Blueberries, Anyone?

We have a blueberry farm out here in Temecula, not far from the house. We met my son, his wife and their two boys, my grandson’s Ben and Luke one lovely Sunday afternoon. Ben’s three, and Luke’s fourteen months. We had a great time picking blueberries, and there was a tractor which suited the boy’s fine. One of Ben’s first words was “tractor.” I made blueberry coffee cake with some of our blueberries and it was a hit. A good time was had by all.

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Cancer Schmancer!

Bonnie says, Cancer Schmancer! So what if I don't have my fluffy hair anymore, so what if I have a melanoma on my eyelid, so what! I still feel good, I still play with my toys, I still LOVE FOOD!

I don't know how long we'll have Bonnie but we're enjoying every minute we have left. I am on the mend. I will soon be visiting your blogs, (I know I threatened this before) but this time I really will be visiting you guys.

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When A Girl's Sick...

...she just don't feel good. (An old saying of my dad's, but of course he said "feller".) We all know that a picture's worth a thousand words, so I put up a picture of what got me, C. Difficile, nasty, nasty business.

Did you know that doctors can make you sicker than you were when you first went in to see them? Well, they can. It happened to me. At first everybody thought I was screaming in pain because of a tooth. Dentist visits ensued. Nope, not the problem. It was a massive sinus infection. Weeks later, the painful sinus infection was finally knocked back, but the third antibiotic turned out to be trouble. It killed all my good bacteria, so a nasty super bug could take hold. Lucky me.

I won't go into details. Suffice it to say, I'm intimately involved with all three toilets in my house. We might buy stock in Charmin, Tucks, and Clorox, (going thru toilet paper and bleach wipes like crazy).

Bonnie, on the other hand, thinks she's a puppy again. She's running around with a missing toe and paw pad, as if she doesn't miss them at all. Today is her oncologist appointment, they need to determine if she has to go on chemo or not. The surgery was a huge success, they got all the tumor out! Yay!

So, here I am, trying to act like a dog. Dog's have terrific attitudes. They don't let nasty melanoma's get the best of them, no way Jose. It's hard to keep a good dog down. Bonnie is a very, very good dog, everyone that meets her falls madly in love (a true story). I want to be like her when I grow up, (after all she is in her 70's and she's now running around much like the day I picked her up from the breeder when she was only 8 weeks old.

Don't worry, dear friends, I'll be back on my feet, (and off the throne), in no time, blogging and visiting you all. Thanks for your concern and kind thoughts, it means alot. Hopefully I will not be one of the casualties that end up losing their colon from this ugly bug that resembles Good N'Plenty Candies, (at least in the illustrations.) I bet they have a face. Shudder. Ick. Yuck.

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What the Heck's Going On With This Here Blog?

Okay, without getting into the gory details, I was sick. And when a girl's sick she just doesn't feel good. (It wasn't my teeth but a nasty bacterial infection.) But, through magic of pharmaceuticals I'm back! Bright eyed and bushy tailed.

My little dog Bonnie, on the other hand, isn't fairing so well. Her tail ain't wagging :-(

To make a long story (and ordeal) very short, my little cairn terrier has an aggressive form of melanoma, and after having her toes amputated is not doing all that well. So I am busy nursing her. I pray that she won't have to have chemotherapy, but it's looking as if we'll have to go that route.

Give me a week or so to get my act together and I will be back up and running. Thanks for all the lovely letters and your kind thoughts, I am not all that bad off. Nothing life threatening I promise.

Check out pic of Bonnie in better days, and Bonnie, like her mama a little older, grayer, and less spry.

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OUCH

Why I am MIA. Hope to see ya soon.

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Happy Valentine's Day

Have a great day!

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They Say Zed

Both sets of my grandparents were born in Canada. We’ve got Irish and French, French and Irish, and Huron (Americans say Indian, Canadians say First Nations), and God only knows what blood flowing though our veins, my big brother and me and my little sister. Mom was born in Saskatchewan, and my dad’s parents, (residents of historic Amherstberg, Ontario), just happened to be visiting Detroit, Michigan the day he was born. So, for all intents and purposes, I’m infused with Canadianess, although I’m American born and bred.

Man, they really did a terrific job with the opening night of those Olympics up in beautiful Vancouver British Columbia! I’m not about to launch into some blow-by-blow description. But, right out of the chute, when I heard a deep timbered voice from way on high begin to speak I looked at The Husband and I said, “Hey that’s Donald Sutherland. Cool, he’s a perfect choice.”

I’ll cut right to the chase, that little dude flying around over the surreal prairie like Peter Pan on crack was amazing! And with Joni Mitchell’s later version of Both Sides Now playing to boot. I swooned. Thank God I was in a recliner!

As if that wasn’t enough, I thought I had died on the spot and had been instantly transported straight up to heaven while listening to KD Lang’s version of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah. Who sings like that? Holy crap. She is beyond fantastic. I am in awe, I don’t care if she forgot to wear shoes again, or not.

I won’t start in on how many talented individuals hail from Canada. HELLO! Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, Alice Munro, Neil Young, Margaret Atwood, Mike Myers! Anyway, I’ll save all that for another time. This is meant to be a short post and I could go on all night long because so many truly talented people are Canadians.

I have all these memories and impressions and feelings about Canada all bottled up inside me. One of these days I’ll do something with all that. I really will. Until then, all I can say is: sit back and enjoy the show (The Olympics). And if you get the chance, do yourself a favor and get your butt to Canada.


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