Tonight, there’s a full moon in the night sky: I took a picture while waiting for Kasia to come in from the yard.
My girl has come a long way . Don’t get me wrong: she still barks, but as she gets accustomed to folks in the neighborhood, she sits so politely. She actually takes a dog biscuit from the hand of Beth, our postal person. With Zush, that was no problem. I never thought I would see Kasia sociable.
Miracles do happen.
After a few days of immersing myself into Zicam cold stopping-cold shortening world of remedies, I am slowly working my way up the food chain again. I would be remiss if I forget to mention I used the neti pot to wash my sinuses out, also.
A big part of my recovery is thanks to my nurse, Kasia Girl. My buddy kept me company and made Mom get out and walk to get things moving. The weather seems to be the prime factor in keeping me from crawling up to 100%. We are taking one step at a time, or in Kasia’s case, 2 steps at a time. Our neighbor Dot came over and brought home made orzo chicken soup; crusty bread and chocolate chip cookies.
How can you not get better?
I’m lamenting the fact that I used to, knock wood, feel good in the winter.
Since the cataract surgery in December, it seems that I had one round with the flu, as did Jim. The flu ran its’ course, closely followed by respiratory illness. When you think you’re done, then yours truly comes down with the mother of all head colds. Above are my new best friends; after all , there is only so much I can take.
Hopefully, my next post will have a little less tissues in my pocket as I type this post. By the way, shout out to my buddy Juls who pulled me up, via long distance. That’s what sisters are for. Also, shout out to my girl Kasia🐕, nurse extraordinary. As my buddy Kathy told me- they want you to get them out!
…and I have family in Minnesota.
The Philadelphia Eagles are going to the Super Bowl, and for the first time in 58 years, I won’t even be in the city. I am,as they would say,”out of state.”
Sure it would have been nice to be accessible to Super Bowl parties, but I am a little older than I once was, so I will be content yet wistful while watching at home. I was three weeks old when the Eagles won the 1960 Super Bowl. Obviously, I am hoping they win so I can commit the game to memory.
Go Birds! 🦅
So here I on a Sunday, watching Football.
Hope against hope that New England loses- it is par for the course for me. After all, shouldn’t every team have a chance at the SuperBowl? Oh, I know, Tom Brady this, and Tom Brady that, but seriously? I just heard a quote from him saying,” I’m doing as best as I can, so why stop now.”
My Mom would say self praise stinks.
Me? I just believe in God working in mysterious ways.
GO EAGLES!!!!! 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅
…says Kasia. The morning rain turned icy and now we have snow. Momma told Kasia it’s too slippery for now. It’s incredible how a pup and a child can share a universal pout.
**The sound you hear is maternal guilt piling on.**
There is always tomorrow, 🤞🏻 I hope!
Here is Kasia not looking very happy with me, but Jim and I had a date night last night.
The only chance of seeing a first run movie down these parts was a drive away,, so we went off to dinner and then saw The Darkest Hour. It was Gary Oldman staring as Winston Churchill and Kristin-Scott Thomas, of Four Weddings and a Funeral and, later, The Other Boleyn Girl as Clementine Churchill. We both enjoyed the movie, but, unfortunately in the age of #METOO it might get rolled over for Oscar Time. That would be a shame.
Back at the home today, disgust is on Kasia’s face, because it is now a fact that Mom picked up bronchitis on the tail end of here current list of ailments….My girl hates being the health Continue reading And some more….
Along with the Olympic Channel that I have found, this post led me to some interesting viewing and reads!
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Sure, it’s easy off season and the blizzards hit. Let’s start off with the two weeks of trash and recyclables due to get finally picked up tomorrow.
Ah, but then comes the fun part…
Thank God, it is not for us but our neighbor, who had a broken pipe running from his heater through his house. Jim walked Kasia last night and heard water running. First he though it was ours. As he got by our neighbors, he heard a lot of water. He brought Kasia back in, called our neighbor from his cell, and as a result, the south Jersey version of Servicepro to clear things out post flood are here.
The neighbor showed up this morning, and the cleaning company has a fleet of trucks out to clear things up. I’ll bet that he wished he had a property management service to look at his property and monitor it through the winter.
As for us, we are ok…I am retiring to the land of the living.Walked Kasia this morning and will go out a little later too. Ginger ale and crackers are the only two I can trust right now, so maybe I am working my way back up the food chain.I miss Momma walks with Kas.
So after Winter storm Grayson, Greg’s visit and getting Jim over the viral illness hump,you were prepared to see a new post from me.
Bless your heart!
It turns out Greg is home sick and guess who else got it? That’s right-me!
After ” station identification “, I’ll be back.
We sent my nephew Greg back to the city this morning, as he is due back to work in the morning.
Jim is watching football on the television.
Kasia is sleeping at my feet.
and life is returning to normal???
This is a shot of the frozen Delaware Bay. I really am not encouraged to go to work, if offered this week, if the cold is still like this. Hopefully, the temperatures will edge up a little by little. I actually think we are due to have some rain coming later this week.
Otherwise, I think I’ll keep my fur girl company and curl up until it warms up.
So we figured we pulled out the Greg visit and got up here sage and sound, right?
Until this morning, when Jim started the day with a fever that is climbing: I managed to get some aspirin into him and get him to force some fluids, but what else is new? As Jim would say, whenever we plan something, well, how does that old chestnut go? ” Man plans, and God laughs.”
We were going up to an 80th birthday party in Pennsylvania tomorrow, which, of course now is out of the question. I called Jim’s sister up to share the lousy news with her. We were really looking forward to it.
I am glad Greg is here to keep me company, as Jim has been sleeping most of the day. I made a pot of chicken corn soup, with a tip of the hat to my buddy Juls for the recipe, as it was tasty and kept up warm. Now it’s waiting to get warmed up for when Jim has an appetite again.
We both got flu shots this year, so we are trying to figure out where this came from.
Hold a good thought for us, ok? This is getting to be a hell pf a weekend.
My nephew Greg is down here to spend a few days with us. As he just completed his Master’s Degree, this visit was postponed from clast month.
We never will postpone again, as for our efforts, we got a state of emergency, here in New Jersey. We managed to get Greg to the house just as the governor declared a state of emergency. We are in the middle of winter storm Grayson. The moral of this visit?
January trips are out of the picture!
Three significant events happened today in my personal history.
My oldest brother married his wife in January 1971.
I retired after 30 years with my employer.
Three years ago today, we moved to “Undisclosed location” for good.
Who says nothing happens in January?
My brother’s anniversary is their 46th. I am pleased as punch to be alive and kicking after leaving a job surviving thirty years there. Best of all, I am writing this in our home, far away from the maddening crowd.
I was texting with one of my sisters this afternoon and wrote that “God is good all the time.”
I truly believe that, even though there are times that I am left scratching may head and wondering why, God, are you doing this to me: His answer comes to me in HIS time, not my time.
I am blessed with good friends, reasonable health, but my heartache is missing my girl Zush. Oh how I wish she was here with me. Don’t get me wrong: Kasia is good, but tends to bond stronger with Jim. As all mothers must mutter to themselves at one time or another,”they only want me when they want something.”
Guess I’ll just keep on keeping on.