Sing Me To Sleep

                         

                Before it started to rain in March,

I had a dry cough. 

A very annoying

dry cough

as though I had swallowed

a hair ball and couldn’t get it

out of my system.

 Then the rains came and

gradually my cough left me. 

I was able to go on stage to

perform with the choir on Easter.  

I had forgotten that the primary had

been invited to join us. 

The song was “Gethsemane” (see here).

Our primary kids sound like angels

whenever that song is performed.

My eyes leak whenever

they’re performing. 

I was too choked up to

sing with them. 

After Easter my dry cough returned. 

Gradually it became a wet cough. 

On Tuesday I was sore from head to toe. 

Pain in my cheeks 

pain in my teeth  

terrible pain. 

I shouldn’t have gone to work

 at the school on Wednesday. 

A lot of children commented that

I sounded funny. 

I was feeling better than on Tuesday. 

The coughing and congestion are

not the worst part. 

I know there are some woman who

will relate when I mention that

the cough and bladder somehow

seem to be connected. 

Shooting out the other end

and having to change myself    

It reminds me of the many times that

I have changed baby diapers amazed

at how much the pad will hold.  But still . . .

The last couple of days

I have gone through one and a half

boxes of tissue.

I have missed the Mother’s Day brunch

which I was supposed to conduct and

take part in the program. 

I called the organizer this

morning and said

I wouldn’t be there. 

My right cheekbone feels bruised.  

I feel worse than I look. 

I hope Roland doesn’t get it this bad. 

Thus far Jenna’s been able to dodge

getting this nastiness. 

I pray that she will remain free of this. 

I think this is the worst cold

that I have ever had

in my entire life.

No More Frosting

            When Jenna was younger we used to share food.  She would eat parts that I didn’t especially like and vice-versa.  At this moment I forget all of the food except for eggs and cake.  Jenna could eat yolks only when they were scrambled with whites.  She has finally converted to hard boiled yolks.  Of course, they must be surrounded by the white part.  I can eat the whites though they are not my favorite.  I like runny yolks for dipping my toast or pancake.  I am completely grossed out by any of the white part if not completely cooked.  I would rather have an overcooked egg than an undercooked one.

            As with most kids, Jenna preferred the frosting to the cake itself.  I like to be in control of just how much frosting is going on my piece of cake.  For the most part (unless the layer is really thin) I will scrape off the frosting and so Jenna and I sharing a piece of cake was never a problem.  Jenna would always accuse me of being nuts as “the frosting is the only part worth eating”.

            Although cake is not her preferred method of dessert, she has learned that the cake itself. She says the frosting is too sweet and prefers her cakes without it.  I never thought I’d live to see the day.

Dash #3 Goals

        My goals are to finish up my last two classes so that I can graduate on June 1.  I was asked to participate in a Verizon hotspot for Internet service and report the hours that I use for school.  I’m supposed to record three months worth but will have to send it back in two months as that is all the time I have left.  Since it is the school paying for the service, I don’t guess it would do any good to keep it.  I don’t think  I am that great of a candidate as there has been only one time I have been away from the house and needed WiFi for school – that was the last week of February.  I would have not had my laptop in Roseburg but how impressive it would have been if I had been able to get Internet power when it wasn’t available in Myrtle Creek.

        So one of my goals is to help out the school by recording what is required.  Doesn’t seem like too bad of a deal to me.  

Homograph word: Roll

A role is a position in society or the part that a performer is given for a play.  Role is a homonym to roll which has several meanings. I've come up with 25 sentences though there are only six definitions.  See if you can figure them out.

1.       I may take roll or attendance to find out who is present or absent from a meeting or class.

2.       I may purchase a roll of duct tape which in turn may roll across the floor.

3.       When I eat my spaghetti dinner, I may want a roll to eat with my meal.

4.       I may use the roll as a measure in money, fabric, or toilet paper.

5.       I may roll up a newspaper for an easier toss.

6.       I may roll out the red carpet for a special occasion.

7.       I may teach my dog how to roll over.

8.       I can roll the windows up or down in my car.  The windows in my house don't roll.

9.       Roland will roll out dough for biscuits, sugar cookies and pie crusts.

10.     You may be rolling your eyes and wonder if we have both wasted our time.

11.     Many of the younger generation who use digital cameras may have never purchased a roll of film.

12.     They may not have the opportunity of seeing an old film projector nor understand the concept of film being rolled from one reel or spool to another.

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13.     You may wish to purchase a sweet roll or a cinnamon roll.

14.     To "roll off one's back" means to not let bothersome things affect you or get you down.  Jenna and Roland have the gift of letting things roll off their backs.

15.     We've had apples roll down the hill before. Our neighbor's tree overlaps into our yard.

16.     The phrase "ready to roll" means to prepare to take action.  I don't know the origin of it, but I imagine that wheels were involved - like a method of transportation.  I am ready to roll or "wheel" away.

17.  To "roll over in one's grave" implies that a deceased one would be so upset by an outcome that might make another uncomfortable.  "Uncle Bobby would roll over in his grave if he knew what you did with his inheritance money!"  is an exaggeration of the truth. Nobody is able to roll over in a grave on his/her own.  There isn't that much room in the casket anyway.

18.     I try to roll my can out to the curb each Tuesday night as it will be picked up on Wednesday morning.

19.     To "roll with the punches" means I will endure a temporary setback.  This term comes from a reaction to positioning oneself in boxing.  Roland and Jenna are also great at rolling with the punches.

20.     Tears may roll down my face.

21.     I can roll up a sleeping bag or bedroll for camp.

22.     The phrase "roll of one's tongue" means it is easy to say or pronounce. Jenna can make the word "Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia" roll off the tongue as though it is as common as "the" and "she".

23.     I can fill tortillas with a spicy meat mixture and roll them up into an enchilada.

 24.    When Jenna was a baby, she would roll from her stomach to her back and then cry because she didn't like being on her back.  She wanted to be on her stomach.

 25.    I wonder how many rolls of tickets the seniors go through during free movie day?

Will You Hand Me Some Tissues, Please?

                This is my third week taking my class called “Sociology of Ageism”.  It’s been an interesting class, but I have been on an emotional roller coaster with the topics this week.  Our discussion is on assisted living and long term health care and thus I’ve been reminiscing on what health care I would have liked for my mom versus what was settled for due to the expense.

                I was in tears during the lecture as more triggers reintroduced me to some painful times during my mother’s final years and how it affected each family member not only with my mom but with one another.  Whenever my instructor asked a question, I would provide an answer in lengthy detail to share the gist of what was felt – but not everything I felt.  It wasn’t until after class that I posted a second discussion for any who happen to watch the recording.  I shared three blog post links with explanations. 

The first one that I shared was the very first post my niece had written for her blog.  She explains how she and her husband (a newlywed couple) moved in with my mom and the trials they endured.  I share a post my brother had created about the tension that had been created among my mom’s caregivers (that would be her children and grandchildren) though it is a lengthy post which I forewarned the class about.  I also threw in one of my own just to add some humor.  Three different links: sweet, depressing and perhaps a quick smile.

I am now working on my assignment for financial resources for the elderly.  We are supposed to focus on Medicare as part of the assignment.  I am learning some things but I have not been able to keep my emotions out of it for the most part.  Next week will be the last week of this class.  The time has flown.

Christmas in late April

 
          I was sitting on the couch in our front room when I heard a knock on our back door.  What the hey?  Nobody has ever used our backdoor since we’ve lived here.  I went to the backdoor.  I didn’t see anyone.  And so I opened the front door.  I saw a UPS truck.  How odd. I didn’t think we had ordered anything.  I stuck my head out the door.  The UPS man saw me and said he had left the package on the back porch.  Okay.  We’ve never had that before either.
           
            I went to the porch to find a rather large box.  At first, I couldn’t see who it was for or from. It does not help matters that one of the last NCIS shows I have watched was about a messed up individual who sought revenge on others by mailing bombs in packages.  I finally see the return name.  It belongs to Roland’s manager. Okay.  Still wondered why it was so big. I found Roland’s name on the package and left it in his office as he was not there to open it.  He and Jenna were in Roseburg.

            When they returned, I told him about the package.  A sympathy basket sent from his work as he had asked to get time off to attend his sister’s funeral.  We ended up not going.  There are no direct flights from Oregon to Puerto Rico.  We (or he) would have had to travel the country taking a tour of airports across the nation before he could get to Puerto Rico. Anywhere from 17 – 25 hours just one way.  Too much of a gamble.  Especially when the funeral turned into “just a viewing and then a cremation”. 

 

            The gift basket was a handsome size in appearance.  None of us have gourmet taste buds.  It’s the thought that counts, right?  We appreciated the thought.  For family home evening we had a taste fest.  Roland presented Jenna with a small package of Carousel Chocolate creamy caramels.  They reminded me of the tootsie rolls candies.  The Carousels were softer than tootsie.  Jenna liked that.  The texture was okay, but I prefer the tootsie roll taste.

 

            At the same time he gave Jenna the candy, he handed me a package marked Ghirardelli Chocolate Chip Cookies. I love Ghirardelli – always have.  The cookie itself reminded me of Nabisco Chip’s Ahoy.  Overall I prefer the Chips Ahoy.  He’d seen the word “chocolate”  - I don’t know what specifically he was after.  He tried one called  Lille Chocolate Cookie Thins. He compared them to flat one-sided Oreos.  We prefer Oreos. 

 

There were also some chocolate flavored quadrotti cookies and Monica’s Brownie cookies.  It reminded us of assorted cookies that come in tins at Christmas time.  

There were Cracked Peppercorn Crackers which reminded me of tiny crip flour tortillas. 

Lots of spreads including hummus (which we didn’t open as none of us are humus fans), Sonoma Jacks Garlic & Herb Cheese Wedges which Roland had passed out to eat on their own.  The garlic was strong.  I took the cheese knife (which was included in the basket) and spread it on some crackers.  Roland said the Daniele Friuli Brand Sopressata Salame would need to be refrigerated but he and Jenna would probably eat it all before it even made it to the kitchen.  I noticed this morning that it hadn’t even been opened.

There was a hot honey mix.  They weren’t kidding.  So spicy the honey could barely be tasted. Veggie Sticks put out by the Daily Crave, two fruit delights from Liberty Orchard.  Roland cut them so we could all taste the soft candy chew with the powdered sugar.  The package had said blueberry and almond.  I thought they were good but failed to recognize what I was tasting.  

top container with hot honey mix, bottom shows cookie variety

Our favorite cookie overall was coconut flavored. She didn’t seem impressed with the Zebra Popcorn which tasted like caramel corn married a candy bar.  It was overly sweet, but I liked it.  I finished it this morning.

 

There was a Napa Valley Stone Grain Mustard which I added only a tiny bit to my potato salad that I had made on Sunday.  It gave it a nice kick.  Set the onion dip mix aside.  Will try to find a new home for the hummus, coffee, and black and green olive medley.

Gift baskets are expensive.  It’s mostly packaging, too.  For inside of each box was a pouch about half the size which contained the final product.  We managed to pile all the cookies into a lidded container.  I put the hot honey mix in a smaller container.  But if we had dumped all the open contents into just one container, it would have been the size of a small to medium mixing bowl.

 

Thank you for those who work with Roland for keeping us in your thoughts.  The taste testing was fun.

Dash 278: What Would I Be?

What color best describes your personality? Sky Blue – I like to provide hope after the storms.

What kind of zoo animal would you be? a zebra – no two zebras share the same stripes exactly.  I’d like to think of myself as one of a kind

What kind of a farm animal would you be?  cow, sometimes I don’t carry my weight very well.  I’ve been known to produce milk at one time

What kind of a household pet would you be?  dog, hopefully one who is loyal

musical instrument – a kettle drum, I can be loud, I can keep rhythm.

Tool – a pen.  What can I say? I like to write. Sometimes I don’t allow myself the opportunity to erase.

If you were a Disney Character, who would you be?  Nakoma, friend of Pocahontas.  I would rather be a supporting character than that on center stage. 

Using one word, how would you describe yourself? together