Sunday, June 27, 2010

A long time....

I know....I've been slacking off big time.

It's another hot one today.  Thank goodness the pool is up and running.  I think Scott's having more fun with it than I am.  We bought some floats yesterday and outdoor cushions for the chairs.  Nothing very exciting.

Scott called West Virginia last night...Uncle Donald isn't doing well with the chemo he's getting for his cancer.  I guess they are giving him double doses.  We're going in August to visit with them.  I think it's going to be a tough one for all of us.  I've been saying extra prayers for him and Aunt Annie.

Mom's getting ready to watch the NASCAR race at Loudon Speedway.  Her man is #5, Mark Martin.  Scott's is #88, Dale Earnhardt, Jr.  Mine?  I don't really have one.  I watch it, but going around in a circle?  I don't know.  It's like golf, running around after a little ball....puhleaze.  I'd rather be driving the golf cart.  That looks like it's much more exciting.

No other news, which I guess is good news.  I'm still reading the book "Little Bee" which is pretty good.  Just taking me a long time to finish.  The afghan?  I'm still working on that too.  I've got to start moving though if I want it done for August for Aunt Annie and Uncle Donald.

Stay cool!!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Aunt Annie's home!

Scott and I got good news yesterday about his Aunt Annie.  She's home from the hospital ahead of schedule.  He talked to her yesterday and she sounded good.  I am so relieved; Scott is too.

Didn't do much this weekend.  Too hot and humid for me.  Yesterday Scott and I did some errands and visited with some of his friends at the park.  I broke down and went to Woolworks yarn store in Putnam yesterday.  Bad, bad, bad!!!  But I just can't help it.  I walk in there and the yarn is calling my name.  Nan-ceeeeee, knit with meeeee!  Blasted yarn.

There really isn't too much other excitement going on.  Been working on separating the paint cans in the cellar for the Hazardous Waste thing in Pomfret next Saturday.  I even found a small can of bowling alley wax!  No bowling alleys here, so I have no idea what my dad was doing with that.

Been awhile since my "words of Yankee wisdom", hasn't it?  So here it is:
"If it rains on the first Sunday of the month, every Sunday except one will be wet"

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Happy Birthday in Heaven, Dad

Today's my Dad's birthday.  He would have been 77 years old.  Not a day goes by that I don't think of him.  And some of the things that Scotty does, reminds me of my dad.  (or maybe it's the "guy mold" thing?)

My dad was a simple man.  He loved working on his family farm, which is below my mom's home now.  He loved working with the farm animals.  He always wanted to have that "big green tractor".  He ended up with a green lawnmower instead.

Dad loved working outside.  Puttering around.  I remember in the summers when he would take some weeks off with me, he would be mowing the lawn and have the stereo speakers in the windows of the house, blaring, with music of the Statler Brothers, the Oak Ridge Boys, and the Kendalls.  And that stereo was blaring!

Dad loved working his garden too.  Always too big.  Too many veggies.  My mother had a poodle named Gina, and she loved helping herself to the peas, ripping the pods right off the vines.  She always seemed to know when they were ready.  Dad always planted extra peas!

Thank goodness the good memories are more plentiful than the bad ones.  Some days are still harder than others.  But then there are the good days when you can't help but laugh at something that my Dad might have done or said.  Thank God for those days.

So I say it again.  Happy Birthday in Heaven, Dad.  I hope you are planting the biggest garden, riding the biggest tractor, fishing in the biggest stream, and free of all the pain you were in toward the end of your Earth life.  And I hope I'm making you proud, as I was proud of you during your brave fight to the end.

I love you, Dad, and miss you every day.

Happy Birthday