Hi,
Guest blogger here today.
Patti did just fine in the surgery, and the doc told me that he was very pleased.
He repaired the herniated disc, with a plastic type of "cage" (as opposed to the titanium cages that she had previously in another location in her back). He indicated that he DID free a pinched nerve - and found that the next disc - looked to have a previous older injury that also had a pinched or impinged nerve - he was able to free this second nerve as well, and he told me that this was somewhat of a bonus, because this one was NOT showing on the films - He stated that it most likely WOULD have been seen had there been an MRI instead of the old style mylogram (SP?) (xray) with contrast.
The surgeon indicated that Patti's blood pressure was up and down during surgery, causing the anesthesia doc some concern, however, it was all good.
Patti did NOT recover well - and was in recovery the remainder of the day - Initially the indicated a couple of hours, but she remained until 6:00 when the finally took her to a room on the fourth floor.
Apparently, she was not breathing deep enough to maintain her O2 saturation to the level that the nursing staff wanted to see. She was instructed to breathe deep, and even given additional oxygen most of the day.
Because of this long recovery, she missed lunch and dinner - and when I was there at 7:00 last night, she was fussing about food. The night staff indicated they didn't have anything, and the kitchen was closed. They finally brought some Jello, and chicken broth - but she was ready to simply take a pain pill and go off to sleep.
The good news, while she was not running any races, she did get up and walk to the bathroom a couple of times - they REALLY wanted her to do some laps up and down hall to prevent stiffness, but that will happen today hopefully.
That is the story for today - More when I know
-J-
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Monday, February 26, 2018
Twenty Fours To Go
2/26/2018
Benjamin came yesterday afternoon, and he and I watched some movie that he picked out. I am always willing to watch any age appropriate movie with him, even when I think the movie in question, is not to my liking. That's just what grandparents do.
We had chicken, peas and pasta for dinner. Initially, Benjamin turned up his nose at the chicken, but after eating a few bites, wanted more and more. I keep telling him that I have no time in my life for eating "yucky" food, like brussels sprouts!
After dinner, Jeff made Knox Blox, which when set, you can cut into block-size pieces and eat them with your fingers. I made coconut cream pudding, which was a success for all of us. Another movie, then off to bed. Rather than sleeping in the guest bedroom, he wanted to sleep in our room, because we always have music playing softly. He took the sofa cushions off, put them on the floor, piled up some blankets around him, and was out before I could even get myself settled in bed. With two dogs, logistics is an evening ritual. It's better if Jeff and I get into bed first, staking our claim like the alpha "dogs" we are. Then Bella and Daisy have to figure out who's getting the sweet spot between us, at least initially. With my night time medicine, I sleep quickly and deeply. So the dogs maneuvering throughout the night, doesn't bother me at all.
This morning, Benjamin had frozen waffles, with syrup warmed up in the microwave. Unfortunately for Benjamin, everyone he wanted to visit today was either at school or work. He took Daisy for a walk behind some houses that have a woody area beyond their yard. He brought Daisy home and told me that she had rolled in some poo. With a warm rag, and a death grip on her collar, I scrubbed at the area. I don't think it's all gone, but most of it is.
Pedicure, waxing and one more blood test today, and then I'm done. I've already started to feel anxious and I'm trying to tamp down those feelings. It would be better if I could just sleep all of today, and then magically wake up tomorrow morning in time to shower and get dressed. We have to be at the hospital at 6:00 am, and once we arrive, it will be a hurry up and waiting game.
I've got nothing good and/or positive rolling around in my head, just dread I guess you could call it. Questions keep popping up: how long and painful will my recovery be, and other Negative Nancy thoughts.
This is my last blog for at least tomorrow and perhaps Thursday. When Jeff is taking a break from nursing, perhaps he'll write a short blog for me.
Talk to you later my friends.
P
Benjamin came yesterday afternoon, and he and I watched some movie that he picked out. I am always willing to watch any age appropriate movie with him, even when I think the movie in question, is not to my liking. That's just what grandparents do.
We had chicken, peas and pasta for dinner. Initially, Benjamin turned up his nose at the chicken, but after eating a few bites, wanted more and more. I keep telling him that I have no time in my life for eating "yucky" food, like brussels sprouts!
After dinner, Jeff made Knox Blox, which when set, you can cut into block-size pieces and eat them with your fingers. I made coconut cream pudding, which was a success for all of us. Another movie, then off to bed. Rather than sleeping in the guest bedroom, he wanted to sleep in our room, because we always have music playing softly. He took the sofa cushions off, put them on the floor, piled up some blankets around him, and was out before I could even get myself settled in bed. With two dogs, logistics is an evening ritual. It's better if Jeff and I get into bed first, staking our claim like the alpha "dogs" we are. Then Bella and Daisy have to figure out who's getting the sweet spot between us, at least initially. With my night time medicine, I sleep quickly and deeply. So the dogs maneuvering throughout the night, doesn't bother me at all.
This morning, Benjamin had frozen waffles, with syrup warmed up in the microwave. Unfortunately for Benjamin, everyone he wanted to visit today was either at school or work. He took Daisy for a walk behind some houses that have a woody area beyond their yard. He brought Daisy home and told me that she had rolled in some poo. With a warm rag, and a death grip on her collar, I scrubbed at the area. I don't think it's all gone, but most of it is.
Pedicure, waxing and one more blood test today, and then I'm done. I've already started to feel anxious and I'm trying to tamp down those feelings. It would be better if I could just sleep all of today, and then magically wake up tomorrow morning in time to shower and get dressed. We have to be at the hospital at 6:00 am, and once we arrive, it will be a hurry up and waiting game.
I've got nothing good and/or positive rolling around in my head, just dread I guess you could call it. Questions keep popping up: how long and painful will my recovery be, and other Negative Nancy thoughts.
This is my last blog for at least tomorrow and perhaps Thursday. When Jeff is taking a break from nursing, perhaps he'll write a short blog for me.
Talk to you later my friends.
P
Sunday, February 25, 2018
What's With the Weather?
2/25/2018
The rainy weather today, continues to make the backyard a sloppy mess. This kind of weather makes ducks and geese particularly happy. It's Sunday and the second day of nearly constant rain. I hate rain, particularly if I have to go outside. Luckily for me, I don't have anywhere I need to go today. Jeff is leaving for the weekly shop, and then will pick up Benjamin. Benjamin is going to stay the night, and while Stacey and I get our pedicures, he can stay here and play or watch movies.
Benjamin likes to pick a movie that he wants to watch. Actually, most of the time, he sort of watches, but the rest of the time, he's dancing around and singing. This behavior doesn't bother me at all. Over the years, I have built up a lot of patience. I believe, this is a trait of mothers of boys!
I went to the salon yesterday, and had my hair cut short. I told Angie, who has been cutting my hair for nearly 30 years, that I wanted her to cut it short, so that after it's washed, I can just shake it in place. I'm also trying not to have "bed head" while I'm not able to shower. I don't even care if my new "do" doesn't do anything for me, I'm just getting all my ducks in a row before Tuesday.
Jeff bought me some special soap that I'm supposed to use on Tuesday before going to the hospital. And, I'm not supposed to shave anything below the neck. Bummer, because I don't like hair on my legs, but I'm going to follow the instructions. I don't want any hiccups on Tuesday.
I'll probably do laundry today and when Benjamin comes we might make Jell-o jigglers together. Jigglers is fun to eat. Because of the gelatin that you add to the flavored jell-o, you get fun finger food!
Even though I won't be home on Tuesday and/or Wednesday, I have recorded the week's television shows to watch. We do have a television in our bedroom, and if I'm not feeling too good, could rest in bed, and privately bid on items on the Price Is Right!
My ability to relax is a real problem now. It's the fear of what's coming, that is making me mentally a mess. I'm trying to practice my hmmms and nummms (I don't know how to spell those words, but you get the idea.
I hope it's sunny where you are.
P
The rainy weather today, continues to make the backyard a sloppy mess. This kind of weather makes ducks and geese particularly happy. It's Sunday and the second day of nearly constant rain. I hate rain, particularly if I have to go outside. Luckily for me, I don't have anywhere I need to go today. Jeff is leaving for the weekly shop, and then will pick up Benjamin. Benjamin is going to stay the night, and while Stacey and I get our pedicures, he can stay here and play or watch movies.
Benjamin likes to pick a movie that he wants to watch. Actually, most of the time, he sort of watches, but the rest of the time, he's dancing around and singing. This behavior doesn't bother me at all. Over the years, I have built up a lot of patience. I believe, this is a trait of mothers of boys!
I went to the salon yesterday, and had my hair cut short. I told Angie, who has been cutting my hair for nearly 30 years, that I wanted her to cut it short, so that after it's washed, I can just shake it in place. I'm also trying not to have "bed head" while I'm not able to shower. I don't even care if my new "do" doesn't do anything for me, I'm just getting all my ducks in a row before Tuesday.
Jeff bought me some special soap that I'm supposed to use on Tuesday before going to the hospital. And, I'm not supposed to shave anything below the neck. Bummer, because I don't like hair on my legs, but I'm going to follow the instructions. I don't want any hiccups on Tuesday.
I'll probably do laundry today and when Benjamin comes we might make Jell-o jigglers together. Jigglers is fun to eat. Because of the gelatin that you add to the flavored jell-o, you get fun finger food!
Even though I won't be home on Tuesday and/or Wednesday, I have recorded the week's television shows to watch. We do have a television in our bedroom, and if I'm not feeling too good, could rest in bed, and privately bid on items on the Price Is Right!
My ability to relax is a real problem now. It's the fear of what's coming, that is making me mentally a mess. I'm trying to practice my hmmms and nummms (I don't know how to spell those words, but you get the idea.
I hope it's sunny where you are.
P
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Not An Early Morning Post
2/24/2018
You may have noticed by absence this morning. Obviously, I didn't write anything, or I wouldn't be sitting her this evening writing. Can you say duh?
Today, I went to the beauty salon (or beauty shop as I still think of it as) to have my hair cut. Correction - have my hair cut by a professional! For many, many years I kept my hair short and had a standing 6-8 week appointment with the same stylist. This went on for 30 years. After 2013, I decided that since I was home 99.9% of the time, I would "do" my hair myself. My way of keeping my hair under control, was to get out my little scissors, and hack (I mean cut) away unwanted hair. It didn't look too bad, and even if it had, I'm not sure I would have cared. My hair has now been cut short, which is easier to maintain and will let me be like a dog - get the hair wet - and shake it all around!
Jeff and I were watching television, quality television I assure you - "Swamp People". And, before you know it, recliners are put back in "resting" mode, and many z's filled the air. The dogs are always ready to nap, and we had the fireplace on, so the room was pretty warm, and then we fell asleep. Jeff woke up before me and now it's 7:00 pm, and time for dinner. Dinner isn't the big deal it once was. When the boys were still at home, I cooked dinner and it was served at 6:00. Now they're gone, and we don't, most of the time, cook very much for dinner. Jeff still makes one pot wonders, and they are always delicious. But, I could be very satisfied with a frozen waffle, piece of toast, or tonight as it happens to be, a pot pie. There are two kinds of pot pies, in case you needed to know this. There are the cheap ones, that has very little meat inside, but is dirt cheap. Think broke food. And, then for more money, and more taste, you can buy a pot pie, from say Marie Callander (or however you spell her name), which actually has meat you can see and taste! Tonight, I'm microwaving the broke food kind of pot pie. Jeff and I remind ourselves, that when we eat, it's only food (we learned that when we were dieting for our gastric surgeries) and that we don't need as much food as we think we do. Tummy not growling, then chances are you're not hungry, or at least not really hungry, and you can afford to wait to eat.
The only thing remaining on the calendar is having Benjamin spend tomorrow night with us. Stacey will come in the afternoon, and we'll go have pedicures. I don't want ugly feet when I go into the hospital. What's that song, which goes something like this, "you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you".
On Tuesday, we have to be at the hospital at 6:00 am, so I won't be posting anything that day. I may have to ask my guest blogger (Jeff) to cover me for a day or two.
See you tomorrow.
P
You may have noticed by absence this morning. Obviously, I didn't write anything, or I wouldn't be sitting her this evening writing. Can you say duh?
Today, I went to the beauty salon (or beauty shop as I still think of it as) to have my hair cut. Correction - have my hair cut by a professional! For many, many years I kept my hair short and had a standing 6-8 week appointment with the same stylist. This went on for 30 years. After 2013, I decided that since I was home 99.9% of the time, I would "do" my hair myself. My way of keeping my hair under control, was to get out my little scissors, and hack (I mean cut) away unwanted hair. It didn't look too bad, and even if it had, I'm not sure I would have cared. My hair has now been cut short, which is easier to maintain and will let me be like a dog - get the hair wet - and shake it all around!
Jeff and I were watching television, quality television I assure you - "Swamp People". And, before you know it, recliners are put back in "resting" mode, and many z's filled the air. The dogs are always ready to nap, and we had the fireplace on, so the room was pretty warm, and then we fell asleep. Jeff woke up before me and now it's 7:00 pm, and time for dinner. Dinner isn't the big deal it once was. When the boys were still at home, I cooked dinner and it was served at 6:00. Now they're gone, and we don't, most of the time, cook very much for dinner. Jeff still makes one pot wonders, and they are always delicious. But, I could be very satisfied with a frozen waffle, piece of toast, or tonight as it happens to be, a pot pie. There are two kinds of pot pies, in case you needed to know this. There are the cheap ones, that has very little meat inside, but is dirt cheap. Think broke food. And, then for more money, and more taste, you can buy a pot pie, from say Marie Callander (or however you spell her name), which actually has meat you can see and taste! Tonight, I'm microwaving the broke food kind of pot pie. Jeff and I remind ourselves, that when we eat, it's only food (we learned that when we were dieting for our gastric surgeries) and that we don't need as much food as we think we do. Tummy not growling, then chances are you're not hungry, or at least not really hungry, and you can afford to wait to eat.
The only thing remaining on the calendar is having Benjamin spend tomorrow night with us. Stacey will come in the afternoon, and we'll go have pedicures. I don't want ugly feet when I go into the hospital. What's that song, which goes something like this, "you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you".
On Tuesday, we have to be at the hospital at 6:00 am, so I won't be posting anything that day. I may have to ask my guest blogger (Jeff) to cover me for a day or two.
See you tomorrow.
P
Friday, February 23, 2018
What A Week It's Been!
2/23/2018
This week has been "action" packed for Jeff and I. Thinking about it, I don't think action is the right word to use. Let's just say we had three doctor appointments this week. Today, is the dentist and tomorrow is the hair salon, for a much needed haircut. Monday, Stacey and Benjamin are coming to the house so that Stacey and I can have pretty feet!
Oh, and reduce the hairs on chinny chinny chin. Men, can pull off a mustache, women not so much!
In between all of this, there are that need doing in the house. Problem is, I don't want to do anything. My anxiety level has shot way higher than a "10", and I'm doing my best to relax. Being relaxed is very hard for me, on a regular basis, much less the added stress and/or dread I'm feeling about Tuesday.
We have discovered that if we take Bella with us, Daisy doesn't bother anything. She's not tall enough to reach anything on the counters, and she is a very laid back dog. Leaving Bella in the house alone, would be a whole other matter. I guess someday we will have to see if Bella is left in the house, if the house will still be here when we return!
On Sunday, Jeff and I are going to the townhouse that Andy owns, but is getting ready to put on the market. I can't wait to see how good it looks, with fresh paint and new carpeting. The tenant did a lot of damage, that needed fixing. For me, going there might be emotional, because Benjamin was a toddler when he lived there, and I have so many good memories that will probably play in my head.
Other than to possibly play with the little boy next door, I selfishly want to have me time with Benjamin. I recently found an old Tom Hanks movie "The Money Pit" and I loved it, even though I've seen it before. I believe Benjamin will enjoy collapsing ceilings, and stairs collapsing! It will be a good day, and will give me much needed relaxation.
Talk to you tomorrow.
P
This week has been "action" packed for Jeff and I. Thinking about it, I don't think action is the right word to use. Let's just say we had three doctor appointments this week. Today, is the dentist and tomorrow is the hair salon, for a much needed haircut. Monday, Stacey and Benjamin are coming to the house so that Stacey and I can have pretty feet!
Oh, and reduce the hairs on chinny chinny chin. Men, can pull off a mustache, women not so much!
In between all of this, there are that need doing in the house. Problem is, I don't want to do anything. My anxiety level has shot way higher than a "10", and I'm doing my best to relax. Being relaxed is very hard for me, on a regular basis, much less the added stress and/or dread I'm feeling about Tuesday.
We have discovered that if we take Bella with us, Daisy doesn't bother anything. She's not tall enough to reach anything on the counters, and she is a very laid back dog. Leaving Bella in the house alone, would be a whole other matter. I guess someday we will have to see if Bella is left in the house, if the house will still be here when we return!
On Sunday, Jeff and I are going to the townhouse that Andy owns, but is getting ready to put on the market. I can't wait to see how good it looks, with fresh paint and new carpeting. The tenant did a lot of damage, that needed fixing. For me, going there might be emotional, because Benjamin was a toddler when he lived there, and I have so many good memories that will probably play in my head.
Other than to possibly play with the little boy next door, I selfishly want to have me time with Benjamin. I recently found an old Tom Hanks movie "The Money Pit" and I loved it, even though I've seen it before. I believe Benjamin will enjoy collapsing ceilings, and stairs collapsing! It will be a good day, and will give me much needed relaxation.
Talk to you tomorrow.
P
Thursday, February 22, 2018
Weather or Whether
2/22/2018
Mother Nature is fickle, I've decided. For two days, I brought out my "shorty" pants (i.e., pants that don't need shortening! Ah, but the honeymoon appears to be over. Yesterday, we had windows open, and today we're closing them.
Rain is predicted for the next couple of days, which means more muddy paws and wet fur. That much rain, will once again, render the backyard to once again return to "Bassett Lake". On some level, I'd actually prefer snow. Why? It, keeps dog paws clean, but wet. "clean wet", is easy to deal with. Muddy wet, not so much.
I don't know if I should read or watch the news these days. Let's put it this way - the news is very depressing. Arming teachers with guns? Um, I can imagine a lot of things that could go wrong if this becomes our new reality.
Whether
Jeff and I were teenagers in the 60's. There was Woodstock, and hippies in San Francisco. I'm sure there were other stand out moments during that time, but I'm drawing a blank.
Here's what I do know. We walked to school. Only the kids, who lived on farms, rode on a bus. There wasn't any fear of being harmed, at least in the small town I lived in. I know that Jeff, who I think, walked to school also, wasn't looking over his shoulder to see if there was a "bad guy" walking behind him.
In those long ago days, I don't remember people owning guns, other than rifles for shooting birds, etc. I don't know whether everyone should keep a gun in their house. There is a lot of talk about whether these men who gun down children, or anyone else for that matter, are mental. I, for one, am "mental", and I've never even thought for a minute of physically hurting someone else. It seems, and it may be true, that these gunmen, suffer from some kind of mental disorder. I do believe, that in the moment, these people cross over the line between sane and mental (because I hate the word insane). I also believe that stricter gun laws should be put in place (please don't send me hate mail, this is just my opinion).
As some people say, guns don't kill people. People kill people. And, how does one get their hands on these assault weapons? Jeff and I don't want to keep a gun in the house, and that's our choice. When Benjamin come to visit, said gun would have to be locked up somewhere, where he couldn't find it. So, if a burglar comes into your home, you will have to unlock the safe (or equivalent), get the gun out, put bullets in, and so and search for the burglar. Each person has to decide whether or not, to have guns in the house. Frankly, I think if you could get close to the burglar, a hit on the head with my very heavy flashlight, might get him to rethink whether or not, our house is worthy of pillaging! I'm thinking not, because when anyone visits the house or walks out in the street, Bella becomes very, very vocal. Whether or not Bella would actually bight someone, is unlikely.
I feel sorry for today's children, and their parents, because we now live in a scary world. When the boys were going to school each day, the thought that they might not come home, never crossed my mind. But, if they were in school today, I would worry for their safety. Whether to own guns, or not, is at the end, comes down to a personal decision.
P
Mother Nature is fickle, I've decided. For two days, I brought out my "shorty" pants (i.e., pants that don't need shortening! Ah, but the honeymoon appears to be over. Yesterday, we had windows open, and today we're closing them.
Rain is predicted for the next couple of days, which means more muddy paws and wet fur. That much rain, will once again, render the backyard to once again return to "Bassett Lake". On some level, I'd actually prefer snow. Why? It, keeps dog paws clean, but wet. "clean wet", is easy to deal with. Muddy wet, not so much.
I don't know if I should read or watch the news these days. Let's put it this way - the news is very depressing. Arming teachers with guns? Um, I can imagine a lot of things that could go wrong if this becomes our new reality.
Whether
Jeff and I were teenagers in the 60's. There was Woodstock, and hippies in San Francisco. I'm sure there were other stand out moments during that time, but I'm drawing a blank.
Here's what I do know. We walked to school. Only the kids, who lived on farms, rode on a bus. There wasn't any fear of being harmed, at least in the small town I lived in. I know that Jeff, who I think, walked to school also, wasn't looking over his shoulder to see if there was a "bad guy" walking behind him.
In those long ago days, I don't remember people owning guns, other than rifles for shooting birds, etc. I don't know whether everyone should keep a gun in their house. There is a lot of talk about whether these men who gun down children, or anyone else for that matter, are mental. I, for one, am "mental", and I've never even thought for a minute of physically hurting someone else. It seems, and it may be true, that these gunmen, suffer from some kind of mental disorder. I do believe, that in the moment, these people cross over the line between sane and mental (because I hate the word insane). I also believe that stricter gun laws should be put in place (please don't send me hate mail, this is just my opinion).
As some people say, guns don't kill people. People kill people. And, how does one get their hands on these assault weapons? Jeff and I don't want to keep a gun in the house, and that's our choice. When Benjamin come to visit, said gun would have to be locked up somewhere, where he couldn't find it. So, if a burglar comes into your home, you will have to unlock the safe (or equivalent), get the gun out, put bullets in, and so and search for the burglar. Each person has to decide whether or not, to have guns in the house. Frankly, I think if you could get close to the burglar, a hit on the head with my very heavy flashlight, might get him to rethink whether or not, our house is worthy of pillaging! I'm thinking not, because when anyone visits the house or walks out in the street, Bella becomes very, very vocal. Whether or not Bella would actually bight someone, is unlikely.
I feel sorry for today's children, and their parents, because we now live in a scary world. When the boys were going to school each day, the thought that they might not come home, never crossed my mind. But, if they were in school today, I would worry for their safety. Whether to own guns, or not, is at the end, comes down to a personal decision.
P
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
A Free Day!
2/21/2018
An update about moving around the bedroom in the morning. This morning, I didn't fall (yeah) and more worthy of yeahs, is I didn't fall into or step on anything that wasn't supposed to be in my path. Three cheers for this kind of morning.
Jeff and I have had various doctor's appointments the last few days. We took his car both days, but thought better of putting the top down, because it was drizzling. Yesterday, though, it was 65 (or maybe faster) down the highway, the wind blowing in our hair. Oh, correction, my hair!
We've had enough rain recently, that our backyard, which is not the finest by a long shot, turned into a mud pit or swamp. The landscaping company will be coming to overhaul the yard, trees and bushes sometime in March. I have bought a plan with Stanley Steemer, that allows me to have 3 carpet cleanings during the year. I'm going to wait until the weather really changes, before having them come out. For now, I'll live with a few muddy paw prints. At least when they track in mud, I know that they've actually been outside!
While I'm anxious about having surgery, by this time next week, I'll be on the mend. Of course, I have my fingers crossed that the "mend" will be more short term, rather than a longer drawn out one. Time will tell.
I'm experimenting with my new cordless phone, and I'm a loooooong way from being even considered a "techy". I now know how to answer and receive calls. But, haven't been able to master how to hear saved calls. I'm pretty sure it's just a one, two thing, but it is that thing that eludes me.
Jeff has bought a lot of jell-o boxes, and wants those boxes to eventually turn into jigglers. It's been a long time since I've made jigglers, so my first batch, wasn't very successful. So, if at first you don't succeed, try, try and try again. At the moment, I'm still in the "trying" stage.
Friends, I'm logging off now. I need to get my coffee and toast over to my favorite chair, and watch some mindless TV.
P
An update about moving around the bedroom in the morning. This morning, I didn't fall (yeah) and more worthy of yeahs, is I didn't fall into or step on anything that wasn't supposed to be in my path. Three cheers for this kind of morning.
Jeff and I have had various doctor's appointments the last few days. We took his car both days, but thought better of putting the top down, because it was drizzling. Yesterday, though, it was 65 (or maybe faster) down the highway, the wind blowing in our hair. Oh, correction, my hair!
We've had enough rain recently, that our backyard, which is not the finest by a long shot, turned into a mud pit or swamp. The landscaping company will be coming to overhaul the yard, trees and bushes sometime in March. I have bought a plan with Stanley Steemer, that allows me to have 3 carpet cleanings during the year. I'm going to wait until the weather really changes, before having them come out. For now, I'll live with a few muddy paw prints. At least when they track in mud, I know that they've actually been outside!
While I'm anxious about having surgery, by this time next week, I'll be on the mend. Of course, I have my fingers crossed that the "mend" will be more short term, rather than a longer drawn out one. Time will tell.
I'm experimenting with my new cordless phone, and I'm a loooooong way from being even considered a "techy". I now know how to answer and receive calls. But, haven't been able to master how to hear saved calls. I'm pretty sure it's just a one, two thing, but it is that thing that eludes me.
Jeff has bought a lot of jell-o boxes, and wants those boxes to eventually turn into jigglers. It's been a long time since I've made jigglers, so my first batch, wasn't very successful. So, if at first you don't succeed, try, try and try again. At the moment, I'm still in the "trying" stage.
Friends, I'm logging off now. I need to get my coffee and toast over to my favorite chair, and watch some mindless TV.
P
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