Early November

Bernie would not like this Cubs in the World Series business. He would be getting a lot of grief from his buddies at the bar. So much, in fact, that he would NOT even go to the bar. Chicago baseball in November wow. I admit I have been checking in on the game, game sevens are hard to resist no matter who is playing. But I'm not rooting for them. I am my father's daughter after all!

What has been going on around here. Hmmm. Still looking for a job here in town.  I really do not want to drive out of town, but I suppose it might come to that . . . eventually.  I've been picking up some hours at the courthouse processing mail-in ballots. I like working at the election. And I will be glad when it is over. I do not like talking politics with my friends. Some of their thoughts surprise the hell out of me.  Even shock me. And not in a good way. And how about the friend who told me "You are welcome!" for the health insurance? What does one make of that? Two words come to mind. Yes, those two. Sometimes thoughts are best kept in your head. Or shoved way far up your ass.

In other happenings Mom's 79th birthday is coming up. We found out at her last doctor's appointment that her arm is not healing. Doc said it could still turn out OK, the bones could form some sort of connection, and if it does not there are things that can be done. We go back in January to see how things are going. She finished up all her therapy and I have to wonder if all that therapy on a broken elbow was warranted.

Dad used to have a heated mattress pad and he loved it. I got mom one for her birthday and she loves it too. She likes to be toasty warm, and it feels good on her arm. We'll probably take a ride to John's for a birthday lunch for her (I guess I better tell him that!), but not this weekend. He has a big fundraiser for work, and I might just take a ride over. It's a fun one, Food for Thought, and the chili cook-off is hard to resist.

This balmy weather in November is crazy. Still ripping up the garden and pulling down morning glories and washing windows, all the fall stuff. Hard to believe Thanksgiving is nearly here.

I did  a new thing this week. I donated platelets. I have donated blood before, but not platelets. I didn't know much about it, but last time I was donating I asked about this man hooked up to this machine. The nurse told me it takes like two hours or more so a lot of people don't have (or take) the time. Well time I got and I had quite a high platelet count and they were able "to do a triple". I guess that is good.  I had a friend that I ran around with in grade school, then again in middle school, then again in high school. There wasn't a time when we weren't friends, but we didn't always run around together, and after she got married we didn't really talk much or see each other much, but were always friendly, you know how it goes. You don't forget childhood friends like that. I used to hang out at her house all the time, we had a lot of fun and good times and laughs, lots of them. Leukemia got her, only 54 years old. It was weird to go to the wake, because her siblings were so much older than she was, they didn't know me, and I don't know her husband that well, and the only ones who really knew how much fun we had was just us and her mom, and she is gone too. So now it is just me.  Last time we talked she was in remission but it must have come back in a very bad way. So I donated platelets and I have an appointment to do it again next month too.

I will end this cheery post with a couple of photos, and dang, the Cubs are up 3-1   . . .

Mom enjoying the nice fall weather. See that glove on her hand? She got that at therapy. Cost $238. Not covered by insurance. Crazy.

Midge supervising the fall cleaning. She is a real stickler.