An Impromptu Move

Well the father-in-law that fell down his steps and remained there for 27 hours until we found him back in January is finally moving here to our hometown to an assisted living facility. We will be picking him up from his current skilled nursing facility on Friday the 13th. Now, being the somewhat pessimistic person that I am, and having had other questionable experiences on Friday the 13th's I have to wonder what will happen to screw this whole thing up. Not to mention that everywhere I seem to look I keep seeing 666. What's up with that?

But we decided to make it a bit easier on him and go down today to bring back his furniture that he has decided he will want in his new assisted living apartment. Without him being along. Which isn't much because they are small. But enough that we need to break it up over a few days. Since it will just be my husband and I we need to make it as easy as possible on us and him. We rented a covered trailer this morning because it was pouring down rain and by early afternoon we had it hooked to our Dodge Ram and towing it to Liberty. We were reminded fairly quickly why we don't tow large trailers anymore. It was causing the transmission to overheat so frequent stops to cool it off became necessary. And now that it's over we think the transmission has been compromised.

We loaded his bed, his chest of drawers, a night stand, a love seat, his favorite recliner and last but definitely the worst, his giant, big screened TV. Which I helped get the majority of this out the door and into the trailer. And I'm an old woman with a bad back. However my husband knows ways to help make it a bit easier but when it was all said and done and we were headed back home I still felt like I had died, or wished I had died. Oye! The agony...

When we pick him up on Friday we'll go back to the house and spend the night. Since it may be the last time he'll ever be in that house I'll have to use the opportunity to question him about different items in the house and query on their worth or lack thereof. That should take all evening since he can barely get up the stairs with a walker. I think we'll start on ground level, set him down and begin the story. When that level is done, we'll move on up. I'm expecting him to be sentimental and weepy because that's the way he's been since he fell. Hell I really don't know what to expect anymore. The man has totally proven me wrong on everything I said about him.

When he was half dead the day we found him, at the ER when they said most of his organs had shut down I said, "Hell he won't make it through the night." He did and I said, 'Hell he'll never leave the hospital." He did and went to a nursing home. He wasn't able to walk or get out of bed so I figured he'd be wheel chair bound. No again. He's up walking with a walker. Sometimes I think the fire that fuels him is his fear of what we might be doing to his house or his cars. It's that control factor. I'd be hard pressed to give it up myself. I guess I'll quit trying to predict what will happen to him. He's one tough ole bird. Although he has announced he wants to renew his drivers license so he can get out and drive. Now THAT must be stopped at all costs. He'll kill somebody else if he takes two tons of moving metal out and drives it. I'll have to figure out a way to sabotage that.

Rest In Peace Sweet Em One Year and Counting...

Today was the first year anniversary of Emily's death. In a way it seems like she's been gone forever and yet in another it doesn't seem as if a year has passed. And God we both miss her so damn much. She was one of those very special pets that you get in your life that are more human and perfect than maybe other pets you've had. She was that special dog. She came to us during the year of The Great Flood and when I got into trying my hand at webdesign, before I actually took classes on it, she was my first subject to write about. The Divine Miss Em.

Over the years she became my husbands traveling buddy and they became really close. The night she died he had left to take our son home. She came back to where I was sitting at the computer and sat very quietly and looked at me. She put her paw up on my leg and looked longingly into my eyes. I asked her if she needed to go outside. I remember the night was warm and breezy. She went out the door and off the deck, then turned around and stared at me, then slowly lay down. I knew what was wrong, she needed to die but she didn't want to go without Dwight being there.

Two weeks before she had been diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure. I went out and tried to coax her back up on the deck but she didn't have the steam to do it. I cursed my bad back because I couldn't pick her up myself and bring her in, she only weighed 33 pounds! I sat down beside her, she tried to crawl under the deck to die but I wouldn't let her go. I told her to just hang on I'd go get the phone to call Dwight. I ran inside and brought the phone back out and called him. 'You've got to get home NOW, Emily is dying and I think she's waiting on you."

I kept stroking her fur and telling her to hold on that her dad was coming home, just a few more minutes. I told her how much I loved her and I knew she couldn't stay any longer. In dog years she was over 90. Soon we heard the loud pipes of his truck and she looked up at me and I swear she had a look of relief in her eyes. In seconds he was at the back door, "Hey beautiful, you can't lay out here in the dirt, let's take you inside." He picked her up and brought her inside and put her down on the fireplace hearth where she liked to lay. As soon as he laid her down he heard something in her stomach that sounded like it popped, which is what makes us think she had an obstructed bowel or something similar. She took a deep breath and that was the end. As the air left her lungs, the light left her eyes. By now we're both on our stomachs with our faces in her fur crying. He asked, 'Is she gone?' I just nodded my head, "She's gone George, she's gone," in between sobs.

We laid there with our faces in her fur and cried for a solid hour and talked to her about her life and how much she had meant to us. I fell apart over my Afghan Hound when I lost him but I have never seen Dwight come so unglued over a particular dog. But they were tight, those two. Our Shih-Tzu's were there with us but it's funny how other animals will handle a death in the house. They become very quiet and respectful. The birds become still and the Foo's after coming over to Em and sniffing her and then us to let us know they were there, went right over and laid quietly off to the side but still available should we need them for support. Usually my Tzu's will be all over me when I'm crying, licking my tears, giving me kisses and doing this little ritual where they rub there bodies against mine and wiggle all over. Like they're trying to rub happiness back into my pores or absorb the unhappiness into theirs. Not this time. They hung back and mourned themselves. They simply adored The Divine Miss Em following her around and trying to emulate her. Sometimes much to her dismay.

We had to make the difficult decision to have her cremated rather than burying her. For two reasons; the first and foremost was we didn't want her rotting in the ground, the second was it's more difficult as we are older to dig those deep graves for our pets. I hate the thought of cremation but that's what we did. She remained on the hearth all night and the next day he put carpet in the bed of the truck, placed her on the tailgate and combed and preened her hair until she was perfect. It was as much for him as it was for her. I was gone, I didn't want to see her leave home for the last time. He then clipped the lavender bows from her hair to add to the hair we had clipped from her the night before to save. He covered her with a special cloth and took her to her vet who is also our friend. Dwight told Dan he didn't want anyone else but him to touch her or initiate the process or scoop out her ashes.

Two weeks before her death all the dogs had been to the groomers and dolled up for Easter and spring. Emily was done in lavender with bows and a bandanna. I took pictures of her but didn't get them developed until after she had died. The second picture I posted here brought a smile to my face and I had to chuckle at her. It looks as if she's grinning and at the same time the picture has an ethereal quality to it. It was like she was saying, 'It's okay mom, I'm having a blast now. See you soon."

And I can't wait to see her again too. I take comfort in the fact that much of my family is over in Spirit World and taking care of her until we get there. She loved to ride and she has my car windows all smeared with doggie nose prints that I can't bear to clean off. Forget that during the night when lights hit them I can barely see out the window. I thought that when a year had passed I'd be able to clean them, but I can't face that task yet. And the fireplace heart still has her tracks from dirty little feet on the tiles after a spring rain. We've been careful when washing carpets or cleaning for the holidays not to clean the hearth. Again I thought at the one year mark, but it's still not enough. And I still can't bear to go to the park, her favorite place, even to take the Foo-Foo's after all this time. I guess someday it will all be okay and not as painful. Or maybe I'll sell the car and the house without ever cleaning away those memories.

One Down....5 More To Go!

Yesterday this semester ended and I actually made it! I had my doubts about getting the last of the assignments in, but I persevered and sure enough..they got in. So it's one semester down and 5 more to go to a Bachelor's Degree. And..maybe not even 5, maybe only four, it depends on rescuing 3 lousy little credits from another school. But I'll do it, even if they are holding them hostage for $50. Which I might add is a rip-off from them, but that's another story I'm not getting into here. At least, not right now. I don't want to spoil my mood, which is good. And, trust me, we want to keep those good moods going in me.

Maybe I'll just update from other posts here since I'm not feeling anything witty or biting to write about. The nursing home saga I started here at the beginning of March is coming to a close, well at least the first chapter of it. Harold's been in a skilled facility having physical therapy every day to help him learn to walk with a walker. And he's a tough old bird. He continually proves me wrong. When he ended up in ER after falling down steps and lying there for 27 hours I thought he'd die in the hospital. He was the closest thing to death imaginable. Everything was giving out and he had that bone cancer to boot. So a couple of doses of chemo and dear old Humana made him leave the hospital because he was 'improving'. Off he went to the only nursing home they'd pay for, which was a hole and within three days they managed to tear down two weeks worth of fixing. Back to the hospital. Then to a skilled nursing facility which is where he's been for awhile now. I never thought he'd ever walk again.

I'll be damned! Then one day he was up walking with the assistance of a walker. Weeks worth of physical therapy actually paid off. The verdict came down: he's getting better so let's kick him out. So, now the assisted living facility. That would be up here where we live. Which is good, not so much city running. But, that means moving some of his home furniture to a small apartment here in a nursing home. April 13th has been deemed the day he must leave. Hmm....Jeez what a day to be doing something like that!

Last week the doctors discovered my mom has lung cancer. That was a diagnosis out of nowhere I didn't think would happen. Sort of like getting slapped with a giant invisible hand across the face when you least expected it. I have no idea where that will go, but I had two sisters die from lung cancer. It was awful to watch. I'm not looking forward to that again. But....that was 14 years ago I think they've improved treatments. And since I always see the glass half empty I'm expecting the worst.

Uhmm....Oh! I am so vindicated on this mouse saga! Again we smelled rotting little bodies only this time they were in the basement. Dear hubby goes down to search for them, only to find a nest of mom and her babies all curled up dead. In a way it was kind of sad, in another I'm friggin' happy about it because of all their mess they left behind. Little shits! So guess what he found in the nest with them? The DCon sacks! Remember I told you he laughed at me when I thought they took the bag too? Uhuh....well....they DID take the bags!! Two of them to be exact, right there in mom's little mouse home. I wanted to be all smug. I wanted to strut around the house with my chest puffed out. Men...they think they know EVERYTHING! But did I point that out to him?? No I kept my mouth shut and was all smug inside my brain. Damnit!

Maggie has been sick lately. I was relieved when the announcement of the tainted pet foods didn't include hers. Then they came out with the brand I was feeding her, Alpo. But..it was the food in gravy, which isn't what they get fed. That's when the puking started. I immediately threw it all away. Why take chances? Hell, that could be tainted too they just don't know it yet. I started cooking for them instead. She was still a little Puke Monster for a week. Finally I went to our vet and was telling him about it. He asked, "Well did you change foods?"

"Well yes, I started cooking for her but she's still sick."

He looks thoughtful, "What are you cooking for her?"

"Well, ground beef, peas, diced potatoes in mushroom sauce."

He's nodding his head and says, "How much did you make?"

"Oh I made a whole pot full to last, why?"

"Sounds delicious, do you have any left?"

I laughed at him. I told him I did but yesterday they got some of the Easter dinner.

He perks up, 'What was that?"

"Spiral cut ham with honey spiced glaze, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, rolls, sweet potatoes, why?"

Shakes his head practically in tears...."Damn, I wish I ate that good!"

What a funny man. I did ask him what dog food I would be safe giving and he told me he wouldn't use any of them right now. The lists change so fast he can't even keep up with them. "Keep cooking for them, it's safer." Isn't that a helluva note? You can't trust anybody anymore. Today it's dogs and cats with tainted food. How long before it's our food? What is the PROBLEM people??? At this rate my dogs will NEVER go back to dog food even if it's good in the future. Why should they? I'm cooking them homemade meals!

April Fools Day

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April Fools' Day or All Fools' Day, though not a holiday in its own right, is a notable day celebrated in many countries on April 1. The day is marked by the commission of hoaxes and other practical jokes of varying sophistication on friends, enemies and neighbours, or sending them on fools' errands, the aim of which is to embarrass the gullible. In some countries, April Fools' jokes (also called "April Fools") are only made before noon on 1 April.[1] It is also widely celebrated on the Internet.

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1 Origin
2 Hoaxes
2.1 Lirpa Loof
3 Well-known hoaxes
3.1 By radio stations
3.2 By television stations
3.3 By magazines and newspapers
3.4 By game shows
3.5 By websites
4 Lists of April Fool hoaxes
5 Side-effects of April Fools' Day
6 Other prank days in the world
7 Quotes about April Fools' Day
8 Trivia
9 See also
10 References
11 Notes
12 External links



[edit] Origin
The origin of this custom has been very much disputed. Many theories have been suggested. What seems certain is that it is in some way or other a relic of those once universal festivities held at the vernal equinox, which, beginning on old New Year's Day, the 25th of March, ended on the 2nd of April.

Chaucer's story, the Nun's Priest's Tale, written c.1400, takes place "thritty dayes and two" from the beginning of March, that is, 1 April; it is Chanticleer and the Fox, a story of two fools. Though the 1st of April appears to have been observed in Great Britain in antiquity as a general festival, it was apparently not until the beginning of the 18th century that the making of April-fools was a common custom. In Scotland the custom was known as "hunting the gowk," i.e. the cuckoo, and April-fools were "April-gowks," the cuckoo being there, as it is in many countries, a term of contempt.

It has been suggested that Europe derived its April-fooling from the French.[2] French and Dutch references from 1508 and 1539 respectively describe April Fools' Day jokes and the custom of making them on the first of April. France was one of the first nations to make January 1 officially New Year's Day (which was already celebrated by many), by decree of Charles IX. This was in 1564, even before the 1582 adoption of the Gregorian calendar (See Julian start of the year). Thus the New Year's gifts and visits of felicitation which had been the feature of the 1st of April became associated with the first day of January, and those who disliked or did not hear about the change were fair game for those wits who amused themselves by sending mock presents and paying calls of pretended ceremony on the 1st of April. In France the person fooled is known as poisson d'avril. This has been explained as arising from the fact that in April the sun quits the zodiacal sign of the fish. The French traditionally celebrated this holiday by placing dead fish on the backs of friends. Today the fish has been replaced with paper cut-out.

The Dutch celebrate the 1st of April for other reasons. In 1572, the Netherlands were ruled by Spain's King Philip II. Roaming the region were Dutch rebels who called themselves Geuzen, after the French "gueux", meaning beggars. On 1 April 1572, the Geuzen seized the small coastal town of Den Briel. This event was also the start of the general civil rising against the Spanish in other cities in the Netherlands. The Duke of Alba, commander of the Spanish army could not prevent the uprising. Bril is the Dutch word for glasses, so on 1 April, 1572, "Alba lost his glasses". Dutch people find this joke so hilarious they still commemorate the first of April.
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