Thursday, March 15, 2012
The lock out
It was an on the go day at work. 4:30 comes and everyone else is done for the day. I work until 6:00 so I only have to work 4 days a week. We lock the doors and put the phone on night as we are closed for that time. About 5:45 I remember that I did not get my mileage when I got back from one of the nursing homes I visit. So I grabbed my car keys (office keys not on this key ring) and out the door I go to my car forgetting all about the door being locked. So here I am locked out. My purse and cell phone still in the office. So I know there are windows that do not lock and there are chairs on a screen porch, maybe I can go in through the window. But no, they are too high to get into from the chair. A neighbor lady is going for a walk. She suggests I try a lower window and I know this window has a lock on it but hope that maybe it didn't get locked but it was locked. She let me use her cell phone and I called Lark and let him know I wouldn't be home on time. I asked him if maybe he could bring a ladder down that I could get in the window but then asked him to look up a co-workers phone number for me. But could not remember the last name of a co-worker that lived in town. Brain is not functioning well at this point. So I told him I was going to walk to her house. Then all at once it came to me. I have car keys in my hand and a car so why don't I drive there. So I told him that I was going to go see if I could get keys from her. I wasn't sure which house was hers and hoped that her car would be out, but it wasn't. After several times up and down her street (and probably causing anyone out to worry about this strange car going slowly up and down their street) I decided to try the cutest house on the street. And sure enough it was the right house. Borrowed her key and back to the office. Turned off my computer, gathered my things and left for the weekend. Desk still a mess from the week but I did put papers in piles so it looked a little better. Feeling brain drained. Called Lark and told him I was on my way, returned the key and drove home. Oh what a day!
Mom
My mom went from this world to being in her heavenly home on Feb 26th. I'm so greatful for a mother that loved God and raised her children to love God. There were times that I didn't appreaciate the disapline as I grew up but now I know that it was for my good. She was a good influence on me. I think everyday I have something that I want to call and tell you.
Mom, I love you and you are missed.
Mom, I love you and you are missed.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Observations at a high school basketball game
Away game for high school basketball. When you go to a game as a visitor they don't give much room for you to sit. So when you arive you are probably not going to find as good of a seat you would have if it was a home game. So we find seats 3 rows up in the top section above a railing. We aren't there long when we realize that there is a big sign on the railing marking most of the lower set of bleachers as being reserved seating. This sign blocks about half of one end of the court. But at least no one else wants to sit there so we do not have anyone directly in front of us or with their knees in our backs. We missed a lot of the action though.
Next observation was all these teen agers and some younger that are constantly going out. Which makes you miss a little more of the action. If you are going to come to a game sit down and watch it. After all you would have paid $5 to get in. 3 of these girls had dolls that they were probably needing to take care of like a baby for a class in school. So they were in and out over and over carrying around these dolls. Often holding a bottle to it's mouth and trying to go up and down the bleachers, holding the doll in a way that it's sensors would not put a bad mark for them.
Then close to the end of the game a man that could barely walk come down from up about 6 or 7 rows in the bleacher. With about 3 or 4 people helping him I was still nervous that we would see him fall. We wondered how did he get up there and why would you go up that high when you can just barely walk. I don't want to get old. But when I do I sure hope I have enough sense if I'm going to go where there is bleachers I'm going to sit on the bottom. Even if half of the court is blocked by the big sign on the railing below you.
Next observation was all these teen agers and some younger that are constantly going out. Which makes you miss a little more of the action. If you are going to come to a game sit down and watch it. After all you would have paid $5 to get in. 3 of these girls had dolls that they were probably needing to take care of like a baby for a class in school. So they were in and out over and over carrying around these dolls. Often holding a bottle to it's mouth and trying to go up and down the bleachers, holding the doll in a way that it's sensors would not put a bad mark for them.
Then close to the end of the game a man that could barely walk come down from up about 6 or 7 rows in the bleacher. With about 3 or 4 people helping him I was still nervous that we would see him fall. We wondered how did he get up there and why would you go up that high when you can just barely walk. I don't want to get old. But when I do I sure hope I have enough sense if I'm going to go where there is bleachers I'm going to sit on the bottom. Even if half of the court is blocked by the big sign on the railing below you.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Following a GPS
I can't stay silent forever. I know it has been since April 7th for a new post. But here I am.
My daughter Jennifer has been wanting a GPS for a while. She has really thought it would be good since she has moved to California and getting around in areas new to her. I had heard stories of people having one having it lead them out into the desert someplace or things like that. I thought it would be good to try one out since she thought they were so helpful. So I bought one and decided to try it out going to a ladies retreat about 4 hours from home. I've been at this retreat often but take different ways to get there and was not sure what way was best. I often picked up Heather and took her along so I needed to go through Lafayette, but this time she wasn't going, thanks to Randy deciding he needed to have a birthday that day. So I was not sure what way I wanted to go to get there. We had tried the GPS out just going to and from church one night and it took us a different way coming home then going. It also had us go past the highway that comes into our town to a county road a quarter mile farther out of the way. So when I was going to leave for the retreat I decided I'm going to do what the GPS told me no matter how much I disagreed with it. I am a rebel down deep and this can be hard.
To start with I had to pick up a prescription on the way in Warsaw, so I waited until I was leaving the drug store to set it. I put the address in for the hotel I was staying at. First thing off it wanted me to make a left turn out of the drug store and it was over the noon hour on a Friday and there is no way you are going to make a left turn out of there at that time of the day, so right off I'm going against what it is telling me to do. I went to the next corner and turned left again to go around the block. It says it is recalibrating so I thought we'll do what it says. It took me a block farther then needed and then had me come back again. So I was already wondering how many times it was going to take me out of the way that I did not know about. But I was now on my way. It took me south down SR 15, not what I expected but, ok. As I was driving and obeying this little box on my windshield, I thought I am really putting a lot of confidence in this thing to get me where I needed to go. I didn't know how it was going to get me there. I only knew how many miles I was supposed to drive before I made another turn. It told me what way I was going to need to turn and gave me the name of the road. But after that I didn't know how it was going to lead me. Then it didn't always use the name you would think it should use. It had me turn onto SR115 but it said to turn on CR 400. But when I got to 400, it was the county road that went east at the corner that 115 went SW. It gave street names instead of the HWY numbers through cities. It took me through Lafayette even though I didn't need to stop there this time. It didn't take the way through that Heather and Randy who live there would have said was best to go, but it got me through. There was a detour on 25 that once I turned off of how it wanted me to go it recalculated and took me down some little narrow county roads but then back on the highway again. Silly thing!
I was thinking along the way that following this GPS was sort of like following where God leads us. Only God doesn't make mistakes and I think this GPS does. But I had to be willing to give up what I thought was best and do what the GPS told me to do. Through life when we give up what we want and go where God leads us we will make it to the goal. Just like with the GPS we don't always know how God will lead us. It is not how we always think. Unlike the GPS though God knows where the detours will be. With the GPS it recalculated when I went off of the route it chose for me. God already knows when I'm going to do that and has a plan for that. He doesn't need to recalculate. It grieves him when I go off of his route for me. The GPS can get pretty demanding and I feel that I am being nagged at.
I'm not sure if I am a GPS kind of person. I like to have my route all planned ahead of time when I have somewhere I need to be in a certain amount of time. It takes some faith to trust that this little box is going to get me there. I don't think it will work well on little trips where we are being more spontaneous either. I enjoyed a trip that Jenn and I made this summer when she was home for a month. We went to the Creation Museum and on the way home we took a side trip to Metamora and then she took over the map and found there was another Milford. Maybe a GPS would have helped us find it as it wasn't on any highways. And getting back to the highway would have been less of a challenge, but I enjoyed the adventure. She was worried I think. She thought we needed the GPS then.
It was interesting as I had been writing this and had to leave it part way done to go have lunch with a dear friend that I went past a church with a message board out front that said:
GPS, stands for Gods Plan of Salvation. The best route. What timing.
My daughter Jennifer has been wanting a GPS for a while. She has really thought it would be good since she has moved to California and getting around in areas new to her. I had heard stories of people having one having it lead them out into the desert someplace or things like that. I thought it would be good to try one out since she thought they were so helpful. So I bought one and decided to try it out going to a ladies retreat about 4 hours from home. I've been at this retreat often but take different ways to get there and was not sure what way was best. I often picked up Heather and took her along so I needed to go through Lafayette, but this time she wasn't going, thanks to Randy deciding he needed to have a birthday that day. So I was not sure what way I wanted to go to get there. We had tried the GPS out just going to and from church one night and it took us a different way coming home then going. It also had us go past the highway that comes into our town to a county road a quarter mile farther out of the way. So when I was going to leave for the retreat I decided I'm going to do what the GPS told me no matter how much I disagreed with it. I am a rebel down deep and this can be hard.
To start with I had to pick up a prescription on the way in Warsaw, so I waited until I was leaving the drug store to set it. I put the address in for the hotel I was staying at. First thing off it wanted me to make a left turn out of the drug store and it was over the noon hour on a Friday and there is no way you are going to make a left turn out of there at that time of the day, so right off I'm going against what it is telling me to do. I went to the next corner and turned left again to go around the block. It says it is recalibrating so I thought we'll do what it says. It took me a block farther then needed and then had me come back again. So I was already wondering how many times it was going to take me out of the way that I did not know about. But I was now on my way. It took me south down SR 15, not what I expected but, ok. As I was driving and obeying this little box on my windshield, I thought I am really putting a lot of confidence in this thing to get me where I needed to go. I didn't know how it was going to get me there. I only knew how many miles I was supposed to drive before I made another turn. It told me what way I was going to need to turn and gave me the name of the road. But after that I didn't know how it was going to lead me. Then it didn't always use the name you would think it should use. It had me turn onto SR115 but it said to turn on CR 400. But when I got to 400, it was the county road that went east at the corner that 115 went SW. It gave street names instead of the HWY numbers through cities. It took me through Lafayette even though I didn't need to stop there this time. It didn't take the way through that Heather and Randy who live there would have said was best to go, but it got me through. There was a detour on 25 that once I turned off of how it wanted me to go it recalculated and took me down some little narrow county roads but then back on the highway again. Silly thing!
I was thinking along the way that following this GPS was sort of like following where God leads us. Only God doesn't make mistakes and I think this GPS does. But I had to be willing to give up what I thought was best and do what the GPS told me to do. Through life when we give up what we want and go where God leads us we will make it to the goal. Just like with the GPS we don't always know how God will lead us. It is not how we always think. Unlike the GPS though God knows where the detours will be. With the GPS it recalculated when I went off of the route it chose for me. God already knows when I'm going to do that and has a plan for that. He doesn't need to recalculate. It grieves him when I go off of his route for me. The GPS can get pretty demanding and I feel that I am being nagged at.
I'm not sure if I am a GPS kind of person. I like to have my route all planned ahead of time when I have somewhere I need to be in a certain amount of time. It takes some faith to trust that this little box is going to get me there. I don't think it will work well on little trips where we are being more spontaneous either. I enjoyed a trip that Jenn and I made this summer when she was home for a month. We went to the Creation Museum and on the way home we took a side trip to Metamora and then she took over the map and found there was another Milford. Maybe a GPS would have helped us find it as it wasn't on any highways. And getting back to the highway would have been less of a challenge, but I enjoyed the adventure. She was worried I think. She thought we needed the GPS then.
It was interesting as I had been writing this and had to leave it part way done to go have lunch with a dear friend that I went past a church with a message board out front that said:
GPS, stands for Gods Plan of Salvation. The best route. What timing.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The good, bad and the ugly
Wow, I can't believe how long it has been since I have blogged. A lot has gone on since Jan. We went on a cruise in Jan and I learned more yet about how much I just need to live on a cruise ship. I am so relaxed that I actually lose weight, my blood sugars are real good and I eat all I want to eat. Even with a waiter that brings us extra food because we do not order what he suggests. He brings us what we order plus what he wants us to try. And I still come home with a 5 lb loss. It just goes to show what stress does to me. Or I guess what the lack of would do for me. But I guess I can't stay on a ship. Maybe I could get insurance to pay for it as it is benifitial to my health. Wouldn't that be fantastic. I guess I am only dreaming though. Ok that is the good.
For the bad, my mom had a heart attack over the weekend and ended up staying in the hospital until Monday and they did a cathertization with the idea that if they could open up the blockages when they were in there they would. Well they couldn't so she had by-pass surgery today. They did 3 by-passes. She is doing very well but is very uncomfortable. I hate seeing my mom like this. Plus some where in all of this I am feeling sort of responsible for some strange reason, like I should have seen if there was another treatment for this. I know there wasn't, but I feel like I was taking my small child in for some kind of painful medical procedure. I don't know where these feelings are coming from. I know they are a sort of off the wall. But it is tough to see this precious almost 80 year old lady that is so strong and spunky down like this. I know she will get better and be back to her old self soon, I just am very impatient. She has so many people praying for her and that helps so much. She is doing so well for all that she has been through, they couldn't hope for her to do any better. God is so good. We know that he makes no mistakes and that he uses all things together for good. Mom has a tough time ahead of her in the coming days, but God is with her and will give her strength.
So for the ugly, I guess there really isn't any. God is so good.
For the bad, my mom had a heart attack over the weekend and ended up staying in the hospital until Monday and they did a cathertization with the idea that if they could open up the blockages when they were in there they would. Well they couldn't so she had by-pass surgery today. They did 3 by-passes. She is doing very well but is very uncomfortable. I hate seeing my mom like this. Plus some where in all of this I am feeling sort of responsible for some strange reason, like I should have seen if there was another treatment for this. I know there wasn't, but I feel like I was taking my small child in for some kind of painful medical procedure. I don't know where these feelings are coming from. I know they are a sort of off the wall. But it is tough to see this precious almost 80 year old lady that is so strong and spunky down like this. I know she will get better and be back to her old self soon, I just am very impatient. She has so many people praying for her and that helps so much. She is doing so well for all that she has been through, they couldn't hope for her to do any better. God is so good. We know that he makes no mistakes and that he uses all things together for good. Mom has a tough time ahead of her in the coming days, but God is with her and will give her strength.
So for the ugly, I guess there really isn't any. God is so good.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Brrrrrr!!!!!! It's cold
It was -20 at 9am this morning. I don't know if that was the low or if it was even colder. But I think that is cold enough. That was even before you considered any windchill. At 3 pm it is still -3. The only hope is that they say it should be up in the teens tomorrow. Even with a well insulated house I still feel the cold coming off of the walls. I would hate to think what it would be like in here if we had never insulated and put in new windows and furnace and stuff over the years. I sit around with my long underwear on and covered up in a nice heavy blanket, feeling pretty good and then I have a hot flash. Throw off the blanket take off my husbands heavy socks that I have been wearing around the house this winter, then when it passes I'm cold again. I usually only wear a sweatshirt when I go out and carry a heavy coat in my trunk for just in case I get stuck out somewhere. For the last 3 days I have been using the heavy coat. Hopefully tomorrow or probably more like the next day I can go back to my sweatshirt. So much for Global warming. I have always thought that was a bunch of bull anyway. Even if someone got an award for his efforts to stop it.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I think I have Alzheimer's.
I think I've started with early signs of dementia. I have felt that for a long time I forget too much but it is really getting bad. I told my husband that he needs to start checking things out for me and not count on my mind to make sure all things are going right.
On the 20th Jenn was flying home and after a lot of delays she was coming in to O'hare at 1:30 am. We got there and her flight was not on the board. After looking all over for someone to ask about her flight she called and said she was on the ground. I asked her if she was at O'hare. I was so worried that I had messed up and went to the wrong airport. But this time I was right but really doubted myself. I was afraid that we were going to have to make a run for Indy at that hour of the morning after driving all the way to Chicago in some pretty nasty and cold weather. Then today we get her to the airport to fly to Greenville to see her friends over New Years and I forgot the print out again with the flight information. I was sure she was on United. We were getting there in plenty of time for how it usually is with American where you can walk right up to a self check in and in a few minutes you have your boarding pass and they have put the tag on your bag and your off to security. Well with United there was long lines waiting to get to the self check in or an agent. We knew that time was going to be close. When she finally got to up there we could not get her flight to come up. She used the phone there for assistance and they did not have her on a flight. Starting to panic, I did get an agent that was helping people get in the right line and stuff to go and check out her flight as I did have the flight number. She came back and said it was US Air instead of United and that we needed to go down 2 more buildings. So out we went and headed for her terminal. Luckily when we got there you could walk right up to the self check in. When she got her bag checked it was already time for her plane to be boarding. She had a little wait in security but she did make it to her gate in time that she did not miss her plane. So all worked out, but what will I goof up next.
Just don't anyone count on me for anything too important.
On the 20th Jenn was flying home and after a lot of delays she was coming in to O'hare at 1:30 am. We got there and her flight was not on the board. After looking all over for someone to ask about her flight she called and said she was on the ground. I asked her if she was at O'hare. I was so worried that I had messed up and went to the wrong airport. But this time I was right but really doubted myself. I was afraid that we were going to have to make a run for Indy at that hour of the morning after driving all the way to Chicago in some pretty nasty and cold weather. Then today we get her to the airport to fly to Greenville to see her friends over New Years and I forgot the print out again with the flight information. I was sure she was on United. We were getting there in plenty of time for how it usually is with American where you can walk right up to a self check in and in a few minutes you have your boarding pass and they have put the tag on your bag and your off to security. Well with United there was long lines waiting to get to the self check in or an agent. We knew that time was going to be close. When she finally got to up there we could not get her flight to come up. She used the phone there for assistance and they did not have her on a flight. Starting to panic, I did get an agent that was helping people get in the right line and stuff to go and check out her flight as I did have the flight number. She came back and said it was US Air instead of United and that we needed to go down 2 more buildings. So out we went and headed for her terminal. Luckily when we got there you could walk right up to the self check in. When she got her bag checked it was already time for her plane to be boarding. She had a little wait in security but she did make it to her gate in time that she did not miss her plane. So all worked out, but what will I goof up next.
Just don't anyone count on me for anything too important.
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