No Time or Energy To Post

I have been at my Mother's for over a week now and last night was the first time I had the energy to turn on my computer.  I visited as many of you as I could but left no comments.  Tim will be here on Saturday and we will fill up the containers with furniture and boxes to bring back home.  This has been an incredibly emotional time.  Watching my Mom let go of everything she has collected and loved all these years has been painful for me.  Some things are coming home with me because she just needed to know that someone wanted them.  Many of her belongings were her Mother's before her, and her Mother's before her.  Generations and heirlooms.  Her home will never be the same, nor will mine.

The house now belongs to my Sister and her husband, and the next time I come to see my folks it will be as a guest of my Sister.  Construction has already begun on the Master bedroom and bathroom. (It was needed badly).  I will be eternally grateful that they were willing to make this move so that Mom and Dad could stay in this house and be cared for by someone who loves them.  I know they will be in good and loving hands for  the rest of their days on this Earth.  Still, this is hard.  This forces me to accept the reality of their mortality.  I don't want to face that. I need them.  I will always need them.

Blessings,
Red

This and That

Shortly before my last furlough I decided to take all of the pictures off of my bulletin board at work and start over.  I had only put a few pictures back up when I took my week off.  When I got back to work there was a sign pinned to the bulletin board next to my picture of Harriet (my deceased favorite chicken, in case you don't remember). 

From my Boss:

He cracks me up!  He's an old farm boy. He eats chickens, he doesn't take pictures of them. He also teases me without mercy, but it's okay because it keeps things real.  

Today we closed up the office and all went out to lunch.  One of our rock suppliers gave us a very nice gift certificate to the restaurant at a golf course.  I seldom go out to lunch with the guys, but I needed a change of scenery so I agreed to go.  (I wondered what the waitress was thinking when she saw one woman having lunch with six men.  Ha!)  We had a great lunch and guess what we talked about most of the time?  Guns.  Not one word about the political climate, or gun control, or anything like that.  Just stories about guns in their lives and finding them and losing them and messing up the sights, etc.. It was quite enjoyable.

I'll be heading back to sunny California next Tuesday for a couple of weeks.  My sister and her family are moving into my parents home and I'm bringing back a storage container full of  Mom's furniture. Things are going to get really crazy, very fast.  I will arrive on Tuesday and we have to be ready for a huge garage sale on Saturday. Yikes! 

I will be blogging from there on my net book.  My wonderful employers just upgraded my cell phone to an iPhone 5, so I should even be able to get some good photos.  I'll just have to figure out how to get them off the phone and onto the computer!  (One thing at a time).

Hopefully, by the time I get home those trees out back will be gone and the new pasture will be taking shape.  Hmmm.  We'll see. :)

Blessings,

Red

Still Here

Just haven't been feeling well.  I'll be back soon.

Blessings,
Red

Easter Wishes

Wishing you all a blessed Easter.

Seriously?

 

In Portland there is a well known hospital called Oregon Health Sciences University, commonly referred to as OHSU.

 

These pictures were taken in the ladies room on the Cardiology floor.  See the little sign on the wall above the silver plated sensor?  You won't believe what it says.....

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

It kind of makes you wonder how much they think of their patients intellects. Apparently, we don't know better than to drink from the toilet instead of the drinking fountain.  Oh, and notice it is only in English, so the minorities must already know better. :)

 

Well, I'm so glad they cleared that up for me!

 

Blessings,

Red

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