Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Ode to a Freeway
I’m heading down the road today,
On my way to parts unknown.
A couple of days of driving south,
Perhaps I should have flown?
Wide open Dakota prairie,
Sure gives me false bravo.
Can I handle big city freeways?
Well; only God can know!
Before I know it’s on me.
Two lanes; now turned to five.
Oh cripes, the traffic’s horrid;
It’s scaring me alive!
Oh peace the hills of cheese land,
For green is all I see.
Bovine, and grass and silo’s tall,
A quick stop for some Brie.
The tension builds as signs appear,
Announcing Chi town’s state.
The speed is on, while traffic swells,
Our safety now is fate.
Tolls to the right, merge to the left;
I cut how many off?
Construction, semi’s, fools and such,
This drivers’ had enough!
Anger soon transpires to tears,
Add on a cuss or two.
I firmly vow to park my rig,
Yes, that’s just what I’ll do!
“Calm yourself,” Dear hubby states;
“You know we’re almost there!”
I rant and rave some more, poor guy,
Then fix him with a glare.
A few sharp turns, a stop or two;
Arrival now is near.
Relief, euphoria, joy unknown,
And finally we are there.
Don’t think about this drive again,
Says I, to only me.
Relax, enjoy and rest a bit,
Yes lady, that’s the key.
Well now I know just what I’ll do,
Next trip I plan to take.
A simple booking on a plane,
For everybody’s sake!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Have you read it? It's a story about a mid-aged woman, a farm woman to be exact who suffers a severe stroke one morning while doing the thing she loves the most, which in her case is baking. At first it is not known if she will even survive the stroke. Her husband of many years fears that she may not survive it, and her grown daughter, a nurse, who lives hundreds of miles away, rushes home to be with her parents, not knowing if she will ever see her mother alive or not.
If you'd like to read the book, it is available on Amazon.com
"SROKE OF LOVE"
When I wrote this story, I did so using knowledge I had acquired during my nursing years. I based Millie's experience on cases I'd worked on over the years.
What scares me now, is just how little has changed over the years in respect to this disease.
I haven't nursed in years, and still this killer is striking men and women of all ages, all over the globe.
The latest story I heard is of a young woman under 50 yrs old. She just dropped, and even with the life saving drug that can be given early after the stroke, she is now struggling for her life. If she lives, she will have no speech, she will be paralyzed, and have months of months of rehabilitaion to regain some, if any normal body function... just like Millie....
Life becomes fiction then becomes life.... over and over again.
My mother in law, whom I've written about here before, suffered a stroke a little over a year ago, and I personally think she may have had a few smaller ones prior to the big one. The last stroke altered her and her daughters lives forever.
Do you know the signs of stroke? If someone beside you was having a stroke, would you recognize it as such? It can be as illusive as a feeling of confusion, and as evident as a total collapse. Perhaps it would be to all our benefits to learn more about this disease that despite medical technology, continues to be on the rise.
Here is a helpful little email that I received a while ago. One of those chain emails that we tend to want to delete before we read it.
Doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:
Using the first 3 letters of the word STROKE:
S *Ask the individual to SMILE.
T *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently) (i.e. It is sunny out today.)
R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.
If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number
immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.
Simple steps that could save a life, or more.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The past 10 days have kept me busy with unpacking all my loot from our trip; laundry, laundry, laundry; returning to my full time day job; gardening - you should see the weeds in my flower beds; and all the life things that happen to a person returning home from a couple of weeks vacation. Ten days post trip - it seems like a dream!
I'm almost caught up at work; I almost have the "loot" stored away in the craft room; the garden - well that is a work in progress most of the summer anyway; all the imediate things have been taken care of, so it's pretty much back to the routine of daily living in my house.
Our weather has been glorious! We have been in a heat wave this week - it's capris and sandal time in the Peg! Of course that is the mode of dress of the women over 40, I really can't speak for the younger crowd... but I have witnessed some pretty skimpy outfits these past couple of days.
I find myself caught in a web of indecision as to which pending project I should tackle first. I want to start a nine patch quilt; I have a new angel dress floating around in my head that I'm dying to start crocheting; I have several mini-bears to make for graduations, and a bride and groom set that needs to be done by June. In true Dale form, I'll probably start them all within the same week, and I will toggle between them until they are done.
But the beautiful spring air is calling me outdoors, at least for this long weekend. Some sun, a big pile of dirt, some annuals and maybe even some windex and paper towels will dictate the next few days as we kick off the summer with the first long-weekend of the season. Happy Victoria Day everyone... enjoy the weekend, whatever you do... and be safe...
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
I've always known I should have been born during the Victorian era... I love all things Victorian, and so when I found The Pillar Inn on the internet I booked a room (the Victorian Room) without even giving it a moment's thought.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I wasn't able to upload more pictures so here are a few more. Enjoy...
Monday, May 3, 2010
Is there any of us who haven't started a collection of something at one time or other in our lives? I find it so amazing the variety of collections that can be found in peoples homes.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Another tradition are White Castle Sliders. Personally I never could quite see the attraction to these little tiny burgers that you purchase by the sac, but hubby had to have some for lunch today. There are several theories as to why they are called Sliders.. I'll let your imagination conjure up your own ideas... suffice to say, hubby has been spending a lot of time in the can since lunch time!
Two Chicago traditions... sliders anyone?