Beneath the Wraps

                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 a...

            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 r...

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

          The stake has been advertising a Family History Fair which was supposed to be at the end of February but was postponed until today due to the power outage that took place.   We went to the one that was offered today.   I asked Marva if she would like to go as I thought I remembered her having some interest in family history and so I facebooked her the information.   She reminded me that she and Shelly are no longer attending Church which I knew and still don’t understand after all her hunting the missionaries down and having them teach her – but whatever.           I told her that the FHF was advertised as a community event offered to everybody regardless of faith.   It just happened to take place at the LDS stake center (a boundary name for LDS church location) as there is information available at LDS centers that are not always offered to home accounts. ...

                When I subbed at the middle school last week, I was asked to fill in for the aide who works with youth who have detention or in-school suspension (ISS) as they call it.   When I arrived for her shift I saw a youth waiting in the room.   I made a comment about it when I went to sign in but thought that he was just there for homework support.   I didn’t know he had reacted to a situation (someone had been teasing him – bullying him) and got physical.   It just so happened that the dean of students saw him and wrote him up.   Nothing happened to the youth who had provoked whatever it was.                 He waited at the table with questions regarding his homework in math.   Oh, no!   I have been helping out with regrouping in second-grade math.   The sixth graders more complex pr...

                I have assisted with crosswalk duty three times now.   There are four safety vests available – two are orange and two are yellow.   None will fit around me enough to close.             There are two stop signs.   The one for the street is fastened to a pole about four feet long.   The other is fastened to a short stick.   The short one is for the parking lot.   The cars in the street don’t always move at a slow pace, but the parking lot cars are generally moving slower.   Sometimes they will stop before the crossing guard walks halfway into the crosswalk.             I have always been in the parking lot.   I must say that I do enjoy the sensation of holding up the sign in order to get drivers to stop and wait as children ...

          I added the death date of Roland’s sister to ancestry.   Shortly after I noticed there were new leave hints and clicked.   It had the marriage of somebody that may or may not be his sister.   The dates looked correct but the middle initial was not the same and I don’t believe her husband’s name was her married name.   I ignored it but showed it to Roland yesterday.   Oh, my word.   I opened an entire can of worms that I surely hadn’t expected.                        Roland was behind me saying, “Click on this.” “Click on that.”   Really?   You’ve got your own computer, Pal.   I don’t even know how to get into his account where he has every family lumped into one.   I personally have separated his family from my own.   I have a hard time knowing if the hints on my line match those in my family line – and many of the names in my line ...