It was 3:15 A.M. when the power outage came to my attention this morning. Our security alarm started beeping to let me know it was operating on battery power instead of electrical. I got up to make sure we didn't have someone helping the power to fail. My lanterns were downstairs, so I grabbed a flashlight and checked the front area of the property from my birds eye view on the 3rd floor. Then I walked to the other side of the house and into my bathroom, which gives me the best few of the pool, pond and Jodi's cottage. Suddenly, I see a light flash, so I used my flashlight to see who was obviously carrying that light around. I heard a person say something and realizing my bathroom window was open, I yelled down, "Jodi ...is that you?" She said, "Yes" and told me she was checking to see if the other houses had power. I let her know that the neighbors did not have power either and saw her walk back towards her house. When you see Jodi, you know her faithful companion, Rudy, the Rottweiler is somewhere near her. My little buddy had leaped out of bed and was following me around too. Although she would fight a tiger, literally, to protect me, I don't feel quite as safe if my "defense weapon" is an extra petite French Bulldog. If attitude wins though, no doubt she would be the winner. :-)
Back to bed to listen to the rhythm of the security beep and husband's snoring. He would not wake up if Governor Brown drove through our bedroom on a high speed rail train. Of course, if the Governor and his cohorts in Sacramento had anything to do with speed, it would probably be snorting it instead of driving it. I swear they are all taking something up there in LaLa Land that causes brain damage.
I finally fell asleep again around 5 AM, give or take and woke up around ...who knows ... 7 or so ... because the security system was frantic now and going into full alarm mode. The sirens and all were going off and it wasn't decoding. I went into the room and area which holds the battery backup system and dismantled the battery hoping I would be able to get it back together later. Back to bed hoping to catch some shut eye, and the power came back on shortly after that.
Sometime during the early morning hours, I looked out to the front of the property again and saw Leanne was leaving for work. Of course, she was locked inside because the security gate on the property operates off of electricity. I could hear that she was talking to her dad on her cell phone, and he was telling her how to manually change the gate from clicker mode to manual. She was following his instructions and then pushed the gate open. It is a huge and heavy gate. I was feeling badly for her. When she drove through the gate, she stopped and got out of her car and I realized she was going to pull the gate closed. Leanne is such a responsible young woman. I know how many people her age and even older who would have just driven off without a thought. I called out to her from my perch and said, "Just leave it, Honey. It's fine." She said, "Ok. Thank you."
After all, Renzo was locked into the back upper deck area. Josie was locked into a section of the house that wouldn't allow her to get out and besides she was following me around. Pervis does not want to leave. They would have to get a tow truck to pull him out of this property. His street roaming days are over. He lived on the streets once, and has no delusions about that lifestyle. Pervis shares in common with most men and certainly with my husband, a tendency to mellow with age no matter how badly they roamed the streets when they were younger. My mother told me that years ago... when talking about my dad. It is absolutely amazing to me how much psychological wisdom my parents had when they never opened a psychology book.
Anyway, Leanne and I are buddies and have been since she was a baby. I am so proud of her, her accomplishments and her integrity and character, and I appreciate her parents who helped her to reach that outcome. She has a birthday coming up very soon. I miss my little buddy days, but am comforted to see her coming and going in my daily life. We don't find ourselves alone too often, but when we do, I can see we are still buddies in our hearts. She understands that it is difficult for me to get away now as I could in the past, but we have left our footprints in just about every shopping center in San Diego County. Fashion Valley was our favorite hangout during her teen years.
We have a new FBI Director (Christopher Wray.) I don't know anything about his character or expertise, but he sure is a good looking man. I hope he does his job in the way it should be done, which means we, the People, would be able again to rely on the integrity of the system. In my opinion, the Obama administration used our justice departments for personal gain and as a result, the entire system has been eroded. It will take work to weed out the corruption in all departments.
Well, I have now finished my coffee and think I need a second cup this morning in order to stay awake today.~Dr Joyce Swineheart
Friday, September 29, 2017
Thursday, September 28, 2017
A Busy Time ...September 28, 2017
Will someone please tell me what happened to September? It seems to be missing this year. It can't possibly be October next week.
My morning ... a beautiful one here in San Diego County. I know we have created an aviary up here in our little mountain top community called Crest. I wish I could recognize the various sounds from so many different species of birds. We take great pride in the fact that we look down on Mt. Helix. I sold a house in the city once to a rather snobbish woman who lives on Mt. Helix. When my husband told her, "we look down on Mt. Helix," she said, "Impossible!" Of course, he had to insist she come over to the window and take a look down towards the ocean, and he made sure that she saw the points of interest down on Mt. Helix. Haha. I have watched so many of his antics throughout the years I have begun to think of some of his behavior as normal. Of course, it is normal for him. Jerry's normal abnormal behavior is what I call it.
Speaking of Jerry, I literally just got off the phone from returning his psychiatrist's phone call and setup a phone conference in October. He now has at least 3 appointments each week of October. I am thankful that at least two of those three weekly appoints (physical therapy) can be handled by himself, because they are only approximately 3 miles away. I believe the time has either already or is arriving that is going to necessitate my having an assistant, or his having an aide. The remaining option is that I will need an institution. Wait! Maybe I do now.
My bulldog story for today. Pervis (the big and old black English bulldog) of 85 lbs, and Renzo, the stocky black and old American Bully of probably 65 lbs were both outside. Pervis is so very smart, a lover of peace and tranquility, and he knows Renzo is not to be fully trusted by him. It is interesting to see how he keeps an eye on him and avoids conflict when they are in the same area. So Pervis was outside and wanted inside. Renzo was laying in front of the door Pervis wanted to enter, so Pervis yells (yaps) at me from a few feet away. He knows I will run interference and get him into the house. When I opened the door, Renzo leaps up, because he is thinking maybe he would like to come into the house too or I might be handing out treats. I shut the door and since Pervis was closer to our official front entry 3 rooms away, I walk through the house, open the entry way door and call for Pervis. Well...both of these old guys are almost deaf. I stick my head out and look, and they both are still staring at the breakfast nook door. I called again, Renzo heard me and turned around to run over to the front door. Pervis immediately moves into position to get in through the breakfast nook door. I hurry back through the house and Pervis comes through the breakfast nook door. I see Renzo waiting for me at the front door. So time for a treat for Renzo ... and a little piece of cheese for Pervis and Josie (the smart and least amount of trouble FEMALE french bulldog) who weighs approximately 15 lbs when she isn't eating Pervis's food as well as hers. Josie tries very hard to take care of me, watch out for me and be a good girl.
Trying to finish up the tax info between phone calls. It is a fairly easy year (2016), because I didn't buy or sell any real estate or make any financially significant changes in our lives.
We are obviously not going to be able to go to Charlotte, N.C. this forthcoming month. Sending our special tickets out this morning to our "North Carolina kids." North Carolina is a beautiful place in the fall. It is also a beautiful place in the springtime. Maybe we will make Speedweek in May.
In between medical appointments and daily responsibilities, hoping to get the decks repaired before October is over. ~Dr Joyce Swineheart Moore
My morning ... a beautiful one here in San Diego County. I know we have created an aviary up here in our little mountain top community called Crest. I wish I could recognize the various sounds from so many different species of birds. We take great pride in the fact that we look down on Mt. Helix. I sold a house in the city once to a rather snobbish woman who lives on Mt. Helix. When my husband told her, "we look down on Mt. Helix," she said, "Impossible!" Of course, he had to insist she come over to the window and take a look down towards the ocean, and he made sure that she saw the points of interest down on Mt. Helix. Haha. I have watched so many of his antics throughout the years I have begun to think of some of his behavior as normal. Of course, it is normal for him. Jerry's normal abnormal behavior is what I call it.
Speaking of Jerry, I literally just got off the phone from returning his psychiatrist's phone call and setup a phone conference in October. He now has at least 3 appointments each week of October. I am thankful that at least two of those three weekly appoints (physical therapy) can be handled by himself, because they are only approximately 3 miles away. I believe the time has either already or is arriving that is going to necessitate my having an assistant, or his having an aide. The remaining option is that I will need an institution. Wait! Maybe I do now.
My bulldog story for today. Pervis (the big and old black English bulldog) of 85 lbs, and Renzo, the stocky black and old American Bully of probably 65 lbs were both outside. Pervis is so very smart, a lover of peace and tranquility, and he knows Renzo is not to be fully trusted by him. It is interesting to see how he keeps an eye on him and avoids conflict when they are in the same area. So Pervis was outside and wanted inside. Renzo was laying in front of the door Pervis wanted to enter, so Pervis yells (yaps) at me from a few feet away. He knows I will run interference and get him into the house. When I opened the door, Renzo leaps up, because he is thinking maybe he would like to come into the house too or I might be handing out treats. I shut the door and since Pervis was closer to our official front entry 3 rooms away, I walk through the house, open the entry way door and call for Pervis. Well...both of these old guys are almost deaf. I stick my head out and look, and they both are still staring at the breakfast nook door. I called again, Renzo heard me and turned around to run over to the front door. Pervis immediately moves into position to get in through the breakfast nook door. I hurry back through the house and Pervis comes through the breakfast nook door. I see Renzo waiting for me at the front door. So time for a treat for Renzo ... and a little piece of cheese for Pervis and Josie (the smart and least amount of trouble FEMALE french bulldog) who weighs approximately 15 lbs when she isn't eating Pervis's food as well as hers. Josie tries very hard to take care of me, watch out for me and be a good girl.
Trying to finish up the tax info between phone calls. It is a fairly easy year (2016), because I didn't buy or sell any real estate or make any financially significant changes in our lives.
We are obviously not going to be able to go to Charlotte, N.C. this forthcoming month. Sending our special tickets out this morning to our "North Carolina kids." North Carolina is a beautiful place in the fall. It is also a beautiful place in the springtime. Maybe we will make Speedweek in May.
In between medical appointments and daily responsibilities, hoping to get the decks repaired before October is over. ~Dr Joyce Swineheart Moore
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Donald Trump Days ...2017
September 26, 2017 (Tuesday) ...
We are living in interesting times, which hopefully, will be noted in our future historical data if those who are trying today to change the historical view of this nation do not win their battle to convert the United States of America, which today is a Republic, into a Marxist led country which is a part of a World Order. This past week, President Trump spoke at a rally in Louisiana. When he loudly declared if he were the owner of an NFL football team and a player did not stand for the flag and playing of the National Anthem, he would say, "Get that SonOfB**&## off the field!!!," the world shuddered. The "Progressives" aka Socialists and Marxists, immediately began a full attack using their most beloved rhetoric of "presidents don't talk that way." Maybe most presidents don't talk that way and politicians never talk that way, but President Trump has never acted like a politician, because he is not a politician. A politician will say what he or she thinks you want to hear, so they can get a vote from you. A politician doesn't really stand for anything (no pun intended) and if you don't believe that, spend some time looking at videos of how their "positions" on the issues of America have changed throughout the years. Be that as it may, I wish I had $10.00 for each time men throughout the United States say "Fire that SonOfAB**%&" in a given month. So politicians and presidents may not say what they are thinking, but men most often do say what they are thinking. Be careful of the man who filters his words.
As Donna Fargo sings about ... I am going through some changes in my life again. I always imagine an orderly life, but have to admit, I usually embrace change too. I have never handled boredom very well. A lot of my focus lately has been on the medical needs of my husband for two reasons. One reason is obviously because I love him and am concerned, and the other reason is a bit more selfish, because I am trying to pick up his normal workload around here while handling my own. My own is suffering. Today I have no choice. I am not going to bed tonight until I have collected and organized all of the information I need to in order to provide the tax lady with what she needs, so my taxes will be filed by October 15.
I am looking at a headline on the television that says a Russian cannibal couple admit to eating 30 people. It is reported they would drug the people, kill them and eat them. I bet Hillary Clinton wishes they had met up with Donald Trump. #SMH
We are heating up again here this week, but are told it will only be for about 5 days and that it won't be extreme heat. However, it is very dry and following a very wet winter with lots of tree and plant growth, we are high risk for fires. Of course, I live right in the midst of fire country. Our little community has suffered severe fire damage pretty much about every decade for many years. 2003 was the last huge one in Crest, and there was another scare in about 2006. I was out of town when the latter arrived. When I arrived home, my storage containers which had been literally filled to the top making it difficult for me to close some of them were noticeably filled with less items with space for more. Sometimes you just have to close your eyes to the behavior of others and move on. If I had a thousand dollars for each items that has been stolen from me throughout the years, I could buy a very nice home in Arizona. Now ..... there are many things I would help a thief pack up and carry out of here. Haha. In spite of feeling that way, however, I do not want a fire. It is a lot of work to evacuate and especially with your animals and find a place to stay until you can get back into your homes. Just imagine how the people of Texas, Florida, Puerto Rico and all of the islands feel, which were hit recently by hurricanes. ~Dr Joyce Swineheart
We are living in interesting times, which hopefully, will be noted in our future historical data if those who are trying today to change the historical view of this nation do not win their battle to convert the United States of America, which today is a Republic, into a Marxist led country which is a part of a World Order. This past week, President Trump spoke at a rally in Louisiana. When he loudly declared if he were the owner of an NFL football team and a player did not stand for the flag and playing of the National Anthem, he would say, "Get that SonOfB**&## off the field!!!," the world shuddered. The "Progressives" aka Socialists and Marxists, immediately began a full attack using their most beloved rhetoric of "presidents don't talk that way." Maybe most presidents don't talk that way and politicians never talk that way, but President Trump has never acted like a politician, because he is not a politician. A politician will say what he or she thinks you want to hear, so they can get a vote from you. A politician doesn't really stand for anything (no pun intended) and if you don't believe that, spend some time looking at videos of how their "positions" on the issues of America have changed throughout the years. Be that as it may, I wish I had $10.00 for each time men throughout the United States say "Fire that SonOfAB**%&" in a given month. So politicians and presidents may not say what they are thinking, but men most often do say what they are thinking. Be careful of the man who filters his words.
As Donna Fargo sings about ... I am going through some changes in my life again. I always imagine an orderly life, but have to admit, I usually embrace change too. I have never handled boredom very well. A lot of my focus lately has been on the medical needs of my husband for two reasons. One reason is obviously because I love him and am concerned, and the other reason is a bit more selfish, because I am trying to pick up his normal workload around here while handling my own. My own is suffering. Today I have no choice. I am not going to bed tonight until I have collected and organized all of the information I need to in order to provide the tax lady with what she needs, so my taxes will be filed by October 15.
I am looking at a headline on the television that says a Russian cannibal couple admit to eating 30 people. It is reported they would drug the people, kill them and eat them. I bet Hillary Clinton wishes they had met up with Donald Trump. #SMH
We are heating up again here this week, but are told it will only be for about 5 days and that it won't be extreme heat. However, it is very dry and following a very wet winter with lots of tree and plant growth, we are high risk for fires. Of course, I live right in the midst of fire country. Our little community has suffered severe fire damage pretty much about every decade for many years. 2003 was the last huge one in Crest, and there was another scare in about 2006. I was out of town when the latter arrived. When I arrived home, my storage containers which had been literally filled to the top making it difficult for me to close some of them were noticeably filled with less items with space for more. Sometimes you just have to close your eyes to the behavior of others and move on. If I had a thousand dollars for each items that has been stolen from me throughout the years, I could buy a very nice home in Arizona. Now ..... there are many things I would help a thief pack up and carry out of here. Haha. In spite of feeling that way, however, I do not want a fire. It is a lot of work to evacuate and especially with your animals and find a place to stay until you can get back into your homes. Just imagine how the people of Texas, Florida, Puerto Rico and all of the islands feel, which were hit recently by hurricanes. ~Dr Joyce Swineheart
Monday, September 25, 2017
CHANGING TIMES ...SEPTEMBER 25, 2017
Fall is the time of the year for changing weather patterns, and it also brings change into our lives. The children go back to school. Favorite holidays like Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas follow with winter officially arriving in December. All of this causes change in our daily routines. Then suddenly we find ourselves in a New Year. Sometimes a phone call brings unanticipated changes to our lives.
I was awake but still lying in bed when our phone rang this morning at 8:45. The system announced the number that was calling. When I heard 858, I thought "this is probably Jerry's neurologist's office," as I noted the time and area code. Not wanting to miss a call from there, since he had just had two MRI exams on Saturday and a PET scan the week before, I took the call. Much to my surprise and in keeping with Scripp's excellent medical services, it was Dr. Michelle Van Noord. She told me that the PET scan really didn't show any abnormalities. However, the imaging of the brain confirmed atrophy, which is more concentrated in the frontal temporal area of the brain. However, he has suffered brain atrophy all over the brain. The concentration on the frontal temporal lobe, of course, would explain the behavior changes. She emphasized that the atrophy is not profound, and that she has seen worse. She said she would like to get a copy of the PET scans and MRI exams that were completed 10 years ago, so she could check the progression.
You know, it was quite refreshing to hear a neurologist speaking of the actual findings versus tossing out a diagnostic opinion. I have never been a fan of labels and have often told my own mentally ill patients not to take them too seriously, because it is more helpful to the people who handle the money for billing and payment purposes than a benefit to the patient. In spite of the same diagnoses, I have never met two people with exactly the same needs. I have pretty much ignored them throughout my career.
Dr, Van Noord also told me the cervical MRI exam has identified a blockage in his neck that needs further attention. She is referring him to their surgical department, and someone will be calling to arrange the appointment. She pointed out it is possible the blockage in the neck is contributing to his staggering when walking. Now THAT was good news, since I was concerned about it possibly being a sign of Parkinson's Disease.
When a doctor tells me they are referring to surgeons, I immediately have a mental picture of a half dozen smiling surgeons in white coats each holding two knives while rubbing them together and smiling. "Oh Goody ...here comes another one!" My first inclination is to run.
Okay ... my humorous husband time now. I told him that it would be interesting to find that our method (way) of dealing with (treating) the brain disorder may be a most effective treatment program, which should be shared with others going through this. The neurologist complimented us on how we are "handling" this issue during his first evaluation. Anyway, it would be a pity if there is something to what we are doing that could help others, but it is like it is our own little secret. One of the key ingredients to what we have done is related to treating the psychiatric issues that develop when you have a brain disorder of ANY type. Because of our background in mental health, we immediately reached out to our psychiatrist friends and colleagues, and Dr. Michael Lardon has been involved in treating Jerry, as well as serving as an advisor to both of us. When Jerry first started displaying some major behavior changes, it was a natural response for me to drag him into a psychiatrist's office. Many people object to using psychotropic medications for addressing inappropriate behaviors. My life has been spent working with people who have the most severe behavior problems and if not addressed, they end up in institutions. So ... call it treating symptoms or correcting behavior problems, but I am of the mind set if it works, it is better than the circumstances that result when people prevent others from having medications which can be helpful.
So ...right away, the psychiatrists addressed his "symptoms," while I began dragging him into the offices of brain specialists. Thankfully, Jerry has always been very cooperative. Anyway ...this morning when he and I were discussing this, I told him that if others would include a psychiatrist who are the experts in identifying the best medication for a given situation when people have what Jerry calls "broken brains," it can help with delaying the progression of the brain dysfunction. I reminded him of a friend from Charlotte who developed a brain disorder and tried to address it through a general practitioner with the end results being the guy totally lost it and locked his wife out of the house one day. The police had to be called, and he ended up being institutionalized in the most dramatic way. Jerry laughed and said, "If I locked you out of the house, you would throw up your hands and say "Yay!!!" and go down the road." We both shared laughter over that statement.
The bottom line to this entry is .... I have a feeling our lives will be changing very soon along with the other changes that come with fall every year. What's next? Who knows? We will just roll with the punches of life and count our daily blessings.
I was awake but still lying in bed when our phone rang this morning at 8:45. The system announced the number that was calling. When I heard 858, I thought "this is probably Jerry's neurologist's office," as I noted the time and area code. Not wanting to miss a call from there, since he had just had two MRI exams on Saturday and a PET scan the week before, I took the call. Much to my surprise and in keeping with Scripp's excellent medical services, it was Dr. Michelle Van Noord. She told me that the PET scan really didn't show any abnormalities. However, the imaging of the brain confirmed atrophy, which is more concentrated in the frontal temporal area of the brain. However, he has suffered brain atrophy all over the brain. The concentration on the frontal temporal lobe, of course, would explain the behavior changes. She emphasized that the atrophy is not profound, and that she has seen worse. She said she would like to get a copy of the PET scans and MRI exams that were completed 10 years ago, so she could check the progression.
You know, it was quite refreshing to hear a neurologist speaking of the actual findings versus tossing out a diagnostic opinion. I have never been a fan of labels and have often told my own mentally ill patients not to take them too seriously, because it is more helpful to the people who handle the money for billing and payment purposes than a benefit to the patient. In spite of the same diagnoses, I have never met two people with exactly the same needs. I have pretty much ignored them throughout my career.
Dr, Van Noord also told me the cervical MRI exam has identified a blockage in his neck that needs further attention. She is referring him to their surgical department, and someone will be calling to arrange the appointment. She pointed out it is possible the blockage in the neck is contributing to his staggering when walking. Now THAT was good news, since I was concerned about it possibly being a sign of Parkinson's Disease.
When a doctor tells me they are referring to surgeons, I immediately have a mental picture of a half dozen smiling surgeons in white coats each holding two knives while rubbing them together and smiling. "Oh Goody ...here comes another one!" My first inclination is to run.
Okay ... my humorous husband time now. I told him that it would be interesting to find that our method (way) of dealing with (treating) the brain disorder may be a most effective treatment program, which should be shared with others going through this. The neurologist complimented us on how we are "handling" this issue during his first evaluation. Anyway, it would be a pity if there is something to what we are doing that could help others, but it is like it is our own little secret. One of the key ingredients to what we have done is related to treating the psychiatric issues that develop when you have a brain disorder of ANY type. Because of our background in mental health, we immediately reached out to our psychiatrist friends and colleagues, and Dr. Michael Lardon has been involved in treating Jerry, as well as serving as an advisor to both of us. When Jerry first started displaying some major behavior changes, it was a natural response for me to drag him into a psychiatrist's office. Many people object to using psychotropic medications for addressing inappropriate behaviors. My life has been spent working with people who have the most severe behavior problems and if not addressed, they end up in institutions. So ... call it treating symptoms or correcting behavior problems, but I am of the mind set if it works, it is better than the circumstances that result when people prevent others from having medications which can be helpful.
So ...right away, the psychiatrists addressed his "symptoms," while I began dragging him into the offices of brain specialists. Thankfully, Jerry has always been very cooperative. Anyway ...this morning when he and I were discussing this, I told him that if others would include a psychiatrist who are the experts in identifying the best medication for a given situation when people have what Jerry calls "broken brains," it can help with delaying the progression of the brain dysfunction. I reminded him of a friend from Charlotte who developed a brain disorder and tried to address it through a general practitioner with the end results being the guy totally lost it and locked his wife out of the house one day. The police had to be called, and he ended up being institutionalized in the most dramatic way. Jerry laughed and said, "If I locked you out of the house, you would throw up your hands and say "Yay!!!" and go down the road." We both shared laughter over that statement.
The bottom line to this entry is .... I have a feeling our lives will be changing very soon along with the other changes that come with fall every year. What's next? Who knows? We will just roll with the punches of life and count our daily blessings.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
SEPTEMBER 23, 2017 (SUNDAY)...
I can't believe it is 3:30 PM already. I have had a foggy brain today. Got up about 9:30 and went through the usual morning motions of taking care of the bulldogs. Believe it or not, it usually takes about 30 minutes. I don't know how Dana and Brandon handle their many animals. I couldn't even decide what to wear this morning. I considered tights but ended up in sweats and a flannel shirt. I know ...such challenging decisions.
Dinner tonight will be the prime rib bones, and my recipe is a combination of Friend Roger's choice, which includes browning the meat on the barbecue grill before putting them in the crockpot with a conglomeration of products. I also had some sweet Italian Sausages and browned them on the grill too before adding them to the crockpot. Husband got up about 11 AM, saw all of the meat on a cookie sheet and asked, "Are we having a party?" Haha. No, we are cooking the meat that was hanging out in the fridge that should be cooked today.
Jodi came up and brought as some cole slaw, which will be perfect to add to our meal tonight. She gave me a taste before putting it into our fridge, and it is delicious. Barbecued prime ribs bones with sweet Italian sausages will go quite well with coleslaw. She came back again later to see if we had any Orajel, because she has a very bad toothache. As is typical in this house, I found a brand new tube of it still in its box never having been used.
Received a notification in my email from the neurologist at Scripps, which stated there were messages on his personal medical file. Actually, it was directed to him, but he uses my email address for most important mail now. I was so impressed to find a very detailed and thorough evaluation of her first visit with Jerry. She did not leave anything out, and the evaluation was being sent from her to his primary physician at Scripps. I have been keeping an eye out for the results of the PET completed last week and of course, now the 2 MRI exams that were done Saturday.
Loving our fall weather here in San Diego....
I can't believe it is 3:30 PM already. I have had a foggy brain today. Got up about 9:30 and went through the usual morning motions of taking care of the bulldogs. Believe it or not, it usually takes about 30 minutes. I don't know how Dana and Brandon handle their many animals. I couldn't even decide what to wear this morning. I considered tights but ended up in sweats and a flannel shirt. I know ...such challenging decisions.
Dinner tonight will be the prime rib bones, and my recipe is a combination of Friend Roger's choice, which includes browning the meat on the barbecue grill before putting them in the crockpot with a conglomeration of products. I also had some sweet Italian Sausages and browned them on the grill too before adding them to the crockpot. Husband got up about 11 AM, saw all of the meat on a cookie sheet and asked, "Are we having a party?" Haha. No, we are cooking the meat that was hanging out in the fridge that should be cooked today.
Jodi came up and brought as some cole slaw, which will be perfect to add to our meal tonight. She gave me a taste before putting it into our fridge, and it is delicious. Barbecued prime ribs bones with sweet Italian sausages will go quite well with coleslaw. She came back again later to see if we had any Orajel, because she has a very bad toothache. As is typical in this house, I found a brand new tube of it still in its box never having been used.
Received a notification in my email from the neurologist at Scripps, which stated there were messages on his personal medical file. Actually, it was directed to him, but he uses my email address for most important mail now. I was so impressed to find a very detailed and thorough evaluation of her first visit with Jerry. She did not leave anything out, and the evaluation was being sent from her to his primary physician at Scripps. I have been keeping an eye out for the results of the PET completed last week and of course, now the 2 MRI exams that were done Saturday.
Loving our fall weather here in San Diego....
Friday, September 22, 2017
FOUR YEARS LATER AND YES, I'M STILL HERE...
September 22, 2017 ...
It has been four years since I made an entry in this blog. I believe this one holds my only public postings unless you have seen me hanging out on Facebook. Wow! Four years just like that. I call these times my candle burning years, but lately, it has felt more like spinning my wheels years. I started to post on FB today and then decided to make an entry in my blog, since I was writing in the 3rd person.
There is a technique used in psychology referred to as the "3rd chair." I believe women use that little trick more than men. Guys seems to never get over just saying what is running through their brains at any time. Most women analyze the possible outcomes before speaking. Occasionally if a woman wants her husband to get a message, but she isn't forthcoming enough to tell him, she will tell him another person said it. He gets the message, and she doesn't take the risk that he won't like it and be mad at her. Women seem to be born with the capability of using manipulations to achieve. If you observe children closely, you will see the little girl coming out of a situation looking quite innocent, while little boys are most often caught red handed. I see the same type of behavior traits in my English bulldogs. The male bulldog gives you eye contact and firmly defends his decision to dump the water out of your little swimming pool, while the female bulldog stands by, watches and would never choose to do that in front of you. My little French bulldog is having a terrible time right now trying to eat her own food, while sneaking the English bulldog's food without getting caught. Life can be challenging even for bulldogs.
I have decided to share my morning entry in my own blog instead of on Facebook today, because I need to focus more on my books and blogs, both public and private. It helps me to falsely believe that I do have a private life. 😊 Below is the entry in perhaps my most neglected blog.
"It was 12 noon when she sat down to have her "morning" coffee on a beautiful San Diego fall day. The English, American and French bulldog had been fed. A shipment had been dragged inside her security gate and was waiting for her husband to get up to carry it inside. A beautiful brisket had been carefully browned and placed inside the crockpot with cartelized onions and mushrooms. She poured a mixture of beef stock, Worcestershire sauce and a little Soy Sauce on top of all of it, turned it on low and let her imagination run away about how great the Texas Brisket Rub would flavor the meat.
It has been four years since I made an entry in this blog. I believe this one holds my only public postings unless you have seen me hanging out on Facebook. Wow! Four years just like that. I call these times my candle burning years, but lately, it has felt more like spinning my wheels years. I started to post on FB today and then decided to make an entry in my blog, since I was writing in the 3rd person.
There is a technique used in psychology referred to as the "3rd chair." I believe women use that little trick more than men. Guys seems to never get over just saying what is running through their brains at any time. Most women analyze the possible outcomes before speaking. Occasionally if a woman wants her husband to get a message, but she isn't forthcoming enough to tell him, she will tell him another person said it. He gets the message, and she doesn't take the risk that he won't like it and be mad at her. Women seem to be born with the capability of using manipulations to achieve. If you observe children closely, you will see the little girl coming out of a situation looking quite innocent, while little boys are most often caught red handed. I see the same type of behavior traits in my English bulldogs. The male bulldog gives you eye contact and firmly defends his decision to dump the water out of your little swimming pool, while the female bulldog stands by, watches and would never choose to do that in front of you. My little French bulldog is having a terrible time right now trying to eat her own food, while sneaking the English bulldog's food without getting caught. Life can be challenging even for bulldogs.
I have decided to share my morning entry in my own blog instead of on Facebook today, because I need to focus more on my books and blogs, both public and private. It helps me to falsely believe that I do have a private life. 😊 Below is the entry in perhaps my most neglected blog.
"It was 12 noon when she sat down to have her "morning" coffee on a beautiful San Diego fall day. The English, American and French bulldog had been fed. A shipment had been dragged inside her security gate and was waiting for her husband to get up to carry it inside. A beautiful brisket had been carefully browned and placed inside the crockpot with cartelized onions and mushrooms. She poured a mixture of beef stock, Worcestershire sauce and a little Soy Sauce on top of all of it, turned it on low and let her imagination run away about how great the Texas Brisket Rub would flavor the meat.
The woman had grown up so long ago and far away from her favorite place to be at this time in her life. Soon she will take off on another adventure. She rallies between feeling excited about it and dreading the work involved to get "there from here." Sometimes it was still hard to believe how she got "here from there." No firm decision has been made about where "there" will be, but she knows she doesn't want to need daily help from services and employees, so it must be small enough for her to maintain. She is in pursuit of privacy of this time in her life.
She has led a very exciting life and for the past 7 years has been working towards winding down from that lifestyle towards one that will allow her to focus on a couple of books she has been writing for too many years now. She holds so many memories inside of her and so many secrets. It is challenging to write about one's life while protecting the privacy of those who would not want their story told, because other people are so intertwined in our lives."
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