July 4th and The Day After


July 4th brought fireworks for people everywhere, but inside our home Al was calm the entire day. No tears, no arguing and no complaints of pain. We had family down for a cook out.

I got the day off. My kids did all the cooking and I took care of Al. The kids played at the park and rode their bikes. We listened to big boomers all evening long.

When it got dark the parents set off fireworks here at home. None of us went to the big show in town to watch them. I don’t think Al could hold his head up straight enough to even see them.

I did take Al outside once in the afternoon, and pushed him up and down the street, but he complained of flies and wanted to go back inside. He was content to be spoiled and watch Pawn Stars and his other favorites.

Today it was back to business. I woke up and got Al around. Then I filled his medicine box for the week. Called Hospice for the medications they take care of and our pharmacy for the other medications he needed.

By then it was 10am and I realized I had not taken my diabetic medicine so I took that. I then went about cleaning both bathrooms , sweeping the house, and mopping the tiles. The house was full of flies from everyone running in and out so I killed like I think a zillion of them today. I cleaned the cat box and fed the cat.

By then I had about a half an hour before I was to meet for a business meeting. I had never eaten breakfast so I got around and left for the meeting grabbing something to eat along the way.

I had planned to go to the grocery store to stalk pile for the weekend so I don’t have to take Al out, but that meeting lasted four hours. I was shocked. I had forty-five minutes to spare before Al came home. I hurried and stopped at the Dollar General store and picked up what I needed and scurried home.

After putting them a way I just wanted to lay down and kick my sore feet up but it was time to go outside and meet the bus. He arrives home at 5:50pm but he didn’t get here. 5:10 no Al. I was getting worried then I saw the bus.

It was coming a different way than it usually does but oh well, no big deal right? Well wrong, the bus passed our street. What the ??? The bus continues down the wrong road. I can see it turning down another wrong road.

Finally it comes back around and I have now went down to the end of the street flagging my hands in the air saying, “Over here, over here you dumb bus driver“. He must have heard me because he went down the wrong road again. He repeated these wrong turns three times.

I had had it. I screamed at the top of my lungs and flung my arms like a freaking lunatic. Gee, I hope my shirt didn’t pop up too high and show any womanly parts. I just thought of that. Oh well, if I did, it is over now. Dear God, forgive me for being an idiot today. Amen.

Oh my gosh, he finally saw me. He comes flying down the road and didn’t stop or even slow down over the speed bump. No wonder Al complains of back pain from the ride on the bus.

He gets to our house and gets out and I realize it is a sub driver. He is old, I mean white-haired and wrinkly. Should he still be having a license to drive?

When he looks at me he starts winking. What? Isn’t he a little old to be winking at a young pretty thing like me? lol  Oh wait, he isn’t winking, his eye are twitching. Oh well, I got a high for a few minutes thinking I was one hot babe to the old folks.

He explains he got lost, and I am thinking, ya, I noticed. He pats me on the shoulder and laughs and then gets Al out of the bus. I transfer Al to the front seat of the car and am putting the folded wheelchair in the trunk.

I am grunting and groaning from the weight of it when I suddenly hear someone asking me,” Is that pretty heavy?”

I turn around and it is the bus driver. He isn’t helping me at all so I just sort of snickered and took a deep breath, and turning green like the Hulk, I thrust that big old wheelchair in the trunk like it was a bag of cotton.

I flipped the trunk shut and dusting my hands off I turned to the driver and said, “Nope, not at all, it’s a piece of cake.” He smiles and gets back in his bus. I start the car and take Al to a drive in to eat supper and then downtown to a car show.

It was my first time out with him by myself and it wasn’t easy. He choked several time on french fries, so I had to take those a way from him. He finished his sandwich and then struggled with the straw of his drink. I then had to change his brief and when we got to the bathrooms I wondered, which one do I take him into, ladies or mens?

I knocked very firm on the mens door and heard no one so I managed to get the door open and Al inside without any damage. I hurried and changed him and we then got in the car. I took him on to the car show.

He was so excited over this old antique car. He smiled big and I could barely make out what he was saying. I have to add here that for some reason Al’s voice is so much softer today. He has this big red rash around his face. I don’t know what it is from and it goes around his neck. His finger nails weren’t gray like they usually are, they were more of a purple color.

I tried my best to ignore what I was seeing and instead looked a head to see who was hovering around this old car Al loved. I saw an older couple sitting near by, so I locked Al’s breaks and walked over to the people. I asked them if they were the owners of the car and they said yes. I asked, ” Could you do me a big favor? My brother is very ill and doesn’t smile too often but seeing your car he is smiling so big. Could you introduce yourself to him as the owner of this fabulous car?”

They didn’t even blink an eye or hesitate. They were up and over and spent about ten minutes talking to Al all about the car. Al was in heaven, I swear. It was like having a wish from the Wish Foundation granted. He was on cloud nine.

I thanked the couple and then Al and I left. After I got him home he was so sickly looking that I washed him up and changed his brief. I placed him in his lift chair and turned his favorite station on, but with in a few minutes he was asleep. I am so glad I took him. It hurt me physically with the lifting of his chair but it was worth that huge smile. Thank-you God for the little things in life.

Here are some photos of last night at my house with my family.

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Daily Prompt; Trains, Planes, and Automobiles


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You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, or car? (Or something else entirely — bike? Hot air balloon?)

 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRAVEL.

Well I have traveled by car, train, bus and plane. Although planes are quick, for me the going up into the air, the air pockets and ears popping are my least favorite way to travel. airplane-13368 Cars are a nice way to travel. I would love to have a nice sports car that I can roll the top down and put it on cruise, take a nap and when I wake I can see the open land, and hopefully not crash. I can stop and eat when I want, take a cooler of food with me, and go potty when I wish.World's-Most-Expensive-Sports-Cars-Will-Released-In-September

I took a bus trip and was on it for a few days to get to my destination. Talk about all types of people. Old people, young people, screaming kids, whiny kids. And, no one told that the cherry smelling stainless steel toilet would put a hot ring around my poor butt, because it was summer and very hot. I don’t think I would ever take the bus again.toilet.03

Now the train brings back some warm memories for me. I took a very long train ride to get where I was going. As soon as we got seated a good-looking guy came up to me and ask if he could join me.

I took one look at him and said yes. From that minute on we were pals. It was like we had known each other all our lives. We talked about everything under the sun. We walked the train and ate together in the dining car. We kept each other company. We really clicked, almost too good.

I enjoyed the rocking noise of the train hitting the track. It has this soothing noise for me and helps me to super relax. Yes, I enjoy a good train ride. So I guess if I want to meet cool guys, see the scenery and have a great time, I will go by train.train

 

Another Rock In The Road, Prayers Needed


I wonder what life would be like if I was not a believer in Christ. Would that red-horned creature leave me alone? Would I be able to do what ever I pleased in life with no consequences, or maybe no conscience?

Just when I think I am climbing the mountain and I see the top not too far off, I stumble over a rock again and come tumbling down.

Each time though there is a branch hanging over a cliff and I am able to precisely curve my body over and catch it, hanging on for dear life and calling out to God.branch

I have everything running smooth. I have done all I have been asked to do. I even bought the groceries for Al today. I am so proud that I finally got this task done and forgot nothing.

I received a phone call from the waiver people asking me to call the bus company to arrange for Al to be picked up and brought home.

The first response on their side was pretty much negative. No time, no extra spaces. As we talked longer and longer she and I clicked.

In the end she ended up telling me she would make a phone call to the lady working from the day program and see what hours were available and she said she would make something work out.

I knew that there was a chance that Al may not actually go in at 8:30 am as there are many wheel chair riders and not enough  buses. It goes on and on. I have to remember that this is a big company.

Then the bomb fell. She told me that the community I live in is a place they are not welcome to bring the buses back into. She said the owner is something else and that  he is mean and rough and I have to agree. I can remember back to last summer when we had the wheel chair ramp built for Al. The owner stopped by and told me I had to tear it down immediately.

Now I knew that I wasn’t going  down  without a fight. He and I argued, he threatened to kick me out that night. I knew he could not legally do this over night but I just really didn’t need the hassle from him.

I understand that he is mad at the world. His wife was placed in a nursing home last winter and he has been mean and an ugly monster ever since.ugly-hamsters2 He will come by and practically measure my grass that grows around the bottom of the ramp.

Oh don’t get me wrong. He isn’t just picking on me, he picks on who ever is near him on any day. I just get tired of the fight.

Now this is where I asked the question in the beginning. Is God constantly testing me to see what direction I will take? If I didn’t believe in God would I be faced with all these challenges? I will not turn my back on God no matter what, or I should say I hope I never do.

I will fight this battle  for the life of my brother. I know that I can not get him in the car and down to the main gate every single morning alone. I need that bus. It will make it easier and safer for Al to go straight down the ramp onto the bus ramp.

I have called the owner’s assistant manager and I am waiting for him to stop by. He is out here in the neighborhood. I have a little more faith in him than the owner. At least he smiles. But on the other hand he will have to run it pass the owner.

I need a written letter giving permission for the bus to stop here at the house. What I really need is tons of prayers to turn this monster into a prince and say yes. Can you help me by sending lots of prayers?prince