Thursday, October 29, 2015

Annual Fall Poem (A Kathi Post)

My dad used to recite this annual Fall poem for us each year when we were kids old enough to think it was just nasty enough to be funny. He has been gone for a bunch of years, but I still think of it at least once each year when the weather is cool and the leaves are falling. I am very glad that I can still hear his voice in my head when I think of it.

"When the weather is hot and sticky
that's no time to dunk your dickie.
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
THAT'S the time for dickie dunkin.'"

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

A vintage message, still relevant

A friend shared this with us this week, and I thought you might like it, also. Enjoy.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Quotes of the Week: 10/19/2015

"A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself."
--Josh Billings

"Of all the things I miss from veterinary practice, puppy breath is one of the most fond memories!"
--Dr. Tom Cat

"Whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot about puppies."
--Gene Hill

Tuesday, October 13, 2015


As of Monday night, Kathi will be starting her fourth round of heparin shots. She is also still taking the blood thinner Warfarin. She may end up taking this for the rest of her life. Her poor belly is nothing but a massive bruise.

She still has some swelling in her leg and foot. And, she still keeps it elevated. She will be off work for at least another two weeks. Me, I'm hanging in there. A little bit more stressed. And, of course, worried. As long as I can put a smile on her face during the day, I feel like I'm helping her feel better. I'm starting to go through all the different things I know how to cook. There are a lot of things I can cook, but she won't eat it if I fix it.

I mean, how could you turn down some fresh fried liver with onions, green beans, corn bread with honey and butter. YUM! Or a big bowl of clam-chowder. Anyway, she is starting to get her appetite back. I know that she is on the mend. She asked for some bacon for breakfast. BACON! BACON! So, I hope that the store stocks up. I see a couple of pounds of bacon making its way to our fridge and skillet.

I want to thank those who have sent cards, and the prayers from everyone. Please keep them coming. It was nice being able to make it to church last Sunday. Now...I wonder if I can make bacon meat balls for a spaghetti dinner?

Thanks everyone. 

Monday, October 12, 2015


"Along with success comes a reputation for wisdom."
--Euripides, Greek scholar and poet

"Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of man."
--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, German poet, playwright, novelist and statesman

"Always do what you are afraid to do."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson, American transcendentalist, philosopher,essayist

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

(Still) My Hero (A Kathi Post)

Jim has been my hero for a long time. He is extremely good to me, but he is also good to others. The older ladies at church also think the world of him, because he is kind to them, and to everyone.

While I have been home working on healing (i.e., lazing around), he has done everything around here. We usually do the grocery shopping together, so he has had to do that alone, too.

He may be unhappy that I am sharing with you what happened at the grocery story yesterday, but who else will I tell, if not you?

He went to the store yesterday for a few things, but it seemed to take him longer than usual. When he got home, I heard why.

There was a mean, rude man who was impatient with an older lady who was moving too slow for his liking. Jim was behind that guy, who was behind the lady. That man said something to her along the lines of moving her slow a** the f*** out of the way.

Jim did not like that, and he told the guy he needed to apologize to the woman. The man behind Jim agreed -- a really large, big man. The lady started to cry. The mean man stared daggers at Jim and told Jim he'd have to make him. Jim took off his vest and said he would. The guy behind Jim said he'd help, too. The guy finally took them seriously, and spat out a "sorry." Jim said his apology needed to be more sincere and a complete sentence. He finally did, then left his cart and stormed out of the store.

The store manager, who had made his way over, said that guy has caused problems in the store before. Jim and his back-up suggested that he not be allowed back in the store since it is clear he cannot play well with others. 

At checkout, the same lady was short in paying her bill, so Jim slid her a $20. He is still my knight in shining armor. 

Anyway, I would have told the dramatic, movie version, but Jim would get embarrassed and make me remove it once he sees it, so I tried to keep it basic. 

Monday, October 5, 2015


"A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all other virtues."
--Cicero, Roman orator

"However beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results."
--Winston Churchill, British prime minister

"Nothing is impossible. Some things are just less likely than others."
--Jonathan Winters, Comedian, author and artist

"If  a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk?"
--Dr. Laurence J. Peter, Canadian educator

Friday, October 2, 2015


Well, it has been a while since the last post. Thursday, took Kathi in for some more blood tests. She says she is feeling like a pin cushion. She is on blood thinners, and finishing up the heparin shots. I'm doing what I can to help her out and be more comfortable. The recliner is now the seat of choice for her. Her leg with the clot is now turning nice shades of green, yellow, and the neatest coloring of a bluish purplish color.

She will be going in for a CT scan here in the next several days. And then... The colonoscopy and endoscopy. I hope that they now have the skinny fiber optic scope thing, instead of that telephone pole optic scope thing they used on me. I mean, talk about feeling violated. The doctor didn't even give me flowers or take me to dinner.

On to other things. I fixed a nice roast with potatoes and carrots, onion, celery (drool) and some spices. Put it all in our Dutch-oven, and after several hours we had a FEED YOUR FACE meal. Leftovers were made into sandwiches with veggies on the side. After a few days of that, I took what was left, chopped up the rest of the roast and the potatoes and threw it all in a skillet with a can of beans and a half a can of corn. Yum! We had leftovers from that also. Made for a good lunch or two. (And a chorus of whistle britches at night.)

After all of this is done with, I get the joy of going back to help my friend finish with his basement and sump pump. So it has been kind of nice not having to go to his house every day. Course, it will be even better when he pays me for the work.