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Wednesday, April 29, 2015
I spent my birthday by myself. Half my family was sick and some were away. Monday, my good friend, Frances took Sandy and I to lunch at Baker's Restaurant. Sandy's birthday was yesterday. It was very nice of Frances. She visits the shut-ins regularly and organizes a group to visit them. Yesterday, we went to Midge and Jim's. They have a waterfront home on the Bohemia River. It is sad, though as Midge is blind and unable to see the river. She can see shapes. She used to be able to see with a monocular but that isn't working for her anymore. She was so happy when she got that as she could see people's faces. Now she has to recognize them by their voice. Both she and Jim are in their 90's. Jim had a stoke and gets around OK but cannot drive anymore. They have to depend on someone to take them places. Roxanne was taking them to church but Roxanne has moved away. Roxanne still does cleaning for them but has given her notice. The church misses Roxanne and her husband, Dave. They did so much for the church. Dave did the lawn and much of the handy work in the church.
Spring is coming on slowly. They trees and flowers are about a month behind. The azaleas are starting. The bleeding hearts are in full bloom and so are the tulips. I don't have many tulips so I'll have to get more. I could use more daffodils, too. Much yard work needs to be done. I can't rake the leaves out next to the house for another week as the exterminator but bate down for the ants. They were horrid this year.
I keep covers over my comforter in case Sparky throws up. I might as well not bother as he always manages to find a spot on the comforter that is not protected. I have to take the king size comforter to the triple washer at the laundry mat. It cost about ten bucks to wash and partially dry it. It will fit in my dryer but I want to get it a little dryer before I bring it home. He did it again this morning. I had flipped back the covers when I got up this morning and had not made the bed yet. I heard him heaving but got there too late. he threw up a second time but I was able to get a scrub rag under him. He doesn't like me to put something under him; he keeps moving to try to hit the comforter. I don't know what he ate that made him sick. He was eating grass yesterday. He sometimes picks things up off the street and eats them before I can get it out of his mouth. Last night, he ate something on the sidewalk and in the dark, I couldn't see what it was or what was in his mouth. He clamps his mouth shut like a pit bull or swallows it whole.
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Posted by tedkarol at April 29, 2015 9:58 AM