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Smiling through catastrophes
August birthday greetings go out to Phil Stephens for the eleventh, and he lives on beautiful Lake Martin close by, being just off of Coosa County Road 20. Linda Hunt of Kellyton was born August 14, and my dear friend Eddie Hampton Nelson up in Goodwater will celebrate on August 18. Here’s wishing that everyone with a birthday will have a happy day.
This week has been a painful one in many ways, starting out on Monday, with such beautiful sunshine. With cooler temperatures, just the kind of weather that seems to pull one or two of us outside, to get things done, Ron had wanted to cut down some small trees growing right close to the front porch – mimosas and those awful privet hedges we’ve been trying to get rid of since 1992. Ron cut a good few down, some taller than he is, and since I have learned to traverse those front steps with care now, even without any handrails, I got down in the front garden and moved the limbs just a couple at a time to the edge of the lawn close to the old rock wall. It was so good to be outside in the beauty of that healing sunshine; I didn’t think we worked too long.
Since I still get 12 hours of nutrition at night through an IV, I get up several times. The first time I ventured into the bathroom, ooh, I felt the back pain that seemed to get worse with each trip. Tuesday morning I had to have Ron’s help to pull me up out of the bed, and for everything I wanted to do walking was a real difficulty. I did something to my back the day prior to my last hospital stay at Grandview last September. I had every kind of test, but don’t know what they decided; I just don’t recall, but it was suggested that the back pain and tummy pain were something for me to get over in my condition after surgery.
I always try to come through on things I say I will do, or give the reasons why I cannot. Ron had a friend in the appraisal business in Montgomery, and he brought Ron to see me a couple of times at Grandview and helped discharge me with Ron once, a good man. He was a member of the Highlands Church and came to visit all excited one Sunday afternoon to tell us that his adult Sunday school class had an iron worker in Birmingham, and he would charge nothing for his work, while the rest of the class agreed and voted to cover the balance of costs. Well, that brought tears to my eyes, but something happened, and we never got the railings. I understand that things do happen, and so does fate, but he has not called or visited since that time. So, when we get better, we shall be searching for some professionals in the building trade to help at our old house in Nixburg.
Ron had a ruptured disc in his lower lumbar long before he retired; he just worked through it and is currently working through ablation therapy on his neck for that monster of a headache he has to cope with and has had for about 16-plus weeks. So, as my mum would say, “Both of you are in the ‘Wars’ this week.”
On Thursday, we learned that the Central Alabama power company was to have let us know that the power pole on the front line of the property had to be replaced as it was broken. Meanwhile the phone company was here to check our phone that always goes off when it storms; we get no dial tone and have missed several medical and family phone calls, plus we cannot get a cell service to work inside our house, and who wants to walk down to the gate at the road to make a phone call? I stayed on the phone with AT&T almost 45 minutes. Ron tried to call DISH since our main source from them in the living room would not play at all, but after lots of tinkering, he got the bedroom TV to work. After making three phone calls to DISH, which caused being on hold for more than an hour, we decided our time was as important, but we still need that situation corrected. My opinion is that big business customer service is not what they claim.
Oh, and a pine tree had to be cut to get the new power pole installed. One of the limbs broke the old pole as it fell and the power line, as well, so we had no power for about an hour while that was repaired. Living in the age of technology and so much needing power and good knowledge made this a bad week for us.
And, on Saturday one of our girl dogs, Bella, decided she wanted to sit with me and just jumped up (usually she asks first), and as she jumped she clawed my outer wrist through a vein by mistake. It really bled and is still very sore and tender and has an extra-large bandage on it to keep it clean.
Keep smiling until I write next week. Just smile with me. I hope your week was free of catastrophes and much better than ours at “Summerdown Manor.”