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~Labor Day~Ta-Da! It's me! I'm back! I am much more healthy now....and all that strange "energy"
seems to have settled down....Wow! I thought I was ready for the funny farm!...Maybe NEW
funny farm...
     So! I spent a few days with my daughter, her boys and x hubby's step son, and his kids...They were visiting with my Daughter and her family during the Paul Bunyan celebration!
All of them are GREAT kids....I adored them..Step son's parenting amazed me....He is a hands
on Daddy and they are responding wonderfully...I knew and respect his former wife..they
have both done a great job.....
    Today is vinegar the c pap day....put a cup of vinegar in the basin and turned the heat
on High..that should boil that smelly stuff and push it out into the hoses and stuff!! So I
ain't going into the back of the house till time to turn it off, and rinse it.....Probably the most
"work" I will do all day.......WELL these floors need swept, I might just do that....my days
away seem to have helped my lungs....I walked and walked and walked..no more Green
goobers....YES! still allergic, but no infection.....black mold in my house is frightening......
   I'm off of here for the day...just sending  you some LOVE....and maybe a bit of
laughter...

starting blog over....Reset life!

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I've started a new journey, a new adventure in life.I have to admit I have done so completely unwillingly...I will miss my  love, His illness took him away..early this Month... Aug. 2012.....We did good, since a Dr. told me 30 years ago he was a "loaner love"....He said more than likely he would only be with us for 5 years....Those first five were; well they were fast... and when it came around to ten, we were NOT celebrating.He was honestly waiting to die...  He always hated birthdays, last  year we celebrated..I'm so glad, as he never quite made it to this one..OH Kay! Enough of that.....NO ONE wants to picture my tears....            I will tell you about the strange goings on in my world.....I am not here to lament his passing, After 30 years of his good nature. His swallowing every tincture, unguent and tea I studied upon or read about, we lost him.....God! Maybe I poisoned him!...Nope! I didn't....Some Dr. well..enough of that road... I was in complete denial that he was as far down the path and going away from me as  quickly as he was.Usually SOMETHING, would work....whether it be my mechanization or his natural fighting spirit, I will never know....It didn't realize,..and he got further and further away....NOW I FEEL HIM CLOSE.... It is as though he is sittin' behind me watching the movie on the tv. I feel the warmth of his love...Most days he has shown me in some manner that it is so.....         My Daughter Bren, and her kids spent the first week with me...made sure I ate... Watched after me...and Dragged me out of this house...Till it became clear that she had to get back to WORK...     I went to a mountain, a place I knew about where my native side allowed me to see things that were not there...NO it was not the wood smoke...It was five men talking and watching us...Five men in native Garb, with antiquated weapons watching us...talking about us but I could only see, I could NOT hear...And Jeannette could not see them....I did a small ceremony on that mountain...actually a comedy of errors...I brought a chair to sit upon... I opened it behind my car and talked to my ancestors....I offered them smoke, bundles of tobacco, fresh water, and prayer.....they in turn helped me get out of that DAMN chair.... I still haven't put in a different one.After MY release..I sat upon a large stone to finish the ceremony and to add an "Our Father" for good measure...I heard someone, nearby drumming as I  worked my  way back to the car..It was not native drumming, but there are no coincidences only happenings.. It was drums of some sort... I Tossed that perfidious chair in the back and made a run for my eldest daughters....On the way I decided, to bathe in the cold waters of the St. Joe..where I found my body is built a lot different from when I wore a tiny bikini to swim in it's glacial waters...NOW! I discover FAT FLOATS..and my butt, kept trying to drown my head....But, I was at peace...     Some Teen aged kids promised to haul me out, if my butt, won that battle.....

Just another day in Paradise!

This time of year the flowers are all in full bloom. The Pollen count is also in full bloom!Bugs that sting bite and a few that smell bad are out.

I love Idaho......

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Musings in Idaho!

Yesterday was a "junk food" Day...Today I'm paying for my folly! I Miss my potato chips! I miss salt! I miss chocolate, cake, fudge and frosting! My old friend was right..Getting old is not for the feint heart! You have to be a strong old lady to be OLD! I watch Mom with increasing wander! She is now 88..Pushing Ninety! She's lost lots of weight and is now slender as she would have loved to have been in her 40s..If she only KNEW! She needed to cut out salt! She needed to take her water pills! And I need to do the same! She is so very tiny now.It's hard to look upon. Yesterday, my brother told me her balance is getting worse! WELL! YES! It would be...She hasn't had her toe nails trimmed in 6 mo. I bet she could climb trees with those Babies! I gotta push her to make an appointment and get it done! I don't think it will help her memory a bit! It will make her back quit hurting so much. I don't know why we were born so stubborn! I know it couldn't be genetic! Maybe, she won't have to take so many pain pills for her back, when she's seen the podiatrist! That will make her memory work better! Hummm? She could become my full time job! I can't think of any better duty!

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A visit to Grandma's house! circa 1950!

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Web laughinginthespirit.blogspot.com As a child every one else in my family had a horse..There were horses at my uncles...Horses my brothers rode, and boarding horses that just ran around Grandma's meadow and made trouble! Awwwww! The smell of the meadow this time of year. It is Aug. The alfalfa is ripe. It is time to mow the hay and bale it for the coming winter. The horses stood around in the sun in belly deep meadow grass! They stood stoic in Deep green of the world they lived in. I can smell them. with a little work I can hear them snort. In my mind I can watch the colts who's legs have grown long since those very first wobbly steps. They are Leggy, and full of childish mischief! In memory I can walk barefoot along the old road to Grandma's house. I can smell the dust motes my bare feet raise in the Aug. sunshine. I can smell the mint growing by Grandma's spring! I can see the bucket sitting near by for one of us to pick up, fill and pack to Granny's kitchen. She was always willing to accept a clear clean cold drink of water. If she didn't want to drink of it, she could save it for washing dishes,cooking and baking! The joy on her face when she welcomed a child with a bucket of water she didn't have to carry herself was sublime! I loved the smells of Grandma's kitchen! There was the old, Smoky, "Majestic"wood stove in the corner. There was Grandpa's P.A. smoke lingering in the air. If we were lucky there were fresh biscuits sitting on the sideboard. They could be waiting in the little ovens above the cook stove! Grandma wasn't much of a cook, but we all have our specialty! We all thought Grandpa worked in the logging camps to get a decent meal in the winter time!He would work the butter churn with his strong "Lumberjack arms!" while she mixed the ingredients and started a fire. OH! How HOT that kitchen became in late summer! Cold clear Water from the spring below the house was poured into a tank on the stove to be heated while she cooked! When I was a child there was no electricity on our hill! Inventions like a tank for heating water on a stove were the labor saving devices of Grandma's day! There were warming ovens on top of the stove to keep the biscuits warm while they waited for Grandpa's patience to wear out as He sent the paddle round and round; so he might whip the heavy cream into thick yellow butter! When I brought the bucket of cold water, I would stand on my tip toes so I could set it onto the old checker table cloth Grandma kept atop their table. My piggy tails could barely be seen while I looked on that table in search of an errant cookie, left there by Grandpa to chum small children who brought in buckets full of water for Her to make HOT steaming mugs of coffee or tea. Grandpa and Grandma poured fresh whole milk into their coffee to cool and for flavor. Sometimes Grandma added a spring of mint and a dip of sugar to cold spring water for tea. mostly they both drank HOT coffee. If it was too Hot They would pour it from their cup onto their saucers and slurp it from the saucer... Mom said," never to try this at home, It was Okay for Grandma and Grandpa...It was NOT okay for small girls!" I know my nose wrinkled at the thought of such bigotry! WHAT? A double standard in Idaho?? I knew better than to take the chance of getting a small swat for trying it! Mom, never hit very hard. There was always the danger th offense would gether "worked up" and she might tell Dad. His swats were a lot more painful. He could jog a kids memory from the seat of their pants! It was fun to sit in the "parlor" window to watch the colts cavort around the meadow. They seemed to have boundless energy; even in the heat of the sun! When they got to hot they would roll on their backs in the mud along the creek! I was jealous...I wasn't allowed to play in the mud! I remember walking through the kitchen to go out and watch my brothers try to catch the horses. I caught sight of Grandma lifting the biscuit's out of the over...I learned much from her..This day she was teaching me language and deportment! As I stepped through the door; just in time to see! Her hand slipped she stuck her thumb into the steamy hot biscuit.. . This was one of the biscuits with the slightly black top and bottom...I was just in time to hear her yell...."DAMN IT! Damn it...Damn it...Damn IT....I stuck my thumb in every biscuit!" By the time she sat them on the table beside Grandpa...... she'd done just that!

Christmas 08,

Just a little boy standing in the storm....
He was just a little boy standing in the storm with his nose pressed firmly against the glass..His looked like he could "will" himself inside. He was nearly a part of the Christmas window he'd stood so long. He was staring. He was wishing. He was filled with hope. If there was a Santa, Perhaps; just perhaps he would bring him his hearts desire. He knew there WAS one. Wasn't he sitting on a white throne attended by elfs in the OTHER window? Were there no children lined up to speak with him? He had already told his wish to Santa. If he told anyone else....Would his wish go up in smoke, like his Birthday wish had done? He watched Christmas Fairies cavort in the window. The toy soldiers stood at attention on their wooden legs while the train went steadily around and around and around. The Christmas tree bore brightly bubbling lights in red, blue and green.Gaily wrapped Packages were strewn about,beneath it's boughs, as if in wait for a small child to come and tear them asunder. An angel dressed all in white stood at it's top, holding candles aloft to light the way to another little boy in another time, at another place.. Silent, seemingly alone he stood. He seemed to be dreaming. He wasn't ragged or worn. He was not dressed with any sort of style. BUT, he was clean!. He was clean and his hair was combed. He was there with hope in his heart. His only thought was what he wanted Most for Christmas.He held his hands tightly clenched in snow damped gloves while he stood. His Snow covered lashes barely contained the look of avarice in his big blue eyes. His "watch cap" as his Daddy called it; was cocked a bit to one side so his blond hair showed how much he needed a hair cut. He had no boots, only basketball shoes covered his cold feet. Yet, he stood on. He waited patiently while the roar of cars slithering through ice covered city streets seemed not to seep in to his mind at all. He had tried prayer, He had yet to be answered. He was going to try Santa. There was only one thing he wanted for Christmas. Perhaps Santa could provide. He'd tried talking to Jesus in Church. He'd seen the Baby Jesus in the Manger out front of the church and stopped to talk to him personal like. The stone baby was not listening. Santa was flesh and Blood. Perhaps he would hear....Perhaps he would have the answer to his only Christmas wish. Nay! It was more of a Christmas Prayer. He stood rooted to the ground in front of the festive window. He didn't take his eyes from the angel. Not even the Santa on the corner got his attention, now.....He was sure she "winked" at him! Maybe the stone child in the pretend manger was listening after all. Maybe the animals in the manger were going to talk about him tonight. Maybe....Just Maybe, his Daddy would come home from Something called the "Tet offensive" whole and safe after all..... Today an old man stands bent with age. His hands are worn with hard work. His gloves are ragged, his feet are cold. He stands before the same window. He stopped to pray before the same stone child. He even gave the ancient wooden sheep a small pat on the head as he walked slowly away. It seemed to him he had done this all before in his long ago past. He'd stood at that very window, Wishing, praying.....His old faded blue eyes filled with tears. The cane he grasp shook in the cold. The cars he could not hear were not so big. They didn't growl so loud or sound so fierce. Still they slithered along on wet iced city streets. People didnt' seem to see him standing bent in prayer as he had been so many years ago. Then he had prayed to the angel atop the tensil covered tree. Now he knew, He had no doubt at all. The Santa at the corner would not help him the Santa who now rested on the same Shopworn throne in the same window was of no use at all. Nor, were the stone statues going to answer his prayers. Still he prayed as he had prayed before. He prayed now for the safety of his Grandson. That was then That was Viet Nam. That was a country in a jungle. His prayers were answered then.... Would they be answered now...Would his Grandson come home safe from this desert country. Would He help to free people who were locked into horrors we were blessed to never see !! When he was done would he too come home? The little boy, now old and worn, still prayed as he did then......He still stood stark still as he had then....The Tall toy soldiers had new coats of paint. The sugar plum Fairies wore new costumes.....and he prayed for the safety of a new loved one....That he too would be home for the Next Christmas, He prayed that he be kept safe to come home to his sons. He prayed while people who seemed not to notice walked past, people who seemed not to see, people who listened to the strains of "Santa Claus is Coming." Just as those others had so many years ago.......Once more the Angel at the top of the Glittering tree seemed to wink at him, before he ceased his vigel and walked slowly toward home...still whispering his prayer of HOPE and love as he did when he was a boy....Who's Daddy was in a different war, in a different time, in a different world.....When an Angel's "wink" seemed to confirm that God was smiling upon him.....Perhaps God still smiled.....ONLY time would tell!

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How to get the old man to work around the house! Who was guilty? you decide!

A sweet little old lady with white hair and a dazzling smile told me this story.....Nope ! It wasn't Mom.......she would of never of told this story on herself!

This is,Her narration as close as I can remember, she's been dead and gone for several years...Besides, It's not like she was gonna' tell me the story again so I could write it for anyone else to read!!....Outta' the blue, she told me like THIS!

"I don't want you to be shocked by this.I was asleep, and I felt like I had to fart....I had no idea, it was anything but a fart...you know Laura, I have to take Milk of Mag every night to keep that working :any way!" I was a little shocked, for her to blurt out this story as she did. That is, with no prompting from ME. I wouldn't have missed it for the world!

"Well! I let 'er rip!" She smiled a big wise, old lady grin!" When I realized just what happened I was so disgusted.There was no use to run to the outhouse, I'd done the deed already...back then we didn't have no showers or tubs....we barely could afford rags!" She scratched her head a little."I sure used the heck out of that one!"

" I remember plain as day!" She had me at that entrance! She didn't need to embellish with truths about the depression era!"An old flower sack stood in for a wash cloth! We made lots of things out of flour sacks, We made curtains, night gowns and under drawers! When they were all worn out, we made rags out of them, there was rags to wash with, rags to dust with...and rags to tie your hair in curls! The stink that night would of curled your hair without them rags!"

She went back to her story."I was so quiet when I got outta' bed..I barely moved the blankets back, and slipped out of that bed......I lived in fear of wakin' that old man of mine! I really did NOT want to give him ammunition! He was always givin' me a bad time about any little thing! He enjoyed giving me grief! Remember, that big tomato you sent up here for us! It was huge, and red, and sweet. That mean old Fart ate it, every bite. He ate it in front of me and didn't give me one bite! I was still mad at him for THAT!" She was smiling again, I knew something interesting was coming!

" I got out of that bed and slipped soundlessly out of that room I fairly ran in to wash up.....wheweeeee! It stunk!.... I was sure It was all over me, but Somehow it seemed to me I MISSED my night gown....hummmmm!!! I wondered how that happened....while I stripped it off and took me a "wash".... I like to never get that smell out of my nose! Wow! I scrubbed and scrubbed and I could still smell it....Maybe I stepped in it!

"Ewwww! I thought," How embarrassing.The old man ain't ever gonna let me live this one down!!! " I thought that all to myself.After all, I didn't want to wake him up, talkin' to myself!..You know how you do sometimes! I was just amazed I didn't get my night gown all soiled....I was gon'na put on a new one any way! Maybe, there was some on it somewhere I didn't see.....I sure could smell it!"

"Mind Yah!...I wasn't ever gonna tell anyone this story....I was just gonna sneak back into bed and keep my mug shut......Don't you be tellin' anyone....Well! Anyone that knows ME!" She actually winked!

" I put on a different night gown cause I fancied could still smell it. I tip- tip- tippy- toed back to bed. I was quiet as a mouse! I really didn't want to wake up that old man!" She gestured with her hands about tippy toein' it up to bed...

She was nearly whispering."I folded the blankets back real careful like, so as not to wake him. Then I 'bout gagged....cause I got a real whiff!.... I threw back the bedding.....What A MESS!"

"Wake up! Old man! You done Shat the bed!" I whopped him with what ever came to hand.I beat him with an old rubber slipper, that fit over his "Romeos!" I was mad as a hornet....How dare him make a mess like that! He done got it all over me, Too! I was just to mad to think about what I was doing!"

"Up till then,Hubby was still sleeping like a rock..When he came to life it was with the realization .That he was sleepin in a stink so bad it would curl his eye brows!..The trap door on his long johns was down and it was Full! WHY that "S.O.B."...I thought to myself ...

I think that is when it dawned on me," 'twas my farts woke me up....My churning stomach...What was the chances of both of us having "green apple quick step" in the middle of the night? Somehow it flew over there and Filled up his drawers! It made some big stinky spatters on that bed , Too!"

I was beside myself with embarrassment!" She wiggled in her chair, she was still embarrassed to think of her actions.

"I couldn't back down NOW! I'd already woke the sleeping logger! What a wakin' up he GOT! He was stinkin' and smellin' and beat and battered! I knew in my own mind it was NOT his stink! I wasn't gonna' tell him that though; it was to damn late to wake him up gentle like!" She reddened like a school girl!

"So what could I do?" I Told him." Get Your lazy arse up and go wash!" Really Laura, I had to fix that bed...."

"I wasn't gonna sleep in my own stink!......" But of course I wasn't gonna' tell him who's stink it really was!

"Now the old man is gone, I'm kinda' ashamed of myself I didn't tell him it was me.....but, I really needed those shelves put into the root cellar....And he was so ashamed for "poopin'" on me---- he was sure good to work around the old place for a few days!He even mowed the lawn and got that new screen door up I'd been a-wantin' for a couple years!

Sleep well....and be careful of that Milk of Magnesia!

Laurel....

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