Hello all.

A nice Saturday.   I slept late.   Felt good.   Then I got up and spent the day writing, doing some house things and reading.
Mass was at 4:00PM.   Fr. Dan was the priest.    He is working part time as he is recovering from back surgery.   So we got him this week, and St. Thomas gets him next week.   He does a nice sermon. I was a communion minister,  I always enjoy that.  And I took communion to Rita and Tom on the way home.    She is so thin.   She tires very easily and has trouble holding her head up.   She has a collar but it gets uncomfortable so she wears it until it hurts then removes it for a while and she rests a lot.

I did some calling on New York too.   I will call Vikki tomorrow with what I have found out.   I talked to Sara Deeley, Jeff's daughter who is living and working in New York.  We will hook up with her as much as we can too.


I plan on mapping out an "agenda' of how I think things should be then let Vikki approve.

Fun Fun Fun

Dia Dhuit

Mary

Subject: Cute, short and not political



What's in a name?

Do you remember the famous Olympic skier Picabo Street (pronounced Pee-Ka-Boo)?
Well, Picabo is not just an athlete. She is now a nurse currently working at an Intensive Care Unit (I.C.U.) of a large metropolitan hospital.

She is not permitted to answer the hospital telephones any longer. It caused too much confusion when she would answer the phone and say, "Picabo, I.C.U."       (Admit it ... You're smiling)

Still tired

Still tired but am beginning to think it is mainly the antibiotics that I am taking.    I got so sleep at about 9AM, and I felt a bit squishy so I lay down until about 10:30AM.   

I did have a few calls this morning and had a couple of Tallgrass Board things to do as well as writing things.

Decided to go our to lunch and the lunch plus the time elapsed with the pills helped.  I was able to get a few things done around here.   Had a nice visit with Betty,  Ceil and Barb.   I'm excited.   I can wear shoes again.  I picked my most stretched out slip ons and it worked just fine.

Bret called.   We had a good visit.    He and his buddies are at Nascar in California.   He sounded like he was having to much fun.    I had facebooked him on Tuesday evening and told him to call because I was lonely.    He didn't call til Friday, but in between, his (and my) friend Shannon told him that he had better call or she would kick his patoot. I too have tood friends in the mobile home park that he lives in.  That's because I'm Bret's Mom.

Tomorrow is quiet except for Mass in the evening.  I need to disburse the items that I brought home from Mom's and continue going through my things.    Tomorrow I will take a bunch of things to St. Vinnie.  It is still too cold to clean the garage, but I can do some inside stuff.

Dia Dhuit

Mry

I am glad I had the whole day at home.   I am very tired and really took it easy today.

Hopefully tomorrow I will have some zip back.  I have started " Making Lists."   That's a good sign.   I at least care.

Bless you all until tomorroe

Dia Dhuit

Mary

Bed is calling me

I woke up rather apprhensively, as yesterday I was in pain when I urinated and I had pink pee.   There has to be a story in that.   A gross story, to be sure, but a story none the less.

I had an appointment with a physician assistant Lynett Wilderman.   Dr. Murthy, my doctor was not in today, but had ordered the urine test.    I found Lynett to be very impressive.   I do have a bad bladder infection and will be on antibiotics for 7 days.   So, as I dodged the bullet, and did not get a yeast infection by taking the antibiotics to prevent infection in my bullet wound.   (Did you see how clever I was in wording that.   The point is I had to pick up a couple of things at the store, I got yogurt.   I am not big on yogurt but will try.   I also got Cranberry supplement.   I might be over reacting but I never had a bladder infection before and they hurt and burn.

I rested most of the afternoon.  Ate a scrambled egg for supper and then picked up Sy Regan for our Poets at Mead gathering.    There were a couple of new people, one who must write from the time he  wakes until he hits the bed.  When it got to me, I told them I was reading an old poem because I have not done much the past month as I was recovering from shooting myself in the foot.  They react like everybody else, then when they see that I am OK, they want details.     I thought Karl Elder was going to fall off the chair.   Can't say I blame him.

Anyway, I read the Knockeen Dolmen from my first book in honor of St. Patricks Day.   I am now home.   I am exhausted.   I get to be home all day tomorrow, Good Lord Willing.

So Good Night

Dia Dhuit

Mary

Sharing below a poem about old houses with coal furnaces and gravity heat the only source to go into a second story.

OUR KITCHEN

The fire in the old coal furnace

in the old farm house

Barely lasted until dawn,

Winter being what it is.

Poor Mother had to get up in the cold

trek down to the basement

to throw more coal on the ashes.

Then she shut the doors to the kitchen

and lit the oven.

We, her munchkins, woke one by one,

left the cozy caves of our quilt topped beds

and stumbled down the stairs

to the warm cocoon that she had prepared.

We huddled, all of us, in that place

eating our breakfast and drinking hot chocolate

until the newly stoked fire sent its fingers of warmth

through the house and we could again

Venture forth.

Happy St. Patrick's Dau

It has been a great day.    I got up and just had coffee and got ready as Janet and Rich Bieschke came to pick me and the wheel chair up at 9:00 to go to the fun by 9:30AM.   The Celtic Women had a meeting from 9:30 AM to about 10:30, then some walked to the parade start and Richard drove Janet, Kathy and me.   We got the wheel chair out and all decorated and were right in front of the Fire Engine all the way to 52 Stafford.

Some of us stayed at the Inn and mingled and ate and had a nice time, at about 1:30PM Janet and Rich decided to move on and frankly, I was to tired, I was glad.   I slept for two hours then went back for a couple of hours to visit with some other friends that I knew were going to be there and listen to some music.   I left again about 5:00PM, came home, fed Roxie and me and then went to practice with the group for the Plymouth Arts Center Singers. 

I was considering going back to the Stafford for some more music and to see if my friend Peg did come back but I am so tired and rather sore and I could hear my sweetheart wishing that I use my head and come home to rest.   So I am here and ready to crawl in.

It was a lovely day.

Dia Dhuit

Mary

A perfectly lovely Sunday

It was cold today, but the sun shone enough of it to pick up one's spirits.  Perhaps spring will come.

I kind of lazed around this morning, puttered at the desk and read a bit.   at about 10:30AM the phone rang.  It was my friend, Barbara Sadler, who went all through school with me, and to the convent in our early high school days.  What a treat, we had a nice long sharing talk.    I am blessed to have several friends that have stayed "best" friends through the years.   

Bobbie and Bill picked me up shortly after 11AM for our outing the Memories Dinner Theater on Port Washington for the second of the series of plays and dinner that they gave me for Christmas.   Salad is always on the table when one arrives.  Then they bring a concoction called Fluff that they are famous for.   They have a different flavor each time.   It seems more like a dessert than a palate cleanser to me and they always give the recipe.   This was called Pistachio Fluff and featured, pineapple, pistachio pudding, whipped topping and mini marshmallows.   We had potatoes, rice/noodles/ fish/tips and gravy and veggies for dinner.   Then at intermission they bring dessert.   Today an Oreo Dessert.

The play was a really well done funny comedy called Getting Sara Married.  I had never heard of it before.  It is about a  woman whose aunt is trying to get her married in the most bizarre way.  Had us laughing throughout.

Home again, they helped me bring up the wheel chair for the walk tomorrow.   My friends Janet and Rich have said that they will push me so I don't have to miss being a part of the walk.    It is supposed to be cold tomorrow too but no precipitation, so we will just have to dress warm.   I have knee sox and my green Irish Knit sweater ready.

Happy St. Patrick's day

Dia Dhuit

Mary