Friday, May 25, 2012

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Lets just say that we
DID NOT BUY THE BORING CAR...

(OMG, thank you lady at the gas station who was driving the convertable. Man were you right. Just as easy to put a car seat in a fun car as it is a mini van. Who knew that a walk outside could be so much fun.)



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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

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Gentle Reader.


You and I need to get outside and take a walk.


Hugs.


Cya.


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A truth about my Dad.

Before he was 11 he hopped on a bus and took a trip 90 miles one way.

He wanted to go see the Vulcan.
When he was a teenager,  he and his brother ran away from home.  They worked on a ship that took them to Cuba.

I think that it was a banana boat but I'm not sure.

Then? He lied about his age and joined the service.

They found out and sent him home.

When he was in his 60's,  he sailed the boat that he'd built to Cuba.

He went to see Earnest Hemmingway's house..

In his 80's he knocked on death's door, stayed long enough to see that the people in the place he was headed were very nice and very understanding about his earlier "adventures".  "He's got it out of his system. He'll be wanting a bit of a rest now." they'd said.

While he was visiting this place, he was unconcious to us. Like he was sleeping.  I remember sitting in the ICU waiting room crying and praying to God to let him come back.  "We have unfinished business. Things that if they aren't sorted out will haunt our family. Please, let him come back."

He came back to us because he had unfinished business to take care of with us.


For me?

He kissed my head and told me that he loved me.

Then for Father's Day we built  a stand for his out board motor.

He is my father. What I wanted was to make sure that he loved me.

He never really told me before.

For my brother?

You'll have to ask my brother.

For my Dad because he has a sense of humor and has been on tough cookie to the rest of the world. to me?


He's my dad.










Going out for a walk or something.


No good to sit here and worry.


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"... I've got this scream caught in my throat and it's about to choke me to death...."






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5-23-12






.Prayer for 2day?

I have one father and I don't want him to die.


And that, Gentle Reader, is the truth.





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"...Their authors found it was the point of time - not too near and not too far away - on which their imaginations could most easily focus..."


forward to the novel


The Go Between


by


H P Hartley




"... I've been crying again.  I went to see my father and during the conversation he showed me his arm.  It's covered with at least half a dozen circular bruises.  All about the size of a half dollar.  They are completely blue-black to the edges.  He told me that he'd seen a physician's assistant and was told that this was the result of medications that he's taking.  I told him that he should go back and see his doctor. Before we left, I told him that I'd see what I could find out about the medicine.  I'd see if there was any drug interactions.

There are.

But that's not why I'm crying now.

I'm crying because I asked to go with him and my Mom to see the doctor.  I had questions about why the PA would be so calm about such extensive bruising. According to my Dad, the PA was supposed to have said, look around every one has this problem.

One of the bruises on the other arm has a sore type place in the center of it.  He told me that the skin over the bruise broke and formed a sore. 


My Mom said specifically that I couldn't go with them to the dermatologist.


You have to understand that when I was finally told that my Dad was sick the last time, that it was via WB who'd been left a message on his answering machine.  By the time the message was left, my dad had been taken from his home via ambulance, taken to the local ER, taken to the ER of a hospital 60 miles away, put into the hospital where he stayed until he was placed into the ICU.

By that time, the ICU doctor said that his illness was so grave that he might die.

All of this happened in a matter of 3 weeks.  I'd talked to him at the first of the month.  By the end of the month he was unconscious.

I wasn't contacted at all in the three weeks that his condition grew worse.

To say the least, I'm a bit worried.



No.


I'm very worried.


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From  


(I don't have a title yet. )


C A Ford


5-23-12


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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

. songs in the AAnne song box. .
. I'm off to somewhere other than here. Ciao. Author Ann .
. Gloom some more.

Still no views from Antartica. :( . .



Welcome Gentle Readers.
This is 12 dots and a blot.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you don't know which is which.
Don't ASSume.
Ask.


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In 3D?


Oh joy!

Oh mirth!

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Monday, May 21, 2012

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In other news.

Apparently Tv's Craig Ferguson told this lady in Florida (at Paley Center Press line)  -  anyway she asked him where he was going to take the show next and he said ----------deep breath -----

the Southern US.

Dear Tv's Criag Ferguson,

If you come to the Southern US to do your show, can you please come eat fried chicken with us out under the trees or even better on the sail boat out at the lake?

I'll be sure to use the good china.

xxxooo,

The folks at the Slacker Chronicles.

Yay.

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Just alittle note here.


I went to see my Dad.


When we drove through the gate there he was on the tractor - bushhogging .LOL I'm like Tigger. Happy and bouncy because my dad who was on ventilator in Feb 2011, is now bush hogging in 2012. 


Yay.


I got to hug his neck and tell him stuff.


Double yay.


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