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Good morning. It has been a bit since I wrote a coffee share post or even a post. I’m not in much of a mood to write these days. Come on in and sit an maybe I can explain over a cup of coffee or tea.

Today is the last day of winter but the next ten days in our forecast here in Oregon show we are getting more of the heavy rains we have been having. Already, since October 1, we have outdone ourselves with respect to rain. We have reached our yearly total in just five and a half months. And that was last week. It has rained all week so we’re over our yearly total. It has made it a tough winter. The rain, cold, and wind have kept me indoors most of the winter. No walks out on the trails (they are all mud now). No shopping because I don’t like going in the rain and because there’s no money with which to shop. It’s depressing staying indoors. At one point, recently, I went four weeks without leaving the house. Hopefully within the next couple of weeks our rain will give us some breaks so I can get out.

Then there was the deaths of a couple of friends recently. That has me depressed, too. And I have health problems of my own. I’ve pretty much figured out that the main problem is my diabetes. No insurance equals no doctor equals no medicine. So my fasting sugar is pretty much sky high. I am constantly thirsty. Thirsty as in drinking a 22 ounce glass of water every ten minutes because I am just parched. That’s not good. That much water screws up a lot of things. Then I have problems waking up. I usually have problems sleeping now I have problems waking up. I seem to be able to sleep all day and all night. I can sleep for six to eight hours and then wake up for just a few minutes and then I can’t stay awake again. And the night sweats. When I wake up I am soaked in sweat. All symptoms of diabetes gone awry. There is a free clinic that I can apply to and if they accept me, I can get an appointment. I’m going to try to push myself to apply. I have to get some medical attention. I also have sores that won’t heal and that can also be related to the diabetes but it can also be something else. I need to get a diagnosis. And the depression itself is a symptom of the diabetes, as well. It seems that the main thing to get treated right now is the diabetes. That’s the key. If I can get that treated, then other symptoms can be sorted out.

This all sounds awful and I have not wanted to write about it because it’s so depressing but I figured I kind of owe people an explanation.

I don’t seem to be able to focus on much these days. I’m trying.

Tell me what is new with you. Give me something to concentrate on, even if only for a few minutes. I really need to pull myself up as much as I can because if I don’t, I end up falling back into the not caring about anything or anyone, not even myself. So give me something to think about. Help me pull myself up.

#WeekendCoffeeShare is a weekly blog link up hosted by Emily at Nerd In the Brain. Go check it out!

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If we were having coffee, we would, once again be indoors and bundled up against the cold and wet. I believe it snowed earlier today but didn’t stick. Tomorrow has a similar forecast. Come on in and get comfy. This isn’t one of the easier posts to write.

I love #WeekendCoffeeShare. I love reading them and writing them. However, this week has been rather strange as things come to a head here. I haven’t written too much about it, at least not here. My daughter and family are going through a particularly difficult financial time. Her husband was working for someone who had been contracted by a major company. So they paid the contractor and he was supposed to pay Chris. It worked okay until he stopped paying him last October. He seems to be having his own financial problems so he has stopped paying, making $50 to $100 payments once in a great while. So this means my daughter’s family is beyond broke. I have helped as much as I can but my regular readers will remember that I have no income right now and am living on the tiny bit of savings I have left which will pay rent for another couple of months then will be gone. So I can’t help them financially. This month, it looks like they won’t make rent. Oregon has a 72 hour eviction time frame. So if they can’t pay the rent by the end of the grace period on the 5th, the eviction process will begin. That means that because they have no place to put it, they will also lose all of their furniture, clothes, all their possessions. It’s tough enough for adults to go through this but there is also an almost 7 year old, a 3 year old and a 2 week old baby. I can almost not function trying to think about what will happen next week.

In the midst of this darkness, I have been reminded that people care. I posted a link to my daughter’s crowd sourcing page on Facebook and people have been sharing it and donating. In fact several of you have donated. It warms my heart to know that you care and that you are trying to help. Thank you to each one of you. It has not gone unnoticed. I’ll keep sharing the link on Facebook in hopes that others will see it and respond by donating and/or sharing on their feed. [I can’t post the link here because this is a free wordpress blog so they will delete it as it violates terms for free blogs.]

It has been a rather quiet week for me. I’ve not been feeling well so I have been mostly in bed. Anderson has come over for school but we do our work then he cuddles up in my bedroom to watch TV (they couldn’t pay the internet bill so they don’t have TV right now). He stays for the rest of the day while I either nap next to him or come to the living room to do some blogging. I haven’t left the house except to go tutor last Thursday. I’m just so exhausted. I know part of it is the stress but I am also physically exhausted from not being well. On Saturday I slept all day…all day. I didn’t actually wake up until almost 7 last night. Today was a little bit better, having slept in only until 11. But now I am feeling like I need to nap or at least rest a bit.

This week I will continue to try to help them figure out how to get the rent money. I am not sure when the crowd sourcing campaign is over but I believe they don’t get any of the money until it is over. Right now they are at half of what they have asked for. Crossing fingers more comes in this week. I will also try to keep up with the blogging. It has brought smiles to my face when I have been able to post and do some reading. Those that I haven’t visited, I will get to you. I might only give a LIKE but I will read your blog (some of you don’t have a LIKE options so that makes it difficult to let you know I’ve been there!).

Not a lot of reading has happened here, at least not besides any blog reading. I did stream a movie last night that I enjoyed. It is called “Papa” and is about Ernest Hemingway in Cuba. I think it was Netflix but could have been Amazon. Sometimes they are all the same to me.

Let me know what you are up to. Any shows or movies to recommend? Books? How’s your weather?

#WeekendCoffeeShare is a weekly blog link-up hosted by Emily at Nerd In the Brain. Come on over and check it out.

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The best thing this week…holding this little one in my arms.

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It’s a sick weekend for me so our coffee would absolutely have to be virtual this weekend.

On Saturday I babysat the boys and the girl! Not for long. They’re mom and dad had to go get some food so I stayed with the kiddos! The baby is absolutely precious. Hardly a peep out of her. Anderson was actually still asleep most of the time then got up and went to his dad’s office to play Minecraft and I didn’t even know it, he was so quiet. Spencer on the other hand is always some kind of trouble. Nothing terrible yesterday but he kept me on the move.

I came home and went to bed. I’ve had a sharp pain in my side for almost two weeks. At first it was intermittent but the last more than a week it has been non stop. I didn’t know what it was. My daughter, after watching me move hunched over and grimacing, asked why. I told her why. In fact I had told her several times but in the commotion of the baby’s arrival and her post op troubles she didn’t take note. So I explained where the pain was and what kind of pain and she showed me her scar from her gall bladder surgery and said it sounds like that’s the issue with me. The type of pain and the location, that is. And it also reminded me that when I had my big surgery in 2015, my gall bladder was inflamed but they couldn’t remove it in the same incision because the don’t have good end results when they do that, too many infections. So now I think maybe that’s it. She told me to drink apple cider vinegar mixed with apple juice. I don’t have apple cider vinegar and I am not up to going to the store. Early this morning I decided to try the apple juice. It helped tremendously. Its a lot better now. Yay!

Emily over at Nerd In the Brain is hosting #WeekendCoffeeShare for the first time this week. Her post this week was about a bothersome safety incident at her daughter’s school in which the school did nothing to notify the parents of the issue. If you haven’t done so, go take a look. She asked if any Readers had similar experiences. I do. Instead of commenting there, I am writing them up here. I think I may have written about one of them previously but in a different context.

When my son entered middle school, it was kind of a scary time. Up until that point he had been in his neighborhood school with students that I knew; teachers I knew; and parents that were very involved, as I was. When they moved on to middle school, there were kids from three other elementary schools, one of which was not the best in the area. My son, I figured, would do fine. He was a model student and had not ever gotten into trouble. We had the talk about being careful to trust kids that we didn’t know and taking it slow in making new friends. The first week was fine. He was happy at the new school and had retained most of his old friends and made a couple of new ones. Then the first Friday of the school year I picked him up and he wasn’t himself. He said he had a note for me from the Principal. I asked what happened and he said it was better if I took car pool home and we talked about it at home. Finally at home, he took the letter out of his backpack and handed it over. Apparently, some boy had taken a gun to school in his backpack and although he had not brandished it, the backpack had fallen out of the locker during P.E. and had discharged. No one had been hurt. The boy had been taken into custody by Police. A search had been made of the locker room and everyone had been questioned. There were no other guns. No one else was involved. That was the note to everyone. It had happened about 60 minutes before dismissal and they had handled it beautifully, including the letter to all parents. There was an additional note asking me to call the Principal. I asked my son if he was involved and he said yes. It was in his P.E. class, just a few feet away from him. I called the Principal, shaking as I dialed, and I was afraid to hear how my son had been involved. No need. He wanted to praise me for raising my son to be honest and forthcoming, even when it might not be a popular move. It appears that my son was the only one that identified the boy with the  gun in his backpack, even though many others knew who it had been. My son was the only one to speak up and say what had happened and whose backpack it was. Yay! Yay for my son! But also I think it was a wonderful move for the Principal to notify all parents immediately.

The second incident was years later. My son was in college and his sister had been having a lot of problems at school so I pulled her out to do homeschooling at the end of the first semester of grade twelve. I had her at home with me when I got a phone call from another parent. She thought I might know what was going on. She said the whole school area was surrounded by police and there was a helicopter circling the area. The streets were closed. It had been this way for hours. I didn’t know but I told her I would make some calls and find out what I could. I had worked in the district and knew a lot of the people at that high school. One friend in particular would tell me what was going on, I was sure. I called, dialing her extension directly because the switchboard was not putting any calls through. My friend, whispering during the entire call, confirmed that something was going on. There was an armed woman in the apartment building directly across the street from the school entrance gate. She had appeared when school was starting, gun in hand, threatening to shoot students. When school security arrived, she ran back to her apartment and barricaded herself. School gates had been locked and police called. School continued as if normal, with the kids being allowed to move freely on campus throughout the day. No notice had been given to parents. It had been kept off of television. But my friend said all kids were safe and would be dismissed at regular times, even if police escorts were needed. The school day ended and all was okay. The woman was finally taken into custody hours later. But the school had done nothing to notify the parents. Not a phone call on that $75,000 auto-dialer that PTA had paid for. Not a letter home with students. Not a note on their webpage. Instead, the chose to ignore it and the parents. Even days later, there had been no official statement from the school or the school district office. As I no longer had a student there, I didn’t make the call to the Superintendent whom I knew personally. Instead, I signed a letter of petition to the school district along with hundreds of other parents in the area. All we got was an assurance that policies and procedures would be reviewed and revised as necessary. Not very reassuring.

That’s my story; my involvement with the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Other than that, I don’t have much more to say. I’ve not been reading. I finished the entire West Wing, again for the 8th time since January of 2016. And yesterday I binge watched Call the Midwives. I am not sure what I will watch next. Oh, I also watched an excellent movie that I recommend highly. It’s called Taking Chance. It stars Kevin Bacon in a role very different from others he has played. It’s the story of a military escort bringing the body of a deceased soldier home to his family for burial. It is deeply moving and if you are not afraid of shedding a few tears, I urge you to watch it. It’s free on Hulu.

#WeekendCoffeeShare is a weekly blog link-up hosted by Emily at Nerd In the Brain. Head over and take a look!

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Well, on the one hand it was just another week busy with the grandchildren, but on the other hand, it was a lot more. First, I started tutoring a little fourth grade girl. It’s a pleasure to work with her and I will be working with her twice a week. Then, on Wednesday came the news that there might be a problem with my daughter’s baby so they had her go up the hill to Labor and Delivery to be monitored. I kept the boys and tried to stay sane as I waited for word from them. Finally, around midnight, word came. They were doing a C-section in a few hours. Apparently this little girl had not yet turned and the cord was snuggled in the way of the birth canal so there was no way for the baby’s head to engage if they turned her. The cord presenting like that is not a good thing. There was also excess fluid which is also not a good thing. It was preventing a clear imaging picture. So a C-section it was. Hours and hours later we got word that baby was okay but in NICU and mama was still in Recovery with some minor problems. They were finally reunited about six or seven hours later and they are both fine now.

Of course, I had the boys so we drove up to the hospital (it’s like a major trip) to meet their baby sister on Friday evening. Their auntie, the photographer, also made the trip so there were lots of pictures taken of the boys meeting their little sister for the first time. And we made the trip again on Saturday. Today, nope. I am too exhausted to get them ready and loaded in the car to make the trip. I think they will be coming home tomorrow. Crossing my fingers. I need a break. I haven’t had a moment to myself since Tuesday evening. I can’t think. I can’t even go to the bathroom in peace before one of the boys barges in! So yeah, I need a break!

I did manage to finish reading a novel before all of this happened. It was pretty fantastic. At first, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through and I really disliked the mother in the book but then things fell into place and it became an amazing story. It’s called Sisters One, Two, Three by Nancy Star.  It’s well worth the read. Have you read a book you could recommend? As far as movies, not much because everything I have watched this week has been an animated kids’ show. Right now we are watching The Bee Movie. They like it and it is allowing me to write this as I sit with them! Yay!

What are YOU up to? Are you looking forward to next week when Emily takes over the Weekend Coffee Share? I am. It should be just as wonderful as it has been with Diana!

#WeekendCoffeeShare is a weekly blog link up hosted, for now, by Diana at Part Time Monster. 

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If we were having coffee, you’d find me still in pjs, even though it’s after 4 pm. That’s not normal for me but today I am exhausted. Not only physically but mentally exhausted. It’s a good exhaustion but it is still exhausting. What a ride!

I did choose to watch the inauguration even though there were many that urged us not to watch. While their points were valid, in most cases, I felt that it was my choice to do what I felt best and not bow down to the voices that wanted me to listen to them. I watched because I always have. I haven’t missed an inauguration that I can think of. I watched because it is history in the making. I watched because I wanted to see for myself and not just “witness” it second hand. I didn’t watch all the coverage as I usually do. I turned it off after the Obamas left on the helicopter.

Yesterday, I tried to watch coverage of the Women’s March across the country but no one on regular channels was covering it so I was reduced to scouring the Internet for news and pictures. At one point I figured that there must be others out there that wanted to see so I headed to Facebook and began to upload pictures of marches all over the world, not just here in the U.S. I used the hash tag ROAR. I think that’s what yesterday was…the roars of millions of women all over the world. The roars that signal that we’re not “pussy” cats. We are lions and like lions, we’ll roar in warning then pounce. I think the roars were heard all over the world.

I cannot tell you how I felt yesterday…and today, too. My heart was full of love and hope and pride and sisterhood. I wanted to be there. I wanted to scream out and make sure every single person in the world was aware of what was happening in our megalopolises, in our cities, in our towns, in our villages, in our communities…worldwide. I wanted every single marcher to know that I was with them. I wanted it to last forever…that energy…that camaraderie…that sisterhood. I didn’t want it to end and so I continued to post my #ROAR posts all day and into the night until the wee hours of this morning. And when I awoke today, I read posts and shared and commented and posted a few of my own. And so, as I lay in bed on this late afternoon, with my heating pad trying to treat my sciatica, I am still under the spell of the movement we saw yesterday in march after march after march. What a ride!

That’s about where I am now. I am hopeful. I am skeptical. I am even dreaming. I am filled with tears of joy and happiness and hope. What about you?

I’ve tried to read a bit lately and have done a little more reading than I have in a long while but most of my reading time has been online. I’ve read a lot of articles and researched some of the things that I wasn’t sure of. That takes a lot of time; a lot of energy. I’ve had The West Wing playing in the background on most days and nights because it always makes me hopeful. I’ve had my grandsons over for movie dates and snacks and hugs and “play doh sessions.”

That’s what I have been up to. You?

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What a week this has been! Tuesday was my daughter’s birthday. Very late on Monday, she texted saying she and her boyfriend were thinking of a spur of the moment trip to the coast if I could stay with the boys. I agreed but warned her that we had snow in the forecast and she should research the weather and road conditions before decided to actually do it. She said she would. Famous last words.

I really didn’t think they would go but I made a mental list of things I needed to pack in case they did go. It was only one overnight so I didn’t need much and I’m a short walk away so I could grab the boys and walk home for whatever I forgot. Or we could drive but the boys love walking here and back so I figured we could do that. Then she said yes, they were going and leaving in just a couple of hours. I hadn’t packed because I didn’t think they’d go. So I rushed and drove over there thinking I would take the boys out to the Dollar Tree to get a few craft supplies besides the ones I took with me. They left and about twenty minutes later, she texted saying it was snowing lightly and that I should take the chance to get out to the store if I needed anything before it began to snow here. I looked out the window and realized that it was too late. In the twenty minutes since they had left, it had begun to snow and there was already almost an inch out there and the snow was coming fast and heavily and the wind was blowing. Spencer convinced me to get his snow clothes on and take him out on the driveway. Of course, he didn’t stop at the driveway and he made me follow him, trying to catch up with him. He was fast, even in the snow.

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It snowed all night long. Heavily. And it snowed most of the day on Wednesday. And the wind blew. Before long, the news was reporting that it was a record snowfall for Portland. Downtown Portland, which gets an average of less than one day of snow per year and that snow is trace amounts got over a foot of snow! Up here, in the foothills, we usually get more than downtown but we got less this time, about seven inches outside my door. My youngest daughter lives about ten miles away and she measured thirteen inches out in her yard. So yeah, we got a lot of snow. On Wednesday afternoon, the boys and I walked to my house so I could get a change of clothes because Tina and Chris were not able to get home that day because of the weather. It was a great excuse for them to play in the snow. There were lots of other kids out playing in it, too. While they played in the front year, I ran in and filled a tote bag with things I needed and some treats for the boys. When it was time to make the walk home (I didn’t want them staying out in the cold too long and although the walk is only about a half mile, because of the depth of the snow, it would take us about ten minutes or more) we put the tote bag in a little plastic snow disk that I pulled behind me all the way home.

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That was Wednesday. Today is Sunday. The snow is still all here. We haven’t been above freezing since then so it’s sill all here. When I tried to drive my car home on Thursday, I couldn’t get it to start. Apparently, the cold zapped my battery. We eventually got it going and I was able to get home driving along the tracks of other cars but when I got to my driveway, I couldn’t get in so Chris had to come and shovel my driveway so I could get in.

I haven’t left home since then. Not just because of the snow. You might remember that I have been having horrible back pain. My back finally gave out on me on Friday when I tried to get out of bed. After two days of it hurting so much that I couldn’t walk without my cane and even at that it would take me very literally eleven minutes to get to the bathroom, which is only less than fifteen feet away from my couch, I took to the Internet to see if I could diagnose my problem. I did. By then, the pain was not along my entire back. It was just on my left side and it was way low and radiating down my leg. I discovered that it is, most likely, sciatica. Since then I have been applying heat, taking leftover pain pills a couple of times a day (long enough so that I can get a little sleep which I can’t do without the pain pills) and trying to get through the pain. It is quite literally a pain in the butt! I’ve tried to write this post since Friday but haven’t been able to get in a position where I could open the laptop and type without severe pain. Today, however, I woke up with a little less pain! There is still a lot of weakness so I’m still having to rely on my cane to get around inside the house…both for walking and for grabbing things closer to me. I still cannot bend over or reach up without pain but I am not going to complain because, for now, it’s so much better! I’m hoping it will continue to be better so that I can walk around, inside because there is still seven inches of snow outside! Walking is supposed to help work the muscle that is causing the pain.

Now we are looking forward to a warm up in temperature AND heavy rain. That means the snow will melt and we will, most likely, have flooding. We haven’t flooded here where I live in the past and I am hoping that we don’t flood here now. The last time we had this much (and even more) snow was in 2008 and we didn’t flood, although the mobile home park just a quarter of a mile away from here did flood. Crossing fingers. Cross your for me, too, pleas.

I haven’t been able to read this week. I have watched TV, well DVDs. I pulled out my DVD copies of an old show that I really used to love. It’s called Once And Again. It’s a late 90’s ABC show about two divorced parents who meet at school while dropping off their kids and end up in a relationship, with all the problems caused by life, kids, and exes.  I’m hoping to maybe read today, after reading blogs. If the pain stays away, I can. If I don’t come around and read your blog, I apologize in advance. That probably will mean that the pain has returned.

What about you? What have you done this week? Has the weather effected you? What has been on your TV? Reading list? Please tell.

 

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If we were having coffee today, we’d be snuggled inside my house if you could get here. The roads are in bad shape and everyone is being discouraged from leaving their home. Yup, it’s snowing again. It’s late afternoon and I haven’t done anything but sit by the window watching the snow and offered my grandson food and drink. He just left so now I am having a warm egg nog, nothing “good” in it.

Last night my six year old grandson, Anderson, came over for another Nana and Anderson special night. We watched the third Harry Potter movie (Prisoner Of Azkiban), ate junk food, drank soda, and stayed up late, well beyond late. He loves doing that, just him and me. He spent the night and slept in. I was up earlier, watching the snow and drinking my first three cups of coffee. When he got up, he came to the living room, snuggled up on the couch with my Kindle tablet, and played Minecraft Pocket Edition until his dad and his little brother walked over here in the snow to get him, three hours later!

As a follow up to last week…I found it! Now if you didn’t read last week, you will have to! Hee hee! Also, I will say that I am enjoying tarot readings. I still need a lot of clients but I did get a couple more this week. If you know anyone, send them my way!

I have spent a lot of time trying to figure out how I am going to pay the rent beyond April. I haven’t figured it out yet. A couple of nights ago I stayed up for hours and hours researching and making a list of simple, cheap, crafts I can make that are unique enough that I could sell them at craft fairs or weekly farmers markets in the area. I think I have at least five I can do with little investment of money because they use stuff I already have (wine corks, wine bottles, bottle caps, etc.). The only problem now is that there aren’t any of those sales opportunities until April at the earliest!

I’m trying to keep my spirits up. Some days it is more difficult than others. Yesterday, my dad would have been 87. And today is the anniversary of the death of a very close friend and although she died in 1968, it’s still tragic, partly because it was the first time I had someone close to me die. I was twelve years old.

Okay, your turn! What are you reading? What is the weather like in your neck of the woods? What was the last movie you stayed up late watching? Please do tell!

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