February 5, 2012

  • A Quiet Sunday

     

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    I went to bed around midnight because Chewlee insisted it was time and I knew she wouldn't sleep unless the house was quiet and dark.  She at first said she wanted to sleep with us so we could *hug her while we were sleeping* but when it was time, she suddenly wanted to sleep with Baron on his floor beds.  When I told her she couldn't, she said she didn't want to sleep with a *broken* grandma.  At that point, I put her in her own bed and told her she only had her broken grandma who wanted to let her sleep with her so she had to sleep alone.  She didn't argue but went to bed and then to sleep shortly afterward.  Me?  I was asleep in no time once my blankets got warmed up.

    This morning she was cheerful and hungry.  I think the Beast fed her cereal since she discovered that it tasted *wonderful* with milk on it.  I'm guessing the Princess only gave her dry cereal and that's the reason for all the sugar coated stuff I've seen her come over here with in a plastic bag.  She decided last week to pour some of her milk over her maple/brown sugar oatmeal the Beast made her.  Now she HAS to have the milk on it AND SHE has to be the one to put the milk on it.  It makes me smile.  She so much wants to be able to do EVERYTHING.  It's sweet how she will volunteer to do dusting or cleaning the TV screens and even the hand prints on the doors.  The trouble is she gets too enthusiastic about it and would use up a whole bottle of cleaner if you let her alone.  Her mother picked her up and the house went very quiet.  It woke me up from my nap, that's how quiet it got.....suddenly. 

    The Beast went over to a neighbor's to watch the Super Bowl today.  I was glad he had another man there to appreciate the whole thing.  I'm not sure who the Beast is rooting for but I hope the Patriot's win this one.  I just don't like the Giants for some reason.  I think they are the underdog (Patriots).  I've always been a sucker for underdogs.    However, in the fourth, NE is leading by just two points. but it's just started.  Anything could happen.

    The HH nurse came today to change my bandages.  She was going to school the Beast in what to do once they have used up their visits.  I told her that Becky, yesterday's nurse, had already shown him and, between the two of us, things would be fine.  My blood pressure is down to where it should be as well as my sugar level.  I go to the orthopedic doctor tomorrow (with a stop at the hospital for x-rays of my feet before I see him).  I am assuming I will have to bring them to him but I will find out at the hospital.  The doctor's office is just across the street from it (south side) and I can be there in two shakes of a lamb's tail.  He may or may not take out the stitches from where my toe was removed.

    Last night was a real eye opener for me as to how Chewlee was feeling about my being sick and having the foot problems.  I love that kid to death but it seems she has developed a fear of me due to the amputation of my toe.  I have no idea how to combat that except to get better.....quickly.  She wants to do lots of things with me once *I get better*.  The zoo.  The aquarium.  Just places she wants to see.  We'll have to wait and see what happens.

    Well, time to get this posted.  Love you all.  Be sure to tell those you love that you do.  I keep thinking of the cousin I lost so suddenly.  It's MY loss that makes me mourn.  I loved her.  At least the last time we talked, we both said those words, *Love you....*  She knew I did and I know she loved me.  Even her husband, who was half afraid of telling me, had to call to make sure I DID know.  He was relieved I already knew about it.  He said he told his sons, *I have to call Bratsis.  Patsy would never forgive me if I didn't.*  I would always go to her house when I was in Chicago and take her out to lunch then over to my sister-in-law's to spend the day.  At that time, she didn't get out much.  Sometimes it was because she was sick, other times it was just that she didn't have the energy.

    I would spend time over at her house.  In good weather, we spent it out on the big deck at the back of her house.  Jimbo keeps racing pigeons and has an enormous coop for them at the rear of their property.  It's a lot of work and Patsy said she didn't do anything with that.  It was up to Jimbo to clean it out and feed the birds.  She really hated them just because of the odor and mess.  But she loved Jimbo so she accepted it.  There was a lot about her life that disturbed me but it was HER life.  *I* accepted that.  You do that when you love someone.  I loved her but I am grateful that she no longer is in pain.  She was so very ill at the end.  Much sicker than anyone knew because she really didn't complain.  Rest in peace, my sweet cousin.

    Be good.  Keep warm.  Be safe and careful.