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Post by Joxcee on Mar 27, 2007 19:44:18 GMT -5
Hey Q, I found another neat gardening technique and I think it would go with the lasagna gardening quite well:
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Post by Quettalee on Mar 27, 2007 20:03:31 GMT -5
Cool...Mary and I are gearing up for the herb garden thingy. I bet you have a tiller we can borrow...
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Post by Joxcee on Mar 27, 2007 20:08:41 GMT -5
I don't. But mom does, and she isn't strong enough to use it this summer. She's bummed about not having a garden.
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Post by Quettalee on Mar 27, 2007 20:17:06 GMT -5
I know all about that. Mom went through it two summers ago. She didn't even attempt the strawberry-picking the time she was with me....just sat up under the shade. I was sad for her--everything is a constant reminder of what she can't do anymore.
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Post by Joxcee on Mar 27, 2007 20:39:49 GMT -5
I dread getting old. But what can ya do about it? Other than die young. And I don't want to do that either.
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Post by gams on Mar 28, 2007 8:31:51 GMT -5
You two are making me soooo envious - all this talk of gardening and those strawberries Q described in the Tavern. Dang it - it's like winter has returned here today, all cold and dreary.
But the daffodils are blooming. How can you see daffodils and not be cheered knowing spring is almost, (crossing fingers), ready to come and stay for a while.
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Post by Joxcee on Mar 28, 2007 17:47:02 GMT -5
It's a bit cooler here too. Not cool enough for the furnace, but also not warm enough to open windows either.
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Post by Quettalee on May 18, 2007 12:53:03 GMT -5
Well, sad days for mom. She had to have her little dog put to sleep yesterday. She had cancer really bad and had gotten to the point where it was uncomfortable for her to even lie down. Mom finally let her go yesterday. There is a vet down there that came to the house and took her, so at least mom didn't have to take her and leave her somewhere. Her heart is broken as bad as if it was one of us.
"Suzee" was a stray that a friend of mine found running buck-wild around his house about 12-13 years ago. I was getting ready to make a trip to mom's and I asked her if she was ready for a dog. She took Suzee and I don't think that dog ever left mom's side in all their years together except when mom was in the hospital. If mom left the house and left her home, she would chew up every mini blind she could reach. Not hard to imagine...Suzee loved her unconditionally and never gave her any sh!t. She slept with mom every night of her life and worshiped the ground she walked on. Mom returned that love by coddling her and waiting on her as if she were a child. She was a picky eater and I have seen Inez cook her a pork chop, chicken livers, chicken strips, and open a can of tuna--all in one day--trying to satisfy her tastes for that particular day.
Lloyd has been in the hospital a week and they are transferring him today to Valdosta for surgery--probably tomorrow. He is bad diabetic and of course doesn't take care of himself like he should, so about six months ago he developed an ulcer on his foot. Now he will lose that foot. Mom needs to be in the hospital herself, but is too stubborn because of Lloyd's delimma. More than likely she will end up sharing a room with him. I need to be there, but I have business this week that I must be in town for....damn! Real life sure can suck sometimes. An amusement park is the last place I want to be right now, but the girls will be so disappointed if we cancel.
Is there a hole somewhere for me to crawl into?
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Post by Joxcee on May 19, 2007 0:34:19 GMT -5
So sorry to hear things are going so badly. I know how you feel. My are with you and your family.
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Post by gams on May 19, 2007 6:37:40 GMT -5
If you find that hole, Q, I'll send down snacks, drinks, a rope and the use of my big guns to help pull you out when you're ready.
Take care - try to have a little fun this weekend at the amusement park; take your mind off things for a while. Roller-coasters - you can not help but laugh when riding those, and forget for a moment what ails your mind.
Throw your hands in the air. Scream a little. Just make sure you're buckled in tight for the bumpy ride.
Is that an analogy of some sort? I think so.
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Post by katmandu on May 20, 2007 22:34:30 GMT -5
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Post by Quettalee on May 21, 2007 11:58:52 GMT -5
Thank you all so much for sending all the love and prayers. Seems as if we just keep needing to pass it around our little circle here. Lloyd had surgery Saturday. They took his foot and leg up past the knee. He is in the hospital now and doing about as well as can be expected. Inez is actually doing better--but she always does when he is not at home trying to pull her in 50 different directions all day and night. I'll probably be leaving Saturday...maybe for two weeks. Not sure yet. That's about all I want to say in this thread right now...except, "thanks again".
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Post by Joxcee on May 21, 2007 19:35:59 GMT -5
You're very welcome.
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 15, 2007 10:49:13 GMT -5
Wow, I had to go to page two for this thread. I didn't even realize we had a page two. I let it fall because it has been too hard to find the good since I last posted here. Lloyd is, of course, gone on and I have been avoiding Inez--for more than a few reasons. I want to bring it up again because we had one of the best visits we have had since reuniting (after eight years) in '88, and one of the best "mother-daughter-bonding" visits than we have ever shared. Most of the time old people get stuck in a loop and retell the stories that light up their memories the most vividly. Inez is no different. I decided to try tweaking those memories in a few different directions this time and I was rewarded with some new stories...stories of making "yard brooms" (rakes) out of gallberry bushes and a somewhat painful memory of the last (and one of only two) "whippins" that she got from her daddy. I want to put those stories here...so I don't forget. If you can stand the ramble and it's not too Norman Rockwell for your tastes, read on. If not...well, that's OK too. I'll just keep them here for me...and Inez. It was very touching to listen as the cobwebs were briefly cleared for a time.
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 15, 2007 10:51:59 GMT -5
I want to see if I can find some pictures first, so I'll be back with my barding.
Stay tuned.
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Post by gams on Nov 15, 2007 12:01:14 GMT -5
Most definitely!!
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Post by katmandu on Nov 16, 2007 1:39:21 GMT -5
I want to put those stories here...so I don't forget. If you can stand the ramble and it's not too Norman Rockwell for your tastes, read on. If not...well, that's OK too. I'll just keep them here for me...and Inez. It was very touching to listen as the cobwebs were briefly cleared for a time. I second Gams, post away to your hearts content, I'll certainly be reading them with interest.
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 18, 2007 12:44:54 GMT -5
Well, I'm still looking for mom's old box of pictures...it sure was a lot easier keeping up with stuff when it was one instead of four...pfft.
I think there's one closet I haven't looked in yet...
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Post by Quettalee on Nov 21, 2007 9:09:00 GMT -5
Found the pics, waiting for someone to scan them on their computer for me...*sigh*.
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Post by Quettalee on May 11, 2008 15:28:28 GMT -5
I think I still may be waiting. Lol. I'll have to check when I'm at home. I haven't posted here in a minute. A lot of changes since the last time. The one most relevant here is that we finally got mom into assisted living about three weeks ago. Well "we" didn't. Two of mom's cousins took the reins after I so miserably failed when Mare and I were down there in March. She was mad as a hornet the entire two weeks it took them to do it and she went kicking and screaming for the most part, but she has had time to settle in and of course, it's so much better than it was and so much better for her than she could ever imagine. She is still not a well person--healthwise, but her mental state is ten times better. And she has friends...and dinner companions...and "more visitors than anyone in the place" according to her and the staff, so I am thankful. And I got to send her flowers! Mom is so practical, she has bound me to some silly promise for 30 years about not wasting my money on flowers. This year, I knew it was time. I called down there and told them what I wanted and who it was for...the only flower shop in town...and they said, "Oh yes, I know Ms. Inez...I used to trim Suzee for her." So I said, "Then you know how particular she is?" She assured me the flowers would be beautiful. They were delivered to her right at the dinnertable during lunch, so everyone got to see her get them. You have to know Inez like I do to appreciate that that $50 was the best money I will spend this year. It made her the "queen of the dining room"...and she never once said to me..."I told you not to waste your money on flowers, honey!"
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