It was a quick trip to Mom, 4 days. Packed a lot into the time. POA shift, moved Mom on to hospice, need a new hospital bed – motor died (made do with a log and seat cushion to change the angles for Mom), attempted to get quality WiFi (need a new router), attempted to get the gardens/yard into some semblance of order (including picking up 15 cigarette butts on the driveway from a caregiver – what is wrong with people. Are they born in a barn? We have a cigarette repository out there.), maintenance man/snow removal man is no longer working – looking for help (Note his kid moved away and they no longer need to store his classic car in the garage…hmmm? Maybe that had something to do with being unavailable…), cleaned the odd places in the house and the upstairs as best as possible.
Grocery shopped at night and saw ⇑⇑⇑ the MOON!
It’s Full this Evening. Don’t forget to shake your wallet at the Moon!
And think of dievca flying home late tonight. XO
The 4th of July parade was such a big deal in dievca’s hometown. People dressed up, bands played, Veterans marched.
Is it still like that in small towns?
NYC may have a parade…dievca is not sure. she’s never looked it up or gone to watch. What she really misses is the Beer and Bratwurst Tent that the Lions Club sponsored for the weekend – their bratwursts were pork.
(Is the corn knee-high by the 4th of July? If yes – its a good crop year)
In the evening of the 4th, you would sit almost under the fireworks offered at the local High School Soccer fields. It was social, yet – intimate. dievca felt like she was a part of the Earth and the Universe.
Something to ponder.
So, dievca’s hometown did host a parade and fireworks this year, but the Brat Tent is on hold until 2022…
Here it is!
Always a problem with a rental car~
Photos: dievca Midwest 05/2021
Photo: dievca, Mom’s Yard 05/2021
Can’t visit the Midwest without shoveling~
In this case, ice.
It was sleet, then fluffy snow, then hail, then sleet, ending up rain which froze on the driveway.
dievca just happened be wearing the appropriate coat to handle all of the choices Mother Nature decided to share – a recent purchase to take the place of three down coats:
It dried and puffed up nicely in the dryer and was ready for snow blowing 4-inches the following morning.
Gardening or snow removal – dievca’s available for hire. 🙄
dievca’s Dad had a High School kid who would help him around the house, that kid has since graduated from college. But, he would still visit her Dad and help when he could before Dad died. dievca looked in the garage and saw a rebuilt Corvette being stored in one stall. It’s the kid’s and he must have asked dievca’s brother to store it. No problem.
So, what is dievca’s Mom getting in return?
Driveway snow clearing services — but notably this morning at 6:00 am it is not the kid clearing the drive, it’s his Dad….
Photos: dievca Midwest 12/2020
So maybe your back hurts
Sweat is dripping between your breasts
Insects are buzzing around your moist upper lip
Dirt is ground into your nails
High heels can irritate your back
Glitter lotion can cause your cleavage to shine
Lip plumper inflames your lips
Nail polish can hide messy nails
You would be in the same position body-wise and look a heck of a lot better, but….
you would be missing the natural glow gardening gives to a body and soul.
dievca’s hands are in the dirt!
Actually, the rental car is new and running very well.
Travel across was very easy.
Packing food was a good idea and I’d like to give a “shout” out to Ohio for the best rest stops.
Clean, spacious — amazing.
BTW – gasoline prices ranged from $1.99 to $1.15 per gallon – east to west.
Something interesting to note – the further away from NYC, the more lax people are about COVID-19.
Yes, it makes sense when your area has 180 deaths versus the 13,168 in NYC.
But seeing 65+-year-olds without masks and gloves in a Wal-Mart really stressed me out.
BTW – it was confirmed post-mortem that Dad’s death was not COVID-19.
Why do the test?
So, the Hospice nurses who neglected Dad would come back for Mom’s appointments.
still salty bout that
As for my Mom?
My Mom has blown through the stages of Grief and is getting ready to blow through them, again.
She is eating and sleeping well, for me at least.
Yesterday would have been Mom and Dad’s 66th Wedding Anniversary.
OK – as you read this, I am back in the car – starting Day 2 of the return trip.
1st – there was no caffeinated coffee in the house.
6:30 am coffee run and grocery store K-cup caffeinated coffee purchase.
2nd – the K-cup machine does 8 oz. as the largest amount.
8 oz. doesn’t fit in Mom’s “normal” cups, 8 oz. does fit in the “Nana” cup.
Mmmm, I am not a Nana and will not ever have the chance to biologically be a Nana …
I am a Grand Aunt, though. One who likes to play WrestleMania, steamroller, drop the clothespins into a milk jug and other hands-on games. Talk about high energy and rejuvenation! Kids share so much Joy.
And if the kids call me, “Nana” instead of “Aunt dievca” – excellent! My Mom is a fabulous Nana and if I slide into her shoes seamlessly, all the better.
You can call me “Nana” when I’ve got the coffee cup in hand.
But my grandnephews and grandnieces can call me “Nana” anytime!
Dreaming back to a gentle moment in NYC because…
after getting off the plane in the Midwest, I was off to the races!
- Urgent Care immediately upon arrival for Mom (non-emergency, something that needs to be watched)
- Feeding Tube Prep, Meds grinding/dilution (My brother needed a weekend off)
- Heard some stories 4 times already (no clue he told me = short-term memory wipe. Told well)
- Apparently my Father imposed on some Friends who have relatives in from the Czech Republic, he insisted on them bringing them over. Ages 10-17 with their Mother, ummm, at 9 am. Yeah, Dad gets up at 9.
- No food to offer them, 10 pm grocery run.
- Music band playing until midnight across the lake, an accordion involved.
- Serious Thunder Boomers at 2 am, spectacular, loud, scary and a tree went down in the yard.
- Having coffee before we are off to the races!
Hope your weekend is rolling along in a gentle way. My 18 hours is…rockin’!
Flying in, I hear that the anti-seizure drip kicked in – much better than having to make a breathing tube decision. Especially when your Dad emphatically stated “no tubes”…
I arrive and drive straight to the hospital. It’s 9:30 pm on a Saturday in the Midwest, the emergency room is almost empty and I have to wander through a labyrinth to find the Neuro ICU.
…arriving to someone who can open his eyes and someone who can’t get their words out, but knows where the toilet is and gets the message across clearly by sliding to the edge of the bed, then stands/walks (shuffles) with moderate+ help and does the bm business well in a semi-private mode. (my Dad will kill himself not to use a pan, apparently) Things are looking up!
It reminds me of M being sick and being so happy when he had a moment, too. It’s a basic action in Life that sets the tune for self-care in sickness and in health.
non-sexual gratification via scat
Now, as I look out on 6+ inches (15.2 cm) of new snow and drinking coffee, I’m devising a plan for getting my Mom “with it”.
Argh! I just realized it’s still snowing. OMG, my Dad still has my snowblower from when I lived in the Midwest. Time to ask for neighborly help with clearing the driveway.
dievca’s reference to “scat play” is something she and Master are not into – but BM’s are a part of our health and something dievca is learning to be fascinated with in regards to health….a fact of a healthy Life.
If you were curious about scat play in regards to BDSM, here’s information via Wiki:
Coprophilia (from Greek κόπρος, kópros—excrement and φιλία, philía—liking, fondness), also called scatophilia or scat (Greek: σκατά, skatá-feces),
is the paraphilia involving sexual arousal and pleasure from feces. In the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM), published by the American Psychiatric Association, it is classified under 302.89 – Paraphilia NOS (Not Otherwise Specified) and has no diagnostic criteria other than a general statement about paraphilias that says “the diagnosis is made if the behavior, sexual urges, or fantasies cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning”. Furthermore, the DSM-IV-TR notes, “Fantasies, behaviors, or objects are paraphilic only when they lead to clinically significant distress or impairment (e.g. are obligatory, result in sexual dysfunction, require participation of non-consenting people, lead to legal complications, interfere with social relationships)”.
Although there may be no connection between coprophilia and sadomasochism (SM), the limited data on the former comes from studies of the latter. A study of 164 men in Finland from two SM clubs found that 18.2% had engaged in coprophilia; 3% as a sadist, 6.1% as a masochist, and 9.1% as both. 18% of heterosexuals and 17% of homosexuals in the study pool had tried coprophilia, showing no statistically significant difference between heterosexuals and homosexuals. In a separate article analyzing 12 men who engaged in bestiality, an additional analysis of an 11-man subgroup revealed that 6 had engaged in coprophilic behavior, compared with only 1 in the matched control group consisting of 12 SM-oriented males who did not engage in bestiality.
Hello from the frigid Midwest. It’s cold. It was -32 F earlier.
Family, Dogs, Frank Lloyd Wright/Stickley Furniture. Nice.
Here’s the last view from NYC before leaving:
And, yes, dievca has her Kiehl’s on her face to battle the cold while wandering the land with the dogs. Catch up with y’all later. XO
There is an argument floating in the World about New Yorkers not being nice or kind. It’s not about being either of those two items – it’s about time. You may have heard the phrase “a New York minute” – that infers that one minute or 60 seconds for the World is actually 45 seconds in New York.
dievca is more than happy to stop and give you directions somewhere – but know where you are going and state the destination clearly. If you are going to go through the niceties and say “what a gorgeous day” or “can you suggest?” – dievca is outta there and on to her next gig.
But, if you just want directions – a quick hit. she’s your dievca and she might even walk you to the subway if it is on her way.
This changes when dievca is in the Midwest. she can say, “Hello” and she does. she will listen when you tell her that you were originally from Connecticut and you had a recent hospital stay. she understands that Sears is understaffed and is willing to help you set a new watch with the date/time for a gift while she waits in line. she will carry your stereo box out to the car because your upper body strength is gone and the guys in the back haven’t showed up. The two ladies were grateful and amazed. dievca was amazed, too.
What is the difference?
The experience caused dievca to think about businesses failing. Businesses not being able to get workers. There are jobs out there — people just don’t want them. Who wants to work at Sears? It’s going under. What about serving an older population who doesn’t shop online. Remember when the Bag Boy would help you carry your groceries? Sears didn’t have enough workers to help, so dievca helped. Physical customer service is needed with an older population.
What happens in areas of the country where the older population is dying and the houses, businesses, churches fall empty?
Witness dievca’s photos of a former Catholic Church which has been a brewery in Pennsylvania for 20 years when they consolidated three Churches in a 10 block radius. People donated for those stain glass windows and now they decorate a drinking establishment.
(Note: dievca saw mostly Irish names, so they might not mind…)
Who are the people who take the “undesirable” jobs (Sears, McDonald’s, cleaning pools, cleaning houses, elderly assistants, sanitation, etc.)
Who are the people who will move into poor and empty areas?
Who are the people who come with a dream to make their lives and the lives of their children better?
Hmmm, we went from time, to economic downturn, to social commentary.
And we have run out of time.