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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

GOSSIP

FEW DAYS BEFORE MY 19TH ANNIVERSARY


Getting ready for lunch with a friend.  She will pick me up at noon.  It will be a surprise where we will be dining as she has a nest of coupons to choose from.  You know us, seniors.  :-)

Our temp today is to be about 105 degrees and I am wearing black.  What was I thinking!

Watching the Wendy Williams show to get the scoop on the celebs.  I don't know why as the people my age could care less who's bonking whom, or whose baby daddy is whose.  But, some days she has something interesting to say.  I fast forward through the junk, IMHO    I did see Gregory Peck's son on her show yesterday.  Most of anyone on this blog post probably doesn't even know who he was.  How many wigs does Wendy have?

I did find out that Blacks call slutty white women "Becky" and they call slutty black women "Shaniqua."  Also found out that a "Put"  is someone who provides drugs to others.  Now, who, at my age, would ever learn that anywhere else.  My grandchildren are not close to clue me in.  Looked up all these things on Google to make sure; and sure enuf.

A friend of mine will be 88 on Saturday and found in having a mammogram suspicious calcification. Well, a biopsy was warranted.  AND, it is cancer.  May 23, she will go to Mayo's in Scottsdale, AZ to have it removed and check the lymph nodes.  She is a wreck and I don't blame her.  Another sewing acquaintance had cancer and I thought was cancer-free.  She went into hospital for tests and something happened with her heart and they had to stop the test.  The next I heard, she was going to Hospice.  Well, she didn't even make it there.

Another sewing acquaintance, Mavis, went into the hospital to have a part of her bowel/intestines removed and had a heart attack on the table.  At home, she was very weak.  So much so that she passed away unexpectedly.  WHAT is happening at these hospitals?  My thoughts.

Did any of you watch the end of The Good Wife?  What a way to end a series.  I know the slap to  Alicia was because she talked the other one into having her husband testify loosely about bullet ballistics.  But come on.

And, what about this John Snow guy on Game of Thrones?  What is that all about?  Is he dead or alive?  I don't have HBO and don't have a clue as to what is going on.

Have to go for now.  Later gator.




Tuesday, May 10, 2016

SEWLY CREATED

My blog name is Sewly Created. I had a small machine embroidery business for a time It didn't last long because it became too much work.  A commercial machine is what was needed, and I had a home machine.

Living in Sun City Grand is a nice place.  I like belonging to the sewing club.  The room has articles for seven different genres:  Sewing, machine embroidery, quilting, needle-based hobbies, weaving, beading, and sewing garments for the less fortunate children in the area.  The club also makes lap quilts for women with breast cancer at our local hospital.   At one time, we made Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls for the children.

I joined the computer club.  It had many computers and a machine that placed VCR tapes onto CDs.  They taught classes for us, senior citizens.  The club also had sub-clubs under their umbrella:  Photography, genealogy, and writing memoirs.  I was in the latter, like writing stories, poetry, etc.  I have composed so many poems/odes; they need a place to live.  It would be nice to have them finalized and put into a booklet.  I don't know if my children will be interested in having them or not.  I also did a lot of genealogy about my parents' lives.

2019 and I'm on the Move

After many trials and tribulations, as they say, I finally convinced my husband to leave our home in Surprise, AZ, and move into a senior independent community practically next door to where we were.  The next town over, Sun City West.  By living here, the establishment pays our fees to join all recreation centers in Sun City West. That will be great for me.  They have sewing, quilting, and machine embroidery clubs. I have found no one in this independent living place that does any one of them.  We have now been here for a month and getting adjusted.

Our living room, small kitchen, baths, and my husband's bedroom are in order.  On the other hand, my bedroom is still, and will probably continue to be, in utter chaos.  It is wall-to-wall furniture. I donated my king-size bed and bought a twin bed to keep my sewing cabinet, thread chest, cutting table, computer table, hutch, and printer cabinet.  All this includes a high-priced office chair for the computer area and a chair for the sewing cabinet so that I can sit at the embroidery machine in comfort.

Now the question is, where is my machine, thread, hoops, fabric, etc.  (smile).  Of course, it is in my small walk-in closet.  This is packed wall to wall with bins of fabric, stabilizer, books, sprays, quilt batting, backings, rulers, and cutting mats.  Where do I hang my clothes, do you ask?

I cannot find the top of my sewing cabinet as it holds the wall hangings that I don't know where to hang.  I like them and don't want to give anymore to Good Will and Salvation Army. We've already given away my entire bedroom set, jewelry armoire, all vases, and oil paintings; our entire den of very nice furniture and wall hangings; Brother and Janome sewing machines, and brand new carrying cases for them and embroidery arm, boxes of threads and bobbins.  My friends also walked away with plenty of loot and all my beading material, counted cross stitch, scrapbooking, oil and acrylic painting items, including 2 easels. Attempted selling the furniture and the local establishments stated our furniture was too old and colors were outdated.

Most of my kitchen supplies were also done away with.  They would not fit into the cabinets where we moved. Also, 3 meals a day are being served. The food has a lot to be desired.  Muffins, cookies, and ice cream are good things.  Ordering from the menu that is available daily is the best bet most of the time.   The salad bar is my favorite, along with breakfast for the oatmeal and fresh fruit.

Activities are planned daily for the residents, so no one can say they have nothing to do.  Transportation is available for those needing rides to doctor's appointments, etc.  Certain days are set aside for shopping.  A bus takes residents to 3 different stores in a day so they can shop.

My sister moved into one also in Jacksonville, FL.  Her's has a buy-in and monthly fee and is much nicer than ours.  She has a dishwasher, microwave, garbage disposal, nice refrigerator with ice maker, range with flat cooking top.  I have none of those.  I feel that I am back in the '50s and '60s, but I don't have to cook!!!! (smile)  The cleaning lady comes by once a  week to do linens and clean baths and kitchen and do floors and dust.  That's mostly a laugh.  She does bedding and makes up the bed.  I don't let her touch mine.  I mentioned towels.  She tells me if they're not too many.  She wipes up kitchen and bathroom floors and cleans toilets.  When it comes to the tub in my bathroom, I feel the tub's bottom the 1st week, full of dust and grit.  I couldn't use it as the shower plunger didn't work. I can tell that mirrors are smudged.  If she thinks I keep sinks and counters clean, she doesn't touch them.  Vacuuming, she makes a feeble effort.  Will not pick up a throw rug but vacuums around it.  Dusting--they are not allowed to touch personal belongings.  Well, they don't even dust around the belongings, and right in front of you.  Yikes!  I had a cleaning lady in the other house every 2 weeks because of a bad back, surgeries on both shoulders, arthritis in both hands, etc., now I have to do it all; but I don't have to cook.

My husband sold his car, so we have one car now.  I didn't drive much, but now I really won't drive without an appointment because my hubby goes out most days to a  fitness center as the machines here have a lot to be desired.  Did I say he hates it here and takes it out on me every day?

I am now 78, and he will be 87 in May.  Ain't the golden years grand—Bah humbug.
My sister lost her husband on Jan. 8th of this year.  He had Parkinson's.  Bless his soul.  He is out of pain.  She is not well herself and ran herself into the grounds caring for him. Most of their savings are gone now, spent for his care.  She sold her home to be closer to him and having to pay for two residences anyway.  She also wanted to be closer to her son in case something did happen to her hubby.  The house sold just in time.  Glad she has a nice place, be it small.  She also had to give up most of her things and lost many of them in the move as she let someone else pack for her.

Signing off and hoping for a nap.

The Bobbyn Robbyn




CHILLY ARIZONA

It's been a while since my last posting. I've taken a Creative Writing course and have written a few pieces and a couple of poems. I've also had 5 dental implants done to anchor a lower denture. It's been nothing but problems since October 20, which is my grandson's birthday. I don't know if I'd recommend the procedure after what I've been through.


I've been writing a type of biography with stories my dad told us throughout the years. Wanted something on paper to pass down through the family. The facts are true, but I've taken poetic license to make the stories more interesting. I did research on the internet to gather facts about the era and embellished to make the story more interesting. Now my children want to know how much is me and how much is their grandfather. Guess I'll have to do a prologue and write 'just the facts' and let everyone know that the stories are a reconstitution of the truth as I see it. Nothing is ever easy with family.


I like to sew, machine embroider, and quilt. Been suffering with depression this past year and haven't done any of it. Yesterday, I finally got the bug and did some digitizing to create a logo for our local machine embroidery club and then actually sewed it out about 5 times to get the kinks out and then embroidered a moose onto a sweatshirt for me for the holidays. It has a peppermint candy cane in its mouth and an ornament hanging from its antler. Not too Christmassy.


Since it's chilly here once again, I needed a sweatshirt to wear.


Andee in AZ

THE BEGINNING

Jim and I got married, bought a property in Arizona, sold our homes in the Midwest, retired from our jobs, and moved to the Southwest all in one year. WOW! What an undertaking. Then within that following year, I lost both my son and father. My mom had already passed in 1978.


I still have two great daughters and four grandsons. One daughter is in Florida and one is in Colorado. My one and only sister is in Florida also, as is her son.


After hearing about this past winter in the Midwest, am glad to be living in the Southwest. Surely do not miss the ice, snow and freezing temps. My hubby's family is still there as is an aunt of mine and a few cousins.

MORE RAMBLINGS

WOW!  It's been six years since I've been to this site.  A lot has happened in that time period.  I've had shoulder surgery and about to have surgery on the other one.  Bummer!  Just as I was getting back into machine embroidery.

My hubby had back surgery last October and he is practically crippled.  His legs hurt so badly, it is difficult for him to walk.

I live in a senior retirement community and it has a lot to offer residents.  My favorite is the Sewing department.  It has seven divisions:  sewing, quilting, machine embroidery, needle work, weaving, and Community Service.    The Community Service group make clothes for children in the area, small quilts, stuffed toys, tote bags for their moms, and more.  We also do quilts for ladies that have had breast cancer.  A friend and I enjoy doing quilts for the Caring Quilts department.

I am a great grandma for the first time.  My oldest grandson and his wife had a baby girl in March.  Her name is Madison.  They live in Florida.  I crocheted a knot stitch sacquѐ
and baby afghan for her.  The couple is looking for a house to accommodate the increase in the family.  GGD is just adorable.

Used to belong to a writing club called "Compose Yourself."  Haven't joined in a few years as my desire to write has waned.  I did go over a piece that I had written earlier, called 'A Mouse in the House."  It is narrated by a mouse, so to speak, and tells of my family as we grew up in  IN.

My goal has been to take my short stories and put them together into a book for my children along with the poems that I wrote, but with my depression, nothing is getting done.  Medication doesn't seem to help and along with that insomnia.  I am not a spring chicken by any means.

Jim, my husband, had a brother who had Alzheimer's and he passed away in December 2015.  I'm now concerned about my hubby having memory problems or it's the pain medication that he's on that's befuddling his brain. (Thank goodness we found that his doc was overmedicating him.)

My sister had open heart surgery (quadruple by-pass) a few years back and then had to have a pace maker put in.  She is younger than I.  She also has diabetes and pernicious anemia.  As if that isn't enough for her to deal with, her husband has now been diagnosed with Parkinson's. (He passed away Jan 8 2019.)

My one daughter, who lives in Florida, has diabetes and had blood clots in her legs that migrated into her lungs. That warranted a hospitalization; and a cyst on her ovary the size of a grapefruit; also hernia from lifting when she managed one of the McDonalds in FL.    The eldest daughter in Colorado, had Psoriatic arthritis, Celiac disease, IBS, etc. and a former friend of "Bill."  She was quite heavy and has lost 100 pounds mainly due to her illness with stomach and bowels.  She was hospitalized twice.  Something had perforated her stomach.  Then she experienced some bleeding and had to go back for more surgery.

I am not the healthiest person, but I thank God that I have not had to deal with all that.  My daughters are too young to deal with all that. I have had my share of surgeries throughout my life though.

A cousin of mine, who lived in Michigan, died in December 2014, without a will.  His parents are deceased, he never married and has no children.  There were ten (10) heirs on his mother's side of the family to get a portion of the inheritance and ninety-eight (98) heirs on his father's side of the family.  Wouldn't you know that is the side I'm on?  My grandmother was married twice.  Her first husband died of diphtheria circa 1899 along with a boy and girl, all within six (6) months of one another.

Between the two husbands, she had twelve children.  Her second husband, my grandfather, had been married before and had one son.  Now can you imagine how many heirs come from this large family?  All of the original siblings are deceased.  The next generation; there are two, sister and I on my dad's side, and on Bailey's side, two are left on the half-brother's/sister's.  The rest are filtered down to their children and their children's children, ergo ninety-eight (98).

I tell you, we had one heck of a mess locating all of them.  On top of that, we had to provide birth and death certificates for everyone deceased and marriage licenses/certificates, divorces for all of my dad's brothers and sister; whole and half.  Also certificates for my grandparents.  This got rather costly and a lot of digging on Ancestry.com.  It was a benefit in one way, as getting the diagnoses of the causes of death has helped in gathering information for family history.  Also aided me in filing out our family tree.

We are now coming to the end of the trials regarding this matter.  Hallelujah.  I didn't envy the appointed administrator to the estate.  He had one large headache.

Enough rambling for this evening....see you on the flip flop.