Hello,
This man in the pics above is my brother James. One before going into surgery and talking to the doctor and the other after they brought him out of recovery.
He had been exposed to Agent Orange in Vietnam and had a couple different diseases. They had to remove a part of his lung. He was strong. He was able to sit up the next morning and even eat a few bites of food.
I miss him so much. I wish he was still with us. I was going to post a picture of him and my dad today but I couldn't find one on this laptop. I have them on my eternal hard drive and on my other laptop for sure.
So I found out that the blog post that I made yesterday did not post to this blog. It posted to my new blog, so here I am trying to correct my past mistake.
I have been in the hospital and have not been feeling well. I have had another UTI/Kidney infection and it was bad enough to toss my butt into the ER and then they decided to keep me, so I am getting better, but one theory is that I am having so may kidney infections is because the antibiotics are not clearing up my infections 100% and the ones, not even the ones they were treating me in the hospital with is geared towards clearing the infection. Some kind of bacteria that the scientists have been warning us about has taken aim at me and my surviving kidney so I see my urologist tomorrow if my ride transportation arrives to pick me up. If not then I will have to reschedule for next week sometime.
Steve the name of the book that I have been searching for is lost to my daughter and I. We think that the name of the book is called "The Levity Tree" about a tree that was happy and kept a kingdom happy until the tree became sad and the entire kingdom was crying and the tears threatening to flood the kingdom.
Since Laurie is almost 35 years old and she had this book in Kindergarten it is not a new book and we have tried searching for it, I even contacted the school at one point but no one remembers this little book. She loved it and so did I.
I would read it to her every time she was allowed to bring it home. One year she had pneumonia and was really sick and had to be in the hospital for almost a week and it was the only book that she wanted me to read to her.
As she grew older another favorite was The Box Car series. People who lived in old train box cars and the lessons that this tiny community of box car people taught people and how they helped the kids in the community. Great series. I just wish that I could remember the names and authors of these great books.
We are trying to build a home library for the kids and if the one about the levity rings a bell, I would sure appreciate it.
Well, I have discovered a few things about my neighbors. The older man's houseguest is obviously his daughter and there is a lot of loud yelling on their end.
Around daylight last week she said to him.... "I moved in Dad to help you, but if you continue to talk to me the way you do, I will leave and go right back to My house and My family, and you will be on your own".
He yelled and she said, "See this is what I am talking about". That woke the baby up and he yelled about that, and she was sure to point out the fact that since he was yelling, he was responsible for waking the baby up.
He is mad that she is pregnant. She said that at least she and her husband planned their family, and they were not surprises like so and so and asked if there was anything that made him happy. Apparently not.
He screams and drops a lot of F Bombs, and she gives about as good as she gets. I can understand her frustration, because he cusses like an old sailor but then starts singing the Gospel at the top of his lungs.
I just have to go back inside because it is too offensive, and I know that they can see me on my patio trying to enjoy my coffee. I found out so many things that I felt like I was eavesdropping, but not intentionally.
I was minding my own business and found out that he doesn't like her cooking and complains about every meal she cooks, and he makes messes and will not try to clean up knowing that she is pregnant and cannot do a lot of the bending and scrubbing and not to yell so much because it scares the child.
He is just grouchy. A Grouchy Old Man who is not a happy man! If he is I certainly haven't heard it, but one good thing is that he doesn't bring his television outside on the patio anymore, so I don't have to listen to that when I do get a chance to enjoy my patio.
The volleyball quart has been used all 3-day weekend. Even during the rain. They have been a pretty good group though. No one was obnoxious or rude or at all like that one group that comes here to play. In fact, I have not seen them at all since the beginning of the month.
Guess I will close for now because I need to get something for dinner and do the dishes. Karyn is coming Wednesday to spend a few days so I have wanted to do a few things here so I am doing little things here and there. Dishes are an all the time chore so that is one thing that I always have to do.
Take care and Stay Safe.... BB
