line in a country song;
You never call me darling, darling,’
You never even call me by my name.
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;-( Yahoo changed my e-mail
Every change is for the worse, not better.
They can’t leave it alone. But the reason is obvious.
Money
Rather than the previous arrangement, where the listings was on the right side, and the mail in the center where you could read the entire mail, The listing is at the top of the page, four at a time. The first listing is an advertisement. You can’t delete it and if you try, you open the ad.
The ads change from time to time, You can scroll down to see your other mails, but you only see four at a time, one of which is the ad.
i.e. You have to open the e-mails to delete them, or try three at a time, which is cumbersome.
You can’t open a mail and read it at one time because the ad and other entries are still on the page. You have to scroll down to read the entire post if it’s more than five lines long.
I know that Yahoo has to get something out of their system. Ain’t nothing free.
But it’s irritating just the same.
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Chas, is there a way to change some of the settings? That sounds pretty annoying!
🙂 My father-in-law is out of the hospital; only two nights instead of the four they said.
😦 He has a long, long list of what is wrong with him, including a new diagnosis of dementia.
😦 He briefly didn’t remember the name of his wife of 60 years at the hospital. He tried not to admit it (answering the request for her name with “I know her name” and changing the subject), but all of us were saddened.
🙂 It has otherwise been a lovely week. Nice summer weather, an invitation to a friend’s house for breakfast and to see their garden, lots of butterflies, and daily turkey strolls in the back field.
:-0 Eight or ten tom turkeys just ran pell-mell across the field, apparently because of a noise–four killdeer taking off. Now, killdeer are noisy little birds, shrieking “kill-deer! kill-deer!” as they launch into the air, but four killdeer don’t begin to menace eight birds that outweigh them 100 times or more (killdeer are about 3 ounces, adult tom turkeys up to 30 pounds or so).
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🙂 One more week of camp
🙂 No problem with our group of bullying/bullied girls – yay!
🙂 Got the lawn mowed this week
🙂 Husband is back home after a week away in another park setting up a new warden there
🙂 Slept in an hour and a half this morning
😦 So much laundry to do today
🙂 Might even get into the garden today, which is producing amazingly despite being trashed by hail!
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🙂 Lightning that brought down tree did not damage the office
🙂 Started volunteer work not too far from home
🙂 Good books for reading and review
🙂 Nice meal out at Longhorn this week
🙂 Friend had good report from cardiologist
🙂 Not much to frown about today
🙂 Brother still has job despite difficult boss
🙂 New blooms in the yard as the season transitions
🙂 🙂 Football tradition on the blog is about to begin
😦 Devastation from fires and lack of rain in some areas
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One more biggie!
🙂 🙂 Kim’s new home!!!!♡!!!!
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🙂 Lazy Saturday mornings.
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🙂 AJ’s protest photos
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🙂 Emily is having a great day. (Her LPN program is on its two-week summer break.) She & Forrest spent some time at the local farmer’s market (I think it’s only open on Saturdays), organized by Stacey’s husband & another man, which has all sorts of foods & locally-made products, as well as entertainment sometimes. (Today a folk singer gave a concert.)
(For those who didn’t see my previous mention of Stacey, she & her husband are Christians who attend our church, & have a growing family of two little boys, a toddler girl, & a baby on the way. She & Emily have become pretty good friends.)
Now Emily is getting ready to go off with their family to a park with a little lake or pond, to hang out & dip their feet in the water (no swimming allowed there) while the little ones play.
I am so grateful my daughter has a good Christian friend, & pray this friendship will help draw her back to Jesus.
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🙂 We went to a belated birthday party for Dr. Jones today. He, as I said previously, turned 95 on the second of August.
We had the party at a humongous mansion of one of the ladies in our SS department. Her husband is a doctor, A specialist of some sort and is away most of the time doing special medical work and making huge amounts of money.
While there, I noticed this black woman scurrying about, fixing this and that. Looked just like some of the help, which I’m certain the lady has.
But she wasn’t the help. She owns the place. (Or her husband does. They don’t use the same last name. But then, two of my granddaughters use their maiden names for business.)
It was a nice party. I’m sure Dr. Jones would rather be at home, but being honored is part of his life now. He was grand marshal at the “Coon dog festival:” parade in Saluda a couple of weeks ago. Saluda, not Hendersonville, is his home town.
No matter what you have done in life, you never want to come to the point where you are useless.
At least, most people feel that way.
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Chas, no one ever comes to the point of being useless, though some may feel useless. I was at my in-laws’ house this morning and my sister-in-law brought Dad a stack of dish towels and asked him if he could help Mom by folding them. As she walked us out, she said he has a hard time not getting restless if he doesn’t have anything to do, and she admitted she grabbed those towels from a drawer in order to give him a task. He’d never know she did that; he isn’t aware enough of his environment. But here is a man with two PhD’s “reduced” to folding towels for busy work. But he is not useless. God still has some reason to have him here.
Meanwhile Mom is trying to do too much. It isn’t enough taking care of Dad; she’s still trying to do the yardwork. But taking care of Dad is “enough” at this stage in their lives.
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So hard to know God’s purposes in our lives as we’re going through times that make us feel “useless” (no matter what our age) sometimes.
But someday, it will all be very, very clear.
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I just hope I never get to the point where people have to find something for me to do.
I’m only 10 years behind him, you know. Ten years and 15 days.
Donna, there’s a country/gospel song that has the theme, “we’ll understand it all by & bye”
I believe that. I have searched scripture to find some support for it but can find none, except it says, (can’t locate the quote this morning) “we’ll know as we are known”. Yet, without scriptural support, I still believe it will all make sense some day.
Some things I will know:
Why my brother was taken when he was just 13.
Why the perfectly normal child of a close friend got a persistent fever that made him retarded. He is in his fifties now and his parents are still caring for him.
etc.
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Half an inch of rain last night. Elvera says it was a storm.
I slept thru it..
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Chas, you’re seven years ahead of my father-in-law, well six-and-a-half. But he has all sorts of things wrong with him, including dementia.
But see, we would never say of a two-month-old baby that he’s useless. He can’t do anything at all, and he requires a lot of care. But he’s part of the human community. In the baby’s case, his “useful” days are ahead of him; in the case of the frail senior, behind him. But still part of his life.
My pastor in Chicago buried a very young infant, two months or less, who had never been outside the hospital and had lived her whole life stuck with tubes and undergoing heart surgeries. To my surprise, in giving the service he didn’t focus on the parents, but just as he would with a funeral of a seventy-year-old, he focused on the baby’s life. He said, for example, that she had endured a life of suffering but with a patient spirit, that her life had given an opportunity for many to hear the Gospel, etc.
When I look at someone like the girl’s grandfather on their mother’s side, who died last summer and lived his last few years in a nursing home, he and his wife in separate wheelchairs, having to be fed, not talking, I think there is no way I’d want to live that long. The ability to keep people alive comes with a very real sting sometimes. At the same time, only God knows why he allowed that person to live, what their suffering might bring in the life of that person, other family members, professional caregivers. My father-in-law is not yet wheelchair-bound, but if it were my own choice I’d rather see him “go home” than continue to deteriorate while he takes full-time care from my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law, with periodic hospitalizations. But somehow it’s part of God’s plan, and we know Romans 8:28 applies here too. Maybe God will use it to show others, through Mom’s sweet service, how much better it is to keep one’s marriage vows. Maybe others will even be drawn to Christ. Or maybe it’s only a chance to serve without anyone “learning” anything. We don’t know, but we can trust that God is good.
One irony in this is that Dad would be in a great deal of pain with his back issues . . . except for the neuropathy of diabetes (which would normally be a bad thing). So he isn’t in pain, at least.
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One of the guys in my SS class is dying. But not yet. They have breathing apparatus, but he will never discard it, and will suffer a while longer. The one it really hurts is his wife who is with him all the time. In class this morning, they said she is determined to be there when the event (his death) happens. It seems that is important to some. I had never thought of that. it’s the “good by” thing.
As I said, it’s new to me.
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🙂 three year old pictures of the quints are on their blog: gavincarrie.blogspot
🙂 I have Friday lunch yard duty this term when all the families come to the school for lunch and the quints come too. Last Friday Seth was taking my hand and playing ball with me. So sweet. The week before it was Gracie playing with me. I think I will request this yard duty slot.
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🙂 The celebration of the burying of my dad’s ashes was nice. The party after was something he would have loved.
😦 It is sad to see my mom with her dementia and other problems. She does quite well in many ways. Others, not so well.
😦 Saw one of my brothers for the first time in two years. Talked about two minutes and won’t see him again for who knows how long.
😦 Learned my dad’s brother and his wife (who has many health issues) is moving to a condo near their daughter’s. He lived closest to me and the move is necessary. Still, it is sad to see. I do not believe she is long for this world. This is another stage of life, but it is a sad stage.
🙂 Loved having my daughter’s and their families here for the weekend and festivities. They are so helpful and a joy to have around.
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Chas, both of my parents died alone. Dad was in the same house with the rest of us, but Mom had stepped out of his bedroom; Mom died in her home alone. My sister-in-law died with her husband and their kids there (though she was in a coma the last day); my brother-in-law died in the ambulance. That’s four deaths in my family, and not one was able to talk to people gathered around the bed to hear those final words. (My sister-in-law got closest, since she was able to talk 10 or 12 hours before her death and she knew she was dying soon.)
The idea of family gathered around for words of wisdom and love is a nice one, but my hunch is it’s a tiny percentage of deaths. Between people who die in their sleep or in accidents, in heart attacks, people hooked up to ventilators, etc., people who have dementia and aren’t still “there,” people who live alone, and all the other variations, I imagine it’s pretty rare that the person who dies is still able to speak clearly and has people there to listen. Say what you want to say while people are alive, or write it in a letter.
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