Beneath the Wraps

          My Uncle Ross had battled cancer off and on for I don’t know how many years.   His last time in the hospital was majorly hard on his wife and children – but he kept up a positive attitude, I believe for their sake.                       When he left the hospital, he was told that he would have no more than a year left on earth.   (Probably not in those exact words – but you get the gist)           My cousin, Michelle, had sent out a request for an early “Christmas in July” celebration – hoping that we would all enjoy one last celebration with Uncle Ross and have those treasured memories as we had for mom.   Only her request came as a plea on my part: “LaTiesha is moving to Oregon.   Let’s have our Christmas early this year before she goes” She didn’t want to sa...

Three weeks ago I was at a Roseburg service station waiting for a Greyhound bus.   I had purchased my ticket several hours earlier, but the bus was running late – so I was told by the worker who was frantically trying to wait on everyone.   He had us stand in two lines – those who were purchasing tickets for Greyhound and those who were patrons of the convenient store. Fortunately for him there was another employee working the pumps.   Whoever had been assigned to be in the store with him had called in sick, had been fired, or quit without notice.   I guess he handled himself rather well.   Poor guy couldn’t wait until ten when he’d finally be able to turn off the lights and call it a night.          There were probably about 15 people or so waiting for the bus going to Portland.   The man who had sold us our tickets said that the rumor was that the bus driver had had a nervous breakdown and had decided to wal...

          Blueberries are one of Jenna’s absolute favorite things to eat.   There was a time when Biff had purchased twelve cartons of blueberries.   She ate eleven of them.   She would have eaten all twelve, but as Biff had made the purchase, I thought it was only fair that he get at least one carton. This morning we had the experience of picking blueberries from the DelEv blueberry patch at the end of Myrtle Creek – or so we believe.   The area didn’t seem to have service for cell phones or other such electronics. Evelyn introduced herself to us and showed us where to pick the blueberries.   It took only 20 minutes to pick 5 pounds.   I think she was disappointed that we had not picked more – but we are not canners or freezers.   Perhaps in time – but we still haven’t unpacked everything for Heaven’s sake!    Roland mentioned my blog to her and said I would help advertise her...

         Denise and I didn’t always communicate.   She likes to use the map.   I like the GPS.   She had issues about trusting the GPS.   I can no longer navigate from a map without becoming nauseous.   I’ve just never seemed to be able to move forward while looking down. I don’t know why. The exception was when I was on my mission and did the navigation as my companions drove around.   But that was over 30 years ago.          Anyway, Denise and I had moments of oddities, but we never got on each other’s nerves to the point that we became emotionally upset about it.   I suppose she had every reason not to trust Siri.   After several hours on Highway 140, Siri seemed to be getting bored as she directed us to take the “unpaved road” First of all, really?   Second of all, there are no roads – unpaved or other except for Highway 140.   But the Garmin took...

It's been eleven days since I was able to post.  Since that time I have packed my life into several boxes and have made the move to Oregon.  What appeared to be a quaint little house is all the sudden feeling miles long as I unpack and move items from room to room and exhaust myself and poor Roland.  He brought his job with him and that is nice.  We are hooked up to the internet and cable.  I have several posts in my head.  Some ideas jotted on paper.  There is so much to write about and the work ahead seems so endless. Funny, before we moved into our rental, Roland wished to continue to look for a place to purchase.  But I want to experience Mayberry for a while.  I love the house.  I am pleased with all the shelfing space and number of outlets.  I can breathe.  But I am quite pooped.  And Jenna has been of little help.  She still has the attitude of life revolving around her.  She should be the center of atte...

I have at least four more post ideas.  But I need to continue packing. We will be moving in two weeks.  I hope I don't forget what it is I need/want to post. Any breaks I take will not be long enough - especially now that Jenna is off for the summer.