Tennis Courts? Really? Am I dreaming?
Tuesday, November 30, 2021
Friday, November 26, 2021
Thank you all for your kind comments following my last post. I'm realizing that mornings just are not good for our Gracie-girl. If she is not shaking, she is disoriented and it takes until well after lunch for her to get her bearings. When she is like this, I put her harness on and lead her. Otherwise she finds herself in a corner staring at the wall.
Another thing. We have surrounded our bed with tall suitcases, stands, etc. so she will not inadvertently jump (she actually tries to fly) off the bed in the middle of the night. We've already put our bed on the floor for her, but still it is a little high for her. Now though, she goes half way down the ramp and gets afraid, then tries jumping either over the side of the ramp or to the bottom. Ugh. Gracie, Gracie, Gracie! Needless to say, I usually do not rest well as I continually worry for her.
I know. I know. I should have never let her sleep in our bed with us to begin with. Well, that's water under the bridge. I will be hard pressed to take that luxury from her at this point.
Yesterday (Thanksgiving Day) she had a shaky morning. When we put her in the car for a little outing, she shook terribly and I considered taking her back inside. But, it was only a ten minute drive and by the time we got there and got her out of the car thankfully she had calmed. She loved smelling a new area and of course she had to push a dime sized poop out. Just enough to sit in and smear over her hind end. Thankfully, I had napkins in my car. But in cleaning her, that dime-sized poop managed to cover my bare hand. Thankfully, I had some Clorox wipes in the car too. Problem solved.
So amidst the chaos I have my son texting me, "We are going to stop by" and my daughter texting me, "are you home yet?" and my other son whose car was broke down waiting for us to deliver his dinner. So with one hand I held the phone and tried reading the texts while with the other hand the poop was waiting for husband to get me one of the Clorox Wipes... meanwhile a big fat bee was contemplating hitching a ride since the passenger door was hanging open. I was thankful when husband swiped it away and he didn't swipe it onto me.
The day before Thanksgiving I had picked up take-out dinners from a great restaurant. Thankful I did not have to cook. They didn't charge me enough, so I asked them to re-check the price and then I paid more. Fifty dollars more. Husband says - "something's wrong with you." LOL. He thinks I enjoy paying more.
The restaurant is a half-an-hour away. When I got the dinners home, I was missing a salad, a dessert, and a gravy. Maybe there is indeed something wrong with me. Ha!
We had a good day yesterday and a full house. Gracie, in her old age does not bark or try to intimidate guests anymore. She just smells their hand and walks away.
|HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!! SENDING LOVE!|
Friday, November 19, 2021
Thursday, November 18, 2021
Today Daughter called and asked if I would go pick up 14 YO granddaughter from school. There was a schedule change that Granddaughter was not comfortable with - so she needed rescuing. I felt like a superhero. I jumped into my sporty baby blue Elantra, and off I went!
As I reached the mountains just before getting to the school, the skies darkened, and the wind picked up. Into the school parking lot, I drove. Why all the police? At least a half-a-dozen police cars were scattered, and the place was crawling with uniformed police officers. Okay. So, I was just a little concerned. But there were students with signs too. Maybe a protest?
As I exited the Grammy-Mobile, I was taken aback by the intense wind gusts and leaves stinging my face. A more diminutive grandmother would never withstand such a beating. The strong wind gusts pushed me to the front of the building, and a student going inside instructed me to press the button, and the higher-ups would unlock the door and let me in.
The front desk ordered me to go to admissions to sign Granddaughter out. There was a slight wait. Only one person is allowed in the office at a time. Something was amiss. The secretary was on and off of the phone. The only words that resonated with me was fire drill. Fire drill?! Oh no. So, I gave her Granddaughter's name, and she made a call on her phone to have her come down.
Beep~ Beep~ Beep~ Beep. EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! The loudspeaker spoke. EXIT THE BUILDING NOW! So, I was thrown in with many other kids, and we were exiting the building. Now.
Outside, the wind had escalated, and the leaves were angry - filling the air. Kids were filing out of the building and lining up. I'm like... What the...??? I hadn't signed up for this. All I wanted to do was sign Granddaughter out and take her home. A little anxious, my super-hero cape began to break loose and I started to feel just a bit light-headed. Where was Granddaughter?
Daughter was texting me from her work. Are you there yet? Have you left your house? Blah, blah, blah. Granddaughter is texting me too. Are you here? Where are you? Blah, blah, blah. BEEP*BEEP*BEEP* EMERGENCY*EXIT THE BUILDING. WIND HOWLING. LEAVES TWIRLING. POLICE CARS. LINES OF HIGH SCHOOL KIDS.
The band starts playing. The emergency was beginning to be fun. The band was inviting a more festive ambiance. Without my knowledge, other participants had integrated me into a fire drill/pep rally thing. Not one person had prepared me for this. I was back in high school and wished I had worn my ripped jeans and done something with my hair. If I didn't have to take Granddaughter home I could try and blend in with the rest and enjoy the pep-rally.
I found Granddaughter and announced to her peers surrounding her that I had permission to take this beautiful girl home. She stormed to the car then, reporting to me that I had embarrassed her in front of the other kids by making the statement I made. I smiled. "It's what we do," I said. "It’s a grandparent’s job."
Granddaughter inconvenienced me. I embarrassed her. Now we are even. Haha! We are good 😊
Thursday, November 11, 2021
|Dad, the handsome sailor on the left.|
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Wednesday, September 29, 2021
This is what I told Mom: As long as I am having good days, let's forget about the saying goodbye thing. Since she gets a little confused about what is a good day for me, let me be specific. My birthday was not a good day. I spent it lost in corners and falling into stuff. But the next day was good. And the one after that was really good. A good day is usually when I seem to regain a small bit of hearing, sight, and mental stability. Small, very small. But still.
"I think we can still enjoy some corn on the cob this year," she said as she loaded me into my comfy seat in the back of the Elantra. She sat there with me and held onto my leash while I jumped to watch out the window and breath in all the smells along the way. Dad drove. I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into that fresh buttery corn on the cob. But first, a stop in Wiley Ford WV where we lived when I was a puppy. We'd walk the towpath there.
It was a really nice day.
I love love love the walks there. It's all about new smells for me. And my smeller ain't what it used to be, but it still works.
And speaking of new smells, let me tell ya what happened on the way up the hill to go to our car for home.
I couldn't quite see it, but I heard Mom talking to a stranger. "I wouldn't put my hand down to her," I heard Mom say. "She might bite you."
The woman Mom is delusional.
That was the 'old' Gracie. The much younger version. The new me ... well...
I'm a lover, not a fighter. Ask the girl stranger. (Her hand tasted like... ummm... Burger King). Mom was a little surprised that I licked her hand instead of biting it. But hey,
people dogs change, ya know.
Yesterday wasn't such a hot day. I got almost to the top of the ramp (at 4AM) (When I should have been fast asleep but instead I decided to wander aimlessly through the house and get lost and wake Mom every half hour to send me outside so I could get lost there too) but at the top of the ramp where it meets Mom and Dad's bed, I froze. I freaked. I decided I did not know where I was going - and then I began to fall back down the ramp. I was trembling. Afraid. But Mom jumped up from the bed and tried to save me --- only her back went out!!!!! I thought I was going to have to save her!!!!! The struggle is real, peoples!
As the story goes, she wasn't much help to me after that, but I did manage to slide down the ramp backward to safety. She and I went to the living room then to lick our wounds and pace some more. Well, pacing for me, groaning and moaning in pain for her as she tried to get comfortable in her chair. What a night!
But I'm 17 now. what do you expect from
an old a new girl? Gracie.
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