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  Hi, it is me again, Bo. Mom's hand hurts today and she told me I could take over the blog. Well, just for today. It has been a stressful morning at our house. Toni Louise needs to reset her internal clock. She cares not that time has changed to Daylight Savings Time. It is still dark at 6:00 when she stands at the foot of Mom's bed and barks. I tried to tell her that we should all wait another hour and let Mom sleep. Mom yells, "No, Toni, it is sleeping time." Then Toni barks again. This time Dad bellows, "Stop it!" Mom got up to take us dogs out. She was not very pleasant about it, mumbling about Toni being relentless. I was going to ask Eddie about this word, relentless, but he was not listening to me.  He was at the door barking his fool head off, before Mom even got there. Kevin was trying to talk to Eddie, too, but Eddie wasn't listening to anyone. Mom opened the door and that is when it happened. Eddie ran (he usually waddles and takes his time),...

  I am so excited about my late Mother's Day gift from The Man. I sometimes complain that The Man never pays attention to me. Over the years this has led to some pretty unique gifts. I really did not think he could top the Mother's Day gift he gave me when the children were young, but old enough to question his idea of a gift. That was the year he gave me 50 lbs. of cow manure. I his defense, I did say that I wanted to fertilize the gardens and grass. He says I asked for it, but I just mentioned it in passing. He gave me clothespins and trash cans one year for Christmas. That was early in our marriage when we couldn't afford to pay attention, and I did ask for those particular items. You should also know that was not the only gifts I got and my gifts to him were equally useful. I have a new toilet seat! The toilet seat that was in use before was hard to clean. I could clean it and know that it was clean, but it never looked clean. I told The Man that I was going to order on...

  Gas prices keep going up. I want to take a trip; I really want to go somewhere. My biggest obstacle is not the fuel prices, but appointments for both of us. Every time I think I have carved out a two-week span with nothing to hold us here, another obstacle steps up to block the way. Yesterday I had the stitches in my hand removed. Still so swollen and ugly. The nurse and I took the tight stitches out and I had imagined I would feel instant relief. High expectations, I know. In came the needle and syringe. No numbing, but the only part that stung was the needle piercing the skin. He was as surprised as I was that no blood filled the syringe, just a tiny bit of clear fluid. He ordered a pressure bandage and another visit in 2 weeks. It didn't start to really hurt until almost bedtime. A dull ache all the way through my hand, up my arm and mainly my wrist. I am hoping the swelling will go down and my wrist will regain some range of motion that doesn't hurt.  Remember when they ...

  Our old girl, Toni Louise, is aging rather rapidly. I saw her picture in an ad from the local dog shelter. She had a sweet little face and I was charmed. I showed the picture to The Man. He looked and agreed that she looked sweet. Then he made his annoying proclamation of "NO MORE DOGS!" A couple of days later the dog shelter called me (because, of course, I called them to enquire about the sweet-faced dog) to let me know that they had gotten a lot of strays in and reminded me that they were not a no-kill facility. Repeating that info to The Man, I showed him her picture again. This was back in our campground running days when I was held captive to the business, while The Man did the fun stuff, like mowing and towing and cleaning out septic lines. I am not saying that his work was glamorous, but it did provide him with the opportunity to leave the property quite often.  He called me in the office to say that he had an errand to run "in town" and would be back soon...

  No pain pills for two whole days. Healing is taking place! My thumb healed first. I can bend it and wiggle and pull my britches up and down. That got me thinking .... When I was a lowly student nurse in the early 70's, I encountered a doctor in the ER who liked to cut toes out on his patients with ingrown toenails. Wait, I misrepresented his technique; he literally yanked them out. He loved an audience and would happily invite the student nurses to watch. He would seek out the instructors to send us there. There were two classes going on and healthy supply of students to horrify. The patient would be waiting in complete dread. I don't know if they had experience or just word of mouth from other patients having had this procedure. He would enter in a rush and grab the offending toe and wrap a rubberband as tight as possible around the base of the toe. His tray of sterile instruments would have already been set up. This is when the instruments were not disposable. They were gat...

  "Hey'', I said to the man in his recliner next to me "when I tell you that I had already told you something, you do believe me, don't you?" I wonder about the strangest things, I've been told. It was The Man who told me so. Can't help it, I am naturally curious. And highly intelligent .... that is what my mother said about my sister and me. I am no genius, but I read a lot and that curiosity makes me ask questions. I retain that knowledge and pull it from the depths sometimes in an effort to explain things to The Man. I also am good at paying attention to my surroundings, not a trait The Man shares with me. So, I wonder and ask absurd questions. His answer to the question, by the way, was "No, maybe sometimes." Encouraged to continue with a titillating conversation, I asked, "Can you tell when I am lying? Not that I am. I did tell you most of the things you ask me about two or more times." He thought about it, like I knew he woul...