So much life happening at the moment it is hard to fit it all in.
I lost my cat on Monday and after 17 years together it is hard though I know she was so very sick 😦 I still wish she filled our space with her beauty xo
JT misses her as do we.
Phase one of my Artist retreat was slow with knee but it is in and mulched to protect is from this heatwave that is consuming so much of the United States I am not complaining mind you, as you all know I despise winter 🙂 I love a week and a half of high 90’s which is better than the same below 0 degrees F.
If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram you know I am also painting but with pain till my brace arrives I will vary my sitting and walking but soon hope to ride a bike no not another Harley but a pedal bike with a baskets so I can go off and sketch and paint in different places as well as my yard. I think in Aug. I signed up for a week long Plein Air
right here close by with an amazing teacher. I hope I get the hang of it 🙂
I stepped out of my comfort zone a couple of weeks ago and painted live as a Featured Artist during a Farmers Market. Met some very nice people and sold some cards.
Trying to catch up on life in the world of blogging 🙂 It will be fun reading all I can of yours.
Here are a few updates on my world if you have been following along that is.
May had me busy with Mom daily from 7 AM till 7 PM except days my brother took her into Boston to have her cast changed, about every 2 weeks or so. Last time I posted was on the 17th I think.
With a new Pacemaker keeping my man’s heart beating properly I am still fearful for him who has diabetes, High blood pressure, arteries filling with crud faster than a new diet plan can fix.
He is home and feeling better and just had another birthday which would not have been possible had he not said yes to the surgery. On the day after his return from hospital stay I rounded the corner to home only to see loose dogs in the roadway and a man on the ground appearing to be looking under his truck but something just said to call out “Hey you OK?” no reply so I dial 911 and ran to his side with my man leaving JT in the car and joining me. Others joined in when they saw me run and then yell towards the home where he was parked. A woman with severe anxiety said she had taken a course long ago in CPR so as the 911 responder and I counted she pumped on his poor chest. I had seen him take his last breath as his arm slowly fell to the ground, his mother in disbelief kept walking back into the house leaving us with her son.
In the end we would learn he had recent heart issues and had come home to tell his mom “I may make it to my 42 ND birthday” he died the day before and in doing so I hope all the while my man was paying attention and feeling a little more grateful and not thinking of the pain he was in. I swear I can not make up this life I live.
Now I was so stressed with leaving him home alone to recover while I sat with Mom and called endlessly for her cat Ralfie to come back home. I prayed as well as made promises and got a call from someone who saw his photo on Facebook Missing Pets pages, many of them I added his photo too, though knowing in my gut he was close and just scared to show himself, indoor only cats are like that but I never gave up. I filled traps that caught my brother’s cat and a possum but not a gorgeous black cat.
Some were getting angry I am sure for trying to keep mom positive about finding him after all he was just a cat right, well no he was her world. He kept her going after dad died needing food and fresh litter and lots of hugs how could I tell her to give up when he never gave up on her for those 4 months she spent away from him in hospital and rehab facilities.
So back to the call and the text of a photo of a cat just like him. He was really just a town away and after 17 days gone surly he could travel the 4 miles in the woods but cross the river I doubt it but I wanted to return him so badly to mom who was loosing her mind with worry as well as her will to get strong and go home. I went two times to try to coax cat out and into the cat carrier but last attempt with my brother was the saddest. We had taken 2 cars so he went back home to mom and I travelled in tears to my home arriving long after my due time praying the cage I left would soon have Ralf inside. I was not home but 5 min. when my brother called to ask me to just go back to that couple’s home and retrieve his carrier. It was as if I was the only one who believed he would come back to her. I prayed not only for God to show him the way home but closed my eyes on the way home asking my daddy to show the knucklehead the way back to Tom’s home. So I asked are you giving up too? He then says” actually Ralf is sitting on moms lap as we speak!”. Are you kidding me I went from such despair to such joy all within moments HE WAS HOME!
Seems his daughter was in a new car with her boyfriend who was learning to clutch again and as he stalled out the headlights stayed on and they saw his beautiful green eyes shining brightly just 2 doors down on steps that looked just like the ones he ran down as he had made his escape. They came home got a towel to wrap/catch him in and he was home! He was so emaciated having lost 1/3 of his weight and his hind leg was out of its socket but he was in moms lap.
Now to get them both on their feet and as healthy as they can be with her almost 80 and him next weekend turning 15.
Oh and I think I see my first gray hair growing at my hairline in front, stayed tuned more to come trust me lol
Forgot to upload his AFTER photo sorry I will add later.
Life is hard isn’t it truly I just do not know what will happen next only that my hope is to get through it.
Sorry I have not been here of late Facebook is easy from phone to check on those on my list but I can not blog from it yet.
Still sitting with Mom for 10 hours a day with just under a hour each way to travel from my place not complaining though as it was 2 1/2 hours each way when she was in rehab.
Still sitting is taking a toll on not only my knees but with her still in a cast unable to use her $200,000.00 knee it is getting crazy :(.
Then Friday night my man and best friend called me while I was with mom and said he lost feeling in left arm and hand I thought stroke and begged him to call 911 but he chose to go see his primary care nurse who then called me to inform me they were calling 911 and sending him to hospital mind you I am all alone with mom and unable to leave. I still don’t drink or have gray hair but I swear there may be a chance for both.
Sister in law came in and I took off for home and hospital. First I had to let the pets out and then feed them. I called a friend to bring me to pick up his truck at doctors office then it was time to drive further east to see what was going on with him. It was so late in the day I had just missed him in ER and had to wait till they had him in ICU before seeing him which by the way almost did not happen as visiting hours were now over. I walked in to seeing him lying there and so scared and worried he was not using what little oxygen his heart was making to think clearly he told them he wanted to die. REALLY? Not on my watch! I asked what was wrong and they said one part of his heart was not talking to the other half he was in big trouble and he had already refused a way to help himself. I begged him to stop worrying and let them help him and in the end he did.
They placed a temp. pacemaker to make the two halves of the heart get along I got the call just before 1 AM that it was a success and his heart rate was now 80 and not the 25 I had last seen him with and them with a crash cart ready to save him over and over till a team could be called in on a Friday night to save him.
He hates doctors and hospitals I explained we all do but to be happy when they can fix a problem so dire as him within a hour he should be thanking not only God but all of them who even had me scared.
Last night while getting into the hospital parking lot the phone rings and it is Mom in tears. Seems her 14 year old house cat taken from his home to live with my mom at my brothers place had been allowed to exit the home. He doesn’t know the world outside and as of last night still no kitty. Mom is so sick with worry and I am so sad as I know this will be yet another huge setback in her plan to get well. I always say my prayers for others and never ask anything for myself but today I am asking for no more bad news here or in the world my heart just aches.
So if you think I have been ignoring you I haven’t been I just am never here to catch up with all of you. I hope you are well and staying safe.
My cat better be good she is 14 and wise but there is still evil that lurks waiting to pounce on her 😦
Just finished catching up with over 300 more blog posts 🙂 I am trying but life seems to keep me from doing what I love to do a lot of the time so trying to relax and enjoy a nice Sunday night with all your pretty words and pictures. WOW so many and I thought I was prolific 🙂
We are all fine yes even Mom though she is causing us to turn grey and I have none! She is independent I know that doesn’t surprise any of you who know who I am. She has a list though of things she can do and a bigger list of NO GO! seems she has lost them in her hurry to get strong for us.
Reality is no setting in watching my Mom age is not going to be easy for me not saying it should be but if only she would just kick back and relax so we can 😦 she says she will just scrape this one off really is that how cancer is remove last piece took 8 stitches 😦 Where your sunscreen! I bought my first bottle in a lifetime and being blonde blue eyed you know I was looking for trouble maybe she can scrape away wrinkles too 🙂
I have painted and planted in between time with Mom some photos too if you follow me on Facebook or G+ I am sure you have seen them as I post easy from phone for family and friends to see but I will add a couple here for you to see 🙂
Hope you are all well
Now the next one is of my cat who is 13 I think she is pretending to be TAKE OUT! I brought this box home with some annuals and she sleeps in it all the time we are out side 🙂
I will take her cat the same age as mine to the vet tomorrow after I take mine first thing in AM mine comes outside with us and hers got just Mother’s day on a leash though now he is always trying to get outside we created a MONSTER 🙂
JT hates summer being Black and all so we play in early morning outside and evening what’s one more bite mark on me. I have had over 40 ticks and my man the same but the dog had one and the cat 4 looks like we should try Frontline too! I even had to take a one time dose for tick bites. The lawn has been mowed 5 times so far and really just to keep the Lyme carrying ticks at bay.
I saw a few butterflies whip through the yard but not enough in bloom to keep them here lots of rain and cool temps till this week has stalled things a bit.
The yard is filling in nicely, birds are loving the place and all the food the bears have left for them to devour
They found more cancer on my face last week really I am the one finding them anyone need a free cancer screening for basil cell 😦
Frostbite or congelatio in medical terminology [next step] is the damage that is caused to skin and other tissues due to extreme cold. When the environmental temperature drops below 32°F (0°C), blood vessels close to the skin start to narrow or constrict. This constriction of the blood vessels helps to preserve core body temperature by diverting blood toward the core and away from the cooler parts of the body. In extreme cold or when the body is exposed to cold for long periods, this protective mechanism can reduce blood flow in some areas of the body, especially the extremities, to critically low levels. The combination of cold temperature and reduced blood flow can allow the tissues to freeze, causing severe tissue injury. Frostbite is most likely to happen in body parts farthest from the heart and in tissues with a…
While I wait for results on my MRI I decided to play with my Polymer Clay. I will be doing a craft fair locally in November so I better get busy and create.
First batch was done in bright colors
I had my breakfast and did the dishes and swept the floors and before I knew it I was gathering supplies in my nightgown and sat down and began to play. Creating something colorful and wild again. It has been awhile since I just sat and played. Felt good. I looked up at 1:00 PM and I was still in Nightgown with many pretty items to bake so I can turn them into pieces of jewelry for the sale in November and maybe some for my friend’s store in Newburyport too.
The weather in New England has been pretty amazing this summer, some heat and lots of pretty sunshine. There were times we swore it would never stop raining but it did and gardens went in and flowers began to grow.
The insects decided it was time to stop by the garden too!
The seeds I planted for food also began to show they were loving the weather.
Yes that is a String Bean blossom and bean on its way to get big enough to eat.
As you can see I love taking photos. I just never thought to show anyone else. I am glad you stopped by to see what I was all about. I am evolving and growing and finding a place here on Word Press for the ones I FOLLOW to stop in and say Hello.
I tell stories, some with photos others so colorful they need none. They are true. I have written a few poems over on 20 Lines A Day where they are so kind.
Here are a few more photos I will someday tie into a post.
This is my little girl Her Name is JT and She is a Border Collie
My really COOL CAT Rhythm
My Old Life. I was a female owner operator for 27 years . I loved TRUCKING
Thanks for stopping by my blog here on WORDPRESS, so nice to have you.
She is playing Peek A Boo. I better watch out she is 12 and now acting like a kitten again. I am blessed with such beautiful animals but I bet you may have heard me say that already, sorry
When Mom gave us her cats old tower I never thought ours would love it as she does. Her cat and ours are the same age but I think Mom said he didn’t like it anymore because she is 77 and not up to chasing him around much anymore. This toy was attached to the huge tower and as you can see our little girl is full of playfulness
She is watching me take her photos and really waiting for me to wiggle it again so she can KILL IT
THE LOOK! I better watch my hands and face
She has now turned away from me and her toys and is watching all those pretty Chickadees, Nuthatches, Blue Jays, Juncos, Finch and pretty Red Cardinals. The birds are loving that an area has been cleared of two days worth of snow and I have spread on top of the snow some fresh seed for the ground eaters.
Not sure if I told you this cats story I must get my scanner plugged in so I can show you her and her sister who an old boyfriend saved from a woman who was going to do away with. Yes kill. He came home from work and walked in with a picnic basket I looked at him kind of strange and he said I brought you something. How nice a basket for me to fill with goodies he wants me to cook oh I love those kinds of gifts no really this was very odd flowers all the time picnic baskets no.
He sat it down on the couch and he told me to check it out and when I opened it there were two tiny 3 or 4 week old kittens huddled together inside, scared. I had lost my 15 year old cat not long before and missed Rocky so much. These two had the same markings but this ones sister was Gray. They were so beautiful. They did everything together. They would climb up us and knead our clothes and suck on our clothing, they missed their Mommy and I would need to get their food soft enough for them to lap up. I also started giving them a quarter size of Half and Half this kitty up above still 12 years later knows when my coffee is ready she gets her treat.
Now when he brought these two home we had 3 of my dogs still alive plus I told him to bring his dog over to join my family pets. I have to tell you these four dogs were the most gentle dogs I have ever seen. My three were hunting dogs, Springer Spaniels and his was a mix which was the goofiest dog I had ever met. Just a happy go lucky dog he was sort of like his owner. Add laughter here. Now back to the two kittens when the dogs would come in wet they would lay for hours licking the dogs paws dry. I am serious this place I live is amazing. They were lost when all 3 dogs were put down at 13 to 15 years old somehow they all got so old their lives were spent in horrible pain and they were ready. I went maybe a year or two without a dog it was hard.
Now for the sad part just after we brought JT home from a farm in VT all of us were out playing in the yard the two cats, the puppy and us. It was end of June and cats stayed out for hours running the yard or sunning themselves. When we went in for the night I yelled for the two cats Rhythm and Blues to come in yes they were cats but came when called just like they were dogs. Rhythm came running and Blues didn’t that was odd they were always joined at the hip. I yelled for her over and over and the current man in my life (last man) said she will be back but she never was. She was the most loving of the two and adored the dogs had she had a run in with a Fisher Cat or a Fox I didn’t know about the Coyotes being out back, back then. Ron said he had seen a huge Owl as well. They were smaller type barn cats. We have Hawks too. The worst part, night after night for me, was calling out to see if I could hear her cries, I never did. It tore me to pieces the not knowing what had happened to our loving and trusting cat.
So this cat above now follows me like she is a dog. She stays with us on walks like she knows. With the snow for last few days she has not wanted to go out not sure if it the deep snow on her feet or the winds kicking up a scent of something evil lurking close bye but I am happy she choose to spend more time inside with us. I know she is old now but cats can live a lot longer than dogs so I am hoping for more days with her up upon her new cat tower.
When her and JT are no longer here with us there will be no more pets for me, I just can’t the GOODBYES.
PS I forgot to tell you at twelve she still wants to knead our clothing and suck on us kind of odd but I do allow it till her claws start to poke my skin then she is placed beside me much to JT’s disgust she is not like the other dogs in my past she doesn’t like to share.
JT grabbed her Frisbee and me the camera and we went to walk the property so I could pick up any branches that may have come down it the nasty winds. You will see there is no snow. Plenty chilly today. The cat for some reason was running like she was a kitten again she is 12 now. So I toss the disc over and over while making sure the cat did not leave and head out into the coyote filled woods, all the while capturing parts of our yard before it gets covered in snow, the 2 or 3 in. we had last week melted with warmer temps and torrential rains. The river is actually at flood stage or 2 in. below today. Time to share our stroll around the yard.
That’s approximately the number of animals euthanized in the United States each year.
They come to that end because of broken homes and busted dreams; because too few animals are spayed or neutered and because too many are deliberately bred; because their owners are completely out of options or simply out of patience.
It’s a shockingly high number. More than 10,000 every single day. For the most part those killings are conducted by shelters trying to free up room for the steady stream of new animals that come through their doors. The old, the sick and the unwanted are euthanized to give those animals more likely to be adopted a space and a shot. But the volume of new arrivals is so large that a typical shelter puts down 60% of the animals it receives.
If killing six in ten animals seems like a strange form of rescue to…
It has been a very long time since I looked at this photo. I used to miss this truck so much, then it was the girl I was, who had gone missing.
Let me tell you some background since a few have asked about the days I spent behind the wheel of an 18 Wheeler(this one has 22 ) .
So much happened before I became a trucker, guess you would surmise that, as young girls really did not drive tractor-trailer trucks in the mid to late 70’s, well not in New England especially.
So do I begin here with this time period in the photo or go from the start?
I think I will do this blog from just before the time I bought her till I said goodbye, as there really is an awful lot for this story.
I was divorced in 1995 and as part of the settlement of OUR THINGS I had a choice to make. Let’s see he had already just got rid of the truck he drove, he actually gave it back to the bank with less than a year to pay on it. He was drinking so heavy daily and I could not drive TWO TRUCKS so he did what he did. I insisted we split the days up with him driving my rig(not this one) Monday,Wednesday and Friday which would leave me Tuesday and Thursday and most Saturdays. At the time I was hauling rubbish back and forth from Roxbury, MA to different landfills and trash to energy plants here in New England.
Things were getting worse living with him. I never thought they could get any worse and there came a point when I had the police remove him from the home. I had finally had too much. Lost so much. I signed a restraining order and told them he could come for the rig, with police.
It took a year before the final day in front of the judge. All I wanted was the house, 4 dogs and my 68 Camaro and my Ford Pickup Truck. He could take EVERYTHING ELSE!
In the time I sent him away, I found a job driving for a local company. I was now driving a Dump Truck. Worked 10 hours a day and finally had a life but not much money compared to owning my own rig but I was happy, really happy. I actually looked forward to doing my hair and climbing into that Orange Mack daily.
When the judges final decree was sent he gave me everything I wanted. The house, dogs and vehicles. Now how could I pay the house payment on a weekly paycheck, as an employee, I really couldn’t.
My Dad knew I worked for a seasonal company so he gave me an old 1974 Mack to drive. He paid for the registration and fuel and insurance and I paid him back weekly. I worked that truck for probably 9 months and even put some cash away. The Mack had a lot of issues being so old and finally she just could not go on the road anymore so if I was to truck I had to go shopping and quick!
I had a job to haul containers of beer from the pier in Boston or trailers from the rail yards in Alston. I poured through books and found a place in CT that sold used trucks. I saw the tractor in the photo above and thought she would be a good enough rig for me to begin again. The man who owned the place was impressed with my knowledge of trucks see he threw questions at me to check, I was a female. I had to prove to him I owed nobody anything after the divorce except my mortgage company and that the home was mine and not the ex-husbands. So he put a paper plate on it and told me to take it up to NH and drive it haul a few loads and show it to my Dad to make sure it would be a good choice for me, and then bring him the decree so he could see what the judge had written.
I went straight to my parents home from CT which was just under 2 hours away and showed them what it looked like and then Dad hopped into the driver’s seat and off we went for a test drive just as I had when I was 18 in a car he brought home for me. He liked it and then we switched seats and I drove. It was the first time I had ever taken my Dad with me in a rig, Mom had been several times but now it was time to show my Dad how over 2 mil. miles had made me into an awesome though fearless driver. He loved the ride! He said it looked like a solid truck for what I was hauling and that I drove it like a professional. I could not be happier. He asked if I needed any money and I told him no you see it was $1,000.00 down and a payment each month for 2 years and she would be mine. That was 1996, late in the year.
I hauled the beer and goods for maybe a year then I got antsy I wanted to haul the heavy loads again. This truck did not have a double frame or a wet system. I traded my Camaro for a Wet System which consisted of a pump and a tank which held Hydraulic fluid and hoses and fittings. This poor truck with her big Cummings Motor was going to set out to do the impossible, just as it owner.
I hooked up with old friends and started hauling Bark Mulch from a place in Maine all the way to Cape Cod and places in between. I loved the work and the places they sent me as so many others would hit everything but the lottery in the customers yards that they started to request the Blonde Girl who was a great driver! Everywhere I went I got smiles and waves from people. See I was an oddity still and we were now in the late 90’s.
Bark Mulch was seasonal so I had to find steady work I had not only a home to pay for but a truck. I hooked up with another friend in the rubbish business and started to haul four loads a day for him 6 days a week. I now had Sunday’s to play with the dogs in the yard while the truck was washed and oiled changed for the next week of work.
I hauled garbage till it just became too expensive to keep tires on it with going in and out of a landfills and hooked up with a Spring Water company. It was now 1998 winter again and this would be my first experience hauling a tanker down off the top of a mountain with snow and ice. I was scared, very scared about stopping at that stop sin at the bottom, why do they do that anyway!
I worked that whole winter of 1998 and then in 1999 the real fun began. I never got sleep I just napped in between loads. I hauled 3 to 4 loads of water, weighing out at 103,000 pounds back and forth to bottling companies, you see the country was getting ready for Y2K, which would happen in the year 2000, when the world would change as we knew it. We hauled thousands of gallons of water, as there were 10 other drivers doing the same thing for the company I worked for. Stock piled water filled these places with fear about what would come of the computers of our world and all the machines run by them.
As we all know we were really fine, doom and gloom never came to be. They would have a slow down in production so it was time for a much-needed vacation!
I parked this rig, tanker attached and locked up safe and sound and headed to FL where else would a girl go who loves the sea. I took 3 dogs as one had passed away and the cat and boyfriend at the time and headed to his Aunts place for a little rest. It was while I was there we decided it was where I wanted to be. Get rid of the house go back home and get my rig and start a new life where things were no so hard on me or the equipment. I could find work anywhere. So we left the dogs and cat there with his Aunt and I was heartbroken as I headed north but I would be back in 2 weeks with everything I wanted to start all over again with.
We made it back as planned I left the house for mortgage company to deal with as they refused to take the ex’s name off and set about finding my own place to call home.
So I spent most days in the beginning when we got down to Florida getting caught up on sleep and sun tanning and playing with my dogs, who were now 10. I finally got the bug to really drive again so I hooked up with a company to haul empty cans to bottling companies along the east coast of Florida, you see I loved the Gulf Coast . My rig was getting a much deserved rest as well, loads were so light I had to keep checking in the review mirrors to make sure I still had the trailer hooked to it. Life was GOOD, it really was the best. I was so very happy, finally, the year was 2000.
Well around August I received mail from the company holding the loan on my home. It seems they didn’t want it either and had given it to me free and clear only stipulation was I had to live in it. I was shocked to say the least. They asked me to go back to the home I loved so much in the woods of NH and lock the doors as I had left it cleaned out and spotless with doors unlocked for potential buyers. Now what go back, start again I didn’t want to. I liked it here in Florida but some of my dogs were buried there, it was home. At this point I was tired of making decisions really on my own as the boyfriend at the time was younger than me and OK with me doing it all. Yes I am now sadly aware that was who I was and nothing to do with him.
I decided I would go home alone with him and the pets but no rig. It was an old truck now, pretty and in great shape but not for another season of hard, nasty weather. I placed a For Sale sign in the back window and within days a man approached me and asked if he could check it out which he did and bought it with CASH. I had lots of money to pay his Aunt’s bills up to date, pay my brother cash I owed him and fuel for the van and enough to live on upon getting back to NH where I would also have to put electric on, fill the propane and hook up TV and internet.
We packed everything back into a U Haul, kissed everyone good-bye.
We were coming home.
I miss that truck and the freedom she gave me out on the roads but you see I finally get that there is more than one chapter in this woman’s life.
Time to LIVE IT!
the beginning and the middle will come with time STAY Tuned