The Chit Chat Chit Chat Thread

BAChicagoGal

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I finally mowed the grass. It doesn't take too long, and I have a mulching mower, so that cuts way back on the work involved. My yard looks less and less like a jungle now. Although, I am regretting the decision I made many weeks ago to have the gardener, I hired for a small job, dump the excess dirt on my grass. Now I have multiple bare spots all over the yard. We haven't had enough rain. If/when my foot becomes totally better, I need to turn the dirt over, and plant some grass seed. However, for now, it looks a whole lot better out there. I am thankful that I only have a very small patch of grass compared to many people's homes.
 

BAChicagoGal

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Don't forget Remy:)

I will not watch that movie. Nope. A rat is a rat, is a rat, and I certainly don't want to have nightmares of one of those running around in my house/kitchen. I even had to look away in Enchanted, and the new Cinderella, when the live mice came on the screen. I have a wide yellow stripe down my back. My grandson has 4 guinea pigs, and one of them is a shorthaired brown one. I know it's a guinea pig, but to me, it looks just like a rat. My grandson gets very upset with me when I tell him that. He tells me how sweet all his guinea pigs are. Especially the brown one. Fear of rodents. That's me. Must come from living in Chicago where we have a bad problem. I've seen way too many sewer rats, for my liking.
 

betty rose

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I have been reading every thing that I can find out about wheelchairs. I could manage the $12 a day for one of those. Those ECV's make me nervous. They are way too expensive. You don't want me behind the controls of anything like that. There's a reason I never ride a bike, or drive a car.
I don't drive anymore, either. I've thought about a wheel chair, when the time comes.....
 

betty rose

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The one nice thing about this trip is that the boys are old enough to go off together without us and I'm big enough to go off without any of them:hilarious: We have lots of things planned that we're doing as a family, some things for just my dh and myself and I have a few thing planned to do with one ds at a time.:)
That's a lot of planning, just what our DD has to do with us.:happy:
 

betty rose

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This takes me back years ago, when I received the "first" call from a neighbor . . . "Um, your mum's a little distracted . . . we found her roaming at the end of the street, and she told us she didn't know how to get home." And so it began . . . sympathy to you and your family, Gabe.
We knew when it was time to take Mom to an Alzheimer's facility, we started finding odd things in the refrigerator, like her shoes.
 

betty rose

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Yes, I have lived in Chicago my entire life. Never no need to have a car, or learn to drive. Chicago has wonderful public transportation, and I can walk everywhere else that I may need to go to take care of my daily needs. My husband didn't drive until he was in his 40's. Actually the expense of having a car before that was prohibitive. Now he is a good driver, and so it's nice to have the car for trips, and grocery shopping. Cars have always scared me, quite frankly. I'd be a nervous wreck out there in that crazy Chicago traffic, and probably freeze, and cause a major accident.
Some of our highways, here around Denver, the speed limit is 75, which means driver's go 90 mph!
 

betty rose

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Seeing as how this seems to be an ongoing theme for many here over the last few days, I had a "history" reminder from Facebook today for something that I posted a year ago. Due to the fact that I am a caring, concerned, sympathetic, loving, sensitive, generally the best at everything, OK?, type of person or clam (take your pick) I felt that it would contribute to my eventual sainthood by sharing.

Loving warning for my Children

"Want to know what it is really like to get older? Well, I'll tell you anyway. A few days ago I was cutting up some chicken. Blatantly and without even asking, my finger on my left hand decided to defy the blade and got in the way of it's downward motion. I looked at the damage and although it was a relatively small cut, it was pretty deep and man did it bleed. It was like a blood fountain.

Anyway, I managed to get it wrapped tight enough to stop the bleeding, but, even three days later when I would take the wrapping off, it would start to bleed again. I eventually got it to heal enough so that I could use a regular band-aid. Not trusting it completely, I continued for a few days applying a new one daily. Now to the crux of the story. Today I saw that it had completely stopped, but, to be sure I decided to put a new one on it. Just in case!

I applied the band-aid and went about my normal routine. I accidentally bumped that finger, still a little sore and looked down to realize that I had put the band-aid on the wrong finger. A perfectly good one that had no cuts or scratches on it. Let this be a forewarning to my children, this aging road is going to be a rough one. Good luck! :-(
I've been thinking about you. If I remember correctly, you had a Dr. appointment this month, about your cancer. I hope it came out good. No more growth and all.
 

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