Combining themes: "P-C always listens to his monkey."
"Goofus yells at his monkey until it goes away."
Oliver ,'Conviction (1)'
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Combining themes: "P-C always listens to his monkey."
"Goofus yells at his monkey until it goes away."
"P-C always listens to his monkey."
"Goofus yells at his monkey until it goes away."Heh.
Cat on chest led to posting before I planned. At least I will know what a heart attack feels like.
CASS!!!!!
2006 had to give me one more kick on the way out.
My grandfather went back in the hospital Saturday because he broke his leg again. He then got pneumonia, which they were waiting for to clear up before pinning the leg.
I went to see him on Christmas day before heading back to Dallas. He looked pretty bad, black and blue and just really...small. However, when he woke up to talk to me he was coherent. Asked about Dallas and Mr. Jane. He told me I'm pretty and that I "make an old man proud." When the nurse came in to ask him if he wanted his bath, she had to lean in, because he's hard of hearing. When she turned to get the stuff for his bath, he said, "Dammit! I thought you was gonna kiss me!"
My cousin called to let me know that his kidneys are failing. They're not going to do dialysis or bother to set his leg. He's not going to go back down to the lake from the hospital.
My grandparents raised me during summers and vacations. Grandandy taught me how to hook a worm, fish and scale a fish. He made the best teacakes on the planet, and was even in the newspaper for it. I was his favorite, and my cousins would always send me to ask him if we could use the good wood for our tree houses and other projects, if he'd take us fishing, or make us buttermilk buiscits in the morning. He decided to move down to the lake after he retired from being a Louisiana State trooper (though he'd also worked the rigs in the Gulf), and announced to my grandmother he was moving down to Toledo Bend and she was welcome to come. His uniform was light blue or tan Dickies and he is a rabid LSU fan and used to escort the coaches off the field.
I'm trying to come to grips with it. 96 is a long time to have lived, and they were really good years.
Cat on chest led to posting before I planned. At least I will know what a heart attack feels like.
Like being felt up by a cat?
(see? even SPP can't alway find the obvious pussy joke)
Hey, bug!
I just had to chase Kittenish down to remove a purple bandage from her leg. Vets shouldn't put dark purple bandage wraps on dark black cats. Because I fail to notice them for a couple of days.
{{{Daisy Jane}}} I'm so sorry, hon. You all are in my thoughts. Much ~ma headed your way.
Oh Daisy! Oh how awful. I'm so sorry.
{{{DJ}}}. He sounds wonderful. Peaceful thoughts to you all.
Awww, Daisy, I remember your stories about those summers.
But you know that sounds like a life well lived. And well loved.