An unusual leaf at the zoo!
What a weekend and what a week. I haven't gotten on for awhile because I couldn't get on the internet. Sometimes I'm a little dense, but I finally remembered that if I disconnect the wires and let the DSL box reset then it works. And of course it did and now it's even faster so guess it's been bogging down for awhile.
I have also been working diligently on writing my book. It has been too long since I worked on it and so then I have to reread some of it to get back into the story. I hope to share some of it for feedback soon, but I think I have to do some legal stuff first to besure it isn't stolen. Isn't it too bad we have to worry about that in order to share? Anyway, I am determined to get it done while I am healthy enough and focused enough. It's about 2 girls growing up and sharing their trials and stories when they are grown. Some of it is tough stuff but real stuff. It's a novel but based on alot of real life happenings. I hope it will make people feel blessed and realize that we can grow through things and not let life destroy us.
Now, though, my husband is getting ready to head for the hills for a week or more and he's taking our child (Myrtle). Even though she is a little bulldog she thinks she's our kid and acts like one too. It's our fault of course, but it's fun since our kids are all grown up.
It'll be interesting to see how many fish Myrtle catches, since she will probably just jump in the beaver ponds if she sees one. Of course she is a rock and will sink, so hopefully she'll pick a shallow one for Rick (my husband) to jump into to save her.
I know from experience that the fine black silt mud at the bottom of the beaver ponds acts almost like quicksand when you get stuck and boy, the black silt just doesn't wash out well. I have ruined many tennis shoes while camping and walking across beaver dams and through beaver channels. Eventually it happens and a leap or jump or slip landed us in the muck. We had to laugh though as one or the other of us came back to camp looking like the swamp monster a few times. What fun, except for the very cold snow melt water We found ourselves in. Brrrrr..
My grandchildren at the zoo!
Like Amber said in her blog, we went to the zoo on Saturday and had a grand time. Even Evan, her 4 month old son, enjoyed the trip and really liked looking at the otters swimming around. The glass was from the floor up and we could see all through the tank as they swam around and played with each other.
My 2 1/2 yr old granddaughter visiting the otters!
Their cousins came along including our autistic granddaughter. She did very well except for her escape and our search and rescue to find her. She was heading for the exit and the car and probably decided it was time to go home. Sometimes autistic kids get something in their heads and that's all they can think of. Since she doesn't speak more than a few words here and there and mostly repeating what she is told, she just saw the door open and ran for it. The two mommys went on the search and left the other 5 kids with me. We did fine though, eating animal crackers by the handful. Anytime like that is scary of course and she's done this before. Her mom is going to get a GPS device that she can have her wear and then she'll be able to find her if it happens in a bad place. I will definitely be happy when she can get it. Anyway, it didn't take long and we were on our way again.
Me and Izaiah
Oh, and I also got to see another of my grandson's, Izaiah Lee, that I haven't seen since the day he was born. Wow, what a difference 8 long months makes. From such a little guy to one that is crawling, standing and beginning to walk already. A happy boy too and even though he didn't know me he was friendly and enjoyed the little cardboard books I gave him. It's so good to hold and play with little ones. So precious and innocent. Love it!
As an update on my stuff, I am hopefully going back to Denver next week to get this PICC line out of my arm and another Hickman line put in my chest. This line in my arm is the pitts and has been bleeding everyday since it is too close to my elbow. Also, they have been trying to get my coumadin levels up and they got it up too high. Right now I am 'slick' or 'slippery' they said. That means my blood is way too thin and I don't dare get a cut. We'll probably get it straightened out just in time to do it all over again when they change the lines next week. Oh well, guess it's worth it this time. I just hate using the Lovanex though since it is a shot in the belly. Yuck!
To end on a happy note, I am feeling pretty well otherwise and am enjoying working on my book. That will be another way I can gift myself is in writing something for my family and friends to enjoy and hopefully others too.