August 16, 2007
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Well, Blizzie and I made it back home from mom and dad. What a nice day.
Well, it was a huge thunderstorm and lightning, pouring rain here in the morning but not to worry.
Hubby takes such good care of my car and I have the best tires, so it was a smooth and safe trippie to Annapolis.I spent a very long time talking with my dad. We talked about Pierre Van Paassen. We love his books.
Daddy also showed me his diary.. he wrote a dairy, in a small notebook while he was being a prisoner of war in Germany.
When he finally made it home, he sat down and rewrote the diary on better paper.
It is an amazing thing… maps. he made some maps of his travels on the trains, and the way he walked home with his friends fellow prisoners back home from Berlin…It is in Dutch but I can read it. His hand writing is really small and kind of hard to read. That was cool. My mom is a bit too chattery for me.
I think she has told me now 5 times that last week she made pork chops with fresh peaches….
Sometimes my mom gives me a bit of a headache with all of that repetition but I sure hope I am not like that when I am 83.
They are worried about all of their stuff after they die. I told them that we would not throw anything away…….Hubby and I have to go back soon.. like in the next month or earlier. Daddy wants to go over some papers and show us where all of his stuff is.
I think my parents feel like we are too busy (my brother and fam in NH, and Joyce included). Sometimes I feel like I am not doing enough. I told them that we are not busy and we are in a position now where we can drop everything and come when ever they need us.
Today, driving in the pouring rain and even driving home in the height of rush hour, it only took us one hour and fifteen minutes each way.I am afraid of losing my parents.
Sometimes …. even though I love living in Virginia, I feel like my mom and dad would want us to live closer.
Oh, when we got home I called hubby to see how he was doing in Michigan with his dad.
He sounded tired.
I told him we need to go to my parents next month. He said okay….
Hubby says we should look at Kent Island… at houses…. (huh?)So, he is eating breakfast with his dad in the morning and then leaving Marquette and driving to stay the night at some hotel in Ohio.
I am really tired. Now I have to have a snack and go to bed.
Tomorrow I have to get up early and go to that x-ray place and get the x-rays done.
I am feeling really krabby.
If they hurt me, I will get up and leave.Blizzie and I went for a walk around the block, barely over a mile but it is sticky out.
I am tired and confused and it is really hot. Man it is 50 million degrees in this house.
I need a shower and to get in bed with my kitties for a while… then shove them in their own room so I can sleep.Okay. I just need to end here.
That which is striking and beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful.~Ninon de L’Enclos
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Oh honey, don’t worry about losing them, be thankful that you’ve been blessed to have them this long. They must have a feeling something is up, wanting to get all their affairs in order. But, they’re both in pretty good health, right? It’s not like they are leaving tomorrow, so let up on the worry and gear up on the enjoying.
Glad you made the trip there and back safely.
My dad repeats himself, we act like it was the first time we’ve heard it. Whenever we ask him a question, we always have to repeat it. He hears it, but it’s habit for him. Jack’s folks, Dean and Janie, they were the same way, and so is Jack to a certain degree. I wonder about him sometimes.
Living closer to your folks would be nice. If you found an area you wanted to live in. An hour and 15 mins is not a bad travel time.
I love stretching out with Karma and PorkChop. The other morning when Karma was getting over her itchies, she went to Gator’s room and slept with him. I was scared to death until I found her.
The x-ray people won’t hurt you on purpose. Try to relax before you get in there, if you are tense, your pain level will intensify.
Will you let us know how it all goes? I’ll be thinking about you.
My parents are 81 and 83. I feel bad about them. They live about 1 hr 10 minutes from me too. I think I know how you feel. I feel guilty most of the time about them.
Glad your hubby takes good care of your car and you are home safely after the weather and all. If they hurt you tomorrow, smack ‘em and tell them it’s from ME!
I will be thinking of you and praying for you. (((LOVE YOU MOOCHO!))) 
I hope the xrays show nothing but good things.
Your dad was a prisoner of war in Germany?? WOW. Um..well, not to sound over excited but I would love to hear his stories. History is fascinating to me.
Feel well soon. Stay hydrated and cool. And just stop worrying about losing your parents and just enjoy them.
My dad was in WW2 also but he’s gone now like alot of the vets from then. My mom is 81yrs old and repeats everything 50times.
RYC: As much as I would like to take the credit, I had nothing to do with the Sterling store. I’m only in Leesburg, Winchester and now Front Royal. And if you ever go into the Leesburg store don’t use that as a model of my work. lol That has got to be the worst store I’ve ever had for customers wrecking the jewelry. I can straighten it all up and five minutes later it looks like a hurricane had gone through.
I appreciate the thought though.
It’s horribly humid here, too but it is supposed to be better this weekend.
My stepdad & his wife ended up moving about 5 minutes away from us, and my husband’s parents are about 15 minutes away. Sometimes that’s a good thing, and sometimes not! Although, if I was being totally honest, if my parents were living it would be different. I always hated my Mom being so far away.
It’s upsetting to have to deal with all of that legal stuff, papers and such, but it is a good thing to have it all in order while everyone is doing well. It makes me think about what I would like to do, now, to make things easier for Daughter, when the time comes.
I hope your tests go well. Bet if you tell them beforehand that you’re going to walk out if they hurt you, they will take it easy! Good luck!
Kent Island looks like a neat place to live—surrounded by water and close to Annapolis! Of course, if there really is global warming and the waters start to rise, you could literally be “up a creek without a paddle”!!!! lol
Or maybe “in hot water”!!! OK, OK. That’s enough—I’m gone!
Kent Island = bridges. That’d freak me out.
I bet it’s beautiful there.
I just told my kids the other day that when I get old, I’m going to make little signs for my guests from big fat popsicle sticks and posterboard. When I start yacking and they’ve heard that story already, they are to hold up one of the signs that says, “I’ve heard it already.” Then I shall stop talking. Little Girl suggested that could backfire and they might hold up the sign just because they don’t want to hear the story…even the first time.
This conversation all started because Brother was imitating his Grandpa, reciting the story he likes to tell over and over and over.
I bet your Daddy’s diary is cool! It’s very difficult seeing parents grow older.
I’m afraid to lose my parents too. I hate it, but there it is.
Good luck with the x-rays.
Are you going to translate your dads’ diaries into English?
First: Your comforting words on my site have really touched me. I thank you for them. I am going through a very hard time and just knowing that friends I’ve never met are supporting me and my L has helped wonders. Thank you so very much. *hugs*
I can understand how you feel about losing your parents. Even though my mother and I don’t have the kind of close relationship we’d both like, I worry about her. My dad died 7 years ago and to this day I miss him. I think you have wonderful memories already and many more, I’m sure. Your dad’s diary is a treasure. Your dad sounds like one too. Your mother sounds like a special lady as well. I have the same thing with my mother who tells stories over and over. We all pretend it’s the first time we’ve heard them.
Hope your x-rays all come out clear. It’s okay to feel crabby. At least it’s better than feeling sad.
A home on Kent Island, huh? Wow. So cool. I live on Long Island but it’s not the same. I’m still two miles from the nearest body of water which is the Great South Bay.
RYC: Your blog was not dumb. Not at all. It was quite touching and I enjoyed reading it.
I didn’ t know your father had been a war prisoner during the war II , like my father in law Louis who was prisonner of war from 1940 to 1945 ! he passed away last July 13 . He was almost 95 . He liked to relate his adventures like a prisoner .
Your father is certainly younger . I have a Canadian friend who was soldier in France in 1944 and I met him at this time . Last August 11th I phoned to Canada and my call happened at the middle of the birthday party . He just rurned 90 .
Why the X. rays , Rosemary ?
Love
Michel
ps : I am glad you take French class !
That’s an amazing story about your dad. A prisoner of war…..wow. Stay cool there. It’s hot here, too, but this is Texas and it’s supposed to be hot.