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It’s Monday, and already a long day in the world of a caregiver and my caregivee.

We started out this morning with a discussion of ‘why do we need to do this?” Blood sugar, Blood pressure and Oxygen saturation which is daily sent to the VA.

My answer, “Because they need to keep track”, did not seem to satisfy. Neertheless, we did the things and the data was sent.

Last week, Hubby saw the pulmonary folks, I’ve been mentioning to anyone who’d listen that his oxygen numbers were less than the desird 93%.

Even though he’s on oxygen at night, and using two different broncodilators, his morning reading is often in the 85-90 range.

After a pulmonary function test, where his numbers dropped to 80 and the tech had to put oxygen on him to get it back up to 90. it was decided he needed supplemental oxygen when he is ‘short of breath’ during the day.

The oxygen man has been here, portable tanks are in place and we have both had a lesson in the proper operation. The man couldn’t have been back to the highway before I was asked if this is going to do any good.

Honestly, I do not know. I do know that getting better oxygen may help some of the muscle pain when you walk, and it may help your brain work better too.

So for now, we will be monitoring this more closely, watching for breathing difficulties and adding a few more requests to the prayer list.

Yes, he napped in front of the TV, but he got dressed. Count the blessings and be thankful every day.

so, I am walking


This is the day for The Alzheimer’s Walk. It’s a small thing I can do. This year it’s a virtual walk and can be done anywhere. Mine is here along our road on Sunrise Ridge.

I joined my daughter’s team, along with a few others. We are walking for my husband, and anyone who has been diagnosed with dementia. In case you do not know, it’s a hard thing to live with, for him and for me as caregiver.

So, I am walking.

Earlier this past week, I was really ill with food poisoning and dehydration. Go to the doctor ill, in fact. Hubby’s needs, however, are becoming greater. He sits in front of his TV, still in Pajamas, dozing in and out. Refusing his supplemental oxygen. This is today, and yesterday, maybe tomorrow it will be the same. Or perhaps something new will happen.

One thing I know, it is not getting better, nor will it.

So, I am walking.

I put on my whte hat, weren’t all the cowboy heros wearing white hats, back in the day? Donned my favorite tie dye shirt, a symbol for love and peace. Picked up my rose printed cane, so I could go the distance. My favorite walking shoes, sturdy and comfortable go on my feet.

I can do this!

So, I am walking

One little thing, out team has met it’s pledge goal, and I walk, down our ramp and onto the road. My goal is simple, slow and easy. Take some time to enjoy the outdoors. Just breathe, someone is giving me a break and accept the peace.

So, I am walking.

Along the way, I see the signs of Autumn, the last summer flowers, turning leaves. The shutting down of a season of growth and color.

The end of what was.

So, I am walking

Seth Alexander and a new dad


A former classmate of great grand daughter was recently adopted by his loving step-father. Seth worked very hard to present his new dad a book to let him know the importance of this event.

I am posting a few pages to show why so many people teared up.

Watching as Seth and his family have grown into an incredible, inspiring family has been a pleasure and I hope to be able to continue to be a part of their lives for a long time to come.


Recently, our family has expanded a bit. Single parent grandson and his children have been staying with us, while he does some serious re-hab on their house.

Having a Head Start student and a Pre-K student around is a challenge. We have had an assortment of the older ones in and out over the years, but no ‘little ones’ on a regular basis.

Of course we are handling it, pretty well. As Hubby says, “We can do this one more time.”

Last week our Pre-K boy needed something that started with the letter N for his ‘Show and Tell’. Uncle Brett and I helped and we soon had lovely noodle necklaces for him to take. 100_0533

I’m re you can see that the finished project made him happy, and he said  everyone in his class liked it too.

While we worked on them, I realized that I did these with my siblings, my own kids, grandkids, various nieces and nephews, and a host of the other children that filtered through out home over the years.

That’s a lot of pasta!


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Saturday dawned cool and bright. Hubby’s brother arrived during the night to join us.

With stars still in the sky they headed down to the eddy to fish.

I was enjoying a cup of coffee when suddenly the camper began to shake and my cup danced wildly across the table. Before it was done, I grabbed the cup and realized it was an earthquake.

Our camping spot is pretty near the infamous New Madrid Fault, so I was more than a bit concerned.  I texted the daughters and soon found that this quake was centered in Oklahoma.

That was a relief!

Saturday afternoon, the ferry had mechanical issues and was stopped on the Kentucky side.  I was sitting under our canopy, enjoying life. People would walk over to ask questions, no problem as long as they stayed outside the canopy, but some would not. Walking into my space and giving our camp and equipment a once or twice over. A few seemed to think I should be providing food and drinks. Um, NO!

Lots of traffic had to be diverted. Many travelers spent a few minutes lamenting the fact that GPS routed them to this place at the ‘end of the world’ as the shortest route. It is only the shortest route if the ferry is running. I was rather amazed at the many complaints that came from folks who resented having to wait for the ferry, even when it was running on schedule.

So many did not notice the beauty, glimpse the bald eagles, deer, the beginning hints of autumn color in the trees and so many interesting things going on.

 

 


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Dear Morgan,

This frame holds some of your history.

I will tell you what I can, the quilt blocks were pieced by your great-great-great-grandmother.

She used those cardboard cutouts to make the smaller pieces to sew together by hand as you can see from the one I left upside down. those pieces and the cutout are from a pattern called double wedding ring.

The full block and its pieces are called Dresden Plate.

You might notice your great-great- great grandfather’s name and address on the pattern pieces I included.

The fabric in the back was from her ‘fabric stash’ as quilters call the fabrics saved or purchased for making their treasures.

The red flowers is from an old feed sack, the way many ladies got their fabric. Often they would make a child a dress or shirt and then use the remainder for quilts.

I came by this from someone who had purchased it at an auction and passed it to me. I saved some of the old fabric and blocks, because they are treasures.

Your Great-great grandmother, Bettie, told me they were made by her mother-in-law and asked if I would fix some for you. So here it is, I do hope that you will find it a ‘treasure’ and as you grow up something you will always love.

Mary Shipman


This morning, Hubby and two grand-boys went off to an auction, leaving me home to  enjoy a day of laundry, cleaning and such with no interruptions.

They pulled in about 4:30, after I had all the animals taken care of for the day.

Hubby walks in, asks for a glass of tea, hands me the auction stubs and says, “I spent about a hundred dollars.”

I start looking through the ticket stubs, let out a yelp, grabbed my camera and ran to the truck!

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There it was, 100_0040a beauty and a treasure!

All the attachments, extra bobbins and needles. the key to the top drawer, an extra belt, spools of thread marked 18 cents and some cardboard quilt templates were found inside the drawers.

100_0041The boys have it in the sewing room, I have plans for it!

 

 

 

Years ago, I learned to sew on one of these, and I have a gang of kids, grand and great that should learn to use one too.

Maybe, down the road, someone else will be pleased to own this treasure!

 


Once again, Wednesday has arrived, and with it our fearless ringmaster, Rochelle has donned her red coat and top hat, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls”, she announces with a crack of her whip. Issuing the challenge to join her at the circus known as Friday Fictioneers.  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/. Under her discipline we climb to the high wire to present a story in approximately 100 words.

Other acrobats have posted, their back-flips and somersaults can be found here: http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=623923

 

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This week’s picture courtesy of Kent Bonham led me down a path that my grandson walks each day.

Brett is autistic, although reading and writing are skills he has not mastered in his 21 years, he can speak, articulating some of the effects of his condition.

April is Autism Awareness Month. I dedicate this little tale to Brett and all who deal with Autism, in its many guises. Maybe it will raise awareness a bit as well. I can hope.

 

Sound Prison

“Sensory overload” the therapist calls it, “meltdown” in layman’s terms.

People gather around, invading the circle of ‘personal space’, gesturing, talking.

Afraid to approach.

But too near and too loud for the boy.

No matter what, he hears it all. There are no filters.

No way to block the beating

The words have form and substance, invisible,battering.

They swirl around, floating shapes, sweeping in, crushing.

Rhythms pound, hammers in his mind.

Varied tones stab like knives.

He has to close it off! It has to stop!

And so, he sits on the floor, rocking.

Withdrawn, locked in his alternate universe,

Forced to submission by the weaponry of sound.


Saturday morning, we set out for adventure.

As often happens, the original plan got sidetracked, but fate intervened to give something better. The road we traveled passed The Battle of Pilot Knob State Historic Site, near Ironton, MO.

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Welcome to the Historic Site

This park commemorates the site of the Battle of Pilot Knob from the Civil War. A dedicated group of reenactors provide living history at times. Saturday was one of those times.

Spring Encampment was going on. Much less crowded and ‘busy’ than the battle reenactment later in the year, it was easy to access all of the camp and talk to reenactors in a more relaxed setting.

Everyone we met was willing to share information about their part in the war effort.

It is really amazing at how much support was required, not only soldiers, medical personnel and all the equipment but blacksmiths, laundresses, musicians. Some of the officers even had personal slaves to serve them.

 


It might be a good idea to read this past post before you begin the one  for today.

https://oldentimes.wordpress.com/2010/11/19/adventures-with-betty-crocker/

This sort of sets the stage.

Over the years, many young cooks have passed through the kitchen on Sunrise ridge and other places we have called ‘home’ in our journey through life.

Betty Crocker’s red cookbooks for making things and a set of Good measuring cups have been staples of the experience.

This past week, a photo on Facebook of the big red ‘pic cover cookbook was making the rounds. Of course I shared it and many comments came, a good number from those who shared in the making of thing from that book.

My old copy is held together with duct tape, notes in the margins, and many pages smeared with drips. I have a child who wants it and her daughter is now beginning to cook, sometimes here in Sunrise kitchen. Another generation to share with.

While at an auction yesterday, another copy of the book was for sale. The cover was a little worn, the pages inside much like mine.

Yes, I  felt the need to purchase it. Another daughter and granddaughter live in California and they too should have this book.

Now, I need to find a couple more copies for some of the others who ‘graduated’ with the basic cooking certificate here.

I see they are available on Amazon and other outlets, some for quite a price. The ones I need though are well loved, used, smeared (especially on the page with the fudge recipe) and have notes written in them. They may not bee my notes, but I will happily transcribe from mine.

Not much of a ‘legacy’ you might think, but you are wrong. These books are filled with memories and love!