Today I discovered I have hives. I'm just relieved it's not fleas! I have no idea what caused me to have hives. I could have figured it out if it had been fleas. I don't like itching. I couldn't get my medicine until tomorrow so I'm still using itchy cream which doesn't do much to help.
I can remember having hives when I was little. Calamine lotion was the remedy. I hated that stuff, it was way too messy, got all over my clothes and didn't stop the itching.
I can see lightning and hear thunder. I love storms. They are so wonderful at the beach, watching them blow in, the clouds swirling, sheets of rain, then it's over. Next the sun cooks us all.
There are strange mushrooms in our front yard.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
ANOTHER DISCOVERY
Well, it didn't work out for my mother to tell me things I didn't know. It upset her to try and remember. She did tell me a lot of stories, most of which I already knew but it was unsettling to her. The result of her brain tumor has left gaps in her memory, more short term than long. She tells things backwards and I am discovering she also hears things backwards. It is difficult for her to get things straight so she repeats them over and over, usually in the wrong sequence. I only correct it if it matters and it usually doesn't.
I think the worst thing for her now is not being able to do things for other people. She was always taking food to people or taking them to the doctor or just going to see if there was anything she could do. When she raised a garden she gave stuff to everybody, often ready to cook or more than likely already cooked. She canned and canned and canned. We ate and ate and ate. I know it drives her to distraction that I am not like her. I'd rather read.
Old age is tough.
I think the worst thing for her now is not being able to do things for other people. She was always taking food to people or taking them to the doctor or just going to see if there was anything she could do. When she raised a garden she gave stuff to everybody, often ready to cook or more than likely already cooked. She canned and canned and canned. We ate and ate and ate. I know it drives her to distraction that I am not like her. I'd rather read.
Old age is tough.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
IN RESPONSE TO SILAS
In response to Silas' challenge, I'm going to ask my 90 year old mother to tell me something every day that I don't know. I told her to try to remember family things or things she did as a child.
My mother's family, her parents, 3 brothers, and usually her grandmother always ate supper at the table every night. They had a round table in the kitchen. Her mother made biscuits for every meal since her father didn't like cornbread. He ate meat, biscuits and gravy, no vegetables. He liked pork, did not like beef or chicken. Occasionally he might take a little spoon of dessert. When my mother was given meat or a biscuit to eat and didn't want it she would slip it under the table to her father.
My mother's family, her parents, 3 brothers, and usually her grandmother always ate supper at the table every night. They had a round table in the kitchen. Her mother made biscuits for every meal since her father didn't like cornbread. He ate meat, biscuits and gravy, no vegetables. He liked pork, did not like beef or chicken. Occasionally he might take a little spoon of dessert. When my mother was given meat or a biscuit to eat and didn't want it she would slip it under the table to her father.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
HINDMAN
I'm just back from Hindman. It's always hard to re-enter the real world after Hindman. I like being surrounded by writers, words, books, music, mountains. My head is spinning with all the things I want to write and all the books I want to read.
It's less than a year until I go back.
It's less than a year until I go back.
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