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Wet Weekend

This weekend has been really wet up here in the Pacific Northwest so if we were having coffee, we would have to be indoors and definitely enjoy several cups of a beverage warm enough to keep our hands and throats toasty!

I’m babysitting the three grandkids while my daughter goes up to British Columbia. It was probably not the best weekend to go up there as they are driving and the weather is not great for driving or for enjoying a weekend away but you know how it is when you pre-plan and it’s not refundable. So they went.

The kids, for the most part, have been stuck inside. The saving grace for the two older boys is that they’ve made friends with kids from three different houses on the street and all three families have kids that are the ages of both of these boys (11 and 8). The ony one left out is Maya at 4 years old and the only girl. But that’s okay. I brought puzzles and bingo and some crafting things and have been keeping her busy, for the most part. She is exhausting, though.

I got my flu shot on Friday morning before coming to babysit. That’s good because I like to get it earlier in the season and hadn’t been able to get it. So I went in to the doctor on Friday and combined getting blood drawn for my metabolic panel with the flu shot. When the nurse gave me the shot, she didn’t give me any paper work. I’m used to being given a page with all the info on the shot and side effects, etc. I didn’t get that. Then, after injecting me, she said she had given me the “high dose” because I’m now over 65. I never knew there were different doses! She said, before she was even finished cleaning up the trash and her gloves, that I could go. So I left. I got to my daughter’s, they left, and about an hour later I developed a fever and felt really yucky. I took some ibuprofen for the pain then I looked up “high dose flu vaccine” and read that it is 4 times the regular dose due to the fact that many senior citizens a weakened immune system and/or have other illnesses that make it difficult to fight off the flu. That’s great. However, it also said that because of the high dosage, the patient should be kept in the clinic for observation of any allergic reaction that might develop. I wasn’t asked to stay. It also says that almost everyone has side effects including flu symptoms, and a sore arm. Great. I wish I had known that before the vaccine. It also said I am not supposed to take any pain reliever, not even over the counter, because it “weakens” the vaccine. Double great. I had already taken the ibuprofen and I took a prescription strength dose.

It has been an interesting weekend. Not feeling great. Having my three grandchildren plus an extra three here. And the rain and super high winds that are threatening to knock out the power (the lights keep flickering). But this too shall pass.

How has your weekend been? Stop in at the main sharing page to drop a link to your weekend share!

The Trouble With Cats

It’s when the cat, which is really a kitten, sees the front door open and makes a dash toward it to escape and doesn’t care that you are walking down the hall. Yeah. The darn cat toward the open door which happened to be behind me. I tried to avoid squishing him so I ended up falling flat on my face. This is the third fall in two weeks. I guess I’m heading into one of those periods when I fall often. A couple of years ago it was thirteen fall in a six month period, one in which I was badly injured.

It doesn’t help that I’m using a cane with a quad tip to help balance me. I still fall. I guess the tree in the forest is going to fall all you can do is yell “Timber”. That doesn’t keep it from falling, it just warns everyone. Like the darn cat!

The Movers

I’m sure everyone has had the experience of hearing people moving furniture and boxes and stuff around the room next door. In your house. In a hotel. In an office. In a school room. That sound of things bumping against each other and rubbing along the floor is so familiar. We all know when we hear those sounds that someone or something is on the move.

I hear it all the time. It’s not really unpleasant. I’m almost not aware of it until I realize that no one is around and that there can’t be anyone making those sounds. I’m used to it now. What is it? It’s in my head. No. Not going crazy, although that is probably also going on. It’s the sound I hear since my hearing has gone so bad that even screaming in my ear sounds like a whisper to me. It’s kind of ironic that I don’t hear sounds that are actually there but I do hear what isn’t.

It took me awhile to realize it was in my head. Years ago, like fifteen or more, I used to hear a kind of high pitched hum which I thought was the sound of the electricity going through the air. I started hearing it when I moved to Santa Rosa (California). It was withing a week of moving there so I equated it with the new location. I thought it was the power lines or something. Then I realized that no one else could hear it. Only me. It was in my ears. The specialist verified it. Tinnitus. Constant. And now it’s the moving sounds instead of the humming, although once in awhile the humming returns.

I’m not sure which I prefer. Humming or ringing. I don’t even have a choice. I get what my ears give me.

Well, the movers are getting louder right now so maybe I should try to distract myself. Ciao.

Let It Be

Today my brother would have been 71. He left us 3 days before his 60th birthday. Here’s a glimpse of my big brother.

Wasted Days And Wasted Nights

When I was growing up I was exposed to a wide variety of music at home.  As far back as I can remember, my parents played records of  music in Spanish and listened to Spanish language radio.  I learned to dance by putting my feet on top of my dad’s feet and having him move us to Mexican mariachi music and rancheras and later, to Tex-Mex.

As my brothers, who were all older than me, grew into their teen years in the 60’s, I grew to love their music.  I can still sing every word of every Sonny and Cher song and I still blast the Beach Boys from the radio in the car and at home.  Then came the music question of the 60’sRollingStones or Beatles?

Our house was split.  Richard, the middle brother was strictly a RollingStones kind of guy.  Carlos, the oldest, was a…

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After yesterday’s weekend coffee share post and thinking about my Aunt Joy, my memories started flooding my mind. Just a little bit ago, totally by accident, I came across an old post that brought me a huge smile. So this is a repost of a memoir piece I posted in 2008. I hope you smile with me.

One year on Easter, when I was about eight years old, we went to my Aunt Joy and Uncle Joe’s house for a barbecue in the mid-afternoon.  As we did every year, we took our Easter baskets with us wherever we went, including to their house.  After a while, my aunt told us we should put our baskets in her bedroom so we could play without having to worry about our baskets and all of our stuff falling out.  She took them to her bedroom for us.

Later, we asked our mom if we could have a candy from our baskets and she said we could.  We were good.  We knew from experience that one candy meant ONE candy so we took only one.  I remember thinking that our baskets weren’t as full as they should be but I just took my one candy and went outside, as did my sisters.

We played and we ate and instead of having cake for dessert, we asked if we could have a candy from our baskets and once again, we were told we could.  When we went to my aunt’s room to get our candy, most of our candy was gone.  We hadn’t taken it.  We looked to see if it had fallen out but there was no sign of our candy.  When we went back outside, we told our mom and she said we had probably taken more than one when we were supposed to take only one.  We hadn’t.

Later, when it was time to leave for home, there were no candies left in our baskets.  We hadn’t been inside the house in a long time and there had been candy left in our baskets then.  No one had gone inside, except my aunt.  My mom investigated.  She believed us but she couldn’t very well say my Aunt Joy had taken it.   My mom went outside and told my father that we had eaten all our candy.  My father got mad at us and then my aunt spoke up and said she had taken some of our candy because we had so much.  She liked candy, she said, and she didn’t get any because there were no kids in her house so she had taken “one or two” of our candies from each basket.  There were four of us girls there and all the candy was gone from all of our baskets!  Yup, she had taken “one or two”!

I remind Aunt Joy from time to time and we laugh about it.  When I go to her house for Easter, I take her a basket of her very own candy and we laugh!  I’m going to be near her house today so I’m thinking of putting some of the left over candy in a little basket for her and dropping them off.  I hope she’s there so I can laugh with her!  Who said Easter candy is only for kids?!

This is part of #TheWeeklySmile blog linkup hosted by Trent. Check out his post and write one of your own if so inclined!

Joy –#WeekendCoffeeShare

If we were having coffee, I would be out of sorts and once we got settled and comfy, I would probably start telling you about my favorite aunt, Joy.

When I was little, around four, my uncle who lived with us, got a new girlfriend that lived down the street from us. He met her when my mom sent him to Maio’s Market, on the corner, for a dinner ingredient. When we walked by the house where Joy lived, she was outside. That was the beginning of a year sixty year marriage. He brought her to the house to meet us and to meet my mom. My mom was ten years older than my uncle and had practically raised him as she cared for him when my grandmother was at work. So she was very protective of her little brother. Aunt Joy and my mom didn’t get along at first and even once they came to appreciate each other and truly care for one another, there were some rough times, mostly due to “boundaries” perceived and real.

I felt a special bond with her, even in the early days. My middle name is Joy and when I found out that her real name was not Joy, I asked her why she used that as her name. She answered that she hated her given name, Jovita. And one day, while washing dishes as part of her chores, she looked at the bottle of dish washing liquid and decided she would from then on be called Joy, like the soap.

I really liked Aunt Joy. I would go visit her, even before they were married. And I kind of shadowed her when she came to visit my uncle. Later, she took very good care of us, driving across town when my mother was in the hospital and I was having a lot of pain. She helped me and brought medicine and stayed until I felt better and my brothers were home from school.

When I went to college and my parents moved from San Jose in California to Orange County, I spent a lot of time with my aunt. They lived about a half hour from Palo Alto where I attended college. I spent weekends with them and holidays. That’s when she taught me one of the most important things in my life. Volunteering. I went along with her to deliver cupcakes or cookies to my cousins’ classrooms for their parties. I learned about Girl Scouts and Cub Scouts and going on field trips with the kids’ classes. I went along with her to help at church craft fairs and other fundraisers. I asked her once why she did all of that. My mom hadn’t done any of that so it seemed different to me. She explained that we always have a duty to help out whenever we can, especially with schools and youth groups and churches because they don’t have a lot of money or a lot of help. That stayed with me and when I became a mom, I started volunteering as soon as my kids got to pre-school. I never stopped. Class mom, field trip chaperone, den mother for Cub Scouts, troop leader for Girl Scouts. Fundraising chair at the elementary school. PTA president. Foundation President. I still volunteer (well not since the pandemic shut everything and everyone down last March) at the grandkids’ schools.

She taught me so much. She was like a second mom. I’ve always thought of her as one of the five most influential people in my life.

She died yesterday.

I am deeply saddened. I cannot be there to honor her or memorialize her as I am very high risk and not vaccinated yet. It would be too big of a risk. And then there is the money involved. So I can’t. Instead, I will share with others, as I’ve shared here with you. I’ll continue to sip my tea and think about her and just talk to her spirit.

For more #weekendcoffeeshare posts, please visit Natalie the Explorer and, if you are so inclined, please write your own coffee share post and link up here.

She Should Have Known

She had been beyond thrilled to receive the beautiful bouquet of roses from her husband. She had told him repeatedly throughout their twenty years together. Her favorite flower was the rose. Each occasion that might have prompted flowers, she anticipated the roses. They never came. Until now. She was ecstatic. She called him at work to thank him. When his secretary answered, she had asked if Mona had liked the roses she had picked out for her. Her heart sank. She should have know she wasn’t important enough for him to pick them out for her. She should have known.

100 words

last-rose-dale.

This post is in answer to the prompt post by Rochelle in Friday Fictioneers.  Visit Rochelle here.

Dirty — #WeeklySmile

It has been a long week and I was having trouble finding a smile to share. Then yesterday, as I drive to pickup some items from my Buy Nothing group, it but me!

As I drove around, I came across lots of snow. It wasn’t the pretty white snow we see in pictures. It was the kind that has been sitting around and shoveled and pushed aside. The ugly, dirty snow.

That’s not what made me smile. It was a memory. My oldest grandchild, Anderson, is almost 11. When he was just shy of 4, we had a big snow storm. It was the first time he got to go out and play in it. He loved it. When it all melted, he was sad and asked to get it back. He didn’t write understand why we couldn’t deliver in that wish.

One day, after roads were cleared, I took him to the store with me. There was as mountain of dirty snow in the parking lot where they had pulled it up to clear parking spaces. He didn’t recognize it as snow. It was that dirty. When I told him it was snow that was all dirty, he got so excited and asked me, “Can we take it home and wash it so I can play in it?!”

That’s what made me smile when I saw mountains of dirty snow!

Visit Trent to read more weekly smiles and maybe you will want to share one.

If we were having coffee, it would have to be decaf because it’s after 6 in the evening! I’m running late and for no good reason.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you about how yesterday turned out to be a stay in and do nothing day. I streamed Army Wives all day. I’ve seen the whole series several times but I’m currently binging on it again.

It was a day to just forget everything and pamper myself. I don’t do that often enough. So I did it yesterday.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that I debated whether to write this post it a Weekly Smile post. I’m running to get back into a habit of doing both so I decided to write this one and try to write the other in a couple of hours.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that this week I ordered tea steepers so I can enjoy my loose teas. Somehow I ended up with none so I had to get more. I found some cute ones on Amazon that are silicone tea bags. They look just like a tea bag but they open up and you can put in your loose tea then steep it. Those will be good for starters because it’s a set of six and they were very inexpensive. Later I’ll get something different. But these will do for now. And with 6, It’s okay if I lose one!

If we were having coffee, I think I would cut it short so I can get to another post. I’m slow with the WordPress interface. It’s very different from when I was blogging regularly and it takes me awhile to actually post it once it’s finished!

Until next time, I’m steeping tea and trying to get this posted!

This post is part of the weekend coffee share hosted by Natalie. Visit the inlinkz page to find more weekend coffee share posts!

Next?

Now that the storm is over, it’s time to go home. That prospect is not one I look forward to. Once I get home, I have to deal with driving through the mobile home park all the way go the back where my house is and none of it is plowed. Then I have go deal with emptying the fridge and dumping the food that spoiled as the power was out there. Of course, I had just filled the fridge and freezer the day before the storm. Then I have to see about getting some food. I don’t go to stores because of Covid. And, I only have EBT and stores are currently taking only cash because many functions are still down. Much of the area is still without power and I hear gas stations are still not able to use their pumps. While my house does have power, it’s mighty cold in there. I have only space heaters and they don’t come back Kim after a power outage still they have been out for about five days.

This will be made even more interesting by the fact that I have great difficulty moving about, even with my quad tip cane. None of these issues is insurmountable. They will just be difficulty and require time, patience, and pain pills. I’m lucky. Some in that area have not had heat, electricity, or running water for four days with a rest oral date estimate of next week!

And there’s another storm developing for late next week.