Beneath the Wraps

            They’re really not.   It just sounds that way as our flooring is being ripped out.   Flooring that we just had put in.   But there was a leak.   And now the entire floor must be replaced – though I don’t think it does.   The flooring that needs to be replaced the most is in another area.   One that was serviced already but needs to be replaced again.   I was going to take pictures of what is taking place but haven’t had the ambition.   I don’t feel well.   Didn’t each much of a breakfast because of aches and pains – that haven’t stopped.   Bonnie is currently in my room and is sad as she would like everyone in the house to pet her.   And there are a lot of them.   Or were.   Our life currently in boxes.   Buzzing bees.   I’m in a trance.

           Ever since Biff and his brood moved in, Bonnie has been whinier during the night – especially after Christmas break.   She misses Jaime, obviously.   But more importantly it isn ’ t fair that Char gets to sleep with his people and Bonnie has to stay in a different room by herself.   She doesn ’ t know how loudly she snores.   She could seriously put a fog horn to shame. I have never heard Char snore. I rarely hear him at all.          When I heard Bonnie whining last night I got to let her outside.   Instead she charged into our room and wouldn ’ t leave. Richard doesn ’ t like Bonnie wiping herself on our carpet and so I went and retrieved Char ’ s cushion (which has now become Bonnie ’ s second bed as Char doesn ’ t use it) so that she could lay on that and not in a place where neither Richard nor I would trip over her.        ...

             My brother Steven has always been well read.   Long before Google and the Internet, Steven was avid at finding reference materials.   He read about various subjects until there was nothing left to research.   He has always been well informed about so many subjects – except maybe the Pan Am Conferences of 1910 – not even a subject of his choosing but rather one that had been assigned to him in school.   The encyclopedia included perhaps an entire paragraph for the Pan Am Conference of 1932 or 36 or some year in that decade.   I can’t remember.   But it was a couple of decades after the assigned year which had even less documented.           I don’t recall what the word count was assigned to the students or if they all had the same topic or exactly how it worked.   Steven was miffed as he’s been required to come up with more information that he could find. ...

            There was a time when Jaime was three and her sister Pamprin was visiting.   Pamprin laid out a coloring book so that she could color one page while Jaime colored the other – only Jaime wanted to color the same page as Pamprin.   It didn’t even matter which page.   When Pamprin switched sides or found new pictures, Jaime wanted to color the very same picture that her big sister was coloring. Pamprin reluctantly shared her space.  I think it made Jaime feel closer to her.           I was reminded of that memory this morning while working on a puzzle that Richard and I had started.   We had already rolled it up and put it away for another time.   My daughter-in-law, Claire asked if I would like to continue.   And so I set it up.   She started one side of the puzzle and I another.   After a while she abandoned her side and came to help me...

            Young Sheldon is a spin-off CBS ’ s popular TV series Big Bang Theory starring Jim Parson as Sheldon Cooper.  Young Sheldon is also narrated by Jim Parson who explains further about himself and his family.  His mom is Mary Cooper, a very religious woman who often turns to God and encourages her children to do the same.  I, too, encourage others to allow God to be a part of their lives by thanking Him or asking Him for assistance.  For example we each had a chaotic day yesterday though I think Claire and Biff had more unexpectancies to deal with.          One of our lights had busted at the front of our car – we don ’ t even know when or how but finally got around to asking someone to look at it.   We had an appointment for yesterday.   Richard was going to take it in and have me follow – only the other car wouldn ’ t start.   We tried starting it on our own a few t...

                Last night I had a dream that we had gone to the Enchanted Forest and somehow ended up with a book of names.  The names were written in my father’s handwriting – or so I believed.  The only name I can remember was Priddy Meaks – who is an ancestor on my mother’s side.  So maybe it was my mother’s handwriting?  I, of course, do not remember the details as I had when I initially woke up.  I remember telling Jaime that we should collect all the pressed pennies that we could for they each had the names of our forefathers.  Lies.                First of all, Enchanted Forest didn’t even exist when Priddy Meaks crossed the plains with the pioneer company.   There is some monument or structure that bears his name.   I have never seen it but my mom said she did when she was in Illinois.   It is not in Oregon.   It is no...

  Before Thanksgiving I had gone to the emergency room for a sinus infection – not that I really consider that an emergency, but getting into the regular doctor is like a three month wait . . . Then again, just before Christmas.   Unbelievable pain in my mouth – but it isn ’ t dental.   A pain I was hoping would leave my body before Christmas – but did not. Unfortunately the Z-pack did not heal in the way it used to.   The first dose went right through me before it had a chance.   I wondered if it would do anything to take the rest.   It didn ’ t.   My mouth was sore through Christmas and the New Year.   Every day I took a pain reliever – sometimes as often as four times a day, but have slowed down.   I ’ m now down to one pain pill and one tooth.   I understand why people may abuse the drugs and become addicts.   I get it.   The pain is real.   I hate taking medication.   I hate the side effects, the depend...