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Rosie’s Ramblings
Rosie Morgan
We certainly got the promised rain last Wednesday. It was really much needed though, as it did settle the dust from more than a month of dry sunshine. In general we got a good two inches; that’s a lot of rain, and because of that, I didn’t visit Ron at Russell Therapy Unit that day, just by phone.
When I called to say goodnight at 6:55 p.m., the hospital line rang for a good five minutes then I got cut off. I called back and got the E.R., but they transferred me to the nurses station. My call couldn’t be forwarded to the patient’s room. I was asked to call again in 20 minutes when the regular phone person would be off of a break.
Ron’s sister in Gulf Shores has had similar problems with phone contact, and she can’t just hop in the car to see what’s wrong. Ron has had some great nurses and tech help; plus he has enjoyed his plentiful and tasty meals. He is due to come home October 20, having started therapy with stairs on the previous day. This house has seemed so empty, and the dogs have been especially protective; all of us will be happy to have him back home.
Sending out meaningful get-well wishes to Martha Loyd. She was getting walking therapy and passed by Ron’s room. After she was on down the hall, I realized that it was my former Red Hat Lady Martha; she has that stunning super white hair that is hard to miss, the same color as that of my beloved Nanny’s hair.
The hunters are out in plentiful numbers baiting and setting up the fields so they can wait for the deer to eat. I know that’s their hobby; I just wish they would have respect for those of us that actually live on lands next to where they stalk the animals and take their packages of fast food back home to their own homes, not leaving that litter on our right-of-ways. They must not have learned while growing up about respect for others’ property and not to trash up where folks live, which takes away from “America the Beautiful.”
October 16, my nephew George de Broise in Somerset, England, was 20 years old. I last saw George when he was just three when I made the trip when MRSA took my brother, Maurice, who was born October 21. My son, Jamie Morgan, in Opelika has his day the twenty-third, and his dad, my Ron, has his on the twenty-sixth, when he’ll be the same age as I am. My special knitting friend, Sandra Thompson of Hillabee Park, also has her birthday on October 26. Happy birthday to one and all and any others out there with October birthdays.
The news has been filled this week about so many charges, including telling lies to buy a gun, against Hunter Biden. Let’s hope he will be treated like any other person who was a known drug addict and lied on federal forms. Joe Biden knew about the drugs and didn’t try to help him get clean, saying he is so proud of him. My husband, brother and son, Jamie, all built their own businesses. I am so proud of them; they did it without becoming a hard drug addict. I am sure many out there feel the same. After all, anything can become an addiction if a person is so inclined.
We are still anxious over the price of gasoline now that we are begging other countries to make more. We had it all set up; the Keystone Pipeline was in place and ready to be open for the oil to flow. So much oil, we could take care of our large needs, at better prices, and save some and sell the rest to other countries. But, as you recall, the first thing President Biden did was to shut it down. So many lost jobs that would have been good paying ones.
Then we got the “green” orders, which will never work; we don’t have enough electricity and how ridiculous to think that the average working folks and retired folks could afford to spend more than $80,000 for an electric car. With gas so high, the cost of everything we buy has increased, as well; some have to cut out many food items just to survive and pay utility bills, which have also gone up. When will this madness end, I wonder.
I am always thinking about the people trying to hold onto their land while the Russians try to take it. The Ukrainians are very strong, reminding me of the Europeans working the underground and whatever it took to conquer the regime of Hitler and get the innocent people out to a better chance of freedom. We should be learning from the expensive lessons that the people had to pay for during and after WWII.
Early winter days are ahead, so it must be time to unpack the winter woolies and thick socks, as well as heavy jackets and pull-on hats. I know I will see some in shorts and tank tops when the north wind is blowing and I am freezing. I am already missing those hot summer days.
I end this week with a saying I found that seems fitting, “He has achieved success who has worked hard, laughed often and loved much.”
Until next time, keep smiling.
Remember, if you have news to share or a celebration, just call me at 256-234-0957 or send me a short email to Smanorlady@gmail.com. I will be happy to share with the readers.