tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755955011773977392024-03-13T02:44:25.069-05:00MrE's History EmporiumThe blog of MrE and his years as a middle school Louisiana/U.S./ World history, reading, art, journalism teacher and now in his 10th year of 'FORCED' retirement - which I hate. But I have tried to keep myself busy by working tirelessly on my TPT store and blogging here between all my medically issues AND my FIVE fur-baby rescues.latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.comBlogger428125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-50720673884909754942019-09-07T07:41:00.001-05:002019-09-07T07:44:10.503-05:00Ten things I am thankful for today<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">It does not take a lot of time to tell you what I am thankful for - not today or this week or....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>1.</b> I am happy because my wound care doctor released me last Friday. I 'graduated' in a sense. It has been a long 8 month ordeal between surgery, hospital stay, home health, doctor's appointments, etc.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>2.</b> My wife who has taken care of me, watched over me, kept me in line - I love you Jean!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>3.</b> My fur baby children - four cats and one dog.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>4.</b> My granddaughter,</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> if though she won't admit it - loves me, and my two grandsons that won't talk to their mom but will talk to us.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>5.</b> My church which has meant so much to me/us for 48+ years.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>6.</b> Taking less meds that ten years ago.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>7.</b> Dr. Chung a</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">nd my gastric bypass surgery.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>8.</b> My weight loss dropping from 450+ to 200 now.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>9.</b> My doctors currently who helped bring me through my recent problems, from surgery to wound care to my quarterly check ups.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>10.</b> To this and previous blogs and web-pages.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-51983608127928019452019-07-09T16:52:00.001-05:002019-07-09T16:52:13.803-05:00Trivia during six months of.....<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It seems like there were lots of trivial things that were said or done during my six moths of medical rehab/hospital stay. Strange as it sounds this one was the strangest...I had one guy say that when he found out about my heel wound, just suggested that I just cut off the foot because he did. I told him NO God has better plans for me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Former students who are now nurses had to wipe my butt, change my diaper, help me change clothes etc. But they all said that they would do it again just knowing how much I did for them over the years.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I fell once in the bathroom at the hospital. The nurse who was suppose to just outside the door had gone to the next room to answer another patience question.I did not hurt myself as I just dropped a package of wipes and bent over to get them and fell back and landed in the trashcan. Everyone seem to come running but I told them I was OK, I just could not get up. The nurse had to wipe my butt, the OT guy had to pull me up, the PT had to help me to the wheelchair - all the while <i>I was more embarrassed than anything</i>. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There were times during the night I would just try to sleep in a wet diaper instead of calling the nurses back again. But I just had incontinence and could not control myself.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I had a Catholic parishioner who came every morning about 6am to give me the host, say a prayer and talk to me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I also had nurses who came every night, two or three time to check my BP, check on me, give me pills, waking me up, not letting me sleep well.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I had a home health nurse who was fantastic and she spent "<i>way too much time</i>" with me doing everything in her power before they finally sent me to the <b>Wound Care Center</b>. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My wife has helped me take a shower numerous times during my rehab which is cool but not cool. I have about a week left before I think I can take a shower by myself.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span></span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-40528855440249567342019-07-06T10:48:00.000-05:002019-07-06T10:49:25.357-05:00No doctors?????????<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It has been six months - over six months now - and we get a full week without having to see a doctor. WOW ! What an exciting time. My <b>BS</b>, <b>BP</b>, and <b>weight</b> are all great but have been getting better since my last personal doctor's quarterly visit.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The <b>Wound Care Center</b> doctor is planning a visit with the AFO, leg brace nurse to replace my OLD one from when I had my mini-stroke years ago which left me with a "drop foot" on my left side - which is where the heel wound is.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">For six months I did not have to deal with the drop foot because they wrapped my leg with</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Coban Non-Sterile Self-Adherent Wrap, but now they no longer wrap it and I'm in a regular shoe I might need it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I got up early this morning, did my excel sheet for my own doctor, read the paper (online), checked emails, ate my breakfast of yogurt and started washing some of my clothes then working on this blog. Later, I have to work on a couple of my <span style="color: #274e13;"><b>TPT</b></span> lesson ideas. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span></span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-90000503841502828182019-07-05T19:33:00.002-05:002019-07-05T19:40:22.115-05:00January 24 to July 5, 2019<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Coming home from seemed almost surreal after in in the hospital for nearly a full month. I know we talked about all my upcoming appointments, my life changes, my weigh loss and what really happened to me. I had Christmas presents that had not been used, clothes that needed to be washed and pets that I have not seen "in forever" it seemed.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">My wife and I stayed up late just talking before I finally wore out. We talked about me just riding with her as she made several stops. I was just chaperoned around as she made nearly half dozen to a dozen stops. I just enjoyed being out for a change. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">When we got home that evening, I took my shoes off there my wife smelled an odor, As she helped me take my sock off she noticed it was wet and smelled. The bed sore on my left heel had burst. I did not feel a thing but it was nasty.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I could barely walk. My wife called one of our nurse family members and told them what she treated it with and they agreed that she did everything right. We had a home health nurse coming the next day and they could treat it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The next day, home health said it was treated right and was probably just going to burst anyway - home or hospital. The nurse treated it and wrapped it and said she would return day after tomorrow.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">She return when she said she would and a <b>PT</b>/<b>OT</b> nurse also came that day to help get me started on home training. They both worked me over but the </span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>PT</b>/<b>OT</b> was really tough since I was still week from a month in the hospital. Over the next 3-4 weeks they did what they thought I needed before suggesting I go to the <b>Wound Care Center</b> of the hospital.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">During all this time I also had doctor's appointments almost every week plus my own personal doctor. They all wanted to check my heel, my hernia incision and my kidneys plus my physical health. It got tiring to say the least.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, the </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wound Care Center </b>put me on a hydrotherapy machine</span></span></span></span> for several weeks which did help my heel wound. after that they tried a V.A.C. system on my heel which work really well but it was awkward to wear around 24 hours a day for weeks on end. It got old after a couple of months.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then, they released me from that and cut my </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wound Care Center </b>visits to only a couple of times a week then that got narrowed to only once a week. All this mixed around other doctor visits. One for my scalp (a dermatologist). a kidney doctor and others. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, I was "released" from each of them because they said everything was looking good and my weight kept dropping - now down to 190. I kept having to order other pants because those kept changing too - now down to a 36x30 - which looks good.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">It has been six moths since all this started and I had another </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wound Care Center </b>visit and everything looked good. My heel wound , as the doctor said <i>"Looks really good, looks like it has completely healed up with only a very small scab. I'll see you in TWO weeks for a routine follow up. Don't wrap it and you can wear a normal shoe now. We will schedule a visit so that they can make a new AFO for you. Any questions?"</i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">July 5, 2019 just became my favorite day. </span></span> </span></span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-79634165122698491772019-07-04T18:41:00.005-05:002019-07-05T19:37:30.400-05:00From December 28, 2018 to...<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A little more than six months has gone by since I went to the emergency room with what I though was a stomach ache. My wife later told me the whole story since I don't remember any of it. I do remember the </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">emergency room, being taken back to a room an made to lay on a bed and wait and wait and wait. Finally a doctor came it a poked my abdomen near where I said the pain was. He then walked out saying he was going to get a second opinion. A nurse came in and gave me a shot then she too walked out. All the w<span style="color: #444444;">hile I</span> <span style="color: #666666;">chatted w</span><span style="color: #999999;">ith m</span><span style="color: #cccccc;">y wife and<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;">.....</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Next thing I remember was waking up in the recovery room and sort of wondering where I was, what happened, and then I blacked out again....</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When I came to I was in a room, I was visiting with my wife and a nurse and they were about to wheel me to my room which turned out to be a 'football field' length away. Hen they got me there the nurse asked me one question. "Where was I at?" She had covered her name tag so she wanted to know what I might know. I gave her the name of a local hospital, then she moved her hand and told me I was in the same local hospital I came into the </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">emergency room the other night. "The other night?" That's when my wife began to tell what had happen the previous week. "<b>A WEEK?</b>"</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">First, my own doctor, did a hernia surgery on my that </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">emergency room night. Then he had to go back in to stop the bleeding the next day. My wife said they almost lost me that day. The nurses and doctors were all worried. But my doctor packed the wound and stopped the bleeding. The next day he had to go back in take the packing out and check the bleeding, <i>("I have a incision scar from 'stem to stern' to prove it.") </i>After that, I was in ICU for nearly a week before being moved to a private room. None of this do I remember. My wife said I was talking to daughter and her husband just fine and seemed to be clear headed but I don't remember any visit.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Finally, I "woke up enough" for the nurse to wheel me to my private room where she asked me that one question and I must have been dreaming about the TV commercials about that other hospital, that's all I can guess. I stayed in that room for what seems like several days before I became more clear headed.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">All of the before items took place in about a week. I had lost all track of time. It's now what I believe to be early January and OT nurses a coming in to work on rehab with me. One of my room nurse's is a former student of mine. Nurses kept coming by an asking me lots and lots of questions about OT, PT and ST and a transfer to another hospital.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I and my wife chose the hospital I used to work at years and years ago. Little did I know how long I would be there. Little did I know what would greet me there. When it was time to make the trip over the bridge to the next stop on my road to recovery, I was given an ambulance ride there. My wife followed in her car. It was a nice trip.....I guess.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was put in a double room and told they would get into a single as soon as one came available. Good enough for me I thought. He was an old former teacher who loved his "Dr. Pepper" and was not afraid to holler at the nurses <i><b>ALL</b></i> <i><b>NIGHT</b></i> long wanting one, keeping me awake most the night. Two days later they managed to get me into a private room.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My OT, PT and ST began almost as soon as I got there. <b>PT</b> about killed me at first. <b>OT</b> was not as bad but it got tougher as the days wore on, and <b>ST</b> turned out to be easiest. <b>PT</b> made me get up walk every day, first with a walker, then with a canes, then sitting up, laying down, claim stairs, getting into a car model, walking long walks around the floor, teaching me to go to the bathroom by my self, eating again - my daily routine.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>OT</b> taught me how to use my hands again with tasks like stacking stuff, getting things out of the fridge, sitting up properly, sitting down without "plopping". more daily routins that I would need later.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>ST</b> just talked to me and made me take a few simple tests, and found that my brain was still sharp and quick. one quick 20 minute session a day.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I did not eat much because I knew <i>"what goes in must come out"</i> and before <b>PT</b> taught me how to go the bathroom 'by myself' the nurses had to come clean me daily. One of my nurses there was another former student. At least she liked me and I liked her- basically 'my in-habitations went out the window'.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When <b>PT</b> finally taught me to go by myself - with a nurse standing just outside the door I was much happier. <b>OT</b> "taught" me how to take shower/bath while she looked on documenting everything - but I passed with flying colors. She also had to document me getting dressed just to see me do it all - I again passed.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">No date was given to get out of the hospital but a general date was given and I began to count my days down. Doctors came and went, checking off what they needed to see. Nurse-Practitioners came and went. They talked about my heel wound and what they had recorded, everything.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>OT</b>,<b> PT</b>,<b> ST</b> gave their reports and finally the day came when they were going to release me. I had been in the hospital for nearly a month and finally the day arrived as the head nurse came and went over EVERY page in his/my long list of notes, list of doctors, home health nurses, etc, etc, etc. Now it is wait and <span style="font-size: small;">wait and</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">wait and </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">wait and... <span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, another former student came to get me and wheel me down to the car. "I finally get to go home. Nearly a full month after I went to the emergency room." I said my good byes and thought about what I had been though and what laid ahead of me.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tomorrow: <b><i>Part Two of my Rehab</i></b> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-68415682571356222482019-07-04T14:54:00.004-05:002019-07-04T14:54:44.215-05:00Around the corner<i><span style="font-size: large;">Death is just around the corner and I see it, feel it, acknowledge it every day. Some days are really good and others not so good. I keep on plugging along knowing that the end seems to be getting closer and closer.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wake up each morning and thank God that I am getting to see the morning rays of sunshine. I feel the aches and pains as I stand up but that goes away soon, I feel my back ache but that is because I seem to sit so much due to my medical issues. I sit my chair to put on my shoes and end up leaning back and napping but that is due to the chair being old and I wake up too dang early I guess.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I do finally take the dog out each morning, then come back in a feed all out furry children, clean their litter box, do much o my morning chores etc. The TV never goes on, the outside heat is oppressive, my computer only brings bad news, the paper much the same.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I eat my dry cereal, read my book on my phone, then go back out and sit on the porch and rock my life away it seems. All before my wife gets up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This week she is teaching at HARP Camp and is gone from about 8:15an to about 7:30 pm on Monday and who knows when from there on. I just stay home, wash cloths, empty trash, take catnaps during middle of day when the cats all nap. I generally do nothing much, My sister is out of town, all the neighbors are at work and that just leaves me to 'talk' to the dog and cats.</span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-71201457173684374192018-07-13T10:36:00.003-05:002018-07-13T10:36:44.117-05:00Who I Am<div class="LKVBDc uICYRb">
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<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">If I live to be a hundred</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">And never see the seven wonders</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">That'll be alright</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">If I don't make it to the big leagues</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">If I never win a Grammy</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">I'm gonna be just fine</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">'Cause I know exactly who I am</span><br />
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<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">I am Helen's son</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">The spitting image of my father</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">And when the day is done</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">My momma was still my biggest fan</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">But I've got friends who love me</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">And they know just where I stand</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">It's all a part of me</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">And that's who I am</span></div>
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<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">So when I make big mistake</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">When I fall flat on my face</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">I know I'll be alright</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">Should my tender heart be broken</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">I will cry those teardrops knowin'</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">I will be just fine</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">'Cause nothin' changes who I am</span></div>
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<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">I am Alva's son</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">The spitting image of him</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">And when the day is done</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">My daddy was still my biggest fan</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">But I've got children who love me</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">And they know just where I stand</span><br />
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<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">It's all a part of me</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">And that's who I am</span><br />
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<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">So when they make big mistake</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">When they fall flat on their face</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">I know they'll be alright</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">Should their tender heart be broken</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">I will cry those teardrops knowin'</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">They will be just fine</span><br />
<span jsname="YS01Ge" style="font-size: large;">'Cause nothin' changes who I am</span></div>
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latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-42319427845394705232018-06-24T19:07:00.001-05:002018-06-24T19:07:04.594-05:00Our granddaughter<span style="font-size: large;">We got our granddaughter late yesterday and she spent the night and will be with us while her mom works today. Her 'real' dad is off on his mini vacation....this story to way to complicated to tell. Let's just say they are all from a very "blended" family. The only thing our granddaughter has stable in her "family" is us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have been married for 47 years while the rest of her 'family' is...well....LET'S JUST SAY, A MIXED BAG. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our son just announced his engagement to his girlfiend of 3+ years. We are excited about it and so is all the blended family.</span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-84721813102758284382018-06-20T18:22:00.000-05:002018-06-20T18:29:09.556-05:00Anniversary<span style="font-size: large;"><em>"We went out to eat a nice lunch on our anniversary, came home to watch a little TV, then went to take a shower in our large "Mexican Shower" where there was room for both of us - and a gang more - soaped each other up, scrubed each other. I soaped up her breasts, she my genitals, soaped up both our backs, washed each other from head to toe, front and back, then towel dried each other off and went to bed where we snuggled up with each other, then made passionate sex for a long time. The day went fantastic..."</em> then I <strong><span style="color: #073763;">woke</span></strong> up from dreaming to see my wife leave to go to work at kid's day at CiCi's Pizza for our son doing face painting then she had choir practice late that evening for the Bishop's mass this Sunday and she got home late about an hour before I went to bed at 10pm. My day was quiet all day long. Some anniversary.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I slept solid all night and she did her normal thing - stayed up and fell asleep in the rocking chair then when to bed after past 2am I believe. I can't <strong>TELL</strong> you when she went to bed but I believe it was after 2AM.</span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-14630015783836961912018-06-19T09:06:00.002-05:002018-06-19T09:14:46.355-05:00TEACHING my love<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">
</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt;">Teaching is
the one thing I love the most or have loved since I am in forced retirement.
After reading, listening to, and seeing what the world is coming to I hate
leaving and or going back.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt;">irst, I really miss
teaching and mentoring student teachers get ready for their turn in the pit. I
have so many very fond memories of student teachers in the past; even good
memories of the ones that turned out to be bad both in my class and in their
job.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt;">Over the years I have
more that two dozen STs and only one bad one and I still remember her fondly.
Most of my STs were female but there were a few males and several of them have
moved on up the ladder to APs or Principals. I never did nor even want to move
up. I was happy right where I was.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt;">Over the years I worked
in the 'salt mines' of teaching while others moved up. I was two classes short
of getting supervision certification but never went on to get it because I knew
it would mean might be 'tempted' to leave the classroom. So, there I
worked with all those who had future dreams of moving up.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt;">I kept on till I had
my mini stroke, a TIA -transient ischemic attack- and I had to medically
retire. But my brain still works just fine and I am still writing lessons,
working with teachers, and dreaming of subbing which I know is not going to
happen, but I can still "dream" can't I?</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt;">When I formerly
retired from a job I loved it was because my wife retired so I wanted
to retire with her - stupid mistake. Within a week I was looking for
another job and found one or it found me. A friend at the local Episcopal
school and I talked about a part time job teaching 8th grade history. I went
for an interview that afternoon and had the job when I left. The job turned out
to be a 'good' job from my perspective but after two years I was let go. No one
has ever told me why.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt;">After being released
I contacted the local charter school and go the job after just one short
interview. I knew the principal and she knew me and 'my work style and ethics'
and began my summer of prep work for teaching in the charter school.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt;">After weeks of prep
with other 'new' teachers we were told by the principal that "our
employment could be terminated before 90 days if they did not see that we were
going to fit the charter mold…no questions asked". But she also told
us that before 90 days we could leave the job… no questions asked. I did leave
before 30 days was up.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<br />latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-75205111750604142092018-06-19T07:55:00.003-05:002018-06-19T07:55:32.181-05:00Once again it is Monday...<span style="font-size: large;">Once again, it is Monday and once again I am trying to blog after a day long visit to various emails, blogs, posts, comments, etc.,etc., etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have kept our granddaughter overnight and I'm up early trying to think of anytang really substanial to blog about. I do have things to work on for <strong><span style="color: #274e13;"><a href="https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Store/Mres-History-Emporium" target="_blank">TPT</a></span></strong>, plus my wife and I have our anniversary(<span style="font-size: small;">47 years</span>) coming up tomorrow, my son and his family are leaving on vacation soon, and I have this blog to write but there is othing important to blog about....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been working on my Plotting Huricanes worksheet which got me 'somewhere' at least.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Welp, here it is. Another day and I stil did not get this blog done. It's now Tuesday, our anniversary. last night was a community band concert, a V-E-R-R-R-RY long afternoon plus a very long evening after the concert and I never got this blog done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now its going to be another ver-r-r-r-y long day while my wife work's at 'kid's day' at CiCi's facepainting then church choir practice for Sunday's mass at the catherdral for the Bishop. Did I say this was our anniversay? 47 years but who's counting....</span><br />
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latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-67899830759559205032018-06-17T13:00:00.002-05:002018-06-17T13:03:26.053-05:00Here I go again....<span style="font-size: large;">Here I go again, maybe, just maybe I can make this blog work or maybe I need to move this blog to another site so I can get more traffic. I read blogs all over the internet at various sites and they seem to get much more interest and traffic. This site tends to get nothing even though I do have few - <span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: xx-small;"><em>FEW</em></span> - followers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Currently, I am spending my time searching thru blogs looking for the best of the best and keep finging that <strong><span style="color: #e69138;">Blogger</span></strong> is up near the top - that's good - I guess.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have also found out what I aleady knew - you HAVE to have something to blog about. Something you are passion about. That may be a problem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I also want FOLLOWERS so that will make me write more and better blogs. Right now I only have 16 but they seem to be better following than commenting on. Leave me notes just so I know you were here. <strong><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">PLEASE</span></strong>.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-36322256874084139742018-06-16T08:32:00.003-05:002018-06-16T08:38:06.265-05:00Money, money, money<span style="font-size: large;">Why oh why do I have to spend money before I get to see what I am spending money on? This morning I went to a site that I was really interested in and EVERYTHING said <strong><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><em>FREE</em></span></strong> but when I got to the last click it said they needed my CC# or PayPal # and I went NOPE. I decided to walk away - for now at least.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have tried to stay with Charity Preston of the <a href="https://www.teachingblogtrafficschool.com/">Teaching Blog Traffic School</a><span style="font-size: large;"> as much as I can. She has been connecting me to many people, blogs, Facebookers as possible and I want that. Maybe she can get me connected to the right folks at the right time. Maybe she might get me to move to the right blogging platform too.</span><br />
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I have tried blogging here and at xanga for a long time but both have been more <em>"hit and miss"</em> than regular. Since I was fored to medically forced to retire it has been more miss than hit. I have tried to have someting to say on a regular basis but there are just days....well you know.<br />
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My blogs are like this one; nothing really to say except for what I am workig on TPT which right now is more Louisiana Parish matching game and cleaning up my online store at <a href="https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Store/Mres-History-Emporium">https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Store/Mres-History-Emporium</a> and just hoping people will visit.<br />
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More later after I read my emails from Charity.</span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-91232593737753649532018-05-24T21:16:00.000-05:002018-05-24T21:17:21.633-05:00Teaching or the lack of.....<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Teaching is the one thing I love the most or
have loved since I am in forced retirement. After reading, listening to, and
seeing what the world is coming to I hate leaving and or going back.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">First, I really miss teaching and mentoring
student teachers get ready for their turn in the pit. I have so many very fond
memories of student teachers in the past; even good memories of the ones that
turned out to be bad both in my class and in their job.<o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Over the years I have more that two dozen STs
and only one bad one and I still remember her fondly. Most of my STs were
female but there were a few males and several of them have moved on up the
ladder to APs or Principals. I never did nor even want to move up. I was happy
right where I was.</span>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Over the years I worked in the 'salt mines'
of teaching while others moved up. I was two classes short of getting
supervision certification but never went on to get it because I knew it would
mean might be 'tempted' to leave the classroom. So, there I worked with
all those who had future dreams of moving up.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I kept on till I had my mini stroke, a TIA
-transient ischemic attack- and I had to medically retire. But my brain still
works just fine and I am still writing lessons, working with teachers, and
dreaming of subbing which I know is not going to happen, but I can
still "dream" can't I?<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When I formerly retired from a job I
loved it was because my wife retired so I wanted to retire with her -
stupid mistake. Within a week I was looking for another job and found one or it
found me. A friend at the local Episcopal school and I talked about a part time
job teaching 8th grade history. I went for an interview that afternoon and had
the job when I left. The job turned out to be a 'good' job from my perspective
but after two years I was let go. No one has ever told me why.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After being released I contacted the local
charter school and go the job after just one short interview. I knew the principal
and she knew me and 'my work style and ethics' and began my summer of prep work
for teaching in the charter school.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After weeks of prep with other 'new' teachers
we were told by the principal that "our employment could be terminated
before 90 days if they did not see that we were going to fit the charter mold…no
questions asked". But she also told us that before 90 days we could
leave the job… no questions asked. I did leave before 30 days was up.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The charter school stories have all been lies
and the education spotty at best. The lady that took my place when I left was and is not certified. I never looked back at that job.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I miss my years in public school and my years at the Episcopal school. I even look back fondly at my days subbing at the area's Catholic schools.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Now my only 'teaching' is writing materials for TeachersPayTeachers where I have over 600 items covering world history, American history, Louisiana history and much of the U.S. state histories. Plus art projects, bell ringers, crosswords, many Do Now worksheets, etc.</span></span><br />
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<br />latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-13766002135297476592017-12-09T01:38:00.004-06:002017-12-09T01:42:54.298-06:00Snowed big time...<span style="font-size: large;">Snowed big time - for us anyway. Of course everyone here in south Louisiana went crazy, went outside, built snowmen took a zillion photos, and all at 3AM in the morning. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My son texted my wife at 3 and then she woke up my grandaughter who was staying with us then she woke me up and we all had to go see. The snow was pretty and it was all lit up from area lights plus the moon. They had to go take a lot of pictures, play a bit and I - the old gizzer - went back to bed. I've seen this before but my granddaughter had not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ffinally they came in and went back to sleep. By 7AM it was still snowing and they got to really go play in it when they could really see it. My granddaughter's gloves kept getting wet and her fingers kept getting "frozen" so she kept coming in to warm them up. In and out, in and out, in an out, she and my wife went on to around 9 or so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At that point they finally had enough and came in to really warm up, eat breakfast and thaw out. We saw photos of the whole area on the local TV station flooded with pictures of snowmen and snow photos of houses, kids, roads, everything all covered in white. It was pretty but by noon it was all beginning to melt away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Friday-Sat night it got down to below freezing but no moisture, no snow, just cold. And for us, below freezing is REALLY COLD. In south Louisiana, 50 milies from the Gulf coast it is <strong><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;">REALLY, REALLY COLD</span></strong>!</span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-86371983085608214472017-12-07T15:36:00.000-06:002017-12-09T01:16:14.542-06:00Lots has happened since......<span style="font-size: large;">Lots has happened since I last blogged. My daughter had day-surgery, I now know all the kitten's new names, I had my eye exam and bought new glasses, got a new credit card that covers people AND pets plus we have a Vet appointment tomorrow. I am STILL waiting on a time set up for my dental appointment and my doctor's appointmet is in a couple of weeks. Plus to add to all this my wife "said" we are going to go get new i-phones today - same numbers but new upgrades. I'll tell you about it if I see it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My daughter had surgery on her abcessed hip which she said was unexpected and SUDDEN. She is better now but 'laid up' for a week or two.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The one kitten name I did not kown well but she became Shawdow, alias Black in her new forever home. And she seems to be doing well. The gray tabby became ours and his doing very well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had my eye exam yesterday and it went well BUT expensive. But then again my old glasses are over 10 years old so I really can't complain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We took both cats and dog to the Vet today for their checkups and shots. All news was great, Little Bit was just over three pounds now and very healthy said the Vet. Doc seemed a little stressed but tooks his shots like real trooper and then as we were heading out to leave he tinkled about a dozen times and pooped once. TJ, our older male cat did really well. He took his shots without clawing anyone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We came home. I feed them all. They ate well. It's still cold outside and raining so they all want to stay inside. All are sleeping/napping right now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday my wife and I went to get new iPhones. We upgrade to the 8's - my wife from a 6 and me from a 4. My wife is giving her dad her old 6. He is 91+ and just 'wants' anything new.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have uploaded a dozen hew items to <strong><span style="color: #274e13;">TPT</span></strong> but no real sales yet.</span><br />
<br />latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-38339129314033033392017-11-26T07:30:00.001-06:002017-11-26T07:30:17.824-06:00Names, names, names....<span style="font-size: large;">My wife is still coming up with various names for our gray tabby. Even my grand-daughter is in on the search, She has even gone through a website of names but nothing stricks their fancy. Names we have tried, talked about have include Lil' Bit, Snuggles, Spice, Lil' One, Gray, Mittens, Tabby. and yesterday Kitty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My ideas don't count so I try to stay out of it but my wife says we should just try the names on her each for a day or two and see how it fits. So far "Kitty" seems to fit better than any of the others. Lil' One is out of the running since it was the name of my wife's former kitten that was run over last year. Spice was my idea but it was shot down quickly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Little Bitty Kittie has seemed to fit gray really well for now at least.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We still don't know the name of Black, White is now named Charlie - both a girl's name OR a boy's name.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">No more kitten's I hope but who knows what will happen at my father-in-law and with my wife.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My daughter is still sick but "refuses" to go to the nearest Urgent Care or hosital ER. I guess she just wants to stay sick. She's going to need a doctors excuse to go back to work at SOMETIME in the future.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">More on that later.</span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-8641239865179913312017-11-23T07:40:00.002-06:002017-11-23T08:33:14.311-06:00Happy T02222han2222222ksgiving<span style="font-size: large;">Little Bit is helping mr typr and watching every botton I pus23335hz!!!!!!11143333333333333</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Finally, an hour later I get to come back to this blog. The kitten is wandering around the rest of the house - or should I say <strong>RUNNING</strong> around the rest of the house. He acts just like nothing has changed, like Black did not disappear, nothing. He slept in our bedroom/bed last night. Sleep is not the true word I was looking for since cats/kittens are nocturnal animals. They sleep all day and are up all night it seems.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wanted to get a picture of him helping me type but as soon as I got my phone he was gone, doing something else. He runs up and down the hall, jumps up on the bed, explores everything. It's a new experience being out of the kitchen. But he is so lovable and snuggles big time, climbs on my shoulders, pulls my glasses off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Black's new home is with a young girl who works at <strong>Pampered Paws</strong> and has another kitten about two weeks older than Black. She knows about kittens, dogs, and taking care of them and she wanted a 'playmate for her other young kitten. It should be a match made in heaven. We were out putting up flyers when we went by Pampered Paws and she told my wife "I think I just hold on to this..." Two days later she called to pick Black up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Gray - better known to us as Little Bit, does not and has not taken anything from the dog or anyone else for that matter. He may only have one eye and is the runt of the bunch but he stands his ground. He is 100% lovable and our 11 year old male cat loves him which is a plus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here is a photo of all three kittens before they got their forever homes. White was first to go. His name is now Charlie and the girl who got him loves him and sends us pictures/videos weekly. Black goes today and Little Bit found love with my wife.</span><br />
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latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-66559771970530545822017-11-15T08:26:00.002-06:002017-11-15T08:26:35.117-06:00Now the kittens are "All cleared"...<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Black was the last kitten</strong> pronounced "All clear" by the Vet yesterday. That is such a good sign but we knew she had to be cleared since the others were cleared. White, "Charlie", now has a forever home, so does Gray, "Tabby", now all we have to do is find black a new forever home but we are looking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>They are eating MUCH better</strong>, much neater, and pooping better. This morning I had the chance to restless them from the kitchen confines they have been in for the past 11 weeks. They ran all over, the dog chased them, then hid everywhere and they ran faster than the dog does.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>We took them out of the kitchen</strong> last night and the Dog was put on his leash just to keep him under control. He did much better as I held on to him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-87612755297071614672017-11-13T07:46:00.002-06:002017-11-13T07:46:32.059-06:00One gone, one kept, one to go<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>ONE</strong> gone, one kept, one to go and today is the start of a great week. One kitten to going to his new home today as a birthday gift to our waitress at Hollier's. She has been waiting on 'him' thru all his Vet visits, parasites, meds and more meds, and other delays. But she has been patient thru all these weeks and weeks and weeks - 12 to be exact. She has seen pictures of him and heard us talk about him for weeks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The <strong>ONE</strong> we are keeping is also clear but he is the rut of the group - the Tabby that our male cat seems to like an gets along with. He is also the one who only has one eye. Our last one to give away is the black female and she is so well trained and so 'lovey' that we "hate" to give her away but KNOW we have to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>White - new name is Charlie</strong> - is gone. He was picked up last night and headed to his Forever Home. We are so happy but so sad to see him gone. It was the new ower's birthday and she had been waiting on his "All Clear" for weeks and weeks. We will know how he is doing since we eat at the restaurant where the waitress works plus she has my wife's number and vowed to send pictures etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>The black kitten</strong> will have her 'stool' checked today and hopefully get the all-clear and we can post a notice to her adoption at the Vet's office.</span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-56410605454211829162017-11-11T12:30:00.003-06:002017-11-11T12:33:50.164-06:00Strange, but I haven't blogged since October<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Strange, but I haven't blogged</strong> since October 31. Things have gone good around here. The kitten's are fine the cat and dog are good, my wife and I are fine also so all is well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Except, that I went through a case</strong> of the 24 hour bug a couple of days ago and at that time I was shivering, had the runs, was throwing up, hurt all over, could not sleep, wanted to do things did not want to do things, thought I was gonna die, knew I wasn't; but just had to make it "<em>through it</em>". A day late but I felt today I feel much more like my old self.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Our washing machine is</strong> leaking and about to quit on us. My wife decided we need to invest in another so she began her exhausted search for a new one - which lead to needing a new dryer also, need flooring in the laundry room which led to driving around, checking this one, then these and then this and that,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>Phew</em>. Plus my son's</strong> fiancé; live-in girlfriend, house mate for the past five+ years had her birthday and w in, thee were all invited. He/she chose a very noisy place. After two and a half hours there my daughter wanted us to come by - where we spent another 3-4 hours talking about the old house. When we finally got home the cat wanted in, the dog wanted/NEEDED to go out, the kittens NEEDED to be feed, and this was all after we had been gone 7 hours. We got home after midnight from a party that be<span style="font-size: large;">gan at 5.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Story goes that we</strong> did not get to bed til well after 1am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Friday, was just more</strong> of the same sort of. We went out shopping then about 6<span style="font-size: small;">ish </span>we swung by my son's house so my wife could look at his machines - that lasted a long while. Then he suggested a place to go eat while she wash a load of her clothes. She did then we went to eat clear across town. But the Mexican food was good but the spoke no "<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><em>ENGLISH</em></span>" and service was slow since it w<span style="font-size: large;">as a game night. We g<span style="font-size: large;">ot back to my son's house late which meant we got home late again.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Saturday turned out to be</strong> good sort of again. We got the animals fed, walked, cleaned up after, and played with. The we tackled what we could before we could leave. ad to run by vet with <em>'stool sample from kittens</em>' to be checked. I shampooed the carpet outside the laundry room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>When my wife got back she</strong> said she had news. "The kittens are "<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><em>CLEAR" </em></span>of parasites and free for their FOREVER HOMES! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"></span><br />latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-15525192728726267432017-10-31T17:31:00.002-05:002017-10-31T17:31:16.996-05:00Cool outside....<span style="font-size: large;">It is cool outside and I'm rocking away and typing on my laptop as a REAL LAPTOP. My wife is out here to worki... of no....playing on her iPad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The kittens are asleep after paying a long time this morning and eating well. Our dog and cat are outside to enjoying the breeze. I wonder where we might go for lunch, also I know I am not going to CiCi's tonight with my wife. I am going to stay home and watch the Astros's game - <strong>alone</strong> - but I'm ok with that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Things are much better overall today. Seems like like the kittens are doing so much better, the dog is looking like he is back to his old self, the cat is doing very well. My wife's health is looking much better and mine is as good as I an expect, considering.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is really nothing to blog about today other than I really would rather be doing something with my life if I could. I just have to think that God has a plan for me but I don't know what, when, where, etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wife has gone off to 'work' <span style="color: #783f04;"><strong>C<span style="color: #274e13;">i</span>C<span style="color: #990000;">i</span>'<span style="color: black;">s</span></strong></span> tonight with/for our son and I have stayed home in the dark to watch Astros game hoping to see them win the WS tonight.</span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-33956075567759407622017-10-30T07:33:00.001-05:002017-10-30T07:34:31.814-05:00Perfect weather, nearly perfect kittens, dog & cat....<span style="font-size: large;">Perfect weather, nearly perfect kittens, dog & cat. Let's take then one at a time. Weather could not have been better the last couple of days. Starts very cool - hum, cold in the early AM and warms up to cool during the rest of the day. My Satsuma's are loving this weather. The dog doesn't like it to much in the AM but during the mid-day he loves beginning out on the porch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The kittens seem to be getting a little better. We have had to separate them at night but we are getting thru it so far. During the day we are letting them have pay time together, just taking their litter box away till we separate them again and make them go separate. They are eating better, playing better, snuggling more and better. Just being better 'kittens'. Just hope all goes well and we can adopt them out - all but one really. Runt may just become ours but he is doing so much better and getting bigger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The dog is so much better and is so sad that he can't play with the kittens. We also know he just want of 'our' time instead of the kittens getting ALL of our attention. He is earing so much better, has taken all of his meds - as much as we could get down him. He still loves his 'me' time at night with momma.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our lone large. old tomcat is still up and around. He generally sleeps with me at night and just hangs around the porch sleeping most of the day. He has not enjoyed the cold mornings but by mid day he would rather be outside than in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On a side note. tomorrow is payday which we both love and are looking forward to. It is also Halloween, which we not be here for. We are no longer into that scene so it's 'lights off' and get out of town for us old people. We may go help our son at CiCi's or I might just stay and watch the Astro's game 6 with all the lights out or go to CiCi's to watch the game.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today our "lupper" may be at Waffle House just for a change of pace. We never know where we will eat but I am so looking forward to getting back to home cooked veggies and less money spent eating out everyday. I just want some more me, dog and cat time on the front porch.</span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275595501177397739.post-29119505843912390792017-10-28T09:03:00.002-05:002017-10-28T09:04:36.698-05:00Not perfect but close<span style="font-size: large;">We are not perfect with the kittens but close. We are not keeping the white one separated 24/7 for 14 days but as near as we can. We are still letting him out with the other two kittens during the day just so he can "socialize" with the other two and us. We are not that mean to him but we are doing as much as possible during him time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My wife found a couple of ring worms in the poop of one of the kittens yesterday meaning that the meds are working. All three kittens are looking a little slimmer today which is good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have been so careful about keeping the kittens apart for part of the day. My wife and I feed them separate, clean their litter boxes separate, make sure they sleep in different rooms at night but we still let them play together much of the day except when we leave for our daily "lupper".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It has been getting much colder 'round here. Even the dog does not want to stay outside for long.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just a side note...the Astros won again last night....that's now a 2-1 series lead.</span>latravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12778235953301173383noreply@blogger.com0