It's been
Just over a week since I went to the 4H conference in Lexington, KY. I went on Thursday because I had signed up for a couple of off-campus classes (and was actually accepted to them both - it was kind of a race because spaces were definitely limited for those classes). The extra classes I signed up for were metal pouring and pot-throwing, so yeah, art classes, and definitely fun.
Just confirms what I've figured - that I'd like to do more artsy things.
Anyway, the 4H conference was pretty good. We (M, her daughter, L and I) shared a room at a nice hotel overlooking "Triangle Park" in Lexington. Rupp Arena is right there, if you're familiar with the area. Our hotel looked at Rupp.
I took a variety of other classes besides the two off-site, including two classes on insects (one with dead bugs, one with living ones: Madagascar hissing cockroaches), a photography class, three dog classes, a "how to attract kids to your club" class, and one on community service. The convention itself fed us three times, breakfast on Friday, which was very nice and more of a buffet style, then a banquet Friday evening, which was served and our meals included a salad with nuts and some incredible creamy cheese, cream of mushroom soup (which sadly had the texture and taste of gravy, and no one at my table liked it), filet mignon, a crag cake, and loaded mashed potatoes, and for dessert, a huge hunk of cheesecake, either caramel or peanut butter (I got to sample both). And a lot of awards. Saturday, we didn't get breakfast but we were served lunch which included another salad with craisins, sweet roasted nuts, and a sweet-flavored raspberry dressing, Moroccan chicken, crispy green beans, new baby potatoes, and either a strawberry or chocolate layer cake. As it was raining terribly on Saturday, we didn't get to do any wandering around, and couldn't drive by any of the horse farms or anything, so we lit out for home.
On Thursday, since I was about three hours early for my class, I wound up walking around a bit and finding an antique store in a repurposed church - the stained glass was all in place, but there were antiques everywhere, and there was a tiny restaurant in the back of the church, which we all went back to on Friday for lunch and had some yummy food (I had French onion soup and a half-a-salad, both of which were incredible).
Saturday night, we hit Evansville around 8:30 and Mom had to get up and open the door so we could come inside. She fell then, hitting her head, both knees, and her side somehow on the way down. We got her up and she said she was fine. I checked on her on and off during the night and she seemed okay.
Work, well, nothing happened at work. Valentine's day, I passed out kid's penny cards to everyone (Star Wars, this year!) and heard all sorts of appreciative things. M brought Mom and me a box of home-made turtle candies.
Friday, I took Rogue for her usual walk, came back to the house, and Mom was in the bathroom, getting ready to wash her face. I passed her to go into my room and heard a crash. Before I could even ask what happened, there was a thump and I turned around to see Mom on the floor in the hallway. She'd fallen through the open doorway of the bathroom, managing to miss hitting anything on her way down. She managed to scoot herself to the couch as she didn't want me to help her get up (she was too dizzy) and levered herself up onto the couch. And then from there, she eventually got to her chair with help from me and her walker.
She sent me on to work and I stayed for three hours and came back home. I gave Mom a choice -call your doctor for an appointment or let's go to the E.R. We wound up going to the E.R., got there around 11:30, and wound up hanging out there until nearly 6:30. The hospital was overrun with cases that day, and while they knew they wanted Mom to be admitted, they didn't have any beds. While we waited in an E.R. room, they rang various tests and found out she had a (healed) fractured disk in her spine, did x-rays on her arm (despite her saying, "This bruise is from last week and this arm doesn't hurt), and of course, did copious amounts of blood work.
She's still dizzy and still in the hospital today (Sunday) but they may (probably will) let her go home tomorrow.
Here in the neighborhood, our neighbor, Marilyn, was told by her daughter she had to move out of her house (two doors down from us) so her daughter's son could move back in. Those of you who are long-time readers of my page might remember him as Buddy's owner. The druggie? The one with the very expensive car and no job? Well, he set fire to his last house by trying to light a fire in a fake fireplace and he's been living in a hotel room with his now-girlfriend (his wife divorced him years ago and took custody of the kids). So the daughter decided Matt needed to move back into the house where he'd lived before...
And we all cheered when he left. And Marilyn was such a sweet woman. I really liked her.
Now we get to deal with traffic at all hours with cars that make waaaaay too much boom-box noises on our quiet street, with fights in the yard, with robberies...
Yeah, all of us are just thrilled Matt's coming back.
This time, we're calling the cops any time anything happens. Any. Time. We're not putting up with him any more. It's been too nice these past two years without him here in the neighborhood.
So, that's the current story.
Just confirms what I've figured - that I'd like to do more artsy things.
Anyway, the 4H conference was pretty good. We (M, her daughter, L and I) shared a room at a nice hotel overlooking "Triangle Park" in Lexington. Rupp Arena is right there, if you're familiar with the area. Our hotel looked at Rupp.
I took a variety of other classes besides the two off-site, including two classes on insects (one with dead bugs, one with living ones: Madagascar hissing cockroaches), a photography class, three dog classes, a "how to attract kids to your club" class, and one on community service. The convention itself fed us three times, breakfast on Friday, which was very nice and more of a buffet style, then a banquet Friday evening, which was served and our meals included a salad with nuts and some incredible creamy cheese, cream of mushroom soup (which sadly had the texture and taste of gravy, and no one at my table liked it), filet mignon, a crag cake, and loaded mashed potatoes, and for dessert, a huge hunk of cheesecake, either caramel or peanut butter (I got to sample both). And a lot of awards. Saturday, we didn't get breakfast but we were served lunch which included another salad with craisins, sweet roasted nuts, and a sweet-flavored raspberry dressing, Moroccan chicken, crispy green beans, new baby potatoes, and either a strawberry or chocolate layer cake. As it was raining terribly on Saturday, we didn't get to do any wandering around, and couldn't drive by any of the horse farms or anything, so we lit out for home.
On Thursday, since I was about three hours early for my class, I wound up walking around a bit and finding an antique store in a repurposed church - the stained glass was all in place, but there were antiques everywhere, and there was a tiny restaurant in the back of the church, which we all went back to on Friday for lunch and had some yummy food (I had French onion soup and a half-a-salad, both of which were incredible).
Saturday night, we hit Evansville around 8:30 and Mom had to get up and open the door so we could come inside. She fell then, hitting her head, both knees, and her side somehow on the way down. We got her up and she said she was fine. I checked on her on and off during the night and she seemed okay.
Work, well, nothing happened at work. Valentine's day, I passed out kid's penny cards to everyone (Star Wars, this year!) and heard all sorts of appreciative things. M brought Mom and me a box of home-made turtle candies.
Friday, I took Rogue for her usual walk, came back to the house, and Mom was in the bathroom, getting ready to wash her face. I passed her to go into my room and heard a crash. Before I could even ask what happened, there was a thump and I turned around to see Mom on the floor in the hallway. She'd fallen through the open doorway of the bathroom, managing to miss hitting anything on her way down. She managed to scoot herself to the couch as she didn't want me to help her get up (she was too dizzy) and levered herself up onto the couch. And then from there, she eventually got to her chair with help from me and her walker.
She sent me on to work and I stayed for three hours and came back home. I gave Mom a choice -call your doctor for an appointment or let's go to the E.R. We wound up going to the E.R., got there around 11:30, and wound up hanging out there until nearly 6:30. The hospital was overrun with cases that day, and while they knew they wanted Mom to be admitted, they didn't have any beds. While we waited in an E.R. room, they rang various tests and found out she had a (healed) fractured disk in her spine, did x-rays on her arm (despite her saying, "This bruise is from last week and this arm doesn't hurt), and of course, did copious amounts of blood work.
She's still dizzy and still in the hospital today (Sunday) but they may (probably will) let her go home tomorrow.
Here in the neighborhood, our neighbor, Marilyn, was told by her daughter she had to move out of her house (two doors down from us) so her daughter's son could move back in. Those of you who are long-time readers of my page might remember him as Buddy's owner. The druggie? The one with the very expensive car and no job? Well, he set fire to his last house by trying to light a fire in a fake fireplace and he's been living in a hotel room with his now-girlfriend (his wife divorced him years ago and took custody of the kids). So the daughter decided Matt needed to move back into the house where he'd lived before...
And we all cheered when he left. And Marilyn was such a sweet woman. I really liked her.
Now we get to deal with traffic at all hours with cars that make waaaaay too much boom-box noises on our quiet street, with fights in the yard, with robberies...
Yeah, all of us are just thrilled Matt's coming back.
This time, we're calling the cops any time anything happens. Any. Time. We're not putting up with him any more. It's been too nice these past two years without him here in the neighborhood.
So, that's the current story.