Vacation

Well vacation is less than 2 week away and I can't wait. I made my first list today, and I am really ready to start packing our suitcases.

Found out today that Donna is going to pick up the kids next weekend (keep your fingers crossed). She's already a month late already, and the twins are pretty upset about it. Joshua said this morning, if she don't get us this summer it will be 2 years before she will see us.

They miss their mom, and I wish it were the other way around. She has put off getting them because her apartment is not ready yet. SHE'S HAD OVER A YEAR TO GET AN APARTMENT AND PREPARE FOR THEM TO COME THIS SUMMER!!! Why she would wait to the last minute is beyond me. I would be there the second I could if it were my kids.

I hope she realizes they are expecting their Christmas and Birthday celebrations. I hope she makes it enjoyable for them. I especially hope she keeps them straight on their medications, because they have been doing great.

Mr. O'brien

I was talking to Dianna tonight and explaining her why I was so afraid of doctors. It’s Mr. Obrien’s fault. Thought I would share this story, as it conjured up some vivid memories.

Mr. O’Brien was our insurance man. He would come to our house periodically to collect the insurance payment. He carried all his paperwork in a satchel. The satchel didn’t zip, but it was leather bound and had carrying handles. In all reality it was nothing but a big book with that contained his client’s information. It looked just like a doctor’s bag.
Back then doctor’s made house-calls. I always thought Mr. O’Brien was a doctor. I would be very afraid when I saw him coming. Mr. O’Brien knew I was afraid of him too, and when he would come Mr. O’Brien would pretend his ink pen was a needle, he would hold it in the air as if he were going to give me a “shot.” He would say, “you ready for your shot.” I would run and hide with fear. Mr. O’Brien would laugh when I would run and hide. I remember one day I was so scared, I hid under my bed with all the dust bunnies. I was little, and I would say it was in the late 50’s.

Mr. Obrien got his. My mother used to do laundry in an old wash tub. Mr. O’brien came one day when my mom was doing laundry. He sat in a kitchen chair to write in his doctor’s bag. When he got up, his pants were soaking wet. You could plainly see the wetness of his pants. The pants were tan, and darker brown when wet. Mom had spilled laundry water in the chair – the chair in which Mr. O’Brien happened to sit. . .Tee Hee.

We didn’t have air conditioning back then. We had fans in the windows. The fans blew to the outside, pulling out all the hot air out of the house. I can remember very vividly my mom, pulling a chair outside, and Mr. O’Brien standing on that chair, outside, drying his pants via the window fan. I can still see that man, on that chair, trying to dry out his britches. Mr. O'Brien was a tall, hefty man, and I prayed the chair would topple and throw him on the ground. Mr. O'Brien was upset, my mom was embarassed. His wet pants kept him from his clients and other children he needed to scare with that darned ink pen. I was laughing now.

Plays well with others

I need someone to play with. . . . pure and simple. All my friends live 30 plus miles away and we hardly get to hang out together on a regular basis. They come over and all, but not all the time.

I want to get in my pool, but there is no one to play with me. The twins will be leaving soon. The grandkids come over on the weekends, and Markie just doesn't like to get in. Granted he will sit there and talk to me, but he won't play with me.

The house next door is for sale, and my prayer is that someone will buy it who has a woman there who likes to drink coffee, watch movies and come swim with me. I want someone close who can come over.

The neighbors on one side are nice, but hat is a story for another day. Pray that someone moves in that has teenage boys, and a woman that is just a kid at heart - I do play well with others.

The weekend. . . .

It's been a ho-hum weekend for me. The weather has cooled down, and has been beautiful. The pool has cooled off a little, and I haven't been in it at all this weekend. That is highly unusual for me.

This has been a weekend tho, that I just didn't want to do anything. Believe it or not, I wish it had been rainy so I could curl up and watch movies. I feel guilty watching movies when it is soooo nice outside.

I really have missed being in my pool though, and may still get in it this afternoon for a quick swim. It refreshes me a whole lot.

So, the weekend in a coupla words - Ho-hum. Boringly Ho-Hum. Yawnnnnnnnn !