Showing posts with label laughter is the best medicine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laughter is the best medicine. Show all posts

01 April 2024

No Flake Monday

I've been stressing about this for quite a while now. Things at home are so traumatic. Thread is expensive. Glue for stiffening is expensive. Photography storage space is expensive. Technology can be such a pain. My eyes are begging me to stop straining them. And I'm just tired.

I've designed more than 800 snowflake patterns, so there are plenty from which to choose.

And that darned snowflake directory... man, that thing is a bear to maintain. More than an hour of tedious manual coding every six weeks. It's just not something my life needs right now.

I've known for a few months now this day was looming, but that doesn't make it any less painful. Because I'm not quite in a position to retire from my real job yet, I've decided it's time to retire Snowcatcher. It's been a great journey! Thanks for all the years, memories, inspiration, friendship and positive feedback! Spread kindness like snowflakes!


Click the April Fool photo to be taken to today's Snowcatcher snowflake pattern!

23 January 2024

When Time Doesn't Stand Still

Sometimes I have to turn off the phone and put it away. Sometimes, it's so depressing, it threatens to keep me from accomplishing anything the rest of the day.

one of the most painful crochet losses

I'm learning so much from the Parkinson's caregivers support group. But sometimes, the things I read just hurt.

It was so difficult to read about all the spouses who returned to their heavenly homes during the Christmas holidays. A death in the family is difficult any time of year. But how would one possibly survive it happening during Christmas???

Thank heavens, all the group members are compassionate and caring. When my dad died, the online comments I got from so many friends and loved ones, some of whom I'd not heard from in years, really did help. They felt like virtual hugs. And I could go back and read them again when the loss began to sting again.

I hope those who lose someone they love get that same benefit...

Just hours away from the new year, and I read the tale of a woman who had to wait six months to get her husband into his neurologist. Her husband had not been out of the house at all in months due to other health issues. Getting him out of the house was a time hog, and then traffic didn't cooperate. She was 15 minutes late for the appointment, and she was forced to reschedule.

Been there, done that! I schedule an extra hour before I have to get Lizard to one of his appointments. Sometimes, that's not enough. Sometimes, I'm able to get him in the car on time, but then traffic slows me down. I can't call to report I'm going to be late while I'm driving. Lizard can't operate the phone anymore, so he can't call either. I can pull over to make the call myself and be even later, or I can just keep pushing on. This overwhelming experience has happened to us with dental appointments, general practitioner appointments and physical therapy appointments, too.

Sometimes, providers will go ahead and see Lizard. Most of the time, however, we are forced to reschedule.

Many who commented on the post told of it happening to them, too. Most who commented say they never get in to see their medical professional without a 15-minute or longer wait. A few were horrified and suggested a change of providers. And a couple said they are no longer able to do in-person visits, so they are on time for all their virtual appointments. They no longer have the stress of trying to rush someone who cannot rush anymore.

All I could do was turn off the phone and cry.

It takes longer, much longer, to get someone with Parkinson's ready to go outside the house and then into the car, and then into the medical provider's office than it would take a healthy person. Someone with Parkinson's cannot be rushed. Rushing them stresses them, which makes the Parkinson's worse, and it puts them at risk of falling.

People don't die from Parkinson's. They die from falls due to Parkinson's.

With Lizard's latest medical complication, he is even slower in response and movement now than ever before. I have been trying to get him ready two hours ahead of time. That isn't always enough.

Being in traffic stresses him out, even though he is not driving. Waiting in waiting rooms stresses him out, even when there are only two or three other patients waiting. His restless legs kick in, and that's the end of patience.

Waiting in the tiny examination rooms really sets him off. He can't sit still more than about two minutes, and being in such a small space with no room to walk around when his legs begin acting up gives him serious claustrophobia.

By the time they take his blood pressure, his heart is pounding.

Fortunately, most of his providers now understand what's happening with his blood pressure, and they aren't prescribing new meds. Thank heavens!

We can't make do without his medical care if we have to reschedule. Rescheduling is extremely stressful for both of us because we know he can't wait up to three months for another appointment. We see his neurologist every three months, and sometimes that's not often enough. His condition sometimes changes and deteriorates faster than that.

My heart goes out to all who have experienced this. I wish everyday tasks weren't so hard for any of us.

09 July 2021

Friday Funny

We checked into our room at the tiny little hotel halfway between home and daughter/grands, then slowly climbed the stairs of the facility undergoing massive reconstruction. The teensy lodge in a teensy little village was the only opening we could find on the holiday weekend. It had been a long day; we left town after a full day of me working at home and a hard day for Lizard with recent medication changes that literally are disastrous. The three-hour-turned six-hour drive was so difficult for Lizard to tolerate, I'd had to stop frequently to enable him to attempt to walk off his restless legs.

I was just about to put our bag on the bed when Lizard announced we needed to leave the hotel right away. There was blood on the floor.

I had not touched anything in the room yet, and I quickly about-faced to inspect what Lizard had found. Sure enough, it looked as if someone had recently had a nosebleed. I looked around on the floor a bit more before agreeing to his offer to just sleep in the car when I noticed more "blood." This time, behind the room entrance door.

I could not imagine how in the world anyone would have been able to get blood on the floor right behind the door like that without getting it all over the entrance. As I opened the door to lead us back out into the hallway, I noticed the door had been freshly painted. Red.

We did stay the night, and our evening wasn't anything we could label a sequel to The Shining. But it's an experience we won't forget, and don't want to. It makes far too good a story not to share!

30 April 2021

Friday Funny

We recently had to invest in a new toilet plunger. It's bad enough when the toilet backs up, but when your plunger picks that exact time to give out... Well, thank heavens for humor to lift us out of the mire and prevent potty mouth. (PS: I did not buy THIS plunger.)

02 March 2021

Cranberry Power

The clip below came up in our suggested videos after we watched Fleetwoood Mac singing "Hold Me" (and marveling how much the backdrop favors my youthful stomping grounds of White Sands National Monument -- Whoa!!! Now it's a national park!!!) ("Hold Me" was filmed in the Mojave Desert). I don't know how I missed out on the video below when it went viral, but we found it at the perfect time. I just re-incorporated cranberry juice back into my daily routine.

I have not been a huge fan of Ocean Spray because the plethora of tempting flavors each have too much sugar. However, what Ocean Spray did for the boarding guy has converted me. I see Ocean Spray does have a pure, unsweetened variety, and I will be purchasing that next time I grocery shop.

31 October 2020

The Scariest Halloween

The toilet didn't just seem to be alive. It was crawling with microscopic monsters just waiting to suck the life out of any healthy bum that made contact.

The downstairs toilet was equally as bad. Both were filled to the brim with poo, the vengeance of an adopted child abandoned by her birth mother 14 years earlier, forsaken by her runaway adopted brother who'd found his way out of this hell hole, and tormented endlessly by her adoptive mother who just couldn't tolerate the tiniest of terrors.

She thought if she intentionally blew the adoption, she could wind up in a foster home with a cell phone of her own and a car she could hotwire in the middle of the night to sneak off to a bar while the foster parents slept. Mom's car was a stick, and she couldn't get the darned thing to move once she rolled it out of the driveway and into the street. Heaven only knows how many times she tried!

Never in her wildest dreams did she expect her adoptive mom to keep trying. Love! The ugliest word on the planet!

She had tried to frighten her mom by standing over her as she slept, kitchen knife in hand, ready to plunge it into Mom's throat. She had tried cutting Mom's hair while she slept and burning it in a candle near the bed. She had tried to pretend she'd committed suicide by hanging from the wardrobe bar in the closet, a belt noose around her neck.

Mom had been ordered to remove anything that could be used as a weapon from the home. No silverware, no appliances with cords, no scissors, no yarn... The house was now disgustingly sterile.

This woman still would not give up! What was wrong with her?!?

Well, she'd just show her! Used tampons were stuffed between the bed and the wall. Used condoms were strewn beneath the bed. Holes were fist-punched into all the walls and then filled with little baggies of dried green leaves, if not roach clips and half-toked joints, too, before being recovered with Megadeth, Iron Maiden and Slipknot posters. Oh, and the finishing touch!!! Lots of little white pills in every nook and cranny. Most were TicTacs, but Mom would never know. And the toilets. She could just picture the horror on Mom's face!

And with that, she snuck out her bedroom window, into the night, screeching with the most evil laugh she could shriek. Several hours later, a blue and white Crown Victoria with lights flashing and siren blaring returned her home, putting a temporary end to her stolen cigarette and bootleg booze rampage.

It truly was Mom's worst Halloween. Until 2020, that is...

The kids are grown and have kids of their own now. They try hard to make up for the trauma they caused their mom so many years ago. Love occasionally blossoms beautifully. Mom made Halloween snowflakes, masks and costumes for the grands. Everything was going as well as could be expected with all the nightmares of 2020.

The toilet backed up into the tub on Halloween's Eve. Bringing back memories of those Halloween toilets literally in another century. Mom's been bailing poopy water all morning.

And she thought bailing snow melt from the window well was bad!!!

02 October 2020

Friday Funny

I'm hesitant to call this humor because people obviously fall for this scam... I've found warnings about it all over the internet. But I had fun altering the scam a bit in Photoshop to suit my purposes. I typically save stupid stuff like this to one day create a Christmas tree with decorations representing every scam and too-good-to-be-true offer I've ever received in the mail. This one might be too big to hang on the tree, so I'm hanging it on my blog.

What really gets under my skin is some business in my local area paid big bucks to sucker punch potential customers in my area. In this day and age. When people are already struggling. If I had a phone number and email address I don't mind opening up to the plethora of scams that would follow, I'd call this number just to find out what business is this stupid, and then I'd broadcast loud and clear as far as I could to let others know this is the type of thing we need to boycott.

Treat others kindly. Don't try to scam anyone. And have fun finding the humor in my Photoshop efforts.

02 June 2020

Ninja Squirrels & Renegade Mice


If I was creative enough, I wouldn't mind doing this for the squirrels that raid my bird feeders!!! I'll be trying walnuts to go along with the corn cobs I put out specifically for them.

The mice, however, are quite another story. I don't want them in my garden, in my yard, under my house or, heaven forbid, in my house! Nothing I was doing had long-term effect. I decided to get serious about cats.


One of my favorite kitties of the past, Banzai

I submitted kitten adoption applications to two different agencies. I knew kittens would not be effective mousers for perhaps a year or more, but I figured I could get lots of great photos between now and then, plus, purrballs would put adventure back into knitting and crocheting, right?!?

I thought perhaps I can just learn to co-exist with the mice until the future kittens grow into finicky human owners. Then another dahlia bulb disappeared. Grrr!

At wit's end, I was ready to dig up the entire raised-bed flower garden and move it far from the birdfeeder. Then the doorbell rang. Door-to-door sales people are not supposed to be in our neighborhood, but I suppose the pest control company knew my neighborhood was fed up with the mouse/wasp problems we've been suffering the last few years.

For the record, I don't mind the wasps at all. We have not had very many bees in the last two to three years, and wasps are good pollinators. Our wasps are not aggressive and pretty much leave us alone. So I didn't ask for high-traffic wasp areas to be treated.

Mice, again, are quite another story. I have wanted to avoid doing anything inhumane, but I also don't want to contribute to hantavirus risk. This one is every bit as nasty as what's currently plaguing our world, and mice are carriers. Colorado has experienced 116 cases of hantavirus since 1993. Back in about 2016, the husband of one of my co-workers, who both also live in a rural area as we do, contracted the hantavirus. He survived, but was very sick for a very long time. So I'm just a bit oversensitive to potential. Plus, I like my flower garden. I don't appreciate mice or bunnies eating my bulbs!!!

It's now been a week since the pest control guys did their stuff. I saw one mouse in the raised-bed garden the day after treatment. I've seen no mice or signs of mice since then.

I'm still thinking about getting kittens. I've missed having cats!


My Three Kitties in the 80s
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