The week in review

Recap: My grandpa suffered a massive stroke Wednesday morning.  He was taken to two hospitals before losing consciousness and being sent to a third.  He never woke up.  Now he never will.  My grandpa passed away this morning; he was 73.

I’m having a hard time with this.  I just saw him last week and he was fine.  He was in good overall health; he still worked, driving a semi for a farming operation near Parkersburg, I believe.  He and his wife enjoyed travelling; they went south for the winter and attended bluegrass festivals in the summer.  Last year (or whichever year it was that we had so much flooding and no, it wasn’t this year) they went out to the East Coast and had a grand time.  He enjoyed woodworking and had taken up whittling; last year for Christmas presents he made bowls for my aunt and my sister and a recipe box for me.  He hadn’t done any woodworking in a long time and he had only recently taken it up again; he used to love it and I was glad to see him doing something he enjoyed again.

I know he’s in a better place now and that he passed peacefully, but that doesn’t make it any easier for me.  He didn’t suffer the way that my mom and my grandma did; his was a relatively short and painless death compared to theirs.  But that doesn’t ease my pain.  I know this isn’t all about me, but I miss him.  I wish he was still here.  To think he’ll never tease me again or joke around with me; he won’t get to see Tom grow up and become a man; he won’t get to see me…I was thinking about it this morning after I got the call and tomorrow is the 14th anniversary of the day my mom died.  When her grandma died, I was only a little younger than Tom is now and my mom was only a little older than I am now.  Weird.

For everyone who kept us in your thoughts and prayers, thank you.

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Hump Day

Today, as we all know, is Hump Day, the middle of the week.  From here on in, it’s a beautiful downhill ride to the weekend.  Today has definitely been characterized by humps for me.

This morning was going along pretty well until right around 11:00 a.m. or so, when I got a phone call from my aunt.  My aunt never calls me during business hours because we are both at work, and she never calls me at work.  That right there told me something was fishy in Herringtown.  She was on her way to Iowa City and was calling to tell me that my grandpa had a stroke this morning.  His wife took him to the local hospital, which moved him to one about half an hour away.  That was when he started worsening.  Then they sent him to Iowa City.  He has massive bleeding on the brain and hasn’t been conscious since leaving Waterloo this morning for Iowa City.  The chances that he will make it are very slim.

Today has not been a red-letter day.

Excuse me, but I’m going to go cry some more now.  Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers.  Thanks.

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It’s just another manic Monday…

…I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my fun day
My I-don’t-have-to-run day
It’s just another manic Monday…

That pretty much says it all right there.  Well, except for the manic part.  But the whole mood of the song kind of fits my mood today.  I’m just feeling tired and rather blah today.  I would rather be somewhere cozy, like curled up in bed, but instead, I have to be at stupid work.  *sigh*

Please can’t I go home?

Not much to tell today.  I left my brain at home this morning, so I’m rather non-functional at the moment.  But here’s some random entertainment to brighten your day.

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*girly giggle*

I’m just a wee bit giddy now.  I had a surprise visit from the hunnybunny while I was at work!  With flowers!  Very pretty blue and purple somethings.  I’ll have to take pictures.  That was so sweet of him!

I actually was out running errands when he stopped, but since he hadn’t quite gotten to where I work, it worked out.  I was on the corner waiting for the light to change when he pulled up.  I was talking to him on the phone at the time (he’d tried to call a couple times and I hadn’t answered), so when he suddenly yelled, “Hey, you sexy lady!” I didn’t realize at first that he was right in front of me.  Hey, it was bright outside and I was without sunglasses!  And yes, I’m easily confused, as I’m sure he noticed…when I looked up and finally spotted him, he was half-laughing at me, but I don’t care.

*sigh*  Only one hour and eleven minutes till I get to go home and hang out with him and my baby all night!  Yay!  Come on, time, hurry up!  Go faster!

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Another rant of sorts

I’ve been following the case of Andy Dougherty (sort of) in the Des Moines Register of late and I have to say, I am very intrigued by it.  I’ve really enjoyed reading the comments after today’s op-ed piece; they are a great illustration of how some people can completely lose sight of objective reasoning and get swept up in the mob mentality.  Mob justice never accomplished anything worthwhile.  On the other hand, there are several comments that show how objective some people can truly be.  With such a sensitive topic, it takes a lot of courage to stick up for people accused of such crimes and I commend anyone who does.  Not everyone accused of a sex crime is a monster.

It seems to me like I had a lot more to say on that earlier, shortly after I read the article in this morning’s paper, but now, not so much.  Guess that just goes to show how an initial reading can inflame the passions and how time can temper things.  On the other hand, I read an article a little while ago about extending Medicaid to those between the ages of 19 and 65 who have no children and meet income guidelines.  The lone comment concerns the tax money that would be used to pay for such an expansion of benefits and while I agree that the author has a point, I still don’t think that it would be a terrible idea.  If you don’t have health insurance, you’re pretty well screwed if you have any sort of health problem.  Yes, taxpayers would be footing the bill, but at least in Iowa, if you’ve ever been on any sort of state aid, the state will come back and collect from your estate.  Coffer replenishment partly solved (not everyone’s estates have enough money to repay the state).  I have a problem with people that abuse the welfare system, but not everyone on welfare is playing the system.  Sometimes even when you work full-time, you just can’t afford things and you need help.  I speak from experience.  It was personally embarrassing for me to be on welfare, but at the time, I needed the help and I was not too proud to take it when it came to my family’s well-being.

I work full-time but am unable to afford health insurance; the premiums for decent coverage are just prohibitively expensive.  It’s a problem for me as some of the medication I take is also prohibitively expensive.  And yet, the expanded Medicaid program would be of no use to me because I have a child.  I would still advocate for it, though, because for some people, it would really be a Godsend.  If you’ve ever had to choose between groceries and a trip to the doctor for your sick child, you know what I mean.

Okay, I’ll get off my high horse now.  In other news, it’s a beautiful day outside again and I wish I didn’t have to be cooped up inside.  Maybe we can take the kids to the park tonight or something and just enjoy being outside.  Or maybe we could curl up in the hammock while the kids play in the yard…

*sigh* Can I go home yet?

Eight days till September 3…

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Keep it light, keep it bright, keep it gay!

I know, I know, my poetry sucks, but I was feeling a bit on the creative side today.  And the weather is just so beautiful that I felt compelled to write something about it.  As I was sitting on a bench this noon, I just couldn’t resist writing about the gentle late-summer breeze wafting through the courthouse square, winding in and out of the trees like a dancer twirling a ribbon.  Lovely daydreams consumed my thoughts and consume them still; I really don’t want to be at work right now.  Oh, to be at home, napping in the hammock beneath the trees, preferably with company. 🙂  Such fun!

I am so excited!  My baby’s coming home tonight!  YAY!!!  I haven’t seen him in a whole week and I’ve never gone that long without seeing him before.  I can’t wait!  I missed him so much!

*yawn*  I suppose I had better get something done, but I really don’t want to…

*sigh*  Can it please be five o’clock instead of only quarter after one?

Nine days till September 3…

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Pink nail polish and other sundry items of interest

There was an article in the Des Moines Register this morning dealing with a man in Pennsylvania who wants to open a halfway house for sex offenders.  I thought it was a very interesting article and I think it is very nice of him to do such a thing.  His request was denied and so he invited three convicted sex offenders who had served prison time into his home, where they help out around the house, contribute to the bills, and actively search for employment and housing elsewhere.  His neighbors are furious, but I find his actions refreshing.  Residency restriction laws are absolute crap.

I can hear the nay-sayers now: Would you really want your child living next door to a sex offender?  What if something happened?  Who’s to say they are truly rehabilitated?  I see a huge problem with this sort of logic, though.  The law in Iowa states that all registered sex offenders must live at least 2,000 feet away from any school or registered daycare.  That eliminates all of Gladbrook and I’m pretty sure it eliminates all of Reinbeck.  It also eliminates a lot of Marshalltown, as there are schools and daycares all over the place there, and I’m sure the same holds true for other metropolitan areas.  With such stringent restrictions on where people are able to live, it creates headaches not only for the sex offenders trying to find a place to live, but also for the police officers whose job it is to keep track of them.  Man hours are wasted trying to make sure that registered addresses are not bogus.  These people have friends, too, and friends will lie to cover for their buddies when in danger like this.

I am of the opinion that the truly dangerous offenders are locked up in prisons with no chance of getting out.  The repeat offenders usually repeat prison sentences, just like other criminals.  And jail is a difficult place to be a sex offender, especially if your offense involved children.  Better not bend over to reach for that soap.  And as far as something happening to my child, the odds of a sex offender living next door to me and doing something to my child are slim.  Most offenses take place with someone the victim already knows and who is already allowed access to the child, so just because you enact a law that says sex offenders can’t live within so many feet of a place doesn’t mean that there’s going to be a reduction in sex crimes.  Just because you can’t live within 2,000 feet of a school doesn’t mean you can’t go within 2,000 feet of a school.  If they want it bad enough, they’ll find a way, and no law will stop them.

It seems the fury over this in Iowa hit fever pitch about the time that Jetseta Gage was killed.  What bothered me about that case so much was that her own mother was allowing the Bentley brothers access to her daughter; they were invited into her home and she trusted them around her children.  Look how that trust was repaid.  I personally think she is a stupid, careless woman for letting people around her child without knowing more about their backgrounds first.

If anyone actually reads this, I anticipate a lot of angry comments, but really, it’s about time that someone stood up and voiced this kind of opinion.  The way most people talk, sex offenders are the scourge of the galaxy.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not condoning their actions; I find them as reprehensible as the next person.  But people are capable of change.  And laws can be a problem; how many men out there have been convicted of having consensual sex with their underage girlfriends?  And by men I mean like a 19-year-old boy and his 15-year-old girlfriend.  If convicted, he will have to register as a sex offender for his entire life, just because he took a roll in the hay with a girl who was willing but under the age of consent (16 in Iowa).  Now you tell me: Is he really such an evil person?  Not many people often stop to think about it that way.

I understand that the scenario posed above is not the case with all sex offenders, but it happens more than people think and I think people ought to use their brains a bit before condemning others.  Judge not, lest ye be judged.  The article I linked to above had a very good quote in it from Jeremiah that I think is very fitting to this discussion: “For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sin no more.”  It was a wise person who said that.

And now, on to less inflammatory matters.  Apparently the future of Delta Industries  and that of its employees is looking a little clearer.  The plan is to rebuild, but they’re not sure where yet.  I really hope they will seriously consider staying in Reinbeck as a lot of employees live in town.  I believe it would be a major blow to our local economy for Delta to pick up and leave.  As there is no word yet on what caused the fire, I am still curious.  I’ve heard arson mentioned, but I don’t know if I’m ready to believe that.  I suppose I’m a bit naive, but I prefer to believe the best of people and look for the good in them, so it’s really hard for me to recognize the bad in people, especially people that I know.  Hopefully they’ll be able to conclude the investigation soon and provide answers for the community.

And now, something completely different!

My grandpa’s wife underwent two surgeries this week to correct a heart problem.  I am happy to say that she came through both operations quite well, but she remains in ICU and will probably be there for four or five more days before probably making a trip to an assisted living facility to continue her recovery.  I’m very hopeful that the two surgeries she had will correct all the problems she’s been having and that she’ll be up and around again and back to her normal self in no time.  I’m sure my grandpa is hoping the same thing.

I’ve been doing quite a lot of writing and typing today and boy, are my hands tired!  So on that note, I think I will bid you all (okay, all one of you) a fond farewell and a happy Friday!

Nineteen days till September 3…

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Sweet, sweet sleep…

…how I long for thee!  And peace and quiet, too!

My week sure filled up in a hurry.  In one afternoon, I have filled up two days and an evening, all within the next week!  One of those days will involve vacation time and pampering, right before a very long drive and a very early morning (more vacation time).  I had rather forgotten how crazy the week before a wedding can be!  Not mine, mind you, a friend’s.  I’m a bridesmaid.  A bridesmaid without shoes…I might want to fix that problem before Saturday.  Now if only I knew what else I would wear silver shoes with…

*sigh*  I love kids, but sometimes they’ll drive you nuts!  After today, I’m amazed I haven’t sprouted a bald patch.

And now, without further ado, I present the gentle gurgling of the desktop fountain and the somewhat more urgent gurgling of the fish tank…Swim, fishies, swim!  Swim for your lives!  The fountain will save you!

As you can see, I have entered the Silly Zone, that part of you which overcomes all normal functioning when you are so tired that you can hardly see straight, let alone stand straight or do much of anything else straight…Such as making any kind of sense whatsoever…

I think I need a nap.

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Facebook update

I’ve been piddling around on Facebook off and on all afternoon.  I took a break from favoriting quotes from The Simpsons to do some actual work and when I went back, the layout of the whole site had been changed!  It’s so weird!  I’ve been on Facebook for close to a year, but it’s amazing how quickly you get used to a certain layout.  I suppose that probably doesn’t make much sense, but I’m in training for the Junior Space Cadets right now, so nanner nanner boo boo.

Anyway, it’s weird!  I can’t get used to it!  Granted, I’ve only taken about five seconds to wrap my mind around the concept and who knows?  Maybe once I adjust to the new layout, I’ll even like it better than the old one.  But I miss seeing my flair board…And they should really make that tiny little board bigger!  Must display more flair!

Okay, perhaps I should lay off the sugar…Or maybe just take a nap…

I guess that qualifies as my whining for the day.  The weather has really been nice the last couple of days.  It’s a little bit humid, but the temperature is staying down, so it’s not too bad outside.  Unless, of course, you’re carrying mail all day, and then I suppose it probably is…

Nine days till August 1…

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How to give your cat a pill

  1. Pick up cat and cradle it in your left arm as if holding a baby.  Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat’s mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand.  As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth.  Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.
  2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa.  Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.
  3. Retrieve cat from bedroom and throw soggy pill away.
  4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm, holding rear paws tightly with left hand.  Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger.  Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.
  5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe.  Call spouse from garden.
  6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws.  Ignore low growls emitted by cat.  Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth.  Drop pill down ruler and rub cat’s throat vigorously.
  7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap.  Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains.  Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.
  8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit.  Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil, and blow down drinking straw.
  9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink one beer to take taste away.  Apply Band-Aid to spouse’s forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
  10. Retrieve cat from neighbor’s shed.  Get another pill.  Open another beer.  Place cat into cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing.  Force mouth open with dessert spoon.  Flick pill down throat with elastic band.
  11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges.  Drink beer.  Fetch bottle of Scotch.  Pour shot, drink.  Apply cold compress to cheek and check medical records for date of last tetanus shot.  Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect.  Toss back another shot.  Throw t-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.
  12. Call fire department to retrieve the damn cat from across the road.  Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat.  Take last pill from foil wrap.
  13. Tie the little %*#**!*# front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table and find heavy-duty pruning gloves from shed.  Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of filet steak.  Be rough about it.  Hold head vertically and pour two pints of water down throat to wash pill down.
  14. Consume remainder of Scotch.  Get spouse to drive you to emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye.  Call furniture shop on way home to order a new table.
  15. Arrange for ASPCA to collect mutant cat from hell and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.

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