We've Still Got Gallstones Plus Another Fall

Steve still has his gallstones. If all goes as he wants, he will have his back surgery first on the 24th. The doctors don't seem to think that is best, but are willing to go along with it.

I was busy helping Granny get some food all cooked up (she has become concerned that I am going to be gone and she may be too worried and nervous to cook) when Angela called and had another fall at work. We had to have her knee, hip, and back checked out. He said everything was just sprained and bruised. Her back is really bothering her. She is pitiful, but the reason she fell is funny. A little boy decided while he was in the bathroom to get the mop, dip it in the toilet, and mop the floor. I am not sure how Angela missed all of that happening, but landed her fourth fall while working at Day Care. If this keeps up, she will be the first ever to go straight from Day Care to Assisted Living.

I need to go and try to do something about our bed situation at our hut. Steve has a sleep number bed on a 30 day trial. Susan, your bed is now boob high. Well that's on me. It will be lower for you because your boobs don't sag yet. I have a step stool that you crawl up onto your bed. It is sort of fun. We have been sleeping on it because it has been a week long process putting together the sleep number in between doctor visits and headaches, etc. Maybe we can get it finished tonight. Our 30 days will probably be up before we try it. That seems to be the Jones Household's Way about most everything.

If we get it put together and tried out, I will give you my important number on the next blog!!!

Love you all!

Gallstones for Sale

I think I'm changing the name of my blog. It is sort of boring, but it has gotten so busy since I first started my blog. Maybe it's because I call my life boring instead of being content in every situation.

It is now a toss up. We don't know which side of Steve they are going to operate on first. He was scheduled for back surgery, but has been in the hospital with gallstones this last week.

I may be "out of pocket" as my uncle used to call it when he had been on a drunk. I won't be on a drunk, but I may be sitting in a hospital somewhere trying to be a good wife and nursemaid.

Considering I don't get comments, nobody will miss me anyway. I love all of you anyway!

How many times does someone have to accuse you of being crazy before you fulfill their prophecy?

1. Today I have been told that the wet drops falling on me from the sky had to be a bird because rain was not in the weather forecast. 2. After I had snapped on a lid, I was told that it didn't fit. 3. That the 24th is on Thursday not Tuesday. 4. I'm crazy because I didn't stop when I was driving down a four lane street and suddenly I hear "Stop sign" (It was for the side street that angles into the street I was on.) 5. I'm crazy because I don't know that '01 means 1001. Those are the only ones I can recall right now, but there were others.

On the way home from the shopping spree with Granny on Monday, she continued a major complaint she has had about the cats coming in HER back yard (she lives about twenty feet directly behind us) bothering her birds and her flowers. She had already had me to use ammonia sprinkled around to keep the cats out of the flower bed. But it hasn't kept them from thinking the mulch is a great pooping place and therefore keeping her blood pressure raised. She said that red pepper was supposed to work. So in an effort to have peace and lower her blood pressure, I sprinkled red pepper all over HER back yard.
On Tuesday, I took Granny for a walk around the yard. She told me to pick certain flowers and I did, took them in and put them in a little vase with water, set them on the table, and thought everything was fine.
But it wasn't. Yesterday she informed me that she had messed with the flowers and had gotten that old red pepper on her hands and then in her eyes. I just can't win.
Don't get the wrong impression - I do love Granny!

Jennifer Hasn't Had Anything to Read At Work

Jennifer, check my comments if you need to waste time at work. Maybe while Susan is taking a Hockey, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas Holiday, I can slip away with her and come see that adorable Lily. I'll give you a warning, so you can use your extra time at work to think up some good excuses.

Granny has not been in a very good mood lately. I don't know if she knows that. Yesterday I found it very amusing that she was complaining about the quality of pears that a lady at church gave me that she decided she wanted. Then she was raving on and on about a couple of more things (I have done so well that I have "Blank, blank, blanked" them out of my mind. The blanks are not for cursing, they are what Susan Banks would say as she would hit her forehead when she needed to forget something.)
Anyway back to my story, after three complaints one right after the other and during them I had started peeling her pears, she asked "Where is that little song you are always humming?" I just said I guess I've already hummed it out today. I didn't bother to explain that I couldn't hum and hold my breath at the same time. I was already holding my breath to keep from making a comment I didn't need to make.

Also yesterday it was rather amusing that I asked her if she wanted to ride to the bank with me. When I left the bank she asked what else I was going to do. I told her we could go to the $ Store if she wanted to. Much to my disappointment, she did. We trudged through it for well over an hour. That poking around and stopping and waiting wears me out. I'm talking about just a little Dollar General Store. Meg, does your grandmother think everything should be priced like it were in 1950? Now none of that is the amusing part, but this is the amusing part. On the way home, approximately two hours after we had left, she looked at the clock and commented "How does the time get away so FAST when we are out together?"

The latest boring act in my life is carrying mulch from a big pile in a 5 gal. bucket to all parts of the yard. Some men were cutting trees from around the electricity lines across the road and was chewing it up and spitting it into a big truck (with a machine). I went and asked if they needed a place nearby to unload their truck, so they dumped me a truck load of mulch out. That big pile is going down about like Granny navigates through the $ Store - (very, very slowly.)

Well, I better close now because I just took a cat nap. Next thing I know, I will have lost this important post like I did the other night.

Jennifer, I'll give you a little warning what it will be like 30 years from now if Josh keeps teaching. Like Josh, Steve was very intelligent when he started teaching, but somewhere along the way little by little something happens. The other night Steve came to bed and started coughing and tossing, etc. and was just keeping the bed bouncing. I told him I didn't know we were to have an earthquake and he said I had better watch out there might be an eruption. I told him I had said an earthquake, not a volcano. He just said, "Oh" and started laughing.
Oh well, as Angela would say, "Earthquake, volcano, what's the difference if any."