Surprise!

Good afternoon!  It is a sunny 80 degrees on the porch with blue skies and white fluffy clouds.

When Brandy and I took a walk out front today I stopped to pick up some branches that the storms had knocked down and took them to the side of the drive.  I will drag them to the burn pile later.  While we were out I spotted this.

The first what I call Tiger Lily in the berm.

The first what I call Tiger Lily in the berm.

I know there are more out under some trees in the side yard but I need to cut down the bushes that have grown up around them.

I met with my children yesterday to let them know what I plan to do now with Jay gone.  It will take some time but we have a tentative plan to accomplish my goal.  I also explained the financial situation to them, not asking for money, but to make them aware I will need their help because I won’t be able to afford hiring it done.  Then we had a little lunch and reminisce a bit.

Speaking of lunch–I had made oven-fried chicken (12 pieces) and a chocolate cake with blue frosting and sprinkles.  As I was frosting the cake I heard a loud crack.  One of the glass baking dishes broke and glass and grease was very where.  I managed to take the other dish out of the oven and placed the contents on paper towels.  I took that dish turned it upside down over the dishwasher door and hear clink (it had glass in it too).   So the next step was to pitch all the chicken and glass into the wastebasket.  I continued to frost the cake but it didn’t seem right either.

On the way down to Wes’ house for the meeting I picked up KFC.  When it came time for the cake after lunch I found it dried out and burned on the bottom so that was dumped out too at Wes and Deb’s house.

Today I check the oven with a thermometer and found that the oven heats to 50 degrees higher than it is set for.  Duh! no wonder I had failures.  I don’t know if Avery can fix it until I get a hold of him–I left word.  In the meantime the the stove top burners work fine.

Life is just full of surprises!

Take care everyone!

 

Triggers

Sometimes little things trigger a thought or a memory that has been forgotten.

This morning this was one of them.

Molly's toys

Molly’s toys

She had pulled them off the shelf in the dining room and tangled them together which happens a lot.  But this morning as I worked on untangling them a thought came to mind.  A man who loved working on knots and tangles but I couldn’t bring him to mind.  I can remember him smiling as he work to fix them but I can’t remember who he was.

Later I started some eggs for Brandy and me for breakfast.

Another trigger

Another trigger

As I placed the egg timer in the pan Jay’s voice said don’t do that you’ll make them rubbery.  I told you to start with the eggs in cold water, then when they boil turn off the heat, and let them set for 12 minutes.  Mentally I said sorry honey but I do it this way.

Later as I took the clean dishes from the dishwasher I came across this.

A smaller cup

A smaller cup

It was from the first good set of dishes we had bought many years ago.  The pattern was Windsong and it was no longer available when we had to replace the set.  This little cup has spent several years in the fridge holding two bottles of Jay’s insulin.

Well this was my next project was this.

Thank you messages

Thank you messages

Well I was half way through them when I decided that was all I would do today.  I needed a break to regroup my thoughts.  I’ll work on them again tomorrow.

But the thing that  brought tears today came in the mail.  It was a card from a pre-op nurse at St. Mary’s where Jay past away.  Inside it said, ” I enjoyed sharing the stories of jam making while caring for Albert at St. Mary’s Hospital.  Take care”

So many of you have been so kind and caring I’m humbled.

Not Flowers But—

—badly needed.

Now I can cook!

Now I can cook!

The Monday morning before Jay went to the hospital (Tuesday) with his arm my stove quit.  All plans to can that day were cancelled and every thing was moved back to the basement.  To make a long story short yesterday Shane Majesky ( my old clowning partner), her son Avery, and Shane’s friend delivered this stove to my kitchen.  It is used but it is duel fuel and has many of the features my old one had.  Avery hooked it up and now I’m all set again. They loaded my old one and took it away.  She said it was to take the place of flowers bless her heart. Thank you much my friends.

Yesterday a severe storm hit my area, as well as a lot of the state.

Hail on the deck.

Hail on the deck.

Extremely  high winds, hail, and rain hit a little after 5 pm however I lost no power and suffered minor damage.

A few branches down in the driveway and in the yard.

A few branches down in the driveway and in the yard.

the Storm Shirt

the Storm Shirt

Of course Brandy had her Storm Shirt on and although she still panic a bit it did help her get through everything.

The stove they came from Lansing, Mi. and they dodge storms all the way here.  The stove had a little rain on it but it didn’t hurt it.  ( I call that friendship with a capital F.)

Cindy is due up here after 3 pm today to help arrange the acknowledgements for all the care and kindness that everyone has shown.  She is also going to try to beat my A** at rummy!

Please have a good week and take a moment to tell the people around you how precious they are to you.  I have learned  that lesson and will try to remember it.

Priorities

Funny how the mind works.  There are Sunday chores to do.  I will do them before the day is done.  There are thanks to get ready.  I want them to reflect how wonderful everyone has been to me during this time.  So I procrastinate trying to find the right words.  I have to do the list thing–who is left to call, what is needed in the food department, pack up the medical equipment, gather the medications to try and find someone to use them.

But what do I find myself doing?  I sat in the kitchen, pulled the half empty bottles out of the fridge, dumped them, pulled off the labels, and put them in the dishwasher so that the canning jars could go to the basement and the others out for recycling tomorrow. Where are my priorities?

I know it is busy work to keep the mind off the loss but you would think I could find more productive things to do.  But what ever it takes I’ll do it  I just have to remember my family is suffering too.

Definition

Gifts Of Caring

Gifts Of Caring

The definition of funeral  is the ceremonies for a dead person prior to burial or cremation.  It is a cold, factual statement but it isn’t what happen at the service for Jay, my departed hubby.

No., in fact it was a loving, caring gathering of family, friends, and many of the people who have touched our life recently and some who were there before Jay and I married.

People like the Your Ride Drivers who took Jay to Dialysis.  Neighbors from here in our town now, back in the Lake Orion days, and even from Pontiac, Mi.  My Fix it man Bud, my son Les’  coworker, my dear friends Pam (for over 45 years) and her husband Earl, my psuedo daughter Darlene and her husband Michael, and so many more I could name.

Yes it was a celebration of the years we all shared.  It was a time to see even grandchildren of our friends and family.  The visitation time past quickly and I wanted a little more time to spend with everyone. But time, like life, passes quickly and the next moment is here to live.  Let me take this moment to thank everyone for their output of caring and love.  You have made a difficult time of life a little easier to get through.

Jenkins Waggoner Axsom Families

Jenkins Waggoner Axsom Families

 

R I P

Jay Axsom

Jay Axsom

Witty oh yes.  A trivia buff (don’t ask what time is it because he would tell you how to build a clock!).  He was an avid reader– had to have his 50,000 words a day!  He was caring and loving to family and friends and never met a stranger in his life. He made great jam to give away.

But this all ended this morning a 2:20 am.  He won’t worry about where we are because he can’t see us clearly.  He won’t have to worry if the meat is tender enough to chew.  Nor will he have to spend four hours in a chair three days a week with with a machine cleaning his blood.

No that is all behind him now and it is all for the better.  We will miss him terribly but we will remember all the happiness he brought us.  Rest In Peace Sweetheart.

What They Said!

The Axsom Jenkins Wedding Party

The Axsom Jenkins Wedding Party

Left to right: Mabel Miller (my grandmother seated),  Pamela Luttenberger (dear friend), Peggy Waggoner Lake ( my sister-in-law), myself, Albert J. Axsom ( husband to be Jay), Lesley Troy Jenkins ( my youngest son), Daniel Waggoner (my brother), Wesley Roy Jenkins (my oldest son) and down front Cindy Catherine Jenkins (now Axsom, my daughter). Officiating was Mr. Anthony Dobry ( Peggy’s father).

40 years have past since that day.  40 years of some very good times and some  bad times but still worth living every moment. Albert J. Axsom married not only Mary B. Jenkins but also Wesley Roy, Lesley Troy, and Cindy Catherine Jenkins.  It was indeed a big step for us all.   Today I wish my husband a very Happy Anniversary and hopefully a few more!!                          What they said was wrong it did last!

Outside today

Outside today

 

Three Days Have Past!

Where to start!

Monday morning I put Jay on the van to dialysis.  About two hours later he was back home.  His arm had clotted up and we needed to be in Livonia at St Mary’s on Tuesday morning. More on this later.

On Monday I had gotten up early and set up my kitchen  to can red currants.  Mike & Shirley ( friends) had brought over a sack of them on Sunday afternoon.   Well after Jay heated water for oatmeal that morning I noticed smoke coming out of the holes where the control knobs are.  Then the igniter started clicking but there were no burners turned on.  I tried turning on some of the burners and a blue arc & flash came out to the holes.  O K that was enough for me.  This is a duel fuel stove so there is gas and electricity involved.  So I called 911 and my friendly fire department responded. They did some checking, disconnected both the power and gas, and pulled the stove out from the wall.

What is there when an appliance isn't moved frequently.

What is there when an appliance isn’t moved frequently.

They asked me if I wanted it pushed back in and I answered no so they moved it outside for me.

Next thing on the menu was to clean up the mess which I did.

Much better now!

Much better now!

The stove is out here.

Looks good for 13 years old too bad it died.

Looks good for 13 years old too bad it died.

Now it is still sitting out side three days later. The hole where it was it still empty because I haven’y been able to arrange ordering a new one.  Why?  Well that is the other part of my three days.

On Tuesday I took Jay to the hospital ( roughly 84 miles away) arriving at 9:30 am.  The surgery was done, the clot cleared in his dialysis arm,  and we were on our way home.  It was too late to arrange financing for the stove so I was going to call Wednesday morning.

On Wednesday I called and left a message but DaVita called and said Jay’s arm was clotted again.  Over to pick him up, back down the 84 miles, and into the hospital again.  After waiting the afternoon I found out he was going to be staying the night and possibly a couple of days.  So it was back home again and try to get things caught up there.

Now I have the currants in the freezer, the canning stuff put away, but I still have an empty hole where the stove should be.  I’m going to call about financing, try to locate a stove, and check on Jay’s progress this morning.

Have a great day everyone!!

6:30 What????

6:30 am Sunday no reason to be awake except for this constant patting on my bed.  Plus a small voice saying some thing like come on girl, up Brandy, or something like that.  What the Sh** is going on I wondered blearily.  To make a long story short when Brandy is in her Storm Shirt she can’t get up on the bed.  So here I am sitting up mentally cussing every thing worth cussing at.  Off to the bathroom,do my duty, and decide I’m not crawling back into that wonderful bed because for one thing Brandy needs her shirt off.  That done I found my slippers headed to the kitchen, fed/watered Molly, took Brandy outside, started the coffee, and proceeded to assemble the ingredients for Oatmeal Cinnamon Pancakes.  Jay has problems reading the recipe so it is easier just to gather, measure, and place everything in bowls for him to combine and cook.

Ready to go!

Ready to go!

Yesterday Brandy and I watched a little bunny sitting beside the driveway checking out the grass for it’s breakfast.  When we made a movement to go outside it scampered into the brush.

Mr. mushrat also visited again yesterday.  I can always tell when it is getting close to mowing time because I get visitors from the creature world looking for lunch.

I finished Stephen King’s novel Dr. Sleep yesterday and while searching for my next read I found a five disc CD of Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy.  Read by Stephen Fry ( one of my favorite actors) I started listening to disc one yesterday.  I have a compilation of all five books on my shelf in the bedroom but for the life of me I seem to get lost in it before I get too far so the disc might be the answer to my problem.   I listened to disc two last night so I’m on my way.

My next novel to read is Stephen King’s Mr. Mercedes then I’ll have to go back to Amazon to restock my selections.  

As to the lap robe—It is still on the end of the dining room table because the instruction say to do the satin stitch areas first.  I haven’t done this stitch in years and I’m avoiding it now.  But I have to pull up my big girl panties and get her done so I hope to attempt trying it  within the next couple of days.

Well outside the day is gray, rain has stopped after falling over night, and I see blue sky peeking through now.  It could be “a lovely day in the neighborhood” as Mr. Rogers used to say–lets hope so.

Almost 9 am and time to sign off—see you later.