Archive for May 8th, 2009
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05.08.09
Have a Laugh
Update on Aunt Louise. She is back to being very weak. Today she complained that everyone was coming to visit her and she just could not take it any longer. Then she pointed to a blouse and said that she wanted to wear that when she died. And to top it off, she sent her daughter home! Told her, I am here in hospice and with you and everyone visiting, the nurses are not doing their job of taking care of me. Praying she does get a bit better and stays with all of us a bit longer.
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05.08.09
Went to Des Moines Yesterday
Aunt Louise told her daughter yesterday that she had to see Becky and Joe now. So her daughter called us and said we were summoned to be at her bedside asap. That she was just laying there weak. So off we went, expecting the worst. Got there and her daughter and a friend of hers were talking to Aunt Louise, but Aunt Louise was just laying there, whispering now and again. Anyways, when the friend left, I got to Aunt Louise to hug and kiss her. Her eyes opened up wide and she grabbed me and told me she was happy to see me. Then of course miss get out of the way as us women have to talk pushed me out of the way. From then on, Aunt Louis was talking and doing good. The nurse popped in and talked to her and us for a bit, gave her a pill and got her some fresh water and ice. Aunt Louise told him, there is a box of chocolate right there, get some. Yes, she told us that she had to have a box of chocolates handy to bribe the nurses! LOL…funny as heck.
Close to dinner, her daughter asked if she wanted some rice pudding warmed up and Aunt Louise said no, she was tired of pudding all the time. So the daughter checked the menu and asked if Aunt Louise wanted a pork chop, green beans, apricots, etc. Aunt Louise said yes, she would try to eat some. So shortly they brought her the food and my wife cut a small portion of the pork chop as Aunt Louise could not cut it, though she tried. Anyways, she ate about half the pork chop, and everything else (not the apricots as she said she did not feel like sweet). Plus drank a glass of buttermilk (wife said she is the only person she knows who always drank buttermilk) and a cup of coffee. Having that food, the most she has eaten in almost a week, livened her up and she was just like the Aunt Louise I loved to talk with.
Eventually though, after her daughter went home to do a few chores and then came back (she did bring a bag full of rhubarb she cut for my wife), we said goodbye and left to come back home. Did stop at El Rodeo for mexican food for our dinner.
Do believe she asked for us as her grandson had left in the morning to fly back to California and she was quite sad about that. So we did make her happy and she was smiling and laughing. Good to see her do that!
Why do scientists always use yeast in their experiments? – By Christopher Beam – Slate Magazine
Titian (1485-1576 ) was the leading painter of the 16th-century Venetian school of the Italian Renaissance. He was born in Pieve di Cadore, near Belluno (in Veneto), in the Republic of Venice. Recognized by his contemporaries as “the sun amidst small stars” (recalling the famous final line of Dante’s Paradiso), Titian was one of the most versatile of Italian painters, equally adept with portraits, landscape backgrounds, and mythological and religious subjects. His painting methods, particularly in the application and use of colour, would exercise a profound influence not only on painters of the Italian Renaissance, but on future generations of Western art. more from wikipedia »
Titian Gallery (1485-1576 ) | Art Browser
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The two ladies were sitting in the living room, waiting for their hostess, who was slightly delayed. The daughter of the family was with them, on the theory that she would keep the visitors occupied during the wait.The child was about six years old, snub nosed, freckled, buck-toothed and bespectacled. She maintained a deep silence and the two ladies peered doubtfully at her.
Finally, one of them muttered to the other, “Not very p-r-e-t-t-y, I fear,” carefully spelling the key word.
Whereupon the child piped up, “But awfully s-m-a-r-t!”
