Technorati tags: Mesa, Arizona, heart failure, pacemaker, Assisted Living
My 92 year old mother had lived for 20 plus years in a retirement village in Mesa Arizona. Then she came down with congestive heart failure and had a pacemaker implanted. A year later she had decided that she could no longer live alone. Continue reading ‘Moving Mom’
I had spent the spring in Wisconsin with my big brother and was now going to drive back to the The State of Jefferson. I called my daughter, then living in Chicago, and asked if her oldest son Kevin, my grandson, could join me. My plan was that he would then spend a week or two at home with me and then he would fly back to Chicago. Continue reading ‘Defining Kevin’s Self Image’
About twelve years ago my grandson Dustin wrote me asking what I remember about Christmas when I was in first grade. This is my response to him. Continue reading ‘Christmas in First Grade’
The Boys Weekend Out (as memory and legend has recorded it.)
About 20 plus years ago the wife and her sisters got together in California for a fun time together. Rose and Bobby came together but Roger couldn’t get away. Anita and I were already here and so were Linda and Bill.
As you all know, when the ladies are together - well, lets just say it is impossible to get a word in edgewise. So after a few days of listening to their stories, the boys needed to get away. Continue reading ‘Vegas In a Weekend’
Finally sated with the rest I needed
Today, I drove to town
Not the big city
I’m not that rested
But the little village nearby
Astride the river Continue reading ‘Life Is Never Easy’
Is there someone that has said or did something that greatly affected you? I have that someone. I have no idea what his name was and nothing else about him other than the story that follows. Continue reading ‘My Most Memorable Person’
Back in the 40’s my parents moved from Chicago, Illinois to Soperton, Wisconsin. This was indeed a shock. Chicago was a huge metropolitan area, with all of the trappings of a large urban city. Soperton was not even a real town. It was a tiny 4 street suburb of another small town Wabeno. In Chicago we had running water, bathrooms, public transportation, sidewalks, and such. There was little resemblance to that where we moved. Continue reading ‘Tears in the Wood Shed’
One of the best parts about living in a rural area is the wildlife that off and on wander the property. I have seen coyotes, skunks, deer, grouse, a cougar, lots of free range cattle, and an occasional elk. Continue reading ‘The Elk in the Yard’
When I travel, I try to allow myself ample time to get lost, sight see, and explore. Unlike the younger me, I do not go from point A to point B using the fastest roads and the shortest distances. Now that I am in my “Golden Years”, I love to drive the out of the way roads. Occasionally they are not even paved and sometimes they barely travel in the direction I am going. Continue reading ‘Driving Miss Cassie’
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