Sunday, January 23 – Saturday, January 29, 2011
Sunday, January 23
Happy Birthday to extended family nephew Paul Francis!!!
Barbara and Mother were both feeling a little puny and complaining of flu or allergy-like symptoms this morning, so they decided to stay home instead of going to church. Barbara called Sophie to cancel her out for the day and then fixed Mother’s breakfast and saw to getting her comfortable for the morning.
I went on to church, stopping first at Big V to turn on all the systems so I could work around the lot this afternoon. We’ve kept Big V pretty well buttoned up the last couple of months, but since I was planning to spend some time, I turned on the water and the water heater, turned on the ice maker, and cranked up the thermostat so it would be warm when I returned.
It was another good morning at Yantis First Baptist Church…fellowship breakfast, Sunday school, and a really good sermon as David continued preaching and teaching from Nehemiah, Chapter 2. This morning’s lesson was on how to expect and handle the criticism and derision that will surely come when one is doing the Lord’s work.
I waited around for a few minutes after church to pick up a CD of the service for Barbara and then drove back to Holiday Villages. By the time I got there, the sky was turning black, the temperature was dropping, the wind was blowing, and it was beginning to sprinkle…so much for getting any outdoor work done.
I made the executive decision to shut everything off again and then returned to Mineola for the afternoon. I thought I’d watch one of the NFL playoff games, but it was obvious that the Bears weren’t going to shut down the Packers, so Barbara and I took a nap instead.
We got up around 3:00 and Barbara fixed lunch for the three of us before we sat down to watching a little TV and working at the computers.
Barbara stayed home again this evening to keep an eye on Mother and I returned to Yantis for choir practice and the monthly business meeting. During the course of the meeting I was nominated and elected to serve on the nominating committee. I don’t know what that’s going to entail, but I’m sure it will be interesting.
Back at home tonight I decided to have a bowl of cereal for supper and Barbara went out to Taco Bell for some tacos. We then sat and watched TV for a while until she got up to play computer games with some friends and I watched the Steelers and Jets while I reviewed the latest blog posting that Barbara had worked on while I was at church and then sent out the notice that we were posted on time for the first time in ages.
We recognized another anniversary of sorts today. It was exactly one year ago, January 23, 2010, that we became fulltime caregivers for Mother and moved into her house here in Mineola. Our lifestyle has certainly changed during that time as we changed from an RV couple on the go to life in a “sticks and bricks” setting.
Monday, January 24
Happy 82nd Birthday to our dear friend Jesse Fairfax in Woodstock, Georgia!!!
Retired or not, some days are just days, and this was one of them. I got up early and went to Dr. Bankhead’s office to have blood drawn for some tests. When that was done, and I had visited with the doctor, I went by the donut shop to pick up an apple fritter for Barbara, then to the post office to check the mail, Edward Jones office to see about having a fax sent to their number for us, the pharmacy to get some prescriptions for Mother, and then back to the house.
Meanwhile, Barbara had taken care of getting Mother up, fed, clothed, and generally underway with her daily routine. Bonita (the Chihuahua) and Spike (The Boston Terrier) were both especially well-behaved this morning and were so relaxed that Barbara felt compelled to take a picture of them in one of Bonita’s rare good moods. Spike is easy going and loving all the time, but Bonita has some pretty wild mood swings, and we’re never sure which one of her we’re going to see at a given moment.
The rest of the morning was all about taking care of business as we kept the phone lines hot with calls to the medical examiner’s office and Lake Ridge Chapel in Lubbock, and to Dr. Drew, Mother’s neurologist, in Tyler.
Today Barbara received a call from Jimmy Young, the Resthaven Cemetery employee who helped us when we were making plans for Jimmy Clint’s burial service. Jimmy called to say that the new marker had been laid. Barbara asked him if there was any way he could take a picture of it and send it to us and he said he thought he could do that.
After talking to Mr. Young, Barbara called Cathey to let her know the marker was in place. Cathey was excited to hear it and drove out to Resthaven to look and take a picture that she sent to us. Cathey’s aunts had placed flowers at Jimmy’s grave; so Cathey moved them to the vase. Really looks nice, we think; and we really appreciated Cathey taking the photo for us since we can’t see it in person.
When we weren’t on the phone today we were taking care of the routine chores around the house…just the daily business of living. Tonight I wrote a letter to Mr. Young thanking him for calling us today and for taking the time to get a picture and emailing it to us. In December I wrote a blistering letter to Resthaven about the shoddy service we had received from them, but we did appreciate Mr. Young’s efforts on our behalf today and wanted him and his boss to know that.
Tuesday, January 25
I was going to go to Yantis for the weekly prayer session this morning, but Mother was up three times during the night with some intestinal problems. At 4:30 I finally gave sleep up as a lost cause, started the coffee, and read my morning internet journals and newspapers.
Since Barbara got up at 4:30 to help with the last session with Mother, we were both up for a while and then she said she’d stay up in case Mother needed something and I went back to bed to grab some shut-eye before officially starting the day.
Mary, Mother’s speech therapist came to the house around 9:45 for her weekly session and shared some good ideas with us.
TJ offered to cook lunch for us at her place today, but we worked a deal for Barbara to take me over there to install a couple of software programs on TJ’s new computer and then help TJ bring the food back to Mother’s house so Mother didn’t have to get out twice today (which proved, in the end, to be a wise move).
TJ and I brought a pot of meatballs and sauce to the house to go along with the spaghetti Barbara was cooking while I was installing the computer programs. We all sat down to a nice meal and a few minutes of conversation and then got some rest before starting the next part of the day.
For my part, the rest of the day involved driving Mother and TJ to the Eye Associates clinic in Tyler for their appointments. Mother was to have a laser procedure to remove the film that was building up in her right eye, and TJ was having a closer examination of one of her eyes that had some internal bleeding.
Mother’s procedure went rather quickly and she was out and ready to go by 3:45, but TJ was in a large crowd waiting to see her doctor. Time passed and then passed some more. I kept checking to see how much longer it might be, but it was 5:30 before they even took TJ in to have her eye dilated…and then we waited some more. Finally, at 7:00 p.m. we left the building and drove back to Mineola, returning to Mother’s house at 8:00 after a long, long afternoon.
Mother immediately went to bed and fell asleep and Barbara and I weren’t too far behind.
Barbara reported that her day after we left consisted mainly of watching Spike and Bonita and listening to Bonita’s incessant crying and barking while Mother was out of the house. Spike, on the other hand, took Mother’s absence in stride, but at one point he climbed up on one of the living room chairs and then onto a coffee table to look out the window to see if his mama was coming home. To say that Mother’s puppies are spoiled rotten would be the understatement of the century! Otherwise, Barbara’s day was actually restful though at times she did consider what her punishment would be if Bonita was hanging from the fan as a living room decoration. However, upon careful consideration, she decided that might not be a decoration Edith approved of!
Wednesday, January 26
Happy Birthday to son-in-law Jim Farnham in Olathe, Kansas!!!
Sophie came over to watch Mother for a couple of hours while we went north…Barbara to drop me off at Our Little Lot and then go on to Yantis for the weekly ladies Bible study. As a lead-up to Easter, the ladies are involved in a study of He Chose the Nails: What God Did to Win Your Heart, by Max Lucado.
While Barbara was at church, I dug out the cleaning supplies and started scrubbing down the inside of Big V. Unfortunately, we haven’t been doing any deep cleaning out there in the last few months and Big V was starting to look kind of shabby inside. Not only that, we’ve just been piling things inside wherever they would fit, so it was both messy and dirty. It took about 2 ½ hours of hard work, but by the time Barbara came to get me, I had the bedroom and bathroom areas scrubbed and everything put away where it belonged. I even removed the bedroom TV from its case so I could hook up a digital converter, but didn’t have one of the cables I needed to finish the job, so I left the TV out until I could get back to it.
Barbara picked me up about 12:15 and we returned to Mineola for a light lunch and a short nap.
I went back out to Yantis at 5:30 to pick up the MP3 recorder from Lisa Apel so we could get back into production mode copying and burning the Bible studies to CD’s. When I returned to the house, our friends Gene and Michelle and Gene and Carolyn were waiting for us to go out for a “friends’ night.”
We enjoyed the meal at the new Chinese restaurant so much last week that we decided to try it again tonight. Gene and Carolyn hadn’t been to it yet, so we introduced them to the town’s latest taste sensation. The six of us thoroughly enjoyed making multiple trips through the buffet lines and keeping several threads of conversation going, depending on who out of the six were at the table at that time.
After our meal, we returned to the house. Barbara and I got Mother settled in bed and then the six of us broke out Gene and Michelle’s game of Catch Phrase and enjoyed an hour or so of lively game-playing, joking, and laughing at and with each other. When we played the game with Gene and Michelle last week, Gene and I trounced the ladies (so they say, but we really didn’t write anything down; so not certain we can trust their memories!), but tonight the girls got their revenge on us by eking out a victorious set with a win in the third game.
The night was so much fun that we’ve decided to have “friend nights” more often; at least every other week if one or more couples are available.
Thursday, January 27
This was just a plain day around our place…chores to do and business to take care of. We had Mary, the speech therapist come in to work with Mother this morning and this afternoon Keith, the physical therapist, came by for his session.
We asked Keith to do an evaluation of Mother’s bathroom to see if we might need to do some remodeling. It is getting more and more difficult to help Mother in that room, particularly for Barbara to help her with her showers. Keith took a close look and then after listening to Barbara talk about what she had to do to help Mother, suggested some different strategies for where Mother sits in the shower stall and how to get her there. He then used part of his time to work with Mother in getting into and out of the shower stall. What he suggested was a simple change in the way Barbara has gotten Mother lined up to get into the stall and made a world of difference. We’re even going to apply the same principal to helping her get to her recliner and her dining room and living room chairs…should make a world of difference in everyone’s comfort. There is still so much for us to learn about this care-giving bit!
Barbara and Mother did some catalog shopping this morning and came up with some new outfits and shoes for Mother and for me to order online. When that was completed, we ordered a new program that will allow us to produce our own DVDs. Well, it’s really a replacement for a program that Barbara installed on her Dell a couple of years ago. The problem was that she installed it as a download and then we lost the instructions for backing it up. When the Dell crashed last year, we didn’t have the program anymore and are finally getting around to buying a hard copy so we can install it on both computers that we now use.
While Barbara stayed at the house this evening to fix supper for Mother, I took an hour and a half to go out to Big V to reinstall the TV system in the bedroom. Now we have TV (still just the antenna system, but better than nothing) and the VCR/DVD player hookup. We just need to be out there sometime to enjoy it.
Friday, January 28
Today was a really different “date day” for us. Instead of one of our junkets to an exotic East Texas locale, we hired Sophie to watch Mother for a few hours while we went to Our Little Lot and worked in Big V.
Before we got to Holiday Villages of Lake Fork, we drove on across the lake and down a county road to catch up with one of our friends from church, Mary Parker. Mary had sent a catalog of jewelry items to Barbara yesterday and Barbara decided she wanted to make some purchases, so we drove out to Mary’s house to write the check and return the catalog.
It was the first time for us to drive into that particular neighborhood and the first person we saw was another of the ladies from church, Aline Coker. Aline was out raking leaves, so we spoke to her for a few minutes before going across the street to see Mary.
When we finished at Mary’s house, we drove back to Holiday Villages and Our Little Lot and began a massive housecleaning. Unfortunately, Big V has become more of a storeroom than a home since we moved in with Mother, and we wanted to change that. So, we began going through closets and cabinets, throwing away things we packed 4 ½ years ago, but haven’t used since, packing up some things to take to the house in Mineola, and rearranging what was left. Once everything was squared away, Big V looked like she did when we first moved in June of 2006…homey and loved.
Before tackling some of the outside work, we walked over to the clubhouse and ordered some takeout food for lunch…even saw our next door neighbors Wes and Linda while we were there and chatted with them a bit while we waited on our order.
We went back to Big V and ate our lunch on our “porch” while enjoying a beautiful 70-degree afternoon. Then, it was back to work to clean off and rearrange the passenger side of our concrete pad. Leaves and dirt had accumulated, so we got them off the pad and then put the furniture back in order so it looked like someone not only lived there, but was proud of the place.
All that work finally wore us down and we decided to take a nap for about half an hour before loading things in the Vibe, shutting down Big V, and returning to the house in Mineola via our local Walmart.
Tonight was just a quiet night on Heritage Drive as we worked on projects at the house.
Saturday, January 29
Happy 4th Birthday today to step great-grandson, Rhett Johnson, grandson of John and Carol Colwell in San Antonio, Texas.
John sent us this picture of Rhett on his new bicycle.
Today was just another day at the house in Mineola…nothing particularly exciting. Mother slept off and on for most of the morning and we did our part to keep things quiet for her.
Barbara did laundry and unpacked things from the big tub that we filled at Big V yesterday while I tackled the job of going through the stacks of paper on our little desk in the bedroom closet. That’s a job I do once every three or four months, whether it needs it or not. When I got everything organized, filed, and put away, Barbara helped with the reorganization of the closet. We moved some things to a hutch in the dining room, since that’s where we conduct most of our business, and shifted a few other things to a different closet. We’ve learned that in an RV or a sticks and bricks home, “stuff” expands to overfill all available space.
For lunch Barbara fixed smothered pork chops (so tender they fall apart when you look at them) and I cooked some of the turnips that I got from Ladd the other day. Barbara is an expert at the pork chops, but this was the first time in my life that I’ve done anything with turnips. I treated them just like potatoes…skinned them, cut them into small pieces, boiled them until they were soft, and then mashed them with a stick of butter. I thought they were okay and they passed Mother’s taste test, so I guess we now have another menu item for the future.
While Barbara worked in the dining room taking care of bills this afternoon, I sat in the living room to work on the journal and watch basketball…saw bits and pieces of both the Baylor/Colorado and the Texas Tech/Oklahoma State games.
After feeding Mother and getting her settled in bed, we went to Brookshire’s to pick up a few items and then stopped off at Pizza Hut to order a pizza for our supper. When the pizza was ready, I went back to pick it up (no pizza delivery in Mineola) and I spent the rest of the evening working on the journal and watching TV while Barbara played online Family Feud and Scrabble with her friend Dandy in Abilene.
This week we have a couple of photos that we’ve received. One is of Jaycie and a couple of her friends, copied from Jaycie’s Facebook Page.
The other is a collage of photos that were taken of us on my birthday. We met Heather, Andy, Alexander, and Abby at Cracker Barrel in Greenville for a nice birthday lunch. Those of you who know us well will wonder how in the world we didn’t have our camera with us for the occasion, but we didn’t. We used Andy’s camera for a few of the shots and then one of the waitresses took a couple of family photos in front of the restaurant’s fireplace. Andy emailed a link to the photos, but it took until today for “technology challenged” me to figure out how to save the pictures to a file.
“Fatigue makes cowards of us all.” – Vince Lombardi, legendary football coach
Just chilling in Mineola,
Jim/Dad/Gramps & Barbara/Mom/Grams
Finally! A Little More Education
Sunday, January 16 – Saturday, January 22, 2011
Sunday, January 16
Happy Birthday to Jim’s brother Jerry in Roswell, New Mexico!!!
Another typical Sunday morning began rather early today, but everything went smoothly and in no time at all, we had completed the church breakfast and the Sunday School lesson. As I was headed for the choir room, I picked up a bulletin and read that David was preaching from Nehemiah 2 which was definitely a sense of déjà vu since this was the chapter that began our journey into retirement. I quickly asked Barbara if she had seen what David was using for today’s sermon and since she hadn’t, I filled her in as David began protesting immediately that we were not to take this as a sign we were to move again!
Let us explain once again to refresh memories: Back in November of 2005 while we were teaching in Liberal, Barbara and I began talking about retirement but we just couldn’t see that it was possible. Then, on January 29, 2006, David used Nehemiah 2 for his sermon. Basically, it was a lesson in turning to the Lord just as Nehemiah did to the King. First, one should ask permission (sanction), then safety (safeguard), and finally for the supply to accomplish the objective in mind. That day, Barbara and I were struck with how that answered our retirement question. If we followed those steps and if we were to retire, then surely God would show us the way. For daily reminders of our objective, Barbara made up little posters on the computer and we taped them where we could see them in each room. And…God did answer and guide. By the first board meeting in March of 2006, a little more than a month from the day of that sermon, we were able to turn in our resignations and begin looking forward to retirement at the end of the year.
It was with eager anticipation that we awaited the way David would approach this scripture today for we realize that scripture can be read over and over with lessons popping up that one never saw before.
Today was no different as we realized that through this chapter back in 2006, we were able as David pointed out in his talk to:
1. Visualize the objective (which at the time was retirement)
2. Capitalize on this objective (which included seeking permission, safeguard, and supply)
3. Analyze the obstacles. (comfort, contentment, conflict)
4. Actualize the plan/task
The rest of the day was as awesome as it began with us heading safely back to Mother’s to fix her lunch before we returned to Yantis for evening service that night.
Monday, January 17
It would be simplistic to say that today began at midnight; after all, that’s when every day begins. But, our day began in a most unusual way at midnight when I awoke to hear Mother having a series of violent sneezes. After about the sixth sneeze, I got out of bed and went to Mother’s room to see if she was okay. She said she was, but she needed to go to the bathroom, which didn’t surprise me a bit, considering the contortions she was going through.
I got Mother out of bed and into the bathroom. When she was finished, I got her back to her bed, turned out the light, and headed back to bed. (Since Barbara handles most of the daytime hours with Mother, I take over the night shift. It’s an arrangement we seem to find most manageable.)
About ten minutes later Mother rang the bell that she keeps on the table beside her to let us know she needs something. When I want back in, she told me that she had thrown up. Sure enough, there was a pool of liquid on her nightgown. I cleaned it up, got her gown changed, and put back in bed before returning to our room to get some sleep.
About 20 minutes later we were all awake as Mother rang and said she had to go to the bathroom again. This time, she went into a phase of full-blown (pardon the expression) vomiting and diarrhea, resulting in Barbara and me going into full teamwork mode to get Mother cleaned up, change her clothes, start the washer, and then clean the bathroom.
By 2:30 the bathroom floor was mopped, the commode was scrubbed, and Mother was sleeping soundly. The only problem now…Barbara and I were wide awake and trying to figure out what had happened and what had caused it. We had already decided and told Mother that if she had another bout of either vomiting or diarrhea, we’d have no choice but to call At-Home Healthcare and arrange to have her taken to the nearest emergency room to be treated for dehydration and whatever was causing the problem.
Luckily, Mother slept through the rest of the night. I went back to bed at 3:30 and Barbara followed between 4:30 and 5:00.
Mother rang the bell again at 6:30, waking me out of a sound sleep. I asked her if she needed help getting to the bathroom and she said that she didn’t, she was just ready to wake up and start the day. So, I got her propped up in bed (the new bed has already paid for itself as far as we are concerned), had her take her early morning meds, turned the TV to Fox News, and gave her the newspaper and morning coffee. Then I told her I was going back to bed and to ring if she needed anything.
One of the At-Home Healthcare nurses came by this morning on a regular call. We told him what we had all been through since midnight and he said to continue what we were doing…bland foods, Gator-Ade, and lots of rest for Mother.
The rest of the day was spent taking naps (trying to get caught up on sleep lost last night), and keeping an eye on Mother, who seemed to have weathered whatever storm it was that made her so miserably ill for those few hours.
On an entirely different note, we emptied the rain gauge this morning after the rain had stopped and found that we’d received two inches of rain over the weekend. Added to what we received during last weekend’s rain, sleet, and snow storm, we now have about 3 ¼ inches of rain for 2011.
Tuesday, January 18
It was another early start for the day, but this time by design. I had the alarm clock set for 5:45 so I could get up and prepare for the trip to Yantis for our weekly prayer group. As I was about to get dressed, Mother rang her bell, so I checked on her, got her into and out of the bathroom, and then back to bed so she could get back to sleep. The good news was that she felt much better…just wanted to finish her nap before starting the day.
I drove to Yantis and then returned to Mineola for an 8:15 appointment with Dr. Bankhead. I was supposed to have a blood draw for tests to check on my blood pressure and cholesterol meds, but just before the nurse started to stick me, she rechecked the date of the last draw and discovered that I needed to wait three more days to meet the Medicare requirement of three full months between tests.
So, I had a short visit with Dr. Bankhead to talk about some problems with my left arm and she said she’d just order up another test when I come back next Monday.
I left Dr. Bankhead’s office and went by the donut shop to get an apple fritter for Barbara, went to the post office for the mail, and returned to the house for the morning.
We explained to Mary, the speech therapist about what had happened yesterday and then turned Mother over to her to watch Mother eat breakfast and evaluate how she was doing with chewing and swallowing. We don’t know what else went on in there, but we did hear a lot of belly-laughing going on, so we know they were having a good time.
When Mary got ready to leave she said that Mother has the mechanics of eating down, but that she eats more quickly than she has to. We told her that we understood that, but it was also a problem with us, having spent our lives in school and getting by with 5 – 10 minute meals.
We did some more work on the journals after Mary left then took a rest break before fixing lunch and making sure Mother followed the rules of eating.
Keith came in around 5:00 for Mother’s physical therapy session. He was quite pleased with Mother’s progress, especially considering what she had been through yesterday.
Gene and Michelle Young called while Keith was here and wanted to know if they could stop by for a visit this evening and then take us out to eat. We said that would be great and got busy preparing Mother’s evening agenda so we could have her settled in bed by the time our friends arrived.
While we were waiting for Michelle and Gene, we had wandered outside just to enjoy the evening air when we noticed the full moon and decided it was definitely a Kodak moment!
When the Youngs did get here, we visited for about a half hour and then went downtown to a new Chinese restaurant. We base our judgment of Chinese restaurants on our experiences in China (very authentic) and at Kwan Den in Artesia (also authentic provincial cuisine), so it was with wary eyes and noses that we entered the new restaurant. We were immediately blown away by the variety of foods and their presentation…what a great selection of both familiar and new foods (well, new to us anyway)!
We got so busy eating and talking that the time quickly slipped by and we remembered that we needed to get back to the house to make sure Mother was doing okay. When we arrived at the house we found everything in order and Mother contentedly watching TV, but about ready to call it a night.
I helped Mother get through the nightly routine and settled down while Barbara, Gene, and Michelle visited in the kitchen and set up a new game (Catch Phrase) that the Youngs brought with them. When I returned to the dining room we played a sample round to bring me up to speed and then Gene and I took on Barbara and Michelle for a best-of-three series of games.
As is usual with games at our table we got a little loud and rowdy from time to time, but we had a great time playing the game and testing our skills for giving and recognizing phrases or other verbal cues to come up with the right answers.
All in all, and except for not being able to do what needed to be done at the doctor’s office this morning, it was a great day.
Wednesday, January 19
Jim: Mother woke up early today because she knew we had a trip to Tyler on the schedule. After getting her fed and dressed, we waited until TJ showed up and then we left Barbara in charge of the house while I took TJ and Mother to see Dr. Wicke, their ophthalmologist.
We got to the office in plenty of time and both TJ and Mother went in ahead of schedule. I just knew that we would be home before noon, but then Murphy’s Law kicked in. Mother’s report was good, but she has some film developing in her right eye where she had cataract surgery several years ago. Dr. Wicke said he could do a laser procedure this morning if we wanted, or could reschedule for sometime in the next couple of weeks. The only problem with doing the surgery this morning is that he would have to dilate, and that would take an extra hour.
Thinking that TJ was just about ready, we told Dr. Wicke that we would reschedule sometime next week so we could get home early today. Shortly afterward, I learned (once more) what thinking can get a person.
We went out to the waiting room, found TJ, and decided it was time to go; that is, until TJ said that they wanted to check something else and had dilated her eyes. To make a long story short, what should have taken 45 minutes to an hour for TJ’s treatment took two hours and it was well after 12:00 when we left the complex. We could have had Mother’s procedure done and still be through before TJ, but we learned that too late. So, Barbara and I will be taking Mother back to see Dr. Wicke next Wednesday morning.
Barbara: While the clan was in Tyler, I was experiencing a zoo like atmosphere here at the house. Wade came over to shampoo Edith’s room, chair, and the living room sofas, which wouldn’t have been too bad except that Bonita decided she wasn’t happy over the whole process and continually barked, whined, and meowed! Yes, I know she’s a dog; but there are times that she gets this high pitched voice which sounds just like a cat! Anyway, we finally had to put the puppies in the sun room so Wade could get his work done. I decided to use that time to run to the post office and the used book store, but before I could even get out of the drive, Wade came running out of the house. Seems as though his equipment had flipped a breaker and he needed to know where the breaker box was. So…I pulled back into the drive, got him fixed up and took off for 30 minutes of peace and quiet.
When I returned, we got the puppies out of the sun room and closed Edith’s door so they couldn’t wander back in there over the clean carpet. This arrangement did not suit Bonita at all. Spike, who is forever the gentleman and accepts life the way it is unless Bonita gets him riled up, decided to join the chorus and in no time at all the puppies were holding a concert in front of Edith’s door that no one would pay to attend. Before I could get them settled, the doorbell rang; it was Maria to clean Edith’s room. So…now, Bonita chose to rush in and bark at the new visitor. Truth be told, I was ready to strangle Bonnie right then and there!
Eventually, all of the activity was completed and the dogs, worn out from their earlier concerts, took naps while I continued with the laundry and other household chores. This time does not rate highly in the “times to be remembered!”
Jim: When Mother, TJ, and I got back to the house we found some beautiful carpet and furniture, all cleaned expertly by Wade of KUA (Keeping Up Appearances). Barbara and I were so impressed with Wade’s work that we asked about having him drive out to Holiday Villages and clean Big V’s carpets, couch, and dinette seats. Wade said he’d be happy to do that this afternoon, so after getting everything squared away at the house; I drove out to Our Little Lot and opened Big V so Wade could work his magic.
It took about an hour and a half for Wade to get the job done, but it was time (and money) well spent. The carpets looked just like they did when we first got Big V and the couch and dinette seats were showroom fresh.
My time waiting for Wade to do the job was also well spent as I moved more wood from the old woodpile to the new site…still lots to do, but I’m making progress.
I returned to Mineola when Wade was done and Barbara and I spent the rest of the evening watching TV and playing computer games…something to take our minds off the activities of the day.
Thursday, January 20
Mary came this morning to do some more speech therapy work with Mother. They get along really well; once again we were hearing lots of laughter as Mother underwent her “exercises.”
We just worked around the house during the morning hours. The high temperature for the day was when we got up this morning and it started dropping soon afterward…it was no day to be outside!
I went to the store for a few items while Barbara stayed at the house to build a large pasta salad. Our church was hosting the regional association dinner and meeting tonight and our class was “volunteered” to bring salads. When I returned from the store, Barbara finished what she was doing and scooped nearly all the salad into one of the big pans I had just bought, saving back a little of the salad for our meal today.
During lunch today, we were sharing our date day agenda tomorrow which lead Mother into sharing some memories she had of her younger years. One in particular had us in stitches. It seems as though my grandfather (Dad Little), who was a staunch Republican, came in to their house in Roswell on the day that Franklin Delano Roosevelt died and said, “Well, we ain’t got no president.” To which Grandma Little replied, “Of course we do; Harry Truman is the new president.” Dad, who had been in Kansas when Truman was an aspiring politician, and had a very low opinion of the man, then closed the conversation by saying, “That’s what I said; we ain’t got no president.”
We don’t get as many family history anecdotes as we’d like, but when Mother is in rare form, we do get glimpses of what and who my ancestors were.
Keith came by for physical therapy for Mother a little before 4:00. While he put Mother through her paces, Barbara and I went to the post office to gather the mail for the day, then stopped at Sophie’s house to see if she would be able to sit with Mother tomorrow so we could have a “date day.”
When we got back to the house, I gathered up everything I would need for tonight (Barbara was staying behind to watch Mother while I went to work in the church kitchen). Barbara always asks if I have my phone in case she needs to get hold of me and I showed her that I did have it. Then, I took off for Yantis. I had just turned onto the highway when I realized that I didn’t have the salad, the whole purpose of going to Yantis. So, I turned around in a church parking lot and headed back to the house. I used my phone to call Barbara and let her know I was returning. Imagine my surprise when a phone started ringing in the car…Barbara’s phone was in the front passenger seat!
I got back to the house and Barbara asked me what I forgot. I told her I probably needed the salad and she laughed and said I was right. Then I handed over her phone and told her I’d tried to call her, but she wasn’t going to be able to answer unless I brought it back. We both had a good laugh and she said we’d have to remember this story and write it in the journal…so we did.
I drove on out to Yantis without further incident, but when I got there I didn’t see any cars. On the door to the Family Life Center was a sign announcing that the dinner and meeting were cancelled. I drove over to David’s house to ask what was going on and he explained that many of the people who would have been attending were from churches farther to the north and that the weather forecast earlier in the day was for sleet and freezing rain, so Kent Pace, the association director, made the executive decision to cancel for the night.
I asked David if they wanted a large helping of the pasta salad, but he declined, so I got back in the car and started home, stopping along the way to check on Big V at Holiday Villages. As I was leaving the park, Barbara called and said to check to see if anyone was home at Ladd and Angela’s house…maybe we could unload some of the salad there.
I stopped first at Walmart to buy a tank of high-priced gasoline and then went to the Logan house where I found Ladd getting ready to feed his horses. He gladly took a little over half of the salad and then gave me a sack of turnips that had been pulled from the ground just this morning. We’re finding that it is almost impossible to just give away food around here. Almost everyone has something extra that they want to give in return…and believe us, we aren’t complaining about that!
I got back to the house to find Barbara fussing and fuming about Face Book and the internet. Something screwball was going on with our internet service and we spent the entire evening trying to figure out what was wrong. We thought it was problems with our computers, but later learned that Suddenlink was working on their services and for us it resulted in total disruption for internet. We finally gave it up as a lost cause and went to bed to read…what a “novel” idea.
Friday, January 21
We’re going a little retro with today’s entry. Once we were underway with the journal, back in the fall of 2006, we did a lot of traveling to new and exciting places and used our experiences to tell and teach about the things we saw and the places we stayed, particularly those of national and historic importance. The last year hasn’t allowed that sort of travel, so our journals and blog have become more of a diary of our daily lives.
This week we decided that our “date day,” if we were able to work it, would be time spent at a place we’ve never gone and that was of historical importance. So, when we got word last night that Sophie would be able to stay with Mother today, we finalized our plans to drive a couple of hours north of Mineola on U.S. Highway 69 to the bustling city of Denison, Texas.
Now, those of us of our ripe old time of experiential maturity (and years beyond) will know exactly why we were going to Denison, a seemingly unimportant community except for those who live or work there. It is the birthplace of the 34th President of the United States and we chose to visit this site today. Our first stop was the visitor’s center at the Eisenhower Birthplace State Historic Site which included an Eisenhower museum, complete with a historical video that we thoroughly enjoyed.
Denison was founded in 1872 at the depot site of the Missouri, Kansas, and Texas Railroad Line (known popularly as the “Katy Line”). The city grew as it became the home to the North Texas offices, yards, and shops of the railway.
In 1888, businessman David J. Eisenhower, whose dry goods store had failed in Kansas, moved to Denison to get a job with the railroad. Eisenhower’s wife, Ida, and his son, Arthur, stayed behind in Kansas until their second child, Edgar, was born and then they also relocated to Denison the following year moving into a small two-story rent house for which they paid $8.00 a month out of David’s $40.00 per month salary as an engine wiper.
While they lived in Denison, a third son, David Dwight, was born on October 4, 1890 (at home, as was the usual circumstance in those days). David Dwight’s name was later changed to Dwight David to avoid confusion with his father’s name.
The family lived in Denison until Dwight was 18 months old and then moved back to Kansas when a relative found work for David. The family never returned to Denison, but Dwight, who was would literally become world-famous, made three trips back to his hometown during his lifetime.
Dwight David Eisenhower and his siblings grew up in Abilene, Kansas, and always referred to it as their hometown. Dwight was a popular good student and athlete at Abilene High School. His brother, Edgar, was known as Big Ike and Dwight was called Little Ike.
Dwight graduated in 1909 and set his sights on a military career, but worked at a local ice house while he studied and prepared applications for the military academies. His first choice was the Naval Academy at Annapolis, but by the time he passed all the tests, he was nearly 21 years old, too old to be accepted. He then tested for the U.S. Military Academy at West Point, and had the second-place score for the single appointment available. But, he received the appointment when the highest scoring applicant failed the physical examination.
Ida Eisenhower, Ike’s Mother, was a religious pacifist and was very disappointed with Ike’s choice to enter a military academy and pursue the profession of a career military officer. But, the military training brought out the best in him and he excelled in advanced training and leadership, traits that later earned him distinction as a GI who loved and was loved by the GI’s and his fellow officers.
Though a good student academically, Eisenhower also earned his share of conduct demerits while at West Point and graduated 61st out of a class of 164 graduates in 1915. That class, incidentally, produced more generals (59) than any West Point class before or since.
Eisenhower returned to Texas for his first posting after graduation, signing in at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio. During that time he met and married Mamie Doud, a Denver socialite, who became his wife and partner for the remainder of his life.
Eisenhower returned to Denison three times in his life…the first time when he was honored as a true war hero in 1946. The city purchased the little frame house where he was born and kept it as a historical site. The second visit was when Ike was campaigning for the presidency. He carried the state of Texas, but failed to get a majority of votes in his own home town, a bastion of Democrat politics. The third and final visit to Denison was to the local high school when he was honored by having the new auditorium named for him.
Eisenhower’s accomplishments include being a golfer of fair repute, a painter (he was encouraged in this endeavor by Winston Churchill who told him it was a very relaxing activity). Ike painted well over 400 originals, but only one, a painting of an Indian, hangs in the Visitors Center at the Denison birthplace and historic site.
After traveling across the United States in a military convoy in his early years as a young army officer and then having observed the quality of the autobahn system in Germany during World War II, Ike proposed the model of a highway system that could speed the transport of military men and materiel wherever needed, and thus he gave the blueprint for the modern interstate system, commonly known as the Eisenhower Interstate Highway System.
More than anything, Dwight David Eisenhower was known as a family man who demonstrated and espoused the ethical and moral values necessary for the United States to continue to be the great country that he knew it could be. He was a man with personal faults, but he had a deep and abiding faith in God, country, family, friends, and a strong work ethic.
History books are replete with the military and political exploits of this man who had such a humble beginning in the small town of Denison, Texas. The Eisenhower Birthplace Museum and Visitors Center is only a starting point for a study of Eisenhower, the man, but it is a very interesting and exciting place to begin that study. The collage below shows the house that Ike was born in and where he spent the first 18 months of his life. It was interesting to note that the citizens of Denison preserved this home while Eisenhower was hailed as a military leader, not yet a President of the United States.
We also found that Denison is home to a modern-day hero, also a former standout student, military academy graduate, distinguished military officer, and a distinguished representative of his professional services as an airline pilot.
Captain Chesley B. Sullenberger, III, who worked in general anonymity as a pilot with U.S Airways, was elevated to new status as “Hero of the Hudson” when he brought US Airways Flight 1549 to a precise, soft landing in the middle of the Hudson River on January 17, 2009.
“Sully,” as he is now known, was born and raised in Denison, Texas. His father was a dentist and his mother was an elementary school teacher. As a boy, “Sully” built model airplanes and ships, watched airplanes from nearby air force bases fly in the clear North Texas skies above him, and dreamed of flying.
Sullenberger was an outstanding student while in the Denison schools. When he was 12 years old, his IQ was tested and found to be so high that he was accepted into the Mensa Society. In high school he excelled academically and was the first chair flute player in the school’s band. “Sully” was also an active member of the Waples Memorial United Methodist Church.
After graduation from high school “Sully” received an appointment to the Air Force Academy where he again excelled academically and in flying. He began flying in the glider program and by the time of his senior year at the academy he was a glider pilot instructor and at graduation, in 1973, he received the Outstanding Cadet in Airmanship Award, presented to the top flier in each graduating class.
After a distinguished seven-year stint in the United States Air Force as an F-4 Phantom pilot, “Sully” joined US Air, as it was called at that time.
Even before his elevation to a nation’s hero, Chesley Sullenberger was a much-decorated and highly valued member of the US Airways flight team, serving as a trainer and check pilot before eventually becoming an aircraft captain. He also served as an accident investigator for The Airline Pilots Association.
Our trip to Denison today was clearly an educational success for us (and, we hope for you also). Many times we’ve driven through the city headed to somewhere else, commenting that “next time” we need to stop and find out what this is all about. We’re glad we finally took the time today and know it will serve as a high point of our travels in this area.
Saturday, January 22
Happy Birthday to daughter Leah McQuitty in Liberal, Kansas!!!
Happy Birthday to daughter-in-law Kelly Little in Midlothian, Virginia!!!
Saturdays are supposed to be for relaxing, right? Well, we must not have gotten the memo this week because today was full of a variety of activities, almost none of them having anything to do with relaxation.
First, Mother got up at 8:00 to begin her day with coffee, newspaper, and Fox News, along with the first batch of her meds, which must be taken before she can even have her coffee; then, she has to wait an hour until she can eat.
With Mother settled in and waiting her hour, Barbara and I did some computer work. Barbara was trying to figure out our monthly bills and I was working on the journal.
Around 9:45 I started breakfast since the day just ached for my specialty. Barbara has been doing nearly all the cooking lately, so I decided to give her the morning off. She helped cut up some fresh fruit and I started to work on bacon, eggs, and French toast.
We finally got everyone gathered around the table at 10:30 and had a leisurely brunch, eating, talking, and trying to ignore the sounds of Bonita and Spike, who were both acting as though they were in danger of starving to death (this after the each put away some pork chop meat, a piece of bacon, and some scrambled eggs.
When breakfast was over, Barbara and I started cleaning the dining room and kitchen and then she left that chore to me to finish while she got Mother to the bathroom for her Saturday morning shower and hair washing.
Barbara got Mother settled in her room after her shower, and then we tackled some housecleaning chores. We did a top-to-bottom cleaning last weekend in every room except ours, so that was where we started today…dusting, sweeping, vacuuming, and mopping until the place shined. Then, while Barbara finished taking care of the bills and related business, I vacuumed the living room and hallway and swept and mopped the kitchen and dining room.
By then it was 12:30 and Barbara retired to the bedroom for a nap, but I was wired with some ideas for yesterday’s journal entry and spent the next two hours hammering away at the keyboard, trying to take advantage of a teachable moment.
I spent a couple of hours outside this afternoon. It was cool, but very pretty and I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to start cleaning up the lot next to Mother’s place. Because it is part of a large vacant field (and because that’s where we dumped all the weeds and leaves from Mother’s yard), it had a lot of “stuff” in it. I only got about a third of the job done because there were so many heavy, wet piles of leaves and weeds, but it was a start and I felt very self-righteous about doing some physical work outside, even though there is a lot more to be done.
While I was finishing the raking and hauling, Barbara went back to the kitchen and started our supper. We normally eat a late breakfast and then have lunch around 3:00, but today’s breakfast was more than enough to carry us through the day, so we had our dinner, Polish sausage, rice, and black-eyed peas at a respectable five o’clock.
Barbara shared some email humor with Mother while I cleaned the kitchen and then we got Mother back to her room for the evening before we went to Walmart for some serious shopping.
Back at home we all settled into our places to take care of various chores and finally grab our share of that relaxation that the day was supposed to be all about.
Our quote for the week was posted by one of our former students from Liberal. Lindsay’s husband died in military action so that others could hope for and share the same freedoms that we often take for granted. Thank you, Lindsay, for sharing this with us.
“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.” - Agatha Christie
Tired, but happy in Mineola,
Jim/Dad/Gramps & Barbara/Mom/Grams
Sunday, January 16
Happy Birthday to Jim’s brother Jerry in Roswell, New Mexico!!!
Another typical Sunday morning began rather early today, but everything went smoothly and in no time at all, we had completed the church breakfast and the Sunday School lesson. As I was headed for the choir room, I picked up a bulletin and read that David was preaching from Nehemiah 2 which was definitely a sense of déjà vu since this was the chapter that began our journey into retirement. I quickly asked Barbara if she had seen what David was using for today’s sermon and since she hadn’t, I filled her in as David began protesting immediately that we were not to take this as a sign we were to move again!
Let us explain once again to refresh memories: Back in November of 2005 while we were teaching in Liberal, Barbara and I began talking about retirement but we just couldn’t see that it was possible. Then, on January 29, 2006, David used Nehemiah 2 for his sermon. Basically, it was a lesson in turning to the Lord just as Nehemiah did to the King. First, one should ask permission (sanction), then safety (safeguard), and finally for the supply to accomplish the objective in mind. That day, Barbara and I were struck with how that answered our retirement question. If we followed those steps and if we were to retire, then surely God would show us the way. For daily reminders of our objective, Barbara made up little posters on the computer and we taped them where we could see them in each room. And…God did answer and guide. By the first board meeting in March of 2006, a little more than a month from the day of that sermon, we were able to turn in our resignations and begin looking forward to retirement at the end of the year.
It was with eager anticipation that we awaited the way David would approach this scripture today for we realize that scripture can be read over and over with lessons popping up that one never saw before.
Today was no different as we realized that through this chapter back in 2006, we were able as David pointed out in his talk to:
1. Visualize the objective (which at the time was retirement)
2. Capitalize on this objective (which included seeking permission, safeguard, and supply)
3. Analyze the obstacles. (comfort, contentment, conflict)
4. Actualize the plan/task
- Know that God will take care of us
The rest of the day was as awesome as it began with us heading safely back to Mother’s to fix her lunch before we returned to Yantis for evening service that night.
Monday, January 17
It would be simplistic to say that today began at midnight; after all, that’s when every day begins. But, our day began in a most unusual way at midnight when I awoke to hear Mother having a series of violent sneezes. After about the sixth sneeze, I got out of bed and went to Mother’s room to see if she was okay. She said she was, but she needed to go to the bathroom, which didn’t surprise me a bit, considering the contortions she was going through.
I got Mother out of bed and into the bathroom. When she was finished, I got her back to her bed, turned out the light, and headed back to bed. (Since Barbara handles most of the daytime hours with Mother, I take over the night shift. It’s an arrangement we seem to find most manageable.)
About ten minutes later Mother rang the bell that she keeps on the table beside her to let us know she needs something. When I want back in, she told me that she had thrown up. Sure enough, there was a pool of liquid on her nightgown. I cleaned it up, got her gown changed, and put back in bed before returning to our room to get some sleep.
About 20 minutes later we were all awake as Mother rang and said she had to go to the bathroom again. This time, she went into a phase of full-blown (pardon the expression) vomiting and diarrhea, resulting in Barbara and me going into full teamwork mode to get Mother cleaned up, change her clothes, start the washer, and then clean the bathroom.
By 2:30 the bathroom floor was mopped, the commode was scrubbed, and Mother was sleeping soundly. The only problem now…Barbara and I were wide awake and trying to figure out what had happened and what had caused it. We had already decided and told Mother that if she had another bout of either vomiting or diarrhea, we’d have no choice but to call At-Home Healthcare and arrange to have her taken to the nearest emergency room to be treated for dehydration and whatever was causing the problem.
Luckily, Mother slept through the rest of the night. I went back to bed at 3:30 and Barbara followed between 4:30 and 5:00.
Mother rang the bell again at 6:30, waking me out of a sound sleep. I asked her if she needed help getting to the bathroom and she said that she didn’t, she was just ready to wake up and start the day. So, I got her propped up in bed (the new bed has already paid for itself as far as we are concerned), had her take her early morning meds, turned the TV to Fox News, and gave her the newspaper and morning coffee. Then I told her I was going back to bed and to ring if she needed anything.
One of the At-Home Healthcare nurses came by this morning on a regular call. We told him what we had all been through since midnight and he said to continue what we were doing…bland foods, Gator-Ade, and lots of rest for Mother.
The rest of the day was spent taking naps (trying to get caught up on sleep lost last night), and keeping an eye on Mother, who seemed to have weathered whatever storm it was that made her so miserably ill for those few hours.
On an entirely different note, we emptied the rain gauge this morning after the rain had stopped and found that we’d received two inches of rain over the weekend. Added to what we received during last weekend’s rain, sleet, and snow storm, we now have about 3 ¼ inches of rain for 2011.
Tuesday, January 18
It was another early start for the day, but this time by design. I had the alarm clock set for 5:45 so I could get up and prepare for the trip to Yantis for our weekly prayer group. As I was about to get dressed, Mother rang her bell, so I checked on her, got her into and out of the bathroom, and then back to bed so she could get back to sleep. The good news was that she felt much better…just wanted to finish her nap before starting the day.
I drove to Yantis and then returned to Mineola for an 8:15 appointment with Dr. Bankhead. I was supposed to have a blood draw for tests to check on my blood pressure and cholesterol meds, but just before the nurse started to stick me, she rechecked the date of the last draw and discovered that I needed to wait three more days to meet the Medicare requirement of three full months between tests.
So, I had a short visit with Dr. Bankhead to talk about some problems with my left arm and she said she’d just order up another test when I come back next Monday.
I left Dr. Bankhead’s office and went by the donut shop to get an apple fritter for Barbara, went to the post office for the mail, and returned to the house for the morning.
We explained to Mary, the speech therapist about what had happened yesterday and then turned Mother over to her to watch Mother eat breakfast and evaluate how she was doing with chewing and swallowing. We don’t know what else went on in there, but we did hear a lot of belly-laughing going on, so we know they were having a good time.
When Mary got ready to leave she said that Mother has the mechanics of eating down, but that she eats more quickly than she has to. We told her that we understood that, but it was also a problem with us, having spent our lives in school and getting by with 5 – 10 minute meals.
We did some more work on the journals after Mary left then took a rest break before fixing lunch and making sure Mother followed the rules of eating.
Keith came in around 5:00 for Mother’s physical therapy session. He was quite pleased with Mother’s progress, especially considering what she had been through yesterday.
Gene and Michelle Young called while Keith was here and wanted to know if they could stop by for a visit this evening and then take us out to eat. We said that would be great and got busy preparing Mother’s evening agenda so we could have her settled in bed by the time our friends arrived.
While we were waiting for Michelle and Gene, we had wandered outside just to enjoy the evening air when we noticed the full moon and decided it was definitely a Kodak moment!
When the Youngs did get here, we visited for about a half hour and then went downtown to a new Chinese restaurant. We base our judgment of Chinese restaurants on our experiences in China (very authentic) and at Kwan Den in Artesia (also authentic provincial cuisine), so it was with wary eyes and noses that we entered the new restaurant. We were immediately blown away by the variety of foods and their presentation…what a great selection of both familiar and new foods (well, new to us anyway)!
We got so busy eating and talking that the time quickly slipped by and we remembered that we needed to get back to the house to make sure Mother was doing okay. When we arrived at the house we found everything in order and Mother contentedly watching TV, but about ready to call it a night.
I helped Mother get through the nightly routine and settled down while Barbara, Gene, and Michelle visited in the kitchen and set up a new game (Catch Phrase) that the Youngs brought with them. When I returned to the dining room we played a sample round to bring me up to speed and then Gene and I took on Barbara and Michelle for a best-of-three series of games.
As is usual with games at our table we got a little loud and rowdy from time to time, but we had a great time playing the game and testing our skills for giving and recognizing phrases or other verbal cues to come up with the right answers.
All in all, and except for not being able to do what needed to be done at the doctor’s office this morning, it was a great day.
Wednesday, January 19
Jim: Mother woke up early today because she knew we had a trip to Tyler on the schedule. After getting her fed and dressed, we waited until TJ showed up and then we left Barbara in charge of the house while I took TJ and Mother to see Dr. Wicke, their ophthalmologist.
We got to the office in plenty of time and both TJ and Mother went in ahead of schedule. I just knew that we would be home before noon, but then Murphy’s Law kicked in. Mother’s report was good, but she has some film developing in her right eye where she had cataract surgery several years ago. Dr. Wicke said he could do a laser procedure this morning if we wanted, or could reschedule for sometime in the next couple of weeks. The only problem with doing the surgery this morning is that he would have to dilate, and that would take an extra hour.
Thinking that TJ was just about ready, we told Dr. Wicke that we would reschedule sometime next week so we could get home early today. Shortly afterward, I learned (once more) what thinking can get a person.
We went out to the waiting room, found TJ, and decided it was time to go; that is, until TJ said that they wanted to check something else and had dilated her eyes. To make a long story short, what should have taken 45 minutes to an hour for TJ’s treatment took two hours and it was well after 12:00 when we left the complex. We could have had Mother’s procedure done and still be through before TJ, but we learned that too late. So, Barbara and I will be taking Mother back to see Dr. Wicke next Wednesday morning.
Barbara: While the clan was in Tyler, I was experiencing a zoo like atmosphere here at the house. Wade came over to shampoo Edith’s room, chair, and the living room sofas, which wouldn’t have been too bad except that Bonita decided she wasn’t happy over the whole process and continually barked, whined, and meowed! Yes, I know she’s a dog; but there are times that she gets this high pitched voice which sounds just like a cat! Anyway, we finally had to put the puppies in the sun room so Wade could get his work done. I decided to use that time to run to the post office and the used book store, but before I could even get out of the drive, Wade came running out of the house. Seems as though his equipment had flipped a breaker and he needed to know where the breaker box was. So…I pulled back into the drive, got him fixed up and took off for 30 minutes of peace and quiet.
When I returned, we got the puppies out of the sun room and closed Edith’s door so they couldn’t wander back in there over the clean carpet. This arrangement did not suit Bonita at all. Spike, who is forever the gentleman and accepts life the way it is unless Bonita gets him riled up, decided to join the chorus and in no time at all the puppies were holding a concert in front of Edith’s door that no one would pay to attend. Before I could get them settled, the doorbell rang; it was Maria to clean Edith’s room. So…now, Bonita chose to rush in and bark at the new visitor. Truth be told, I was ready to strangle Bonnie right then and there!
Eventually, all of the activity was completed and the dogs, worn out from their earlier concerts, took naps while I continued with the laundry and other household chores. This time does not rate highly in the “times to be remembered!”
Jim: When Mother, TJ, and I got back to the house we found some beautiful carpet and furniture, all cleaned expertly by Wade of KUA (Keeping Up Appearances). Barbara and I were so impressed with Wade’s work that we asked about having him drive out to Holiday Villages and clean Big V’s carpets, couch, and dinette seats. Wade said he’d be happy to do that this afternoon, so after getting everything squared away at the house; I drove out to Our Little Lot and opened Big V so Wade could work his magic.
It took about an hour and a half for Wade to get the job done, but it was time (and money) well spent. The carpets looked just like they did when we first got Big V and the couch and dinette seats were showroom fresh.
My time waiting for Wade to do the job was also well spent as I moved more wood from the old woodpile to the new site…still lots to do, but I’m making progress.
I returned to Mineola when Wade was done and Barbara and I spent the rest of the evening watching TV and playing computer games…something to take our minds off the activities of the day.
Thursday, January 20
Mary came this morning to do some more speech therapy work with Mother. They get along really well; once again we were hearing lots of laughter as Mother underwent her “exercises.”
We just worked around the house during the morning hours. The high temperature for the day was when we got up this morning and it started dropping soon afterward…it was no day to be outside!
I went to the store for a few items while Barbara stayed at the house to build a large pasta salad. Our church was hosting the regional association dinner and meeting tonight and our class was “volunteered” to bring salads. When I returned from the store, Barbara finished what she was doing and scooped nearly all the salad into one of the big pans I had just bought, saving back a little of the salad for our meal today.
During lunch today, we were sharing our date day agenda tomorrow which lead Mother into sharing some memories she had of her younger years. One in particular had us in stitches. It seems as though my grandfather (Dad Little), who was a staunch Republican, came in to their house in Roswell on the day that Franklin Delano Roosevelt died and said, “Well, we ain’t got no president.” To which Grandma Little replied, “Of course we do; Harry Truman is the new president.” Dad, who had been in Kansas when Truman was an aspiring politician, and had a very low opinion of the man, then closed the conversation by saying, “That’s what I said; we ain’t got no president.”
We don’t get as many family history anecdotes as we’d like, but when Mother is in rare form, we do get glimpses of what and who my ancestors were.
Keith came by for physical therapy for Mother a little before 4:00. While he put Mother through her paces, Barbara and I went to the post office to gather the mail for the day, then stopped at Sophie’s house to see if she would be able to sit with Mother tomorrow so we could have a “date day.”
When we got back to the house, I gathered up everything I would need for tonight (Barbara was staying behind to watch Mother while I went to work in the church kitchen). Barbara always asks if I have my phone in case she needs to get hold of me and I showed her that I did have it. Then, I took off for Yantis. I had just turned onto the highway when I realized that I didn’t have the salad, the whole purpose of going to Yantis. So, I turned around in a church parking lot and headed back to the house. I used my phone to call Barbara and let her know I was returning. Imagine my surprise when a phone started ringing in the car…Barbara’s phone was in the front passenger seat!
I got back to the house and Barbara asked me what I forgot. I told her I probably needed the salad and she laughed and said I was right. Then I handed over her phone and told her I’d tried to call her, but she wasn’t going to be able to answer unless I brought it back. We both had a good laugh and she said we’d have to remember this story and write it in the journal…so we did.
I drove on out to Yantis without further incident, but when I got there I didn’t see any cars. On the door to the Family Life Center was a sign announcing that the dinner and meeting were cancelled. I drove over to David’s house to ask what was going on and he explained that many of the people who would have been attending were from churches farther to the north and that the weather forecast earlier in the day was for sleet and freezing rain, so Kent Pace, the association director, made the executive decision to cancel for the night.
I asked David if they wanted a large helping of the pasta salad, but he declined, so I got back in the car and started home, stopping along the way to check on Big V at Holiday Villages. As I was leaving the park, Barbara called and said to check to see if anyone was home at Ladd and Angela’s house…maybe we could unload some of the salad there.
I stopped first at Walmart to buy a tank of high-priced gasoline and then went to the Logan house where I found Ladd getting ready to feed his horses. He gladly took a little over half of the salad and then gave me a sack of turnips that had been pulled from the ground just this morning. We’re finding that it is almost impossible to just give away food around here. Almost everyone has something extra that they want to give in return…and believe us, we aren’t complaining about that!
I got back to the house to find Barbara fussing and fuming about Face Book and the internet. Something screwball was going on with our internet service and we spent the entire evening trying to figure out what was wrong. We thought it was problems with our computers, but later learned that Suddenlink was working on their services and for us it resulted in total disruption for internet. We finally gave it up as a lost cause and went to bed to read…what a “novel” idea.
Friday, January 21
We’re going a little retro with today’s entry. Once we were underway with the journal, back in the fall of 2006, we did a lot of traveling to new and exciting places and used our experiences to tell and teach about the things we saw and the places we stayed, particularly those of national and historic importance. The last year hasn’t allowed that sort of travel, so our journals and blog have become more of a diary of our daily lives.
This week we decided that our “date day,” if we were able to work it, would be time spent at a place we’ve never gone and that was of historical importance. So, when we got word last night that Sophie would be able to stay with Mother today, we finalized our plans to drive a couple of hours north of Mineola on U.S. Highway 69 to the bustling city of Denison, Texas.
Now, those of us of our ripe old time of experiential maturity (and years beyond) will know exactly why we were going to Denison, a seemingly unimportant community except for those who live or work there. It is the birthplace of the 34th President of the United States and we chose to visit this site today. Our first stop was the visitor’s center at the Eisenhower Birthplace State Historic Site which included an Eisenhower museum, complete with a historical video that we thoroughly enjoyed.
Denison was founded in 1872 at the depot site of the Missouri, Kansas, and Texas Railroad Line (known popularly as the “Katy Line”). The city grew as it became the home to the North Texas offices, yards, and shops of the railway.
In 1888, businessman David J. Eisenhower, whose dry goods store had failed in Kansas, moved to Denison to get a job with the railroad. Eisenhower’s wife, Ida, and his son, Arthur, stayed behind in Kansas until their second child, Edgar, was born and then they also relocated to Denison the following year moving into a small two-story rent house for which they paid $8.00 a month out of David’s $40.00 per month salary as an engine wiper.
While they lived in Denison, a third son, David Dwight, was born on October 4, 1890 (at home, as was the usual circumstance in those days). David Dwight’s name was later changed to Dwight David to avoid confusion with his father’s name.
The family lived in Denison until Dwight was 18 months old and then moved back to Kansas when a relative found work for David. The family never returned to Denison, but Dwight, who was would literally become world-famous, made three trips back to his hometown during his lifetime.
Dwight David Eisenhower and his siblings grew up in Abilene, Kansas, and always referred to it as their hometown. Dwight was a popular good student and athlete at Abilene High School. His brother, Edgar, was known as Big Ike and Dwight was called Little Ike.
Dwight graduated in 1909 and set his sights on a military career, but worked at a local ice house while he studied and prepared applications for the military academies. His first choice was the Naval Academy at Annapolis, but by the time he passed all the tests, he was nearly 21 years old, too old to be accepted. He then tested for the U.S. Military Academy at West Point, and had the second-place score for the single appointment available. But, he received the appointment when the highest scoring applicant failed the physical examination.
Ida Eisenhower, Ike’s Mother, was a religious pacifist and was very disappointed with Ike’s choice to enter a military academy and pursue the profession of a career military officer. But, the military training brought out the best in him and he excelled in advanced training and leadership, traits that later earned him distinction as a GI who loved and was loved by the GI’s and his fellow officers.
Though a good student academically, Eisenhower also earned his share of conduct demerits while at West Point and graduated 61st out of a class of 164 graduates in 1915. That class, incidentally, produced more generals (59) than any West Point class before or since.
Eisenhower returned to Texas for his first posting after graduation, signing in at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio. During that time he met and married Mamie Doud, a Denver socialite, who became his wife and partner for the remainder of his life.
Eisenhower returned to Denison three times in his life…the first time when he was honored as a true war hero in 1946. The city purchased the little frame house where he was born and kept it as a historical site. The second visit was when Ike was campaigning for the presidency. He carried the state of Texas, but failed to get a majority of votes in his own home town, a bastion of Democrat politics. The third and final visit to Denison was to the local high school when he was honored by having the new auditorium named for him.
Eisenhower’s accomplishments include being a golfer of fair repute, a painter (he was encouraged in this endeavor by Winston Churchill who told him it was a very relaxing activity). Ike painted well over 400 originals, but only one, a painting of an Indian, hangs in the Visitors Center at the Denison birthplace and historic site.
After traveling across the United States in a military convoy in his early years as a young army officer and then having observed the quality of the autobahn system in Germany during World War II, Ike proposed the model of a highway system that could speed the transport of military men and materiel wherever needed, and thus he gave the blueprint for the modern interstate system, commonly known as the Eisenhower Interstate Highway System.
More than anything, Dwight David Eisenhower was known as a family man who demonstrated and espoused the ethical and moral values necessary for the United States to continue to be the great country that he knew it could be. He was a man with personal faults, but he had a deep and abiding faith in God, country, family, friends, and a strong work ethic.
History books are replete with the military and political exploits of this man who had such a humble beginning in the small town of Denison, Texas. The Eisenhower Birthplace Museum and Visitors Center is only a starting point for a study of Eisenhower, the man, but it is a very interesting and exciting place to begin that study. The collage below shows the house that Ike was born in and where he spent the first 18 months of his life. It was interesting to note that the citizens of Denison preserved this home while Eisenhower was hailed as a military leader, not yet a President of the United States.
We also found that Denison is home to a modern-day hero, also a former standout student, military academy graduate, distinguished military officer, and a distinguished representative of his professional services as an airline pilot.
Captain Chesley B. Sullenberger, III, who worked in general anonymity as a pilot with U.S Airways, was elevated to new status as “Hero of the Hudson” when he brought US Airways Flight 1549 to a precise, soft landing in the middle of the Hudson River on January 17, 2009.
“Sully,” as he is now known, was born and raised in Denison, Texas. His father was a dentist and his mother was an elementary school teacher. As a boy, “Sully” built model airplanes and ships, watched airplanes from nearby air force bases fly in the clear North Texas skies above him, and dreamed of flying.
Sullenberger was an outstanding student while in the Denison schools. When he was 12 years old, his IQ was tested and found to be so high that he was accepted into the Mensa Society. In high school he excelled academically and was the first chair flute player in the school’s band. “Sully” was also an active member of the Waples Memorial United Methodist Church.
After graduation from high school “Sully” received an appointment to the Air Force Academy where he again excelled academically and in flying. He began flying in the glider program and by the time of his senior year at the academy he was a glider pilot instructor and at graduation, in 1973, he received the Outstanding Cadet in Airmanship Award, presented to the top flier in each graduating class.
After a distinguished seven-year stint in the United States Air Force as an F-4 Phantom pilot, “Sully” joined US Air, as it was called at that time.
Even before his elevation to a nation’s hero, Chesley Sullenberger was a much-decorated and highly valued member of the US Airways flight team, serving as a trainer and check pilot before eventually becoming an aircraft captain. He also served as an accident investigator for The Airline Pilots Association.
Our trip to Denison today was clearly an educational success for us (and, we hope for you also). Many times we’ve driven through the city headed to somewhere else, commenting that “next time” we need to stop and find out what this is all about. We’re glad we finally took the time today and know it will serve as a high point of our travels in this area.
Saturday, January 22
Happy Birthday to daughter Leah McQuitty in Liberal, Kansas!!!
Happy Birthday to daughter-in-law Kelly Little in Midlothian, Virginia!!!
Saturdays are supposed to be for relaxing, right? Well, we must not have gotten the memo this week because today was full of a variety of activities, almost none of them having anything to do with relaxation.
First, Mother got up at 8:00 to begin her day with coffee, newspaper, and Fox News, along with the first batch of her meds, which must be taken before she can even have her coffee; then, she has to wait an hour until she can eat.
With Mother settled in and waiting her hour, Barbara and I did some computer work. Barbara was trying to figure out our monthly bills and I was working on the journal.
Around 9:45 I started breakfast since the day just ached for my specialty. Barbara has been doing nearly all the cooking lately, so I decided to give her the morning off. She helped cut up some fresh fruit and I started to work on bacon, eggs, and French toast.
We finally got everyone gathered around the table at 10:30 and had a leisurely brunch, eating, talking, and trying to ignore the sounds of Bonita and Spike, who were both acting as though they were in danger of starving to death (this after the each put away some pork chop meat, a piece of bacon, and some scrambled eggs.
When breakfast was over, Barbara and I started cleaning the dining room and kitchen and then she left that chore to me to finish while she got Mother to the bathroom for her Saturday morning shower and hair washing.
Barbara got Mother settled in her room after her shower, and then we tackled some housecleaning chores. We did a top-to-bottom cleaning last weekend in every room except ours, so that was where we started today…dusting, sweeping, vacuuming, and mopping until the place shined. Then, while Barbara finished taking care of the bills and related business, I vacuumed the living room and hallway and swept and mopped the kitchen and dining room.
By then it was 12:30 and Barbara retired to the bedroom for a nap, but I was wired with some ideas for yesterday’s journal entry and spent the next two hours hammering away at the keyboard, trying to take advantage of a teachable moment.
I spent a couple of hours outside this afternoon. It was cool, but very pretty and I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to start cleaning up the lot next to Mother’s place. Because it is part of a large vacant field (and because that’s where we dumped all the weeds and leaves from Mother’s yard), it had a lot of “stuff” in it. I only got about a third of the job done because there were so many heavy, wet piles of leaves and weeds, but it was a start and I felt very self-righteous about doing some physical work outside, even though there is a lot more to be done.
While I was finishing the raking and hauling, Barbara went back to the kitchen and started our supper. We normally eat a late breakfast and then have lunch around 3:00, but today’s breakfast was more than enough to carry us through the day, so we had our dinner, Polish sausage, rice, and black-eyed peas at a respectable five o’clock.
Barbara shared some email humor with Mother while I cleaned the kitchen and then we got Mother back to her room for the evening before we went to Walmart for some serious shopping.
Back at home we all settled into our places to take care of various chores and finally grab our share of that relaxation that the day was supposed to be all about.
Our quote for the week was posted by one of our former students from Liberal. Lindsay’s husband died in military action so that others could hope for and share the same freedoms that we often take for granted. Thank you, Lindsay, for sharing this with us.
“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.” - Agatha Christie
Tired, but happy in Mineola,
Jim/Dad/Gramps & Barbara/Mom/Grams
A Little Caught Up! Finally!
Sunday, January 9 – Saturday, January 15, 2011
Sunday, January 9
We spent all day yesterday doing our spring cleaning in the yard, only to get up this morning and find that winter was coming at us with a vengeance. I had gotten up to help Mother around 4:00 am and saw that it had started raining a little, pretty much the way that had been predicted.
When we woke up later to start the day and get ready for church, we were having rain mixed with ice and it didn’t look as if it was going to get any better. So, we made the executive decision that it was too dangerous to try to get out on the highway between Mineola and Yantis. Barbara texted David to tell him that the combination of Mother’s physical condition and the bad weather was going to keep us away from church this week.
We contacted Sophie to let her know we weren’t going to need her today, let Mother know what was going on, and then returned to bed to alternate sleeping and reading for the rest of the morning.
The rain and sleet started turning into snow later in the morning and by shortly after noon we had nearly an inch of rainfall showing in the rain gauge and close to an inch of snow covering the ice that had accumulated on the ground.
I went outside long enough to take some pictures of the white stuff, but for the most part we just watched the weather through the windows.
Barbara whipped up a great meal of smothered steaks with all the trimmings and the three of us enjoyed a late lunch together before returning to our sitting or reclining positions for the rest of the day. For my part, I watched the NFL wild card games on TV…can’t even remember at this late writing who played whom, but Barbara’s notes on the calendar state that my teams lost and I did a lot of whining.
Around 5:30 Barbara called for me to grab the camera and come outside. The deer that we saw last week had returned and were even closer to us. They were foraging in the lot to the east of us and the conditions were just right to get some good shots of them. It isn’t unusual for the deer to come out of the nearby woods this time of the year, but they usually don’t get this close to the houses.
We did find out this evening that nearly all area church services and events were cancelled due to the storm, including choir practice and the evening service at Yantis First Baptist Church, so we just hunkered down and spent the night inside.
Monday, January 10
I was supposed to drive Mother and TJ to an ophthalmologist appointment in Tyler today, but with area schools closed because of bad road conditions, TJ called and got us a new appointment.
Even though the moisture had stopped coming down, it was wet and cold outside, so we spent the day inside working on journals and blogs and catching up on bills and correspondence…just the normal stuff of life, no matter who or where you are.
We got a call from LeeAnn at Lake Ridge Chapel in Lubbock letting us know that the thumbprint necklace that we ordered for Jaycie had arrived. LeeAnn wanted to know whether to send it to us, but Barbara said she’d contact Cathey and Jaycie to let them know it was in and they could go pick it up.
A couple of phone calls later, everyone was in the loop. Jaycie had a basketball commitment this evening, but Cathey said she would go out to the funeral home and pick up the necklace for her.
This afternoon Barbara called me to bring the camera out for some more photos. We have great masses of blackbirds that circle around the neighborhood, land on a yard, and then take off again in a flutter of wings and rush of air. At this particular time, the birds had landed out in the field just to the northeast of us and showed a marked contrast between themselves and the snow that lay in the field. The photos can’t do justice to the number of birds in the flock, but it sure is easy to pick them out.
It remained cloudy and cold and the weatherman was predicting a large arctic air mass to come over our area and cause temperatures to plummet, so I decided I’d better go to the hardware store and pick up some more insulation wrap for the water hose and faucet at Our Little Lot. We’re in pretty good shape for temperatures down to 26 or 27, but when the temperatures drop to the teens, as they were predicted for a couple of nights, it takes a little extra work to keep Big V’s pipes safe.
After buying a couple of rolls of wrap, I drove out to Holiday Villages, checked to see that all systems on Big V were safe, and then tried to add the additional layer of insulation over what I had installed in December, but the hose was still buried under snow and the wrap wouldn’t stick if I uncovered the hose, so I decided to leave well enough alone. I did, however turn off the water at the standpipe and shut down the ice maker in the freezer so it wouldn’t keep the gears churning.
With that done, I returned to the house in Mineola and we settled in for the evening. Barbara played internet games with some of her friends while I sat down to watch the BCS football game and cheer for the Auburn Tigers…Finally, I had a team win! It was especially exciting because I had two second cousins, James and Ty, from Florida who flew out to watch the game, and we felt like we had a little more stake in this game than the others.
Tuesday, January 11
Mother was supposed to get a perm this morning, but Leslie, who had just returned from Monterey, Mexico, for a visit with her in-laws, called to say that she wasn’t going to be able to work in the shop today and rescheduled for tomorrow.
We took advantage of the extra time to fix a big breakfast and do some major housecleaning…it was still too cold to do anything outside, so the inside got the benefit.
Keith, Mother’s physical therapist, came by for an hour this evening to give Mother a workout. Keith, like everyone else who has been sent by At-Home Healthcare, is very dedicated to his clients, is a true professional, and is a lot of fun to visit with.
No football games tonight…what to do? I’d say nothing, but we seem to keep busy no matter what’s on the agenda!
Wednesday, January 12
Today was just a plain vanilla day…took Mother to see Leslie for a perm and manicure…that took several hours. Barbara and I worked around the house while Mother was gone.
Mother was exhausted when she returned from the beauty shop, but she did take time for us to snap a few photos of her new “do” and hands. When Mother told us to set up the appointment for the perm, Barbra decided that a manicure would be a gift from us, since neither of us can do much with nails. As soon Mother came back into the house, Barbara was waiting with the camera to “seize the moment.”
Tonight Barbara taught me how to do the blog. Up until now, I would do most of the text, hand it off to Barbara to add, edit, and proof and then add pictures. Since Barbara has been so busy with Mother lately, I decided I’d try doing one issue of the blog myself, but I couldn’t do it without some tutorial assistance. It would have been a snap for her to do in 20 minutes what took me over an hour, but I finally got the text and pictures set up and ready to be posted…this old dog is still learning new tricks.
Thursday, January 13
Today was a busy time of activities for Mother. First, the speech therapist, Mary Knight, came over from Tyler to do an evaluation; Mother has had more problems with choking and coughing lately. When we asked one of the nurses what we should do, she recommended a speech therapist, who, we found out, does a lot more than just working on speech. Everything that happens in the mouth is connected and related, so Mary will help Mother learn how to use the muscles in her face and mouth to improve swallowing habits. By the time Mary was finished, Barbara and I felt that we had attended a graduate class in human physiology. I even asked Mary when she got ready to leave if she was going to charge us for auditing the course.
When Mary was finished and we got Mother settled in for the morning, I went to see Leslie to get my hair cut. It wasn’t out of control yet, but I was getting close to that point of going one day to long.
Barbara and I left with Mother at 12:45 for the drive to Tyler to get Mother a CAT scan. Luckily, we knew exactly where we were going since the radiology department we were using is one floor above the neurologist’s office.
When we got there, we got Mother registered and then settled down in the waiting room. They had told us when we made the appointment that it would take about thirty minutes for the procedure, so we came armed with our books to help kill the time.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, the technician called for Mother. I pushed the wheelchair to the radiology lab, helped get Mother on the table, and then turned to go. I asked the technician how long she thought it would take and she said maybe two minutes at the most. I said we’d been told at least thirty minutes and she replied that they have new equipment that has really cut down the time and made the procedure more efficient.
I waited across the hall for a couple of minutes, sneaking glimpses of the monitor that was showing what the technician was taking pictures of and sure enough, she called me back in to get Mother off the table and out of there. It took longer to get Mother’s coat off and back on than it did to do the procedure…what a blessing.
On the way home we stopped at Long John Silver’s in Lindale for some takeout meals and then returned to the house to eat and then settle in for an afternoon and evening of not much of anything worth reporting.
Friday, January 14
Today was a “date day” for us, the first since December 20. We got Sophie to come stay with Mother for the day and we just drove around, doing not much of anything in particular except enjoying the beauty of the countryside and seeing what there was to be seen.
Before we left, we asked Sophie to take some pictures of us all decked out in “real” clothes.
Saturday, January 15
Happy Birthday to Barbara’s sister, Nancy Hargrave, in Cleburne, Texas!!!
Tomorrow’s rain came in this morning. It was cold and rainy all day so there was nothing to do but begin a deep cleaning of the house. We did that until early afternoon when we finally called it quits and settled in for a meaningless afternoon of TV and computer time…hardly worth writing about, but we needed to fill the space for a boring day. (We don't do well confined indoors!)
TJ came over later in the day and was lamenting that when Ladd and Jim put up her new bed, they didn’t center it with the pics. So…after she left, I asked Jim about going over there and the two of us do that and check on TJ’s computer since she couldn’t seem to open an attachment. Therefore, we bundled up and headed over there to play the bed movers, inc. To say TJ was surprised and delighted would be an understatement!
Not only did we get the bed moved into place, but after checking TJ’s computer we found that she has no word program; so no wonder she can’t open written attachments. Told her that would have to wait for another day when we found an installation disk for her.
Back home to vegetate for the night!
“We may not be able to control events, but we can control our attitude toward them.” – Our Daily Bread
Soggy in Mineola,
Sunday, January 9
We spent all day yesterday doing our spring cleaning in the yard, only to get up this morning and find that winter was coming at us with a vengeance. I had gotten up to help Mother around 4:00 am and saw that it had started raining a little, pretty much the way that had been predicted.
When we woke up later to start the day and get ready for church, we were having rain mixed with ice and it didn’t look as if it was going to get any better. So, we made the executive decision that it was too dangerous to try to get out on the highway between Mineola and Yantis. Barbara texted David to tell him that the combination of Mother’s physical condition and the bad weather was going to keep us away from church this week.
We contacted Sophie to let her know we weren’t going to need her today, let Mother know what was going on, and then returned to bed to alternate sleeping and reading for the rest of the morning.
The rain and sleet started turning into snow later in the morning and by shortly after noon we had nearly an inch of rainfall showing in the rain gauge and close to an inch of snow covering the ice that had accumulated on the ground.
I went outside long enough to take some pictures of the white stuff, but for the most part we just watched the weather through the windows.
Barbara whipped up a great meal of smothered steaks with all the trimmings and the three of us enjoyed a late lunch together before returning to our sitting or reclining positions for the rest of the day. For my part, I watched the NFL wild card games on TV…can’t even remember at this late writing who played whom, but Barbara’s notes on the calendar state that my teams lost and I did a lot of whining.
Around 5:30 Barbara called for me to grab the camera and come outside. The deer that we saw last week had returned and were even closer to us. They were foraging in the lot to the east of us and the conditions were just right to get some good shots of them. It isn’t unusual for the deer to come out of the nearby woods this time of the year, but they usually don’t get this close to the houses.
We did find out this evening that nearly all area church services and events were cancelled due to the storm, including choir practice and the evening service at Yantis First Baptist Church, so we just hunkered down and spent the night inside.
Monday, January 10
I was supposed to drive Mother and TJ to an ophthalmologist appointment in Tyler today, but with area schools closed because of bad road conditions, TJ called and got us a new appointment.
Even though the moisture had stopped coming down, it was wet and cold outside, so we spent the day inside working on journals and blogs and catching up on bills and correspondence…just the normal stuff of life, no matter who or where you are.
We got a call from LeeAnn at Lake Ridge Chapel in Lubbock letting us know that the thumbprint necklace that we ordered for Jaycie had arrived. LeeAnn wanted to know whether to send it to us, but Barbara said she’d contact Cathey and Jaycie to let them know it was in and they could go pick it up.
A couple of phone calls later, everyone was in the loop. Jaycie had a basketball commitment this evening, but Cathey said she would go out to the funeral home and pick up the necklace for her.
This afternoon Barbara called me to bring the camera out for some more photos. We have great masses of blackbirds that circle around the neighborhood, land on a yard, and then take off again in a flutter of wings and rush of air. At this particular time, the birds had landed out in the field just to the northeast of us and showed a marked contrast between themselves and the snow that lay in the field. The photos can’t do justice to the number of birds in the flock, but it sure is easy to pick them out.
It remained cloudy and cold and the weatherman was predicting a large arctic air mass to come over our area and cause temperatures to plummet, so I decided I’d better go to the hardware store and pick up some more insulation wrap for the water hose and faucet at Our Little Lot. We’re in pretty good shape for temperatures down to 26 or 27, but when the temperatures drop to the teens, as they were predicted for a couple of nights, it takes a little extra work to keep Big V’s pipes safe.
After buying a couple of rolls of wrap, I drove out to Holiday Villages, checked to see that all systems on Big V were safe, and then tried to add the additional layer of insulation over what I had installed in December, but the hose was still buried under snow and the wrap wouldn’t stick if I uncovered the hose, so I decided to leave well enough alone. I did, however turn off the water at the standpipe and shut down the ice maker in the freezer so it wouldn’t keep the gears churning.
With that done, I returned to the house in Mineola and we settled in for the evening. Barbara played internet games with some of her friends while I sat down to watch the BCS football game and cheer for the Auburn Tigers…Finally, I had a team win! It was especially exciting because I had two second cousins, James and Ty, from Florida who flew out to watch the game, and we felt like we had a little more stake in this game than the others.
Tuesday, January 11
Mother was supposed to get a perm this morning, but Leslie, who had just returned from Monterey, Mexico, for a visit with her in-laws, called to say that she wasn’t going to be able to work in the shop today and rescheduled for tomorrow.
We took advantage of the extra time to fix a big breakfast and do some major housecleaning…it was still too cold to do anything outside, so the inside got the benefit.
Keith, Mother’s physical therapist, came by for an hour this evening to give Mother a workout. Keith, like everyone else who has been sent by At-Home Healthcare, is very dedicated to his clients, is a true professional, and is a lot of fun to visit with.
No football games tonight…what to do? I’d say nothing, but we seem to keep busy no matter what’s on the agenda!
Wednesday, January 12
Today was just a plain vanilla day…took Mother to see Leslie for a perm and manicure…that took several hours. Barbara and I worked around the house while Mother was gone.
Mother was exhausted when she returned from the beauty shop, but she did take time for us to snap a few photos of her new “do” and hands. When Mother told us to set up the appointment for the perm, Barbra decided that a manicure would be a gift from us, since neither of us can do much with nails. As soon Mother came back into the house, Barbara was waiting with the camera to “seize the moment.”
Tonight Barbara taught me how to do the blog. Up until now, I would do most of the text, hand it off to Barbara to add, edit, and proof and then add pictures. Since Barbara has been so busy with Mother lately, I decided I’d try doing one issue of the blog myself, but I couldn’t do it without some tutorial assistance. It would have been a snap for her to do in 20 minutes what took me over an hour, but I finally got the text and pictures set up and ready to be posted…this old dog is still learning new tricks.
Thursday, January 13
Today was a busy time of activities for Mother. First, the speech therapist, Mary Knight, came over from Tyler to do an evaluation; Mother has had more problems with choking and coughing lately. When we asked one of the nurses what we should do, she recommended a speech therapist, who, we found out, does a lot more than just working on speech. Everything that happens in the mouth is connected and related, so Mary will help Mother learn how to use the muscles in her face and mouth to improve swallowing habits. By the time Mary was finished, Barbara and I felt that we had attended a graduate class in human physiology. I even asked Mary when she got ready to leave if she was going to charge us for auditing the course.
When Mary was finished and we got Mother settled in for the morning, I went to see Leslie to get my hair cut. It wasn’t out of control yet, but I was getting close to that point of going one day to long.
Barbara and I left with Mother at 12:45 for the drive to Tyler to get Mother a CAT scan. Luckily, we knew exactly where we were going since the radiology department we were using is one floor above the neurologist’s office.
When we got there, we got Mother registered and then settled down in the waiting room. They had told us when we made the appointment that it would take about thirty minutes for the procedure, so we came armed with our books to help kill the time.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, the technician called for Mother. I pushed the wheelchair to the radiology lab, helped get Mother on the table, and then turned to go. I asked the technician how long she thought it would take and she said maybe two minutes at the most. I said we’d been told at least thirty minutes and she replied that they have new equipment that has really cut down the time and made the procedure more efficient.
I waited across the hall for a couple of minutes, sneaking glimpses of the monitor that was showing what the technician was taking pictures of and sure enough, she called me back in to get Mother off the table and out of there. It took longer to get Mother’s coat off and back on than it did to do the procedure…what a blessing.
On the way home we stopped at Long John Silver’s in Lindale for some takeout meals and then returned to the house to eat and then settle in for an afternoon and evening of not much of anything worth reporting.
Friday, January 14
Today was a “date day” for us, the first since December 20. We got Sophie to come stay with Mother for the day and we just drove around, doing not much of anything in particular except enjoying the beauty of the countryside and seeing what there was to be seen.
Before we left, we asked Sophie to take some pictures of us all decked out in “real” clothes.
Saturday, January 15
Happy Birthday to Barbara’s sister, Nancy Hargrave, in Cleburne, Texas!!!
Tomorrow’s rain came in this morning. It was cold and rainy all day so there was nothing to do but begin a deep cleaning of the house. We did that until early afternoon when we finally called it quits and settled in for a meaningless afternoon of TV and computer time…hardly worth writing about, but we needed to fill the space for a boring day. (We don't do well confined indoors!)
TJ came over later in the day and was lamenting that when Ladd and Jim put up her new bed, they didn’t center it with the pics. So…after she left, I asked Jim about going over there and the two of us do that and check on TJ’s computer since she couldn’t seem to open an attachment. Therefore, we bundled up and headed over there to play the bed movers, inc. To say TJ was surprised and delighted would be an understatement!
Not only did we get the bed moved into place, but after checking TJ’s computer we found that she has no word program; so no wonder she can’t open written attachments. Told her that would have to wait for another day when we found an installation disk for her.
Back home to vegetate for the night!
“We may not be able to control events, but we can control our attitude toward them.” – Our Daily Bread
Soggy in Mineola,
Jim/Dad/Gramps & Barbara/Mom/Grams
A Little New Year Welcome
Saturday, January 1 – Saturday, January 8, 2011
Saturday, January 1
Happy New Year and Welcome to 2011!!!
We didn’t welcome the new year in on schedule, as we called it a night about an hour early last night. But, our sleep patterns were really messed up; Barbara woke up at 1:00 am and right after she went back to sleep around 4:00, I woke up for a couple of hours at 4:30…hope that’s not some kind of portent for 2011!
When we finally got up and around, we lazed around for a couple of hours and then got to work on our New Year’s dinner. Our part of the meal was to provide the dining room and prepare the ham and a new recipe of Hoppin’ John (a recipe using black-eyed peas and rice) that Barbara found in the Tyler newspaper. TJ brought a bowl of greens, some purple-hulled peas, and cornbread. Angela had to spend the day at work, but Ladd, Logan, and Madelyn joined us as we had a very traditional southern meal to welcome in 2011.
When the meal was over and the kitchen and dining rooms were squared away, our guests left and we stuck around the house to watch bits and pieces of some of the remaining bowl games. We had planned to go out to the Holiday Villages clubhouse for the monthly bingo game, but as we were getting ready to leave, we decided we were just too tired, so we stayed home and called it a night fairly early.
Sunday, January 2
After all the excitement of the past week, Mother was worn plumb out and decided she’d stay at home today instead of going to church. We got Sophie to stay with her for the day and after getting her some breakfast, we headed out to Our Little Lot to drop off a few things for the day and set out the new cross stone that Leah and Ryan gave us for Christmas, and then on to church in Yantis.
At church we enjoyed visiting with others during the fellowship breakfast and then went to Sunday school, followed by another inspirational sermon from David to start off the new year.
When church was over, we returned to Big V for the afternoon…took a short nap, ate lunch, and then I tackled some chores around the lot while Barbara visited the neighbors and got them caught up on our latest activities. A job that I’ve been putting off for quite a while is to relocate the bulk of our firewood pile. For over a year and a half I’ve been stockpiling wood from the clearing that I’ve been doing, but the woodpile is all the way across the yard from the only logical place for the fire pit. We recently got a small cart that we thought would be perfect for holding the firewood, but until today, I haven’t done anything about transferring the piles.
After filling the cart and moving it across the yard, I tackled some more briar vines in the gully…an ongoing job. I’ll probably never be able to eradicate the vines, so I just do the best I can to keep them cut low so they don’t climb the trees and strangle the upper branches.
This evening we went back to church for choir practice and the evening service and then returned to Mineola for the night.
Monday, January 3
Mother was feeling much better today, so after a good breakfast, I put her through her physical therapy paces. She did really well and didn’t complain…just set that jaw and plowed on through the entire set of leg and arm exercises. Later, the physical therapist, Martin, called to say he’d be coming by this morning. When Martin showed up, Mother got a second dose of exercise and walking, but she took it all in stride.
As for us, we had already determined that we weren’t going to allow ourselves out of the house until we made progress on the back editions of the journal/blog. We had not even started on the week that we spent in Lubbock for Jimmy’s funeral, so I tackled the writing while Barbara began organizing all the photos. The work was slow-going, as each word and photo brought back a flood of memories.
While we were taking a short break this evening we went outside and looked around the neighborhood. As we looked to the east, we saw three deer grazing in the large vacant field. We tried to take pictures, but the light was so poor that all we got was shadows.
Tonight we set the journal work aside and just relaxed with TV and some computer games.
Tuesday, January 4
Aside from me going to prayer meeting at the church in Yantis early this morning, today was pretty much a repeat of yesterday. There was still much to be done to get caught up on our journal writing and editing, so we forced ourselves to stay at it, taking breaks when it became just too much.
Our friends Gene and Michelle came over tonight and we had snacks, did a lot of talking (they’ve been back in Kansas for quite a while, so we had a lot of catching up to do), and played a rousing game of Chickenfoot. In fact, the game got so rousing at one point that a glass got knocked off the table we had to take a time out to clean up the mess…just can’t control a group of retired teachers!
Gene and Michelle are both hunters and when they bring snacks for a gathering like tonights, the food is generally something they have caught or shot and turned into tasty treats. Tonight was no exception as they brought us a bag of venison sticks and some venison/beef sausage…yum-yum!
Wednesday, January 5
Mother was acting a little disoriented this morning. When I checked her blood pressure, it was off the charts, so I got her an early appointment with Dr. Bankhead. We were all concerned with the ongoing dizziness that has developed the last couple of days and now the high blood pressure readings were adding to the concern. We told Dr. Bankhead that Mother was scheduled for an appointment with Dr. Drew, the neurologist, on Friday. Dr. Bankhead prescribed a couple of things for the dizziness but wanted to hold off on anything else until Dr. Drew saw Mother and made some determination over whether these new symptoms were indicative of new Parkinson’s activity or something else.
I stayed home this afternoon with Mother while Barbara went to Lindale to have a “girls’ day out” with our friend Heidi. They haven’t had a chance to visit since Heidi and the kids got back from their Christmas trip to Georgia and Pennsylvania, and were long overdue for this visit.
TJ’s son, Donnie, and his wife Lynette made it in this evening from Birmingham, Alabama, for a short visit. We called to see if they had gotten safely and made arrangements for them to join us for lunch tomorrow.
Thursday, January 6
It got busy early around here this morning when I got up and started making my world-famous spaghetti sauce. We had decided that would be a good treat for TJ, Donnie, and Lynette…fun to cook (makes the whole house stink purty all morning) and fun to eat…what more could one ask for.
TJ brought the kids over around 10:30 to visit while Barbara and I were preparing the meal. Donnie and Lynette had been in England and Scotland for several weeks last semester and had lots of pictures to show and stories to tell.
At 12:00 we sat down to a table full of spaghetti, meat sauce, salad, and garlic toast and chairs full of hungry people. We ate and talked and talked and ate until we left just enough space inside for some cheese cake to top off the meal.
After we cleaned the kitchen and got the dishwasher started, we visited a bit more and then said our goodbyes. Mother, Barbara, and I rested a bit before I went downtown to meet with Leon Anderson, our local Edward Jones agent, to discuss some investment strategies.
I could have gone over to TJ’s house tonight to watch the Cotton Bowl game, but Donnie is a huge LSU fan and I’m not, so I chose to watch the game here at Mother’s house. The only interest I had in the game was that a Big 12 team (Texas A&M, for whom I rarely cheer) was playing and I wanted to support the conference. However, it became very clear very early that the Aggies were outmanned and outcoached, so I turned off the TV and we went to bed and read our books.
Friday, January 7
We took Mother for a regularly scheduled visit with Dr. Drew, her neurologist/Parkinson’s specialist, in Tyler this morning. With the problems she’s been having the last 8 or 9 days, we had a page full of notes and even more questions for Dr. Drew.
After carefully examining and questioning Mother quite a bit, Dr. Drew ordered up a CAT scan to see if something clinical was going on in her brain. One possibility was a TIA (transient ischemic attack) that could have caused some temporary problems the other night. Another possibility is that the Parkinsonism is on the move again…neither possibility sounds good, but at least we might have answers, if not solutions.
Of course, all Dr. Drew could do today was write up an order for the scan…we’ll just have to wait to hear from “someone out there” as to the where, and when of the procedure. Our hope is that we can have it done in Quitman, thereby saving another trip to Tyler in the near future.
We returned to Mineola after seeing Dr. Drew, had lunch, got Mother settled in for the afternoon, and took a short nap before getting serious about doing some yard work around Mother’s place. The weather was beautiful…temperature in the low 60’s and just a slight breeze.
There is a long flower bed along the right side of the driveway that is gorgeous during the spring and summer, but is a huge leaf depository when the trees start shedding. Barbara started the cleanup by raking out a huge pile of leaves onto the driveway, but that was only a beginning and just from a small stretch of the bed. One clean stretch demanded another, and by the end of the afternoon we had raked out the entire bed and raked/carried all the leaves to the vacant lot to the north of the house. Our hope was that we will have several days of southerly winds that will keep the leaves moving away from us so we don’t have to deal with them again.
While we were out working, Keith, the physical therapist from At-Home Healthcare, came by to give Mother her workout. It’s amazing that Keith can get so much done with Mother when she struggles with her exercises anytime we try to take her through them. At the end of the sets of different arm and leg exercises, Keith takes Mother for a walk through the house. This evening we happened to be standing by with the camera after they made their U-turn in the kitchen and started back through the living room.
Tonight, weary with well-doing, we just kicked back and relaxed.
Saturday, January 8
Today was an all-out yard work day. It was so beautiful out that we were compelled to finish what we started yesterday afternoon and move to other parts of the yard; and, except for breaks for meals and checking on Mother we worked from sunup to sundown. And as we worked, that beautiful weather gradually disappeared and Barbara, who is always cold, decided to put on heavier attire that didn't matter if it got dirty.
While we were reviewing what we had done yesterday – cleaning the leaves out of the bed along the driveway – we noticed that vines had crept under the leaves and that tree limbs and rose bushes needed to be cut and trimmed.
While Barbara started raking leaves out of the front yard, I tackled the trimming, cutting, and mowing chores and soon we had even more piles of “stuff” in the driveway. When we were done with the initial chores, we started in on the front flower beds, removing leaves, weeds, dead plants, etc. And when that was done, we turned to the flower bed that runs along the south side of the house, the bed that we’ve NEVER touched because it was too daunting a task.
After a lunch break, I decided to rake and mow the backyard. After all, the front yard looked great and the backyard was the next natural step. It was amazing how many leaves and fallen and how much the grass had grown under the leaves…it took a couple of hours, but by the time it was done, the place looked great.
One thing we haven’t done since moving in with Mother is to check the rain gutters. With a little daylight left and a hint of bad weather for the next couple of days, I decided to get out the ladder and see if the gutters needed some cleaning. Boy, did they NEED some cleaning…the gutters the length of the roof on the north and west sides of the house were packed with leaves, so much so that there was no way water could even seep through.
I don’t know that I’ve cleaned rain gutters in the last thirty years, but today I got my fill of that particular job…set up the ladder and climb it, scoop out leaves by hand and drop them onto the freshly raked lawn, come down the ladder, move it, and start the process all over again. I don’t know how many sets of moves I went through, but by the time I got to the south side of the roof it was getting too dark to see what I was doing. But, at the end of the day the gutters were cleaned out, the yard was raked (and re-raked), the trash was all hauled off to the vacant lot north of us, and the tools were put away (oh yes, and we were exhausted).
After a long, hard day of work, we just sat back and relaxed tonight until time to head for bed.
“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.” - Edith Lovejoy Pierce
From Mother’s house in Mineola, Texas
Jim/Dad/Gramps & Barbara/Mom/Grams
Saturday, January 1
Happy New Year and Welcome to 2011!!!
We didn’t welcome the new year in on schedule, as we called it a night about an hour early last night. But, our sleep patterns were really messed up; Barbara woke up at 1:00 am and right after she went back to sleep around 4:00, I woke up for a couple of hours at 4:30…hope that’s not some kind of portent for 2011!
When we finally got up and around, we lazed around for a couple of hours and then got to work on our New Year’s dinner. Our part of the meal was to provide the dining room and prepare the ham and a new recipe of Hoppin’ John (a recipe using black-eyed peas and rice) that Barbara found in the Tyler newspaper. TJ brought a bowl of greens, some purple-hulled peas, and cornbread. Angela had to spend the day at work, but Ladd, Logan, and Madelyn joined us as we had a very traditional southern meal to welcome in 2011.
When the meal was over and the kitchen and dining rooms were squared away, our guests left and we stuck around the house to watch bits and pieces of some of the remaining bowl games. We had planned to go out to the Holiday Villages clubhouse for the monthly bingo game, but as we were getting ready to leave, we decided we were just too tired, so we stayed home and called it a night fairly early.
Sunday, January 2
After all the excitement of the past week, Mother was worn plumb out and decided she’d stay at home today instead of going to church. We got Sophie to stay with her for the day and after getting her some breakfast, we headed out to Our Little Lot to drop off a few things for the day and set out the new cross stone that Leah and Ryan gave us for Christmas, and then on to church in Yantis.
At church we enjoyed visiting with others during the fellowship breakfast and then went to Sunday school, followed by another inspirational sermon from David to start off the new year.
When church was over, we returned to Big V for the afternoon…took a short nap, ate lunch, and then I tackled some chores around the lot while Barbara visited the neighbors and got them caught up on our latest activities. A job that I’ve been putting off for quite a while is to relocate the bulk of our firewood pile. For over a year and a half I’ve been stockpiling wood from the clearing that I’ve been doing, but the woodpile is all the way across the yard from the only logical place for the fire pit. We recently got a small cart that we thought would be perfect for holding the firewood, but until today, I haven’t done anything about transferring the piles.
After filling the cart and moving it across the yard, I tackled some more briar vines in the gully…an ongoing job. I’ll probably never be able to eradicate the vines, so I just do the best I can to keep them cut low so they don’t climb the trees and strangle the upper branches.
This evening we went back to church for choir practice and the evening service and then returned to Mineola for the night.
Monday, January 3
Mother was feeling much better today, so after a good breakfast, I put her through her physical therapy paces. She did really well and didn’t complain…just set that jaw and plowed on through the entire set of leg and arm exercises. Later, the physical therapist, Martin, called to say he’d be coming by this morning. When Martin showed up, Mother got a second dose of exercise and walking, but she took it all in stride.
As for us, we had already determined that we weren’t going to allow ourselves out of the house until we made progress on the back editions of the journal/blog. We had not even started on the week that we spent in Lubbock for Jimmy’s funeral, so I tackled the writing while Barbara began organizing all the photos. The work was slow-going, as each word and photo brought back a flood of memories.
While we were taking a short break this evening we went outside and looked around the neighborhood. As we looked to the east, we saw three deer grazing in the large vacant field. We tried to take pictures, but the light was so poor that all we got was shadows.
Tonight we set the journal work aside and just relaxed with TV and some computer games.
Tuesday, January 4
Aside from me going to prayer meeting at the church in Yantis early this morning, today was pretty much a repeat of yesterday. There was still much to be done to get caught up on our journal writing and editing, so we forced ourselves to stay at it, taking breaks when it became just too much.
Our friends Gene and Michelle came over tonight and we had snacks, did a lot of talking (they’ve been back in Kansas for quite a while, so we had a lot of catching up to do), and played a rousing game of Chickenfoot. In fact, the game got so rousing at one point that a glass got knocked off the table we had to take a time out to clean up the mess…just can’t control a group of retired teachers!
Gene and Michelle are both hunters and when they bring snacks for a gathering like tonights, the food is generally something they have caught or shot and turned into tasty treats. Tonight was no exception as they brought us a bag of venison sticks and some venison/beef sausage…yum-yum!Wednesday, January 5
Mother was acting a little disoriented this morning. When I checked her blood pressure, it was off the charts, so I got her an early appointment with Dr. Bankhead. We were all concerned with the ongoing dizziness that has developed the last couple of days and now the high blood pressure readings were adding to the concern. We told Dr. Bankhead that Mother was scheduled for an appointment with Dr. Drew, the neurologist, on Friday. Dr. Bankhead prescribed a couple of things for the dizziness but wanted to hold off on anything else until Dr. Drew saw Mother and made some determination over whether these new symptoms were indicative of new Parkinson’s activity or something else.
I stayed home this afternoon with Mother while Barbara went to Lindale to have a “girls’ day out” with our friend Heidi. They haven’t had a chance to visit since Heidi and the kids got back from their Christmas trip to Georgia and Pennsylvania, and were long overdue for this visit.
TJ’s son, Donnie, and his wife Lynette made it in this evening from Birmingham, Alabama, for a short visit. We called to see if they had gotten safely and made arrangements for them to join us for lunch tomorrow.
Thursday, January 6
It got busy early around here this morning when I got up and started making my world-famous spaghetti sauce. We had decided that would be a good treat for TJ, Donnie, and Lynette…fun to cook (makes the whole house stink purty all morning) and fun to eat…what more could one ask for.
TJ brought the kids over around 10:30 to visit while Barbara and I were preparing the meal. Donnie and Lynette had been in England and Scotland for several weeks last semester and had lots of pictures to show and stories to tell.At 12:00 we sat down to a table full of spaghetti, meat sauce, salad, and garlic toast and chairs full of hungry people. We ate and talked and talked and ate until we left just enough space inside for some cheese cake to top off the meal.
After we cleaned the kitchen and got the dishwasher started, we visited a bit more and then said our goodbyes. Mother, Barbara, and I rested a bit before I went downtown to meet with Leon Anderson, our local Edward Jones agent, to discuss some investment strategies.
I could have gone over to TJ’s house tonight to watch the Cotton Bowl game, but Donnie is a huge LSU fan and I’m not, so I chose to watch the game here at Mother’s house. The only interest I had in the game was that a Big 12 team (Texas A&M, for whom I rarely cheer) was playing and I wanted to support the conference. However, it became very clear very early that the Aggies were outmanned and outcoached, so I turned off the TV and we went to bed and read our books.
Friday, January 7
We took Mother for a regularly scheduled visit with Dr. Drew, her neurologist/Parkinson’s specialist, in Tyler this morning. With the problems she’s been having the last 8 or 9 days, we had a page full of notes and even more questions for Dr. Drew.
After carefully examining and questioning Mother quite a bit, Dr. Drew ordered up a CAT scan to see if something clinical was going on in her brain. One possibility was a TIA (transient ischemic attack) that could have caused some temporary problems the other night. Another possibility is that the Parkinsonism is on the move again…neither possibility sounds good, but at least we might have answers, if not solutions.
Of course, all Dr. Drew could do today was write up an order for the scan…we’ll just have to wait to hear from “someone out there” as to the where, and when of the procedure. Our hope is that we can have it done in Quitman, thereby saving another trip to Tyler in the near future.
We returned to Mineola after seeing Dr. Drew, had lunch, got Mother settled in for the afternoon, and took a short nap before getting serious about doing some yard work around Mother’s place. The weather was beautiful…temperature in the low 60’s and just a slight breeze.
Tonight, weary with well-doing, we just kicked back and relaxed.
Saturday, January 8
Today was an all-out yard work day. It was so beautiful out that we were compelled to finish what we started yesterday afternoon and move to other parts of the yard; and, except for breaks for meals and checking on Mother we worked from sunup to sundown. And as we worked, that beautiful weather gradually disappeared and Barbara, who is always cold, decided to put on heavier attire that didn't matter if it got dirty.
While we were reviewing what we had done yesterday – cleaning the leaves out of the bed along the driveway – we noticed that vines had crept under the leaves and that tree limbs and rose bushes needed to be cut and trimmed.
While Barbara started raking leaves out of the front yard, I tackled the trimming, cutting, and mowing chores and soon we had even more piles of “stuff” in the driveway. When we were done with the initial chores, we started in on the front flower beds, removing leaves, weeds, dead plants, etc. And when that was done, we turned to the flower bed that runs along the south side of the house, the bed that we’ve NEVER touched because it was too daunting a task.
After a lunch break, I decided to rake and mow the backyard. After all, the front yard looked great and the backyard was the next natural step. It was amazing how many leaves and fallen and how much the grass had grown under the leaves…it took a couple of hours, but by the time it was done, the place looked great.
One thing we haven’t done since moving in with Mother is to check the rain gutters. With a little daylight left and a hint of bad weather for the next couple of days, I decided to get out the ladder and see if the gutters needed some cleaning. Boy, did they NEED some cleaning…the gutters the length of the roof on the north and west sides of the house were packed with leaves, so much so that there was no way water could even seep through.
After a long, hard day of work, we just sat back and relaxed tonight until time to head for bed.
“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.” - Edith Lovejoy Pierce
From Mother’s house in Mineola, Texas
Jim/Dad/Gramps & Barbara/Mom/Grams
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