bennington, vt.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

in a Christmas-box

Merry Christmas Eve

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Have a biscuit?

Chocolate Mint, 
Orange Crinkles,
Chocolate Chip,
Banana Bread,
Peppermint Fudge,
then I helped Mom with the cookies she decided to make.
The freezer is full, and we finally actually moved on to the 
ancient cookie jar.
I can't believe this thing survived our childhood
without chipping or breaking!

Drink Me

Tis the season
Tom and Jerrys
Mom has her's without the extra shot.
I have no such compunction
No better way to make Christmas Cookies.

1st   the bottle was almost empty
2nd  it was EXTREMELY well aged,
(I think it was bought 31 years ago for
Mom and Dad's 25th Ann.).

just upset

Wednesday night was sooo nice.
My young man was happy to see me.
he fell asleep shortly after I took over,
he smiled every time he woke up and peeked at me.

We both had a really great night.  
I should be working tonight.
He's back in the Hospital.
They are all so tired, frustrated, and depressed.

After 2 and a half months in the Hospital they got to come home to "normalcy" for 3 days, and now they are back in.

Christmas and his birthday are coming, they want him home, and more then that . . . they just want him better. 
Prayers people, prayers.

after work Thurs. morning, I drove up for the
meeting on how to take care of him . . .
the U of M person had to cancel.  sigh.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

minutes ago

It was almost a year ago that I had my unfortunate incident with an unadorned manhole

My left hip and right knee regularly remind me that they did not appreciate the whole episode and do not wish it repeated.  They have only grudgingly allowed me to resume some of my bike riding.
I have gone back to occasionally walking the long block across the street rather then just the short walk around the drive.  

After the recent snow, I mentioned a stroll through the woods with the dogs.

Mother turned to me abruptly
spat out a sharp
Hmmm, guess not.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

opposite direction

Time and peace have gone.
My only racing about this Holiday season has been to obtain, fill out and return all obligatory paperwork for my new/old job.  (At this writing it truly is my old Job as it is now 40 hours on Nights.  Hooray!  Except that my finances are so depleted, it was tempting to stay at 32 hours.)  No jockeying for position in stores to buy gifts.  No pay check in 2 and a half months, No money for much of anything.

I was called last week and told, my young man would be home, and I needed to come to the office for a class by U of M on how to take care of him, on Thursday the 13th.  (Since I work the first four nights of the week, then I am set until the 18th, right?)  Today I was called and asked if I could work Wednesday night the 12th. 
Well, what about the class on Thursday morning?
You still need to come in for that so you can learn his new care.
So who is taking over for me at 7am?
Nobody, all his nurses need to be at the class to learn how to take care of him.  Oh, and you will be training a nurse on his care that night too.
uh-huh . . .

So I am taking care of my young man, AND training someone else on how to care for him on Wednesday night to Thursday morning.  I will then leave him to his Family, (with no nurse to replace me), and travel further north to the office to attend a meeting on how to care for him.  

just does NOT seem to cover it!

Continuing on my now hectic schedule, I babysit my niece that afternoon and evening.  
Friday is quiet . . . so far.  
Saturday 11am rehearsal for the Cantata, 2pm Christmas Carol Service at the nursing home, 7pm Christmas Concert to attend.  
Sunday I am the Reader and sing in the Christmas Cantata, and then back to work . . . 

now that I know how to take care of Him!

I love him and his family dearly, but my "string pullers" . . . 
it's a paycheck . . . it's a paycheck.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

dressed in crimson

Friday night we attended the BH Fest.  I am so glad, that if I had to be here for two years, that it was during a Boar's Head year.  
They only do BH every four years, since it is such a massive undertaking.  My Sister-in-Law, Brother, and Niece all had parts in the production, so it was particularly exciting to see.
Angel, "star", Holy Family and Kings
Angel Choir
Actually I strongly suspect, (knowing all the stress my SIL went through as one of the Theatrical Directors), it is every 4 years, so that they get new suckers volunteers who have just moved to the area!  Well that, or maybe it's like childbirth . . . you forget . . . in the beauty that has been wrought.

Monday, December 5, 2011

to beg,

I feed the local birds

with cayenne laced suet 
a feeder full of thistle seed.
Nothing a squirrel would ever touch 
aside from the fact I have two terriers

The condo assoc. is adamant about not feeding the local wildlife and attracting vermin, (ie: rats, feral cats, and

The neighbors, (most of them), leave out unshelled peanuts, and the local squirrel population, regularly make the rounds.  

By now,
the squirrels should know 
I don't feed them!
I opened the sliding door to take the pictures . . .
I slammed the door shut 
when he came across the deck,
and to within a foot of the doorway
with NO intention of stopping.

at home, close to the house I feed birds only,
further out the yard I feed the squirrels, turkeys,
and whatever else wanders by.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

music of his song

Last minute, I was called to attend a concert at a local Church.
My Brother apparently had no idea what kind of concert, but I was game.
Now, that I have Heard . . .
I can think of many people who would have been interested had they known.  
(Okay, maybe Mom would not have been drawn from her college football games.)

Vocal Quartet & Lute
Timothy Joyce-Erika Buchhotz-Kirsten Kane-Garald Farnham

Really quite marvelous
 and a wonderful break
 from the chaos of life.

Thank you for that.

right house

Enough icing 
and colorful candies . . .
and it's all good!

of course, 
my snowman looks like he has just committed a murder