I worked almost a 12 hour day today. It felt like the old days, when we did everything in one day & worked until we were done. Sometimes it was 1 or 2 in the morning. But that is what it is again, do everything on one day & work til you're done.
When I finally got home, it took me a while to ask for the snow total for today. When I did ask, Don said, "Forty-four something." He was busy with his game or whatever he's doing & so I asked if it is ksltv.com or ksl.com. He said it was ksl.com, but he'd be there in a minute. Sure enough, he beat me to it. Today's total is 4,429% & the snow depth in Franklin Basin is 15 inches.
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Monday, June 27, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
And the total is
2,040%. I asked Don if he had looked at today's total. He chuckled & said, "Two thousand & forty." I repeated it in disbelief.
Karen Child said a couple of weeks ago some people went snowmobiling up Franklin Basin, I think. They built a huge fire & went off & left it. A week later they went back to check on their hole & it was 14 FEET deep!! Now, I want to know how the fire kept burning in the snow that deep. Wouldn't the water have doused it? What would have kept it fueled?
When I went to the grocery store about 3 p.m. the paper was already out. I, of course, had to check it out. The paper went out just fine without me. I did get a phone call this morning, after 8, but I slept through it. I slept in this morning. I had nightmares & dreamed of dead men, Walt Ross & Wayne Bell, & woke up sweating.
Karen Child said a couple of weeks ago some people went snowmobiling up Franklin Basin, I think. They built a huge fire & went off & left it. A week later they went back to check on their hole & it was 14 FEET deep!! Now, I want to know how the fire kept burning in the snow that deep. Wouldn't the water have doused it? What would have kept it fueled?
When I went to the grocery store about 3 p.m. the paper was already out. I, of course, had to check it out. The paper went out just fine without me. I did get a phone call this morning, after 8, but I slept through it. I slept in this morning. I had nightmares & dreamed of dead men, Walt Ross & Wayne Bell, & woke up sweating.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Another reduction
But at least it's not a reduction in force (RIF). I was caught in that at the Church Office Building in 1982. But … it almost might as well be. We were cut from 20 hours a week to 15 hours a week or 25% cut a year or so ago, to 1 day a week effective today. I MUST be there at 8 a.m. on Monday. The reduction could be as much as 50%. I no longer do the legals. I no longer print out the final copy for the editors to mark off.
I just barely filed the bankruptcy forms yesterday using the last months wages. Arghhh! Well, I will need to amend the wages won't I? We are also trying to refinance our house. That will probably have to wait six weeks for the paychecks to come through & we see just how much the cut will be. One nice thing about it, I will be able to use my accrued vacation & not lose it like I did last year.
Nick is having a very hard time. It couldn't be anything to do with the full moon? Could it? Maybe, maybe not. I tend to think not. Mother is also having a hard time, sigh. And as for me, I've been cocooning more & more.
A young man who grew up in our ward committed suicide last week. I think that is something every mother fears, if their child has a mental illness. Let's face it, depression is a mental illness, too. It has left our ward family reeling, as well as probably the whole town. I feel so sad for him & for his family.
I just barely filed the bankruptcy forms yesterday using the last months wages. Arghhh! Well, I will need to amend the wages won't I? We are also trying to refinance our house. That will probably have to wait six weeks for the paychecks to come through & we see just how much the cut will be. One nice thing about it, I will be able to use my accrued vacation & not lose it like I did last year.
Nick is having a very hard time. It couldn't be anything to do with the full moon? Could it? Maybe, maybe not. I tend to think not. Mother is also having a hard time, sigh. And as for me, I've been cocooning more & more.
A young man who grew up in our ward committed suicide last week. I think that is something every mother fears, if their child has a mental illness. Let's face it, depression is a mental illness, too. It has left our ward family reeling, as well as probably the whole town. I feel so sad for him & for his family.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
More bloopers
In the Weston Rural Route News this week (in the Preston Citizen), Bevy (Hart) wrote that Jay Schavaneveldt reported, "Three Gray Wolves were recently cited in the Pass of the Standing Rock."
I had read this (at least twice) and let it go. Why? I don't know. I printed the page out for the editors final approval & this sentence slammed into my consciousness. It was like I had never read it. First I thought, "Who is Three Gray Wolves? Are they a group? (Maybe like the new religion the 3Es & BuggaBugga?) An Indian?" My next thought was, "What were they cited for? I don't remember hearing anything about something happening in Weston.
"Val Sparrow was in here yesterday about the shooting at police officers & he didn't say anything. Ah, but he's the city chief of police, he wouldn't have said anything about something happening in the county."
I read the sentence again, "Three gray wolves cited …" Ahhh - I'll bet they were sighted. He SAW 3 gray wolves!!!
Having to share it, I walked into the editors office to tell them. Rod immediately says, "Cool. Where was this?" I told him.
And tried to tell him why I was telling them. He interrupted me, "Who wrote it?"
I told him & then he said, "We ought to do a story on that, don't you think?"
I'm thinking, "What's so cool about my misunderstanding the sentence of 'Three Gray Wolves being cited?' Why would we want to do a story on that?" I still was not assimilating THREE … GRAY … WOLVES were sighted in Weston. Wolves, predators, those evil animals that prey on other animals like sheep, cattle … domestic livestock … deer, elk & other wild animals.
Then Rod said, "Maybe I'll call him." meaning Jay.
"That's a good idea," I responded. And suddenly, I had an ah-ha moment. I came out of my absorption of the fact I had misunderstood the sentence & almost let it go. We have wolves in the area! Wolves!
I wonder how many others would have caught it.
I had read this (at least twice) and let it go. Why? I don't know. I printed the page out for the editors final approval & this sentence slammed into my consciousness. It was like I had never read it. First I thought, "Who is Three Gray Wolves? Are they a group? (Maybe like the new religion the 3Es & BuggaBugga?) An Indian?" My next thought was, "What were they cited for? I don't remember hearing anything about something happening in Weston.
"Val Sparrow was in here yesterday about the shooting at police officers & he didn't say anything. Ah, but he's the city chief of police, he wouldn't have said anything about something happening in the county."
I read the sentence again, "Three gray wolves cited …" Ahhh - I'll bet they were sighted. He SAW 3 gray wolves!!!
Having to share it, I walked into the editors office to tell them. Rod immediately says, "Cool. Where was this?" I told him.
And tried to tell him why I was telling them. He interrupted me, "Who wrote it?"
I told him & then he said, "We ought to do a story on that, don't you think?"
I'm thinking, "What's so cool about my misunderstanding the sentence of 'Three Gray Wolves being cited?' Why would we want to do a story on that?" I still was not assimilating THREE … GRAY … WOLVES were sighted in Weston. Wolves, predators, those evil animals that prey on other animals like sheep, cattle … domestic livestock … deer, elk & other wild animals.
Then Rod said, "Maybe I'll call him." meaning Jay.
"That's a good idea," I responded. And suddenly, I had an ah-ha moment. I came out of my absorption of the fact I had misunderstood the sentence & almost let it go. We have wolves in the area! Wolves!
I wonder how many others would have caught it.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Day 18
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Faux pas
Oops, I made a faux pas (foe paw) in The Citizen this week.
But Pat replied to my reference to the Sept. 23rd issue's front page with:
There was one recipe that was going to be a real bugger to set & I saved it for page 7. I knew I could spread that baby out if I had to on that page. I worked really hard on it, too. Not as hard as I thought I would have to, for which I thanked the Lord fervently. Tuesday mornings are real adrenalin rushes. Some are more so than others.
We made it just a few minutes past our deadline & I took a few minutes to unwind. I started cleaning up the work for this week, getting ready for next week. Filing proof pages & paper copy, moving documents & photos from the working folder into a file to be archived on CD, emptying the email inbox & trash.
This week I needed to do tear sheets for FamilyFeatures, the online site that we had used the recipes from. I printed out those 2 pages & there it was, as big as life!!! Two separate recipes for Mexi-Meatball Kabobs. It was too late to do anything. The paper was on the press clear across town in a totally different facility. But, as Rod said, no one's gonna notice. And I really don't think anyone will. They are on 2 separate pages.
Faux (pronounced /ˈfoʊ/, like "foe") is a French word for false or fake. It is often used in English phrases such as faux pearls, and faux news.
~ Wikipedia
I posted this on Facebook last night:
To which Pat Hansen replied:Ok Preston residents, tell me what glaring mistake you find in The Preston Citizen tomorrow when it comes in the mail. I was SOOOOO embarrassed. I didn't catch it until I was archiving.
They probably won't even notice ya think? That obvious? I'd proably miss you.Kristy Nelson replied:
Well, now I'm going to have to read it all over again.Janelle Bartlomé asked:
Is it Jay Leno worthy? If so you could be famous. One time the company I worked for (American Stores- private label department) made a label for Parmesan Cheeese. The first person to catch it was the person putting the cheese into the canister.To which I replied:
No, Janelle, it isn't Leno worthy, but our front page was in September. It was SOOOOOO good. I hope someone did send that one to Leno. The front page top story was that H1N1 had hit Franklin County. Second story was the hospital is soo old that you can't get proper care there. Third story was that the Preston Cemetery is now full & the land owners around the cemetery won't sell. So, you get sick, you can't get health care & when you die, you can't be buried in the cemetery because they are out of room, LOL.Kristy answered:
Kristy, it's like Reiman publications where they hide a needle or a carrot, only this is much more blatant. It went through the other copy editor, BOTH editors (& the pages were laying side by side when they saw them) & through the photo editor.
Rod consoled me that no one would even notice when I went flying into his office with the pages. He didn't notice it even then. I had to point it out & read it to him, LOL
Now I'm really gonna have to look again!To which I replied:
Pat that last paragraph was in answer to your post. Kristy, here's a hint, it's a jump.Denise Ericksen commented:
RaNae, you make me laugh!!!! And that is a good thing.I didn't reply to Denise. What could I say??
But Pat replied to my reference to the Sept. 23rd issue's front page with:
This really is one of the funniest things I've heard, oh my!! It went through the editors etc.. lol---how ironic though. H1N1-death and no place to be buried? I have a gallows sense of humor (blame nursing)...I replied:
Me too, Pat. The only thing I can say in my own defense is that I was having gall bladder surgery that day.The original mistake was in the Recipe Corner. Jean Carter had taken FOUR recipes from an online site that supplies newspapers with filler articles. She has had a really hard time getting "real" people to interview & share their recipes. It's really a shame, because that is one of my favorite columns in the whole paper. We usually only have 3 recipes. There is really only room for 3 recipes on the social page, page 5, so I was going to have to jump a recipe.
The kicker this week is: "Mr. PHS crowned at Saturday's faux pageant." I told the editors to read the kicker carefully. I wanted their opinion.
One of them said, "fox pageant?" You spelled fox wrong. I said it's pronouced "foe" and means fake. His answer? "Sure, leave it."
High school senior boys do a spoof on a beauty pageant & are judged in talent, poise & 3 other things.
There was one recipe that was going to be a real bugger to set & I saved it for page 7. I knew I could spread that baby out if I had to on that page. I worked really hard on it, too. Not as hard as I thought I would have to, for which I thanked the Lord fervently. Tuesday mornings are real adrenalin rushes. Some are more so than others.
We made it just a few minutes past our deadline & I took a few minutes to unwind. I started cleaning up the work for this week, getting ready for next week. Filing proof pages & paper copy, moving documents & photos from the working folder into a file to be archived on CD, emptying the email inbox & trash.
This week I needed to do tear sheets for FamilyFeatures, the online site that we had used the recipes from. I printed out those 2 pages & there it was, as big as life!!! Two separate recipes for Mexi-Meatball Kabobs. It was too late to do anything. The paper was on the press clear across town in a totally different facility. But, as Rod said, no one's gonna notice. And I really don't think anyone will. They are on 2 separate pages.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Funnel cloud over Preston
Nick didn't think it was very cool that we had a funnel cloud & was glad he was in Logan at the time. Don is disappointed because he didn't see it. Don has a degree in meteorology & is fascinated with weather.
I thought it was pretty cool. It didn't touch down, that I know of, so it didn't hurt anyone. I remember when I was on my mission, my companion & I were sitting on the porch of the mission office eating our yogurt & the sky was all greenish black & it was eerily quiet. We decided to go in. A tornado jumped the mission office/home & landed in the area behind us.
A few months before that we had to take the elders home to Oshkosh, Wisc., after a tornado had hit. They were in Appleton, Wisc., for zone conference. It looked like a war zone. Probably the same zone conference a tornado touched down in Neenah, the city we lived in. When we went to zone conference, the elders, assistants & President & Sister Peel were all worried about us. Poor innocent, naive sisters, we didn't even know we'd had one.
There were several incidents of tornado on my mission, and a couple after, but never was hurt. They always stayed away from us.
I've worked at The Preston Citizen for 12 years now. I remember sitting through a fire in the building. The press was running & we were working on the paper as the firemen ran up & down the stairs. In fact, a lady across the park called the front desk & asked if we knew we were on fire. It was a chimney fire. Jessi was pregnant with Keziah at the time & Keziah is 11 now, so it must have been right after I started.
Another time an earthquake rattled the building. I was afraid the press would fall through the dance floor. That whole building is just propped up on stilts. That's probably why the funnel cloud rattled the building. It is so old. It was originally the Persiana Dance Hall. My parents met there at a dance over 65 years ago.
On another note, Carolyn corrected my correction, hehe. She writes:
... let's make that Brenden's great-grandpa Jarman who died, Janeen's dad. Great-Grandpa Ballif works at Stoke's grocery store and actually is looking quite good.Actually, his great-grandpa Richard Ballif, 80, works at Stokes MarketPlace in Preston as a bagger. He is out in the parking lot wrestling those recalcitrant shopping carts that people just abandon in the parking lot.
I have a migraine tonight. Worked 12 hours & still have 7 pages to do in the morning. I think I'll go to bed. I got to have lunch with Don-Mike & Nick today, so I guess I won't wait up for Don-Mike.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Things change
About 10 years Kim Kent & I took a class on web design at Bridgerland Applied Technology College, only I think it was then Center. Whatever, it was & is BATC. So, for the past 10 years, I've dabbled in hyper text markup language, commonly known as HTML. I have made several web pages from scratch, have decorated web sites & thoroughly enjoyed it. It reminds me of DOS, digital operating system. And there is something satisfying in writing something, then checking it & see that all those commands strung together means something.
Then along came digital scrapbooking & another form of using computers to make something. Only digital scrapbooking uses GUI, graphical user interface. Still satisfying, but in a different way.
Then, every work day, I again use my skills of placing things on a page for about 3,000 subscribers to see my handiwork.
Things change. The only constant is change. The web sites I have been decorating changed to CSS.
So, what is this leading to? Yahoo! is now closing Geocities & there goes the hosting site for my personal web page. I took the Oneida Stake Academy web site down because The Preston Citizen changed hands & the employee handbook for the new corporation says something about not using their information.
So, my dabbling in HTML is coming to an end as I try to find another free web hosting site. I am currently trying to use Google Sites, but not sure if I like it. I can't just view my web page as I can with Yahoo! Geocities. I have to sign in, ick.
Anyway, yes, I am murmuring just like Laman & Lemuel did in The Book of Mormon.
But there is good news! I found a new blog to follow!! W00t! W00t! I love blogs. My cousin Earl's wife, Ginger, has her blogspot addie on her Facebook account. I followed it & there it is, Mi Vida Loca. I love the name. Under the name she has "Welcome to 'my crazy life.'"
Then along came digital scrapbooking & another form of using computers to make something. Only digital scrapbooking uses GUI, graphical user interface. Still satisfying, but in a different way.
Then, every work day, I again use my skills of placing things on a page for about 3,000 subscribers to see my handiwork.
Things change. The only constant is change. The web sites I have been decorating changed to CSS.
"Cascading Style Sheets (CSS) is a style sheet language used to describe the the presentation (that is, the look and formatting) of a document written in a markup language."Lost yet? I am. That information came from Wikipedia's explanation of Cascading Style Sheets. I am honestly surprised that I remembered what CSS stands for.
So, what is this leading to? Yahoo! is now closing Geocities & there goes the hosting site for my personal web page. I took the Oneida Stake Academy web site down because The Preston Citizen changed hands & the employee handbook for the new corporation says something about not using their information.
So, my dabbling in HTML is coming to an end as I try to find another free web hosting site. I am currently trying to use Google Sites, but not sure if I like it. I can't just view my web page as I can with Yahoo! Geocities. I have to sign in, ick.
Anyway, yes, I am murmuring just like Laman & Lemuel did in The Book of Mormon.
But there is good news! I found a new blog to follow!! W00t! W00t! I love blogs. My cousin Earl's wife, Ginger, has her blogspot addie on her Facebook account. I followed it & there it is, Mi Vida Loca. I love the name. Under the name she has "Welcome to 'my crazy life.'"
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Lent, Day 28
Notice there is a new section on my blog. I put it right at the top so it would be noticeable.
The most exciting entry there is The Preston Citizen. I've worked there for almost 12 years. I've tried to get a website for most of those 12 years. I was browsing through my blogs. Since I changed the layout, I can't see who has updated lately. It had been a while since I checked Preston Idaho Digital News. I love that blog. The latest entry was new website in Preston & had a URL for The Citizen. So, I copied, pasted & entered. There it was!!! I've heard Kelly talking about a web site, but nothing's ever been said.
I need to get dressed, go to the pharmacy before it closes & take the mail basket over to Mother's & sort. I'm still here, wasting time. Can you say I am depressed? I am. I just want to sleep my life away.
I got to bed about midnight last night. This morning I woke up & Don was still in bed. He's always going to bed so late & never gets a chance to sleep in. So, I knew if I got up, he'd get up. So, I laid there & went back to sleep. The next time I woke up, he was still in bed. I laid there some more. Finally he got up, about 9:15, but I went back to sleep. Then Nick came through the hallway. I woke up, or maybe I was awake, anyway, he came in, apologized for waking me up. We talked for a minute & I went back to sleep. I finally got up about 10:30.
The most exciting entry there is The Preston Citizen. I've worked there for almost 12 years. I've tried to get a website for most of those 12 years. I was browsing through my blogs. Since I changed the layout, I can't see who has updated lately. It had been a while since I checked Preston Idaho Digital News. I love that blog. The latest entry was new website in Preston & had a URL for The Citizen. So, I copied, pasted & entered. There it was!!! I've heard Kelly talking about a web site, but nothing's ever been said.
I need to get dressed, go to the pharmacy before it closes & take the mail basket over to Mother's & sort. I'm still here, wasting time. Can you say I am depressed? I am. I just want to sleep my life away.
I got to bed about midnight last night. This morning I woke up & Don was still in bed. He's always going to bed so late & never gets a chance to sleep in. So, I knew if I got up, he'd get up. So, I laid there & went back to sleep. The next time I woke up, he was still in bed. I laid there some more. Finally he got up, about 9:15, but I went back to sleep. Then Nick came through the hallway. I woke up, or maybe I was awake, anyway, he came in, apologized for waking me up. We talked for a minute & I went back to sleep. I finally got up about 10:30.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
A beautiful day
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood. We have finally had some yellow & green burn days. It is so nice to see the sunlight.
Today, instead of enjoying the beautiful day, I spent the afternoon at Mother's curled up on the couch, sleeping the day away. Our visiting teacher came & after she left, the fatigue just crashed down on me like an avalanche. I laid on the left side & it hurt, but I was too tired to change sides. The left side is the side where I had the partial mastectomy & all the lymph nodes are gone. I have lymphedema on that side & shouldn't lay on that arm.
I found this picture of our house with icicles on it, but as I look at it, I realize it must have been taken last winter. The shepherd's hook is in front of the bedroom window, the metal storm door is still on the front door & the large front porch is not there. This year, the shepherd's hook is still out on the north side of the house with my bucket garden hanging on it.
The Recipe Corner for this week featured a recipe for Ravioli Soup. I thought it was in last week's paper, so I didn't bother to copy the recipe. I've been planning on making that today because Tuesday is soup day. I kind of winged it. Nick hasn't told me he didn't like it. Next month I'll have to use the real recipe. I get so confused over which week something was published (in The Preston Citizen). Sometimes I'm sure something was published & either it was pulled or it was something that came in & was never published.
Today, I can't remember what the front page story is, sigh, or the front page picture. I'll remember tomorrow when I see it, LOL. I do remember that the Bear River Massacre was lower right hand corner of the front page. I hate reading the story of the massacre every year. I didn't get the page until late & we were really close to deadline, so I didn't read it. I hope there were no mistakes. The anniversary of the massacre is Jan. 29, so there will be a memorial Thursday at 11 a.m. I wonder if my ancestors had to put members of the calvary up that night in 1863 in Franklin. I hope not. I have a hard time going through those river bottoms because I can feel the unhappiness. I've also learned not to look up at the mural in the post office showing the "battle" of Bear River.
EDITED TO ADD: Nick told me tonight that supper was not good & there wasn't enough of it. He didn't get full.
Today, instead of enjoying the beautiful day, I spent the afternoon at Mother's curled up on the couch, sleeping the day away. Our visiting teacher came & after she left, the fatigue just crashed down on me like an avalanche. I laid on the left side & it hurt, but I was too tired to change sides. The left side is the side where I had the partial mastectomy & all the lymph nodes are gone. I have lymphedema on that side & shouldn't lay on that arm.
I found this picture of our house with icicles on it, but as I look at it, I realize it must have been taken last winter. The shepherd's hook is in front of the bedroom window, the metal storm door is still on the front door & the large front porch is not there. This year, the shepherd's hook is still out on the north side of the house with my bucket garden hanging on it.The Recipe Corner for this week featured a recipe for Ravioli Soup. I thought it was in last week's paper, so I didn't bother to copy the recipe. I've been planning on making that today because Tuesday is soup day. I kind of winged it. Nick hasn't told me he didn't like it. Next month I'll have to use the real recipe. I get so confused over which week something was published (in The Preston Citizen). Sometimes I'm sure something was published & either it was pulled or it was something that came in & was never published.
Today, I can't remember what the front page story is, sigh, or the front page picture. I'll remember tomorrow when I see it, LOL. I do remember that the Bear River Massacre was lower right hand corner of the front page. I hate reading the story of the massacre every year. I didn't get the page until late & we were really close to deadline, so I didn't read it. I hope there were no mistakes. The anniversary of the massacre is Jan. 29, so there will be a memorial Thursday at 11 a.m. I wonder if my ancestors had to put members of the calvary up that night in 1863 in Franklin. I hope not. I have a hard time going through those river bottoms because I can feel the unhappiness. I've also learned not to look up at the mural in the post office showing the "battle" of Bear River.
EDITED TO ADD: Nick told me tonight that supper was not good & there wasn't enough of it. He didn't get full.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Dreaded double post
I updated Mother's CaringBridge journal last night, so I didn't make an entry here. If you read both, it probably sounds like an echo. I do add more stuff here. I've tried to keep the Caring Bridge journal more about Mother's health & welfare, even though the rest of us creep in there once in a while.
Instacare called Mother yesterday with the results of the chest x-ray. Don-Mike was home & so he answered the phone for her. She doesn't answer the phone if she doesn't recognize the ring. She has 2 cracked ribs. Nothing they can do, but they reminded her to take deep breaths. Shallow breathing can cause pneumonia. But deep breathing hurts when your ribs are sore. If she starts coughing, she is to check back with them ASAP.
At The Preston Citizen we get weekly tips from a place called Dollar Stretchers. We use them once in a while as 'fillers.' Someplace that nothing else will fit. I wish I had remembered this tip. Put 1 cup rubbing alcohol & 2 cups of water in a quart zip loc bag, then bag that in another quart zip loc bag & freeze it. It freezes to a slushy consistency & then can be used on bruises & contusions. I could have sure used that Saturday night for Mother. I've always used a bag of frozen peas, but Mother didn't have any frozen veggies in her freezer.
I used that tip Monday on the social page for Jan. 14. I went right over to Mother's after work on Monday & did it. I checked it Tuesday on my out the door to DUP. It is slushy & will make a perfect ice bag.
Mother has been sleeping in the recliner in the living room because it hurts too much to lay down & have to get up to go to the bathroom. I dressed her leg again tonight & it is still oozing blood. I forgot to get the neosporin & she needs more gauze pads. I had been to the grocery store & had forgotten. But I didn't have a list. Lists are mandatory for me, sigh.
Don-Mike took Mother & I to Ogden today. I almost fell asleep going to Richmond, 14 miles south, yesterday taking Prissy to the vet. I made it to Franklin (about a third of the way to Richmond) & started nodding off. I should've stopped at La Tienda in Franklin & got a soda, but I didn't want to be late to the vet.
I did stop at La Tienda on the way back, got my iPod working, stuck the ear bud in my ear & cranked the volume up as high as it would go. Prissy cried all the way down & back. Tomorrow I get to take Sammy to the vet. I hope I can stay awake. I'll get a drink & use the iPod down AND back.
Anyway, today I slept most of the way down to Ogden & back. I turned off my hearing aid so I couldn't hear the music. Talking about having the volume cranked up. Don-Mike loves his new Chocolate-3 phone. That's what we were listening to, through the radio.
Mother's left hearing aid is not working. Since it is still under warranty, Dr. Christensen will send it back to the factory. Mother had lots of wax build up in both ears. I needed new tubing for my hearing aid. I sweat profusely & even though I have a dryer to put my hearing aids in at night to dry them out, the tubing still hardens fairly fast.
Instacare called Mother yesterday with the results of the chest x-ray. Don-Mike was home & so he answered the phone for her. She doesn't answer the phone if she doesn't recognize the ring. She has 2 cracked ribs. Nothing they can do, but they reminded her to take deep breaths. Shallow breathing can cause pneumonia. But deep breathing hurts when your ribs are sore. If she starts coughing, she is to check back with them ASAP.
At The Preston Citizen we get weekly tips from a place called Dollar Stretchers. We use them once in a while as 'fillers.' Someplace that nothing else will fit. I wish I had remembered this tip. Put 1 cup rubbing alcohol & 2 cups of water in a quart zip loc bag, then bag that in another quart zip loc bag & freeze it. It freezes to a slushy consistency & then can be used on bruises & contusions. I could have sure used that Saturday night for Mother. I've always used a bag of frozen peas, but Mother didn't have any frozen veggies in her freezer.
I used that tip Monday on the social page for Jan. 14. I went right over to Mother's after work on Monday & did it. I checked it Tuesday on my out the door to DUP. It is slushy & will make a perfect ice bag.
Mother has been sleeping in the recliner in the living room because it hurts too much to lay down & have to get up to go to the bathroom. I dressed her leg again tonight & it is still oozing blood. I forgot to get the neosporin & she needs more gauze pads. I had been to the grocery store & had forgotten. But I didn't have a list. Lists are mandatory for me, sigh.
Don-Mike took Mother & I to Ogden today. I almost fell asleep going to Richmond, 14 miles south, yesterday taking Prissy to the vet. I made it to Franklin (about a third of the way to Richmond) & started nodding off. I should've stopped at La Tienda in Franklin & got a soda, but I didn't want to be late to the vet.
I did stop at La Tienda on the way back, got my iPod working, stuck the ear bud in my ear & cranked the volume up as high as it would go. Prissy cried all the way down & back. Tomorrow I get to take Sammy to the vet. I hope I can stay awake. I'll get a drink & use the iPod down AND back.
Anyway, today I slept most of the way down to Ogden & back. I turned off my hearing aid so I couldn't hear the music. Talking about having the volume cranked up. Don-Mike loves his new Chocolate-3 phone. That's what we were listening to, through the radio.
Mother's left hearing aid is not working. Since it is still under warranty, Dr. Christensen will send it back to the factory. Mother had lots of wax build up in both ears. I needed new tubing for my hearing aid. I sweat profusely & even though I have a dryer to put my hearing aids in at night to dry them out, the tubing still hardens fairly fast.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Coincidence?
Today was a very busy day. I worked this morning & then since they don't feed us lunch at Daughters of Pioneers anymore, Mother & I went out to a small restaurant on HWY 91, Noey's, for lunch. Then to DUP, then to Mother's cardiology appointment in Logan. Run, run as fast as you can.
On the way home Mother needed a drink. I suggested Sonic. No, she wanted a bottle. I stopped at a convenience store just out of Logan's city limits, the 20-oz Mt. Dew was $1.49. Maybe I read it wrong because as I got in the car, the sign in the window said the liter was $1.49. At any rate, I was not going back in to check it out again. I was tired, sigh. The clerk was probably confused when I told her the pop was too expensive, LOL I told Mother we'd stop at the "new" Sinclair station in Smithfield.
We stopped there & I got my cup refilled & a 20 oz. bottle of Mt. Dew for Mother. When I went to pay for it, there was a sign that said the cashier was out filling propane & to go to the deli register. I walked over to the deli & there were 2 cashiers. One was telling the other that she needed a tarp. She'd checked Family Dollar in Preston & they didn't have any, so after work she was going to check Family Dollar in Smithfield. I told her that the best place to buy a tarp is at Bob's Mart in Preston. She, of course, didn't know where Bob's Mart is because it isn't Bob's Mart anymore, it's True Value Mart.
I found out she lives in Franklin, but is relatively new. I told her that I worked at The Preston Citizen. She asked if they needed any help. I said no, but she might check Bear River Publishing. I told her she needs to hand out resumes to different places. She said she didn't know how to do a resume. She said what she really needs is to find out where they hand out commodities. I asked her if she needed energy assistance. SEICAA had just started taking applications for energy assistance. She didn't know what SEICAA was. She handed me an order form & I wrote down SEICAA, aka SouthEastern Idaho Community Action Agency, with directions on how to find it. Gave her my name & phone number & I would be glad to help her with a resume.
I said, "You know why I stopped here don't you? I stopped at another convenience store & the pop was too expensive, so I told Mother we'd stop here." She agreed with me that I was supposed to stop there & help her.
I turned around & there was Mary Capparelli (Priestley) at the main register. I was surprised. Mary & I have known each other since 1st or 2nd grade. She was busy & couldn't talk. But a little after 7 she called from home, here in Preston. She asked if I would help her with her resume. She was desperate. She doesn't have a computer & needed help updating her resume. She needs to have it in the mail by noon tomorrow, but didn't know what to do. She said she couldn't believe it when she looked up & there I was. She said I was definitely an answer to prayer.
An instrument in God's hands. I read a book where the author kept a journal each night of how the Lord had led him each day. To look for the Lord's hand in your life. One of my favorite articles is "His Mysterious Ways: More than a Coincidence." It is a monthly feature in Guideposts magazine. So, as I recognize these occurrences, I have been trying to journal them.
On the way home Mother needed a drink. I suggested Sonic. No, she wanted a bottle. I stopped at a convenience store just out of Logan's city limits, the 20-oz Mt. Dew was $1.49. Maybe I read it wrong because as I got in the car, the sign in the window said the liter was $1.49. At any rate, I was not going back in to check it out again. I was tired, sigh. The clerk was probably confused when I told her the pop was too expensive, LOL I told Mother we'd stop at the "new" Sinclair station in Smithfield.
We stopped there & I got my cup refilled & a 20 oz. bottle of Mt. Dew for Mother. When I went to pay for it, there was a sign that said the cashier was out filling propane & to go to the deli register. I walked over to the deli & there were 2 cashiers. One was telling the other that she needed a tarp. She'd checked Family Dollar in Preston & they didn't have any, so after work she was going to check Family Dollar in Smithfield. I told her that the best place to buy a tarp is at Bob's Mart in Preston. She, of course, didn't know where Bob's Mart is because it isn't Bob's Mart anymore, it's True Value Mart.
I found out she lives in Franklin, but is relatively new. I told her that I worked at The Preston Citizen. She asked if they needed any help. I said no, but she might check Bear River Publishing. I told her she needs to hand out resumes to different places. She said she didn't know how to do a resume. She said what she really needs is to find out where they hand out commodities. I asked her if she needed energy assistance. SEICAA had just started taking applications for energy assistance. She didn't know what SEICAA was. She handed me an order form & I wrote down SEICAA, aka SouthEastern Idaho Community Action Agency, with directions on how to find it. Gave her my name & phone number & I would be glad to help her with a resume.
I said, "You know why I stopped here don't you? I stopped at another convenience store & the pop was too expensive, so I told Mother we'd stop here." She agreed with me that I was supposed to stop there & help her.
I turned around & there was Mary Capparelli (Priestley) at the main register. I was surprised. Mary & I have known each other since 1st or 2nd grade. She was busy & couldn't talk. But a little after 7 she called from home, here in Preston. She asked if I would help her with her resume. She was desperate. She doesn't have a computer & needed help updating her resume. She needs to have it in the mail by noon tomorrow, but didn't know what to do. She said she couldn't believe it when she looked up & there I was. She said I was definitely an answer to prayer.
An instrument in God's hands. I read a book where the author kept a journal each night of how the Lord had led him each day. To look for the Lord's hand in your life. One of my favorite articles is "His Mysterious Ways: More than a Coincidence." It is a monthly feature in Guideposts magazine. So, as I recognize these occurrences, I have been trying to journal them.
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