Marbles

A couple of weeks ago, I went with my best friend to an appointment. I hate leaving Dad alone these days, but bestie needed moral support and I left Dad with his food to take at lunch and something easy to pop in the microwave. I left instructions on how to feed the cats if I wasn’t home by 4pm. I made sure he had his phone on so I could text him a couple of times. I showed him how to type a text message, assuring him that I wouldn’t send a text that required more than a simple “Ok.”

To my first text, when bestie and I arrived at the medical facility, he responded, “Takecare.” Then just a few minutes later, he called me. There I was, sitting in the middle of a crowded waiting room and he calls me, ugh. He asked me if I had received his text response. I told him, yes and then he informed me that he didn’t know if he did it right because I forgot to show him how to send the text. Oopsie. “My bad,” says I. “You figured it out though!”

Then, he shocked the hell out of me and I’m sure my jaw dropped. He asked me, “Who am I talking to?” My heart skipped a beat. I was too far away from him at that instant to be able to protect him from…himself. I was so worried! I told him, “This is your daughter, Debbie.” He replied, “Ok. You sounded like one of your sisters.” Boy, was I relieved he hadn’t lost his marbles! I told him I was trying to talk softly because I was in the middle of the waiting room. He said, “Oh.” A minute later, we ended the call.

You can see below what a time he has texting!

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I’m thankful he can still be left alone on occasion. I’m thankful that he can still take care of himself for the most part. I still worry that he will fall. The last fall he had was last July and it was a pretty bad one. He fell on his face and sprained his arm. His nose was not only bleeding inside but it was split down the center and was bleeding everywhere! He was so worried about the carpet! “Get a rag. Hurry!” he kept saying over and over. I wasn’t worried about the damn carpet! I have a pet stain removal product that works wonders on blood and EVERY stain I’ve encountered so far! Our carpet is the same ol’ mess it was prior to his fall. It really needs replacing…

Anyway, he recovered from that after a couple of days. The next time could be worse, so I worry. Fingers crossed there won’t be a next time.

Early Childhood Memories

I was thinking about my childhood the other day and I began to remember many things I had long forgotten. I then tried to think back as far as I could and I recalled two memories from when I was very small.

Memory #1

I was around 4 years old and in nursery school. I remember having apple juice and graham crackers for snacks. I remember crying a lot because I felt lost. I also wanted to ride one of the tricycles that the other children got to ride, but for some reason, I was not allowed. I feel like something significant happened there because to this day, the smell of apple juice brings me back to that nursery school and makes me want to hurl. I wish I could remember more. Maybe I shouldn’t…

Memory #2

I think I must’ve been around 5 or 6 when my mom and dad and I went to Missouri to visit one of my mom’s relatives. I remember a teenage girl nicknamed “Butter” and she had bright red hair. She was always looking at herself in the mirror and fixing her hair. I looked up to her at the time. She seemed so sophisticated! I wanted to be just like her! I remember an older woman, whom I adored because she was so kind and loving. She was always cooking something delicious! She reminded me of Hazel, The Witch, a book that I had read myself or had someone else read to me. I can’t remember which. I’m pretty sure we were on a farm but the only animals I remember are pigs. I laugh now but back then I stood on a hill and threw rocks down below at the pigs in a pen. Poor little pigs. I wonder where everyone else was when I was doing this? Were they not watching me? I could have wandered off and got lost or hurt myself, being a little girl not used to country life.

How far back can you remember?

Sleep Walking

Have you ever walked in your sleep? I have never…but my daughter did in her pre-teen and early teen years.

She would get up after a couple of hours of sleep, while I was still up watching tv. She always had a glassy-eyed look on her face and was in what seemed to be zombie mode. She would just walk into the living room and plop down beside me on the couch as if everything was perfectly normal. I’d say to her, “Are you ok?” No reply. Just a glassy-eyed stare and weird smile. This continues for several minutes.

“Are you hungry?” No reply. Just a glassy-eyed stare and weird smile.

“Do you feel ok?” No reply. Just a glassy-eyed stare and weird smile.

“Did you have a bad dream?” No reply. Just a glassy-eyed stare and weird smile.

“Do you have to pee?” No reply. Just a glassy-eyed stare and weird smile.

I tell her, “Get up and GO PEE!” She gets up to go to the bathroom. When she comes back she goes immediately to her room. As she passes, I say, “Goodnight.” She replies, “Goodnight.”

When asked about it the next morning, she’d never remember.

Do you have any funny sleepwalking stories? I’d love to hear them!

What’s Eating Aunt Debbie?

There’s so much on my mind lately. My brain gets so bogged down with thoughts and ideas, problems and solutions, and then there’s my pain and mobility issues…I barely get anything constructive done.

I’ve been working on my cookbook. My German Grandmother’s recipes are giving me a headache! Some of them list only the ingredients but not the process. Some are just simply confusing because what she calls one thing, upon research I found are called something else! I haven’t made all of her recipes myself; I will include only the ones I have made before. I’m giving myself until the end of July to get them all typed out. Maybe halfway through I can get my volunteers to start testing recipes. I’m starting some of the testing myself this month. I’m hoping by Christmas I can have it done but no promises because these things take time.

I’m disgusted and full of so much anger towards Putin. He needs to be taken out, if you know what I mean. Surely, they have some Special Ops team that can get that job done. And thanks to the aid of Tucker (the fucker) Carlson, the misinformation about the war on Ukraine has flowed into the US. It makes me sick. Just sick. As if we need more misinformation in this country! What Putin is doing is WRONG. He is a murderous war criminal. The pointless death and destruction…brings tears to my eyes.

I’ve missed blogging – but I just haven’t had the time to sit down and write or when I have the time to write, nothing comes to me. What the hell do you write when you can’t think of anything to write? So, here I sit. Just typing whatever comes to me. Is that stupid?

Thankfully, Winter is about ready to leave us behind. I’m truly tired of having to wash my hands in the bathtub. Hmmm…I bet you’re wondering about that statement, yes? Well, the plumbing in this old house is about as stupid as the electrical wiring. I’ll have to tell you about that in another post! The plumbing…well, during the winter it takes about 40 seconds for the water at the kitchen sink to get warm. It’s about 5 feet from the water heater, which makes no sense at all. The bathroom sink takes about 50-55 seconds to get warm. That sink is about 30 feet from the water heater. I try to remember to turn on the water before I do my business, so I don’t have to stand there waiting for the water to warm up before I can wash my hands but sometimes I forget. Most of the time I forget. So I wash my hands in the bathtub, which is about 6 feet from the sink and about the same distance as the sink from the water heater. Do you want to take a guess at how long it takes the water to warm up in the bathtub? It takes a whole 15 seconds, which is why I end up washing my hands in the bathtub. I have no patience and I’m sure as hell not going to wash my hands in ice cold water! Snort!

I’m looking forward to the Spring but I’m always disappointed. It seems to always rain and then we’re left with about 2 weeks of exceptionally beautiful Spring weather before it gets too damn hot to live! Ugh. Summer comes too fast.

Well, back to work I go. Or a nap. Ha! Take care of yourselves!

Signing off!

Guess What?

Happy Monday, folks! I hope this week proves to be a productive one for us all.

I’ve accomplished something I never thought I would. I finished “The Ex Files” for my kids and it has been sent to the printer! By no means does this make me a published author because it’s a private printing, not to be distributed to the public. It does make me feel good that I have finished the book and now my adult kids will understand why I left their father and why he wasn’t a part of their lives.

My next project is “Aunt Debbie’s Best” cookbook that WILL make me a published author! Staying motivated will be the hardest part. I will be contacting a few people who have shown interest in testing recipes, in the near future. Wish me luck in this daunting project!

Nelson Mandela once said, “It always seems impossible until it is done.”

Now, on with Monday. Be kind and stay safe, my friends.

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