SHEs Organized

Love those little stories, Okay. That's what makes our village so homey. We share everything, from an exciting milestone, to deaths, to a recipe, and on and on. Just like in a RL village. I enjoyed it! Glad LO inherited all those legos. Good luck sorting.

The worst example I can think of is when he called me from the other side of the house because one of his cousins posted a recipe on facebook that looked good. Sigh.

Oh yes, I know of what you speak, Harriet. Many the time dh has brought his k indle to show me a video or a note on FB. And I will think "I dropped what I was doing for this?" But -have to love him!

After this bin of paperwork has stared at me for the past few months, I finally finished sorting, filing, purging, tossing, etc. The medical file for last year is inches thick however. I will probably go through and sort that by facility, etc. and put it all in a folder to be tossed in a year or so. At least I can access it if needed. (probably not). I have a 'travel file' and everything was fitting in there but all the medical stuff. Decided to just keep it in a separate folder and start putting 2014 stuff in the travel file..

Just heard the Blue Angels flying over. Must have their show. Shoot fire! I was going to drive over to L akeside V illage and watch. Got engrossed in what I was doing -not a bad thing.

Echoing Harriet's sentiments about men-folk calling us to see, hear, listen to something they find of interest. I often have dh asking me about something I can't place into context that comes out of left field, shall we say.

Busy day for me here. I really didn't do a good job of getting big things done this last week, altho I did think I was being fairly productive at the time.

I was up at 7 this morning to complete separate parts for the annual meeting notice - when temple secretary sent me text that she couldn't be there until noon, I kept working and basically had it put together and emailed before we got there. We spent about 1.5 hours polishing it and inserting current photos and sent it for proofing. I will also proof again this evening, she will print tomorrow afternoon, and I will assist in folding and mailing on Tuesday.

I came home and read the paper, napped about an hour, and now am starting the next round of procrastinated upon temple biz - making phone calls. Dh has gone out to bowl this afternoon while I work.

On edge here after a good day. Should have had a nap, I might seriously regret skipping it.

Good early service (not mine, I just did some announcements.) Great coffee hour. Quick lunch and surfing the net. Annoying board meeting. Great afternoon service and fellowship time. Love my retirement home congregation and I don't get to preach to them for 3 weeks!

Got home, and dh watched the end of the movie he started on Friday night which was interrupted by dd.

I surfed some more and finally got over the FB. My sister had posted at 10 and again at 3 that my dsil is in the hospital in ICU. She fell off a long-distance bike 2 weeks ago. She's been taking spinning lessons and signed up for a 300 mile ride in the spring so wanted to get out on the road to start training. It was her first time ever on a bike with clips and it was a major snow storm. She's hanging with a group of really over-the-top fitness people so didn't think safety and of course fell. Then did yoga and her kick boxing workout after.

Her wounds from the fall have never healed and are now infected. My sister has been ragging her about caring for herself (duh) and that has been spilling over onto FB. My dsil complained about being in the dog house yesterday but finally the infection got too much for her to fight off and my sister was able to get her to a doctor (how, I don't know, since she doesn't drive.) This new round of antibiotics (which implies she has been to a doctor before) made her ill and hence the trip to the ER and now into the ICU.

Her blood pressure is so low, they have a stent in her jugular to pump in drugs. They have no idea what is wrong but are now thinking it is some sort of infectious disease.

So I await an update from my sister. I called and left a message on her cell (in Canada cell phones have to be off in hospitals.) I've offered to go down if she wants me to which will mean I'll need to arrange another car for dh. And pack and a load of other things. Clothes are clean and there's food, just not the food on the meal plan, but that's no big deal. It is a pretty clear week so except for the arrival of my new laptop and a number of pickups of things for freecycle. Must remember to put the wheelchair in the car if I take off in a hurry - it might come in handy.

My sister reports that dsil in sitting up now. She has written a poem asking the nurses to let her go home. And was writing a lesson plan when my sister arrived back from dinner.

Yesterday one of her friends responding, to her post about starting more antibiotics, asked if she'd be on the long-distance practice ride today. (At that point, her FB status also showed the 101 fever.) Today, one of them, when informed she was trying to escape the hospital was cheering her on. People don't get it - she is so single-mindedly driven to extreme exercise and diet that cheering her on is like offering an alcoholic another beer.

Since losing the excess weight (and she lost more than dd weighs), she has not been well or happy at all. Nor does she look well. Perhaps she would have had numerous undiagnosed issues if she hadn't lost the weight but I wonder. I seriously miss her smile - she used to smile all the time and now she doesn't (I stayed there for two nights and didn't see a smile at all, although, then again I barely saw her since she was up at 4, off to gym, home for breakfast, then more gym and out for the day, finishing up with more gym before dinner (specially cooked meals for her), then bed and repeat. Once she went back to work after her sabbatical (which is when she lost the weight), there was less gym but she still managed to take up kick boxing and spinning.

She has something wrong with her but they don't know what. The symptoms, though, meant they had to repeatedly put off her excess skin removal surgery. That did get done over the summer though and she took a whole 2 weeks off active gym work although she took up hot yoga around then. She is a slave to her schedule which means they don't go away any more because that would take her away from the gym. They do go out on occasion but not as often as before. They don't even go to the same church services any more (conflict with her exercise classes.)

It is a real shame. My sister started dieting at the same time but skipped the gym because she wasn't able to keep up and wasn't interested in spending the money. She did start to walk more and lost over 30% of her body weight. That solved numerous health issues my sister had, and suddenly she was interested in travel and doing things. But by then dsil was addicted and the downward spiral began.

Goodness knows what will come of all this. At this point it is addiction and those of you with family members who have suffered addiction know how frustrating it is to watch.

In my case, I'm one-degree removed since I don't see my dsil regularly (actual at all) any more. So I'm only seeing what my sister lets me see. The changes in her are tough to watch as she is behaving as if she is psychologically abused. She is certainly trapped in the relationship for now, even more so now that my dsil is in the hospital.

Hello, all! I continue to be entertained by everyone here. Forgive me for not jumping into the conversation anymore, but I must respond to Harriet's question! If it's fresher than Bost, it's still in the OVEN!! I grew up watching Arthur Smith and the Crackerjacks each week on tv. I remember Little Wayne Hass, Maggie somebody, Tommy Faile, and a brother and sister duo called The Schulers (Dick and Jackie). Maybe Maggie's last name was Griffin, not sure...

Best wishes to you all.