Little Ma is still holding steady but has almost reached the end of her rope. She is tired, tired, tired. On Saturday, Lon carried her out to our car and took her up to the Thanksgiving dinner. Tina has a lovely daybed in her Four Seasons room off the dining room, so Hazel was pretty comfortable on that. She slept, and visited, and went home exhausted, but content that she had gotten to see the family. However, Sunday morning, she fell out of bed and tore some of the fragile skin on her arm, bumped her head pretty good and got a carpet burn on her arm. Her back was really hurting (which is understandable considering that she took quite a tumble) but we are amazed that she didn't break any bones. Lon and I went around town yesterday, trying to find an adult size safety bed-rail gate thingy to attach to her bed. None of what we could find seemed to work, so we may have to go to the medical supply place today.
Since I have been going without Roschelle (my wig), I have been getting some double-take looks. Since there is a bit of curl to my hair now, I have been trying to fluff it up a bit so it actually looks like it has some kind of style to it. Hairdresser niece Holly said, that with a little bit of product, she could make it look like I had more hair than I actually do. Now, it's the silvery grayish white color that is depressing. This crappy situation has really aged me in so many ways, but, whatever. But if it gets to the point that people think that Lon and I are son and mother, I'm getting some coloring done!!!'
With everything that is going on, I have been trying to keep my hand in writing my kids' stories. I am working on one called 'Seventy-three Pairs of Green Pants". I have finally finished editing "Good Night, Mr. Monkey", and submitted a short story to the Writer's Digest. WD have a contest every two months, where they challenge people to write a 750-word or less story about a picture they show in their magazine, and you have to make up a story to match it. Or, they give you a single sentence and you have to use it in your work. The one that was presented for the latest challenge was "I knew it was a mistake the moment it was done." They then have a panel of judges who narrow it down to five final submissions and then put them on their website for readers to vote on to find the winner. I have no chance in heck, but I couldn't resist. Mine was (unfortunately) about being a serial chemo . . . um . . . farter. YES, I said CHEMO FARTER! What the heck, it made me laugh and they encourage humorous or outside-the-box formats. There is no prize other than having your story printed in their magazine, which is still pretty huge.
Dan and Tammy gave me a list of Christmas present ideas, so I have got it made in the shade for shopping for their family this holiday. Easey peasey. I am trying to figure out where I am going to put my tree this year. Since we bought new living room furniture, we moved the old couch and chair downstairs to the family room. I sold my leather loveseats, because they weren't too comfortable, but there is just NOT quite enough space for both the old pieces to fit in comfortably. Lon is the type that he never wants to get rid of anything, so now the family room looks like a furniture floor room. Ey Yi Yi!!
Here's a quick pic of the sprouts fizzing up. I find that I have to wet my head down every morning or else I have a severe bed-head look. This is what it looks like after getting it wet.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL