First off . . . update on my father-in-law (just going to say dad and mom in reference to my in-laws). We’ve learned that dad was transferred to a behavioral lockdown unit at one of the hospitals in Wichita this past Wednesday. He almost had to go to Oklahoma or Missouri because they couldn’t find an open spot for him, but then one opened up last minute in Wichita. He became aggressive and violent where he was at our local hospital (his Alzheimers), plus kept pulling out his IV (antibiotics for the UTI) and trying to get out of bed (even with those fractured ribs and dislocated hip replacement), and since there were no open rooms here, they had to remove him to wherever they could find a place. His mind is so bad now that he was making all sorts of threats (like using a rifle to shoot people) and trying to get up out of the hospital bed to throw things or start a fight; he kept talking about thugs coming after him and saying all sorts of bad stuff was going to go down. Poor dad. Jerry and I think he probably stroked out at home instead
The #24 challenge is to list my favorite blogs and why. I cannot possibly pick and choose one over another because every blog I read has its own important aspects and the authors of the blogs are all people just like me, living life day to day in our different, yet same, kinds of ways. If you need some places to start, just look at my list of blogs I like to read over in the right sidebar. Every single one of those people is special to me and I’m truly blessed to be able to call each one friend and know them as my neighbors in this cyber world. One actually lives in our town (marylourambles) but I’ve not been lucky enough to meet her. Challenge #25 is to post an old photo of me. Well, I will show you a couple. When I was very little, maybe about five years old, I remember asking my mama who that was in this first photo. She said, “That’s you at 11 months old.” I asked, “My eyes are blue?” She said, “At first. Shortly after that was taken, your eyes became hazel.” My hair is still somewhat strawberry-blonde. Nowadays I see a few grayish-white
Oh, boy! Today’s challenge is to talk about my fave childhood book! My favorite book actually emcompasses many books by the same author. My love of these books and their author begins back when I was in fifth grade. My fifth grade teacher was Miss Ruth Bowron. She was an older woman with a heart of gold who loved teaching. I don’t remember any trouble-makers in our class that year. I think even those who might have been prone to trips to the principal’s office liked and respected her enough to behave for the most part. Miss Bowron made it a point every single day to read to our class for about 15-30 minutes each afternoon. We could just sit and listen or do some drawing while she read. I remember the time she regaled us with “The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Lord Alfred Tennyson. What for most would have been recited in about five minutes, she drew out to nearly ten minutes as she theatrically gave voice to the words, making them come to life in our minds. I don’t think anyone breathed while she was speaking, we were so mesmerized! And then, one day . .
The update on my father-in-law is that he’s still in the hospital and is in a lot of pain. That’s all we know right now. The challenge for today is to talk about my dream job. My interpretation of this challenge is probably going to be somewhat different than how others might view it and I’m going to talk about three (maybe the last part counts as four?). On the first one I’m going to flip the meaning of the word job – you’ll see why. My number one favorite “job” began 41 years ago, expanding and getter better as the years have gone by. On July 4, 1979, I became a mom to my first son, Jeff. Then, my second son, John, was born November 6, 1982. My position expanded when I became a mother-in-law to Amanda (Jeff) and Elissa (John). I earned special status shortly thereafter – as gramma to Andrew, Madison, Kara, Nova, and Aero. Holding this “job” is, of course, not without some difficult times . . . as when I miscarried a girl baby at four months in early 1981 between my two sons’ births; and when Jeff died in an industrial accident in 2013. However,
Today’s challenge is supposed to be the best thing that happened this year. Well, hmmm . . . Geesh, really, Diana? Surely . . . *snaps fingers* Oh, yeah! I’ll have to go all the way back to February for this one. The end of February, right as the big shutdown was just about to become reality, our American Heritage Girls troop had a tea party as the culmination of the girls earning their Social Skills & Etiquette badge. We planned it to include the other local AHG troop (which is a homeschool group) and to have all the girls in each troop invite three people – their moms, grandmas, sisters, aunts, neighbor ladies or church ladies. As leader of the Pioneer/Patriot unit (Dani and Evelyn are the two oldest girls in the troop), I helped my unit plan the whole thing . . . invitations, decor, menu, activities, everything. Our goal was to use as much recycled and upcycled materials as possible to save money. And then we divvied up the particulars to the younger units, having them handle different projects to complete for the tea party besides what our unit worked on. I can’t post all the photos due