Monday, July 27, 2015

Semi-Annual Update

Hello, Blogland. I really do want to get caught up, both with my blog and yours, and I'm going to work it back into my schedule. This month. Which is less than a week left, but who's counting? Seems I don't get much accomplished besides work, some housework, PT on a painful knee, and trips to VA to see our sweet granddaughter.

Speaking of which, let me catch you up on her birth and growth:

Hazel Marilla and her mommy face to face for the very first time.
Meeting "Popsy"
Going home
"Mango" is the Baby Whisperer

Hazel and Mommy at 1 month
Easter--2 months old

Three  and 1/2 months old
Liking "tummy time" much more now
Jumparoos are fun! 
We only get to go up there every 6-8 weeks, and she changes so fast! Dawn has a tiny house, so we always have to stay in a motel, and that gets expensive after a while, even with deals. My hope is to semi-retire next summer, put the house on the market, and move to VA. I can't stand her having her grow up so far from us, and Dawn could use the help. She's a great mom, but times like a month ago when they were both sick, can be overwhelming when you're a single parent. Just gotta convince the hubs. Moving again at our age is a daunting thought, and no fun, but I really want to be a bigger part of Hazel's life.
Haven't been sewing much, just working on the drapes for Hazel's room--which are taking forever! Never try to make drapes long distance. It just doesn't work. Hope to get those finished soon so I can get back to doing what I really love--cutting up fabrics and putting them back together again!

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Cycling Back Through Again

Since Facebook, I've spent most of my time keeping up with friends and family there. And after Google discontinued Blogger, it's been harder to find my favorite blogs. But I've missed reading about your lives and your activities and your quilts, so I'm going to get back to my favorites and start over again. Don't think I can catch up on the past 2 years all at once, so forgive me if I ask stupid questions in your comment sections!

Still living in NC, still working in hospice, never have enough time to get everything done--same old, same old!  Jack is good, Tandi is battling another health crisis, I've joined Weight Watchers and lost 31 lbs, and--we're going to be grandparents any day now!


 DD has never found a guy she felt she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, but her biological clock was ticking. Loudly. (She's 36). So she went to a fertility clinic and decided to become a single mom. Her due date was Jan. 23, but I told her my grandchild wanted a purple birthstone, so it looks like it will be an amethyst after all. It's going to be a girl, and probably a pretty laid back little gal, based on the easy pregnancy and said baby's reluctance to vacate the premises right now.

Since DD lives 7 hours away, we paid for a doula for her, so she wouldn't have to go through the whole process alone.

This is the baby bump Thanksgiving weekend. We got to see her a couple of weeks before Christmas, but not since then, so I've requested another belly pic. DD's doing the nursery in a woodland theme:

Everything is all set up and ready now, except for the curtains, which Grandma has been trying to make. However, my machine is mal-functioning right now, and I can't figure out why.  It's a Bernina 1130S, and this is what it's doing:

I changed out the needle, and it did fine for about 45 minutes, but has started balling up and wrapping around the bobbin again. Any ideas what I'm doing wrong? I've checked to make sure it's threaded correctly, and it is. The fabric is $17.00/yd, the most expensive fabric I've ever sewn, and this is making me nervous. As the rate this is going, granddaughter will be entering kindergarten before I get her curtains finished. (that's scrap fabric above).

Any ideas will be appreciated!

Saturday, September 07, 2013

Sunday, August 25, 2013

I'm back--is anyone still out there?

It was only supposed to be a little break--but it's been almost 10 months since I've posted. And I'm still not sure I have anything worth blogging about!  Not to mention I have to dust off the camera and get busy with pics.

We've all had some health issues. My diabetic meds weren't controlling my sugars last fall, so I was dragging my way through the days and not realizing what was going on, because I'd quit checking my sugars. Bad girl. They had been stable so long, I just took it for granted they'd stay that way, even though I know diabetes is a progressive disease.

So my doc added Actos in early Dec., which controlled my sugars very well. Problem was, the side effects were awful--chest pain, shortness of breath, weight gain, blurred vision, back pain, and-- overwhelming fatigue. I was right back where I started. March we stopped that and tried going with only the Januvia again, but that still wasn't enough. Then we tried the Januvia with Metformin, even though I historically couldn't tolerate those side effects either. Nothing's changed there--still can't tolerate Metformin. Now we're trying only Glipizide. If that doesn't work, we go to Victoza, which is an injectable non-insulin medication. My doc says starting insulin on a type II diabetic is a slippery slope and we're trying to avoid that. So far, so good.

J-Man is doing okay--has a biopsy scheduled for Tues., so we will know more in a week or so. It's a guy thing.

Tandi--my little furbaby--finally healed from her second knee surgery and rehab and all was well for 5 months. Then she began getting very lethargic, feverish, and wasn't eating. And when she doesn't eat, she's really sick. Thought it might be dental-related, but it wasn't that, and during the cleaning, she really bled. Her platelets were pretty low. A week on antibiotics didn't change that, and didn't stop the fever, and her platelets dropped more. Her vet had me take her to the veterinary hospital in Greenville, SC, about an hour away, where they kept her for 6 nights over Memorial Day weekend. Turns out she has an autoimmune disease that kills off her platelets, and she could have bled out. The platelets should have been around 200,000, but they dropped to 2,000 at one point.

But they managed to turn her around, and now she's on Cyclosporin ( at $100.00/ 30 pills) and Prednisone. A cocker spaniel on Prednisone? Can you say "voracious" appetite? Poor little thing wants to eat constantly. I had to take the toilet paper off the roll and put it up on the counter, because she was unraveling that to eat it. Two weeks ago I bought a big basket of peaches at the local farmer's market to put up for freezing, and the little foodie managed to get 3 of them out and eat them before I caught her! She gets green beans in her food at suppertime, because the fiber makes her feel fuller, and I go through a huge bag of carrots about every two weeks, because we give her those for snacks during the day. And apples. I've never had a teenage boy, but I'll bet it's not much different!

I'm still loving Hospice nursing--can't imagine going back to hospital nursing. I'd retire first. The plan was to stay at the inpatient unit for a while, then go to home hospice, but I'm so happy where I am, I'm planning to stay for now. Plus, I think I like the structure. My job can be difficult at times--the families, especially, break my heart--but it's so rewarding. I feel blessed to be a part of their lives at this critical time, and sometimes I can make a difference. And that's what we all want, isn't it? To make a difference in this world?

(Taken from our facility last Dec.)

In other news, the countdown to Hallowe'en is on. I'd almost decided not to do it this year, as it gets harder every year to come up with something different, and get it all set up and taken down by myself. Plus, I was scheduled to work. But a couple of months ago, a young mother was pushing a stroller down my street, with another small son, maybe 4 years old, trailing behind. I was out working in the yard (before the Great Monsoon of  '13) and she waved and called "Just want you to know how much we enjoy your yard every year at Hallowe'en!" I thanked her and asked the little guy what he was dressed as last year. He said he was a character from "Cars"  (I don't remember who) and he's going to be Darth Vader this year. I was suckered in. The show must go on. I requested off and got it, and the planning and search for props are in full swing. More later.
I was doing pretty well at reading your blogs until Google  discontinued its Reader (though they still let you post--where's the sense in that?). Took me a while to find bloglovin', so now I can find out what you've all been up to this summer.  8^)

Anyway, if you're still out there, thanks for hanging with me. I'll try not to let you down again.


Sunday, November 04, 2012

Hallowe'en 2012

Winds from Hurricane Sandy changed the plans a little, but the parts that got left out can be set up next year. I didn't get a single pumpkin carved this year; as it was, I got the last cobweb strung up at 10 minutes to four that afternoon. It was just enough time to jump in the shower, put on some black clothing, and get all the lights turned on, lit, placed and whatever.

Here are some of the scenes from the night:


My sort-of them was "abandoned house". Earlier in the week, my "adult" skeletons had been sitting on the delapidated lawn swing Jack and DD had bought me many years ago, while shorter skeletons were riding the tricycle planter. For the big night, the swing was shown in its true collapsed state, and the tricycle overturned, with pumpkins smashed around, and cobwebs everywhere.




Loved how this guy threw shadows onto the side of the house:
We didn't get as many Trick-or-Treaters (ToTs) as in some years, but it was the middle of the week, and it had been really windy from Hurricane Sandy, so many went down to Main Street. However, we have a loyal following, and the night brought many kidlets who come year after year. For the second year in a row, the couple who sold us the house have come back with their twin daughters to see the place.
No less than 5 neighbors have remarked on how late I was at getting set up this year! Two separate groups have vowed to come help when I get too old and decrepit to do this anymore. I'm counting on their loyalty, as I had a little vandalism for the first time in the 10 Hallowe'ens I've been here. I'm pretty sure who did it, and fortunately, the damage wasn't permanent, but I found it disheartening that after all the time, effort, and expense that went into this display, someone would try to destroy it. I briefly considered giving up and not doing this anymore. Frankly, traipsing all over my uneven yard, getting up and down ladders, and making my way in and out of the crawlspace is killer on my knees.  No one but my husband knows how much work goes into this year after year, and bless his heart, he and the dog and the house have been neglected far too long.
But as a friend posted on my FB entry, "don't let them win." So I think I'm going to let some of my neighbors know about the vandalism and maybe pressure will be brought on the perpetrator to confess. I know just how I'm going to have him make amends.