Rain it finally came...

After I was all done with this post last night we finally did receive our much needed rainfall.
You see, we were beginning to think we were the red-headed stepchild of the rest of Charlotte County Florida.
And so now the games begin, the rainy season in all its glory has officially begun here in the unincorporated non-city across the river from the true city River City AKA Punta Gorda, got that?
And yep, I suppose we are chopped liver since we rarely get our recognition or due in the publicity wars of known ability to the masses. When asked where Port Charlotte is I either say between Sarasota and Ft. Myers, or next door to Punta Gorda, and then people say, oh alright.

It appears that we are the forgotten ones when it comes to the fame of the area; sure we have the Charlotte County Sandcrabs that are our local baseball team that play at our stadium, across from our county fairgrounds, north of our home, down Route 776 going west, which is in the realm of Port Charlotte a non-city. And oh yes I nearly forgot we do have the one true indoor mall at Murdock Circle and it is one of those Simon Malls, called The Town Center Mall; what a misnomer geographically incorrect when we are neither a town or the center of one! Englewood, Lemon Bay, which are west and north of us and others that are east and south of us in other areas in our county are considered non-incorporated and so we are of the moniker of non-cities…After nearly twenty-five years, this August 19th, I still don’t understand any of that!
We do not have a mayor, but Punta Gorda does but it is also governed by a council, where they might take turns being the mayor if they care to, I think? Although the one they have currently seems to commit quite a bit of controversy on occasion with his own neighbor wars making the local news and papers. I guess he is not my problem since I don’t live there, huh?
Although, for a short time of four years we did live in the fancy-pants city of Punta Gorda were we rented while waiting for our east coast home to sell. I still did not get it while we were a few of those city dwellers. This December we have been in this particular home thirteen years in Port Charlotte a what, non-city seems so wrong, but it is out third home that we owned in Florida, don’t forget we lived in Ormond Beach for nearly nine years and we owned two homes there and our restaurant too.

We do vote in all elections, but being northerners a bit longer we still have that mentality I suspect. There were villages, towns and cities, usually determined by populations.
We were never city dwellers, we were suburban dwellers but lived in towns with not very large populations and even one very tiny village of only a three hundred population called Bamber Lake where we actually did move from to come down to Florida back in that summer of 1986, here those same size ‘towns’ are considered cities here, how odd.
People think of New Jersey as mostly one city after another.
Why Hubby’s town that he grew up in had less than ten thousand people and still does to this day, Oradell. And my first home of Paramus that I remember was very large compared to his with twenty-five thousand I do believe, but when I moved to Emerson it was less than ten thousand too and think still is!
Even when we moved down the shore, first to Lakewood it was a big town to us I think its population was probably double of Paramus’s.
But our last stop as I said Bamber Lake was really only three hundred but part of Lacey Township which consisted of Forked River as well as Lanoka Harbor and in total I think was about twenty-five thousand but I am sure grown quite a bit since it had plenty of room to that being in the notorious Pine Barrens of New Jersey!

Oh why we were in the Pine Barrens, notorious, well first of all because of the Jersey Devil and then of course due to the so-called bodies being dumped all over them by, dare I say; THE MOB?

Yes, that was the mystique of our area, and yes there were bodies found periodically, but we never found any ourselves. But according to the news we were told that it was the bad killing the bad and so sympathy was not very common with those true stories every once in while on our nightly news that we got from New York or Philadelphia since when we lived there we were pretty much in the middle of both.
Just right, but don’t get me wrong we love Florida warts and all…we wouldn’t have stayed permanently all these years if we didn’t.
Heat, hurricanes, far from cultural centers,not including our arts center that are here on a smaller scale, of course, but its ours and our little piece of paradise or heaven, can’t beat our waterways, sunsets, sports, beaches and you name it we live where most envy and chose to go when they vacation!

On that thought of happiness of choices let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count your blessings and ask you to share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
And thanks for reading, OK?

Hubby's Result Show, So Far...

YES! I had made an escape today…with Hubby of course…
Wow, what an exhausting day and here I am not at all viral or germy or icky or sickly with any additional microorganisms so far.
We left the compound at exactly 10:45 A.M. for Hubby’s doctor’s follow up visit which was scheduled for 11:00 A.M. And yep that’s how close we live to the doctor’s office we got there with a couple of minutes to spare and that’s including Hubby putting my scooter together and us taking the elevator to the third floor and travel the winding corridors to the doctor’s new office! This was our second time there. The first time it was difficult for me to maneuver the longer never ending seemingly hallways. So that this time, since it was after all my first outing in weeks, we both felt it more advantageous to use my scooter and sure enough it was the right call.
Hubby’s doctor got his reports of all the tests on Hubby were all back and so far it appears that his adrenal glands showed an elevation in the blood work. And his chest was listened to and the doctor has warned of possibility of COPD which is the one in partnership/forefather of Emphysema. His echo ultrasound showed the beginnings pulmonary disease all due to the smoking. I do hope that Hubby finally will quit his smoking which he had done over a year ago but went back to with inhaling cigars, scary, he insists that two a day is his limit, but that is still not a very good idea! He smokes outside so I could not help answer the doc’s specific questions on that topic, and I felt at a loss.
I do know that I personally had to be told that I had TIA’s, mini strokes on my MRI before I realized that I had to stop and next month it will be five years that I quit on July 11th.2006! But it is true no matter how many times I have asked or nagged Hubby about quitting it hasn’t worked, one can only hope that the doctor finally got him to rationalize that it is now doing severe damage!
But even so it is still possibly reversible, if he stops!
A couple of new tests were called for to investigate further his adrenal issue and a PSA for what all you men know what that is for; consisting of more blood work and urinanalysis. He also gave him an additional prescription for a smoking cessation medication.

From there Hubby wanted to go to lunch and so we did at Bob Evans not even a block from the doctor’s office, he had a grilled chicken sandwich and cole slaw and NO fries!
And I had a cup of soup and salad, I had my usual unsweet iced tea with lemon and Hubby had raspberry lemonade.

The next stop I suppose could be a bit embarrassing to mention, but Nate Berkus would be so proud! Hubby and I saw that a neighbor had tossed this lone chair out on the curb for pick–up a few weeks’ ago garbage collection. It did have great bones it was all wood painted white with an oval/round cane back on it, even its cushion from a far did not look bad and it was neutral color off white swirl textured. From a glance I said go get to Hubby and sure enough he did.
He took to our side courtyard and checked it thoroughly for foreign matter or perhaps insect/termite damage and it was quite clean in that respect and so he brought it into his workshop behind the garage and washed it down with Lysol disinfectant.
And on closer inspection there were marks in the fabric that we thought might be washable and so I did try to do that with it in the machine but even after Hubby put the stain remover on the spots they would not come out. And so today we made a side trip to Joanne’s Crafts and Fabrics and purchased just enough in an exterior striped pattern, Wedgwood blue, white, apple green and a mellow yellow; quite cheerful!
The foam was shot too and so we got new of that as well.
Hubby had enough plywood left to make that all new too.
And so this is a project that I am looking forward to, and the chair has the coloring combination of three of the rooms in our home and so it could be used as extra seating in any of those rooms, as an accent piece.

Then we went to Publix for few missing grocery items and for our newest Hubby prescriptions and one of my refills.

And then home.
Dinner was leftovers or whatever we helped ourselves with; without formality.

On this non exciting but enlightening day for both of us let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to please count all your blessings and to share your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here of be square, ok?
And thanks.

Summer Solstice?

Did you know that the “Dog Days of Summer” actually refers to Astronomy and the Dog Star which is Sirius the brightest star in the sky “and it does rise and set with the Sun at some times during the year - when it does this it is said to be in conjunction with the Sun. The Dog Star came from the ancient Egyptians who called Sirius after their god Osirius whose head and pictogram resembles a dog.” Thanks to Cornell University Astronomy Department at: http://curious.astro.cornell.edu/question.php?number=178
In Egypt as well as ancient Rome the Sun and the Dog Star were up in the sky the same time as summer thus the expression the ‘dog days of summer’!

Can anyone else but me remember when this date was the one we all waited for to start having real fun? It meant summer vacation was very soon. Up in New Jersey we did go to school well into the month of June towards the end; if I recall. And always went back the day after Labor Day, everyone always had 180 days of school no matter where you lived in these United States and I do believe that has not changed.
But our sons were ten and fourteen when we moved to Florida and except for that very first year here they would start in August and get out in early June or even I think one year in May and all these schools are air-conditioned but none up north were; if I recall.

Nasty hot days would start in May even in good ole New Jersey.
Here too most recently but previously years we did not have it this bad and this year oddly enough we started this heat-wave in March, would you believe? I can even remember times when we first moved to Florida having cooler temperatures than New Jersey in the summer; we had eighties and they would have nineties, how odd?
But since March here it has been in the nineties and very dry, causing many forest fires and so even though officially today is the first day of summer I feel like saying…. You have got to be kidding!
Those ancients seem to dictate all of our seasons and holidays too.
I think perhaps we should rethink their decisions for us, what do you all say?
Why don’t we rename the seasons by what they really are? Since we have strange seasons like tornado, hurricane, fire/ drought, mudslide/ flood and snow/hail, or freeze your butt off or some such thing! That would break it up nicely, huh? Wait a minute nah, no can do, winter, summer, fall and spring we all must admit sound much nicer, but the truth is they don’t tell it as it really is; do they? Power of the word or title makes for more positivity, hmmm.
All right another of my logical ideas shot to heck… let’s sweep our realities under the rug…
Living it all is bad enough.

Did I wish you all a happy summer yet?
Please feel free to enjoy it whatever way you feel the need to; after all the idea is free to all… but may I beseech you to pray for cooler weather and then I too will jump on your bandwagon, how about that?

You are getting a bit of break from me tonight with this shorty of a composition, sticking with my school theme. How nice to have a shorty on the longest day of the year, hmm?
Yes, you know that is true sunrise was at 6:34A.M. EST and sunset will be at 8:25 P.M. EST, that’s over fourteen hours of sunshine!
Actually, sunshine is so beneficial to good moods and health and so let’s all welcome the season of summer with a big cheer!
“Hot, Hot, Hot, Not, Not, Not!
What else have you got, got, got?”

On that trying to lighten all of our loads with a bit of flakey oddity from my soul, let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, OK?

I got your back!

The world appears to be going to hell in a hand-basket!
She said what?
Yes, if every night you still hear how the bargain retail world (Wal-Mart) is still discounting women in the work force, and murders are a dime a dozen in our second safest city in Florida AKA Cape Coral! And when the heat is still killing us here without any rain in our near future forecast and it’s pouring where they’re still getting flooding; I would definitely say so!

Also in Cape Coral that is discussing cutting watering their lawns to only once a week, like the rest of us have been doing for years, due to the drought that we are all going through! Can their too obscene green lawns survive? Also Cape Coral did not have a clue where one million dollars worth of fuel for city vehicles went and so they performed an audit of the records; and do you know where all that fuel went? To lousy bookkeeping on archaic computer systems and the lack of just knowing how to file the proper paperwork! Uh oh, sounds like they need a grant to buy new smarter employees and state of the art equipment to make sure they can keep track…oops!

Tornadoes are still coming where they shouldn’t; like anywhere!
And funny, weird not humorous, hail the size of baseballs is falling also where it has no business being in June! A firefighter (Also Cape Coral) is committing domestic abuse, while he should be fighting fires instead! And I thought all firefighters were pyromaniacs/arsonists at heart, sorry; NOT FUNNY! (PS Hubby is a retired Fire Chief.)
Forest Fires are burning there and everywhere!

The Republican Party looks like the candidates for this next election could be posted on the show, “Americas Most Unwanted” list, and they are dropping off of it like flies with bad publicity. To the good I think… yes, in my book… better now than later; as we all know impeachment doesn't work!
“Other than that Mrs. Lincoln how did you enjoy the play?” Sounds like a plausible question these days, hmm?

All not kidding aside we have major problems that should be addressed, but by whom?

Do you have the answers?
Do I?
Well, I have a few possibilities or vague ideas… would you like to hear them, sorry I mean read them?
I can’t hear you! That’s because you would have to write what you want me to do… oh well … that never stopped me before…
So I’ll take that as a yes and continue.

Let’s take them in order of importance.
Murders, in the second safest city in Florida: drop Cape Coral to last place and then they might keep their bad news to themselves, OK? Now that that’s out of the way…but seriously folks why not just try to hire more police officers and have them stick to those neighborhoods where those nightly horrors have been happening! Problem solved.

Next: why logic doesn’t just take over: Wal-Mart, this is the year 2011, what are they crazy; you Ozark Hillbillies? (Now that that’s out of the way I feel so much better) Get with the program please, women won equality nearly two centuries ago, and now treat us that way! Equal pay for equal work! Gosh, I am all fired up and I don’t even work there!
Why was it shot down? Too many stories in the class action law suit and so get your act together why confuse all those legal superiority minds and see now, Goliath won?

Our drought, Native Americans founded this land and I know we have treated them horrifically, but we all know that they have the ability to make it rain, or was that just another white-man’s lie? I cannot tell our truths from our lies about that whole time period, got to get me a program I guess…
Any-who, I do know it’s not making millions from those Seminole Casinos that only you have the right to make big bucks from, after all from what we did to all of you, well not me and not really my ancestors since mine didn’t get here until the late 19th and early 20th Century, but all those other bad white people who brag about coming over on Columbus’s ship. And by the by they only held maybe four hundred people on each one that would make twelve hundred on all three, right?… Then why do I meet all these people who insist their families came over on them…hmm? You know the ones, right?
Anyway, it is the least we owe you and can do, but hasn’t a decent amount of time passed allowing for some forgiveness by now from you good people?

If not, just dance for me then, I love you crazy guys and gals with those retro-lavish be- feathered costumes, oh so much… and who knows in the process of that well choreographed all sizzling suggestive hot, hot, hot expressive gyrations we might get a bit of a drizzle with the tizzle? Now wouldn’t that just be too wonderful? Got your back… will tell the world… how great you all really are change that western image, huh? (Nothing was meant as an insult in any of this and this is my disclaimer of trying for pure silliness, and besides I am not well, so forgive me? No harm no foul, all right? But I do love everyone.)

Forest fires: solution: don’t smoke, don’t camp, in other words no campfires and prevent lightening with lightening rods, you hear me? Simplicity at its finest!

Tornadoes are scary and all I can say is that I have not experienced one first hand and so all I could think of that might work is having basements and safe rooms as part of all new dwelling construction and to install better early, LOUD, warning systems!

Now this last one is not lesser in importance why it is damn well very important might be one of those too important and covers the first and this other one too, got that?
The woman who was abused by that fire fighter her X, after one date if they are jealous or possessive or nasty or violent or even kid about insulting women as lesser beings than; then GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!

On those words to live by…let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count all your blessings and ask you to share those overages and we will too!
And next time for my own selfish sake, please be here or be square, OK?

Happy Father's Day!

With that said to all of the people who celebrate this date as a way in honoring our male counter-parts in the parenthood wars I for one salute you all!
It’s a tough job but when we take the time to have the fun; in why whatever does she mean… point blank and blatantly exacting… why of course, making those little darlings, i.e. having unprotected sex, my friends! Then we must take on the responsibilities of the job! Now that you all remember how you became fathers we can move on… With in retrospect of how it goes from that instant of thoughtless behavior! LOL!

Thankless at times, but the early years are when the rewards appear to be the greatest, when we all have those magic lips to kiss those booboos and solve all the daily woes of baby hood and toddler hood… But as time marches on so does the job description grow all the more challenging with involvement with school, homework and all those extra curricular activities and scheduling time to get the children where they have to go and to still get you to where you have to go too, like work! And on and on into their teens and twenties and forever if fortunate enough to be included in that part of the continuation of their lives; which really is the reward for a job really well done.

And of course then being lucky enough to enjoy their children and lovingly spoiling them as much as you can in short spurts and sending those lil beans home to those marvels that you created with love and care. And then you handing back theirs to them with your wisdom exposed into their nimble capable modeling brains that you have the ability to teach whatever for the short time that they are there all alone with just you…
Yes, throw a bit of difficulty into your grown-up children’s lives let them realize that it wasn’t all that easy for them to become the fine upstanding adults that they are now. Tell their wee ones how they were and why they have this or that difficulty still as an adult …

Oh, where was I, nah, I was kidding, be kind and treat the babes of your babes with as much love and patience that had been used on them as they tried our patience’s daily for years and years and years! And we were so happy when they got into that college across the state or the military basic training way up north! Just far enough away for breathing room and for the suffocation to stop! Oh yes! I can tell you stories of some days… but they were so adorable and way too good and always behaved so well… NOT! Ours were sooo normal as yours are too or were as small ones…
But they were mine and his, the dad, the Hubby and we shared the responsibility and the good and bad times and the best of times the ones where they would whole heartedly say to us, “I love you!” And yes it went way too fast and so to all those fathers and mothers out there with young ones that you can still mold into PEOPLE that will make you and THEMSELVES proud, which ours do daily… the easiest part is what we all know in our hearts is to give them your time, your ear and the most important part is your unconditional love forever, and then you may get a phone call or a card or email on birthdays and holidays or a surprise visit like our eldest did for me for Mother’s Day!…But those babes are only on loan and I truly think this expression applies, ‘if you love them set them free and then they will come back to thee…”
Remember if you taught them right, by the time they are thirty or beyond, like ours are you must trust their judgment to do what’s right! LOL! Of course they do learn it all much earlier, but this is all tongue in cheek I hope you know…
On those parting words I would like say to all that I hope you had the best day ever with more to come to us all on the horizon…stow this one right where all those best days memories are kept, since with all these acts of G-d no one ever knows, does one if photos will endure, but thanks for those mind memories that no one but dementia can steal…

Oh heck, write it all down on this techno marvel like I have with pics too and keep the memory back up stick in safe place! Take those photos and catalogue them in waterproof rappers and films on discs and cluster them In safe places and hope for the best! Or do what I do nightly tell the world! And I am sure someone out there might remember what I said … if only…

On that somewhat odd end to another HOT ONE (weather day i.e., not me, I thought you might need me to clarify with my stream of consciousness way of writing); let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count your blessings and to share those overages and we will too!

And be well and happy and may peace and joy come to you and yours and next time please be here or be square for my own selfish sake, OK?

My Dad

Iconic is how I think of this memory of my father:

Yep, that's my Dad although, he, at times was mistaken for Arthur Murray
his dancing ability was not that much different than his singing one, which if the truth be known even he would have had to admit that he was quite tone deaf! But he still loved music and in his place of business as he called, The Eclipse in Hasbrouck Heights New Jersey where he tended his own bar it was plentiful for three decades, 40’s, the fifties and halfway through the 1960’s!
My Dad was born in the winter of 1907, January 27th and grew up in Hudson County New Jersey and he was one of six children sort of in the middle, but evenly split three girls and three boys, but you knew that. His dad was a house painter and his mom was a mom, but of course, in those days most moms were.
Sadly, the eldest brother died at an early age he was just one years old of an illness that was not easily treated in those days, I think it was called consumption, or TB, which is as we know these days as tuberculosis, which caused Dad to become the middle child after all was said and done. All the remaining siblings continued to thrive into adulthood and beyond, in fact his youngest sister and the last remaining of the siblings just passed away a couple of years ago, she was well into her nineties!

As most little girls would tell anyone who would listen is that their daddy was their first love and they could do no wrong and mine was no different in my book!
But mine was more special since he was older and wiser and funnier than most, yes he was forty-three when I came into his life.
That first image of me dancing at a block party at the ripe ole age of seven that made the front page of the Bergen Record circa 1957 was due to him.
He supplied the town of Paramus New Jersey with all the soft drinks and chips for all those block parties as long as I could remember.
And so we were all sort of celebrities in the fact that daddy helped with making good times for our community!
He worked hard and harder still and as I grew I knew the only way I would get to see him was to ask to work at his bowling alley, cocktail lounge/ restaurant that fortunately had a snack bar too that faced the alley portion and when I turned fourteen I got to burn hotdogs and hamburgers and fries and sell them to the kids league he had every Saturday morning.
It wasn’t my first job, but it was my best because I could be with my father!
I had been babysitting from the age of twelve and had a few regular jobs even at that time, but they were at night and this was only on Saturday mornings, and so it all worked out!
He taught me how to measure and the beef for the burgers and we even had a press to make them with, portion were exact for fries and hotdogs were the easy part!
Little did he realize how much it all meant that time with him.
But I was not supposed to go behind the adult bar, which was a bit of a problem since the soda machine was there where you had to squirt it into the glasses to serve to the customers, no cans and we did not sell bottles in those days… in New Jersey ABC was the Alcohol Beverage Commission, in Florida I only know it as a chain of liquor stores, but I think they took the name from that one in NJ.
I was always a bit of devil and I think that you all know that, and so when dad was busy I would go behind the bar to mix a weird concoction of all the different flavors of soda, oh what fun, but only for myself!
Dad would catch me periodically and warn me that he could lose his liquor license if the ABC guys were to come in. I am proud to say it never happened but it did add a bit of intrigue into my sneakiness and my getting my customers some beverages when the other bartenders were too busy to notice.
My Dad is the reason I took figure skating lessons at the Rockefeller Center ice rink at the wee age of four. All he asked was simple question as we looked down from above at the rink of skaters whirling and twirling and dancing all over the frozen floor; simply: “Do you want to keep watching or would you prefer to try it?”
I looked my daddy in his bright twinkling hazel eyes and said “oh daddy I want to do it!”
Or some such thing, gosh that was a long, long time ago and who can remember exact words or much of anything from nearly sixty years ago!

And that began my journey of me and the ice, skating that is, my teacher was, would you believe, now some of you won’t but it is the truth the same man that taught Lucille Ball in her TV show!
He told my father that I was a natural since he had me doing little jumps and skating backwards by the end of the first couple of days!
To my benefit I was already in dancing school, ballet, acrobatics etc. at home in good ole NJ by then and so I think that might have helped, although the Olympian who won Dancing with the Stars said it hindered her, that one I never understood.

Good grief, Dad I am nearly at a thousand words and I am no where done with this essay on my dear old sadly departed dad, circa May 11 1986 at seventy-nine years young, a newlywed to his third wife, for just one year, so you see its never too late!
I am so sure you all have had loving people in your life that would make you laugh when you were not in that frame of mind, well my father was the best at that.
Especially, in my teen years when everything was too serious at times in my mind, he would just start to laugh at me getting angry unnecessarily, and sure enough within moments I would begin to laugh too, and forget why I was so hopped up!

Isn’t this something… the rain has finally come here to our drought ridden area that we have only gotten sprinkles before…shoot its stopping oh no don’t! What a tease!
Yes, it seems to have stopped…
Oh well, my father was one of a kind and I do know yours was too… but mine was the best of all the rest and I always knew he loved me like I loved him no matter what!

I hope your memories are vivid and etched forever as mine seem to be… since we lost so many pictures in our hurricane and for that I am very miserable, but Dad would be happy that even so I do remember what is important to any child in the world that they were loved by who really matters in their life, their first loves their parents!
And so tonight I will leave you too with those memories which I hope are so wonderful for you too…and count those blessings, my dad used to say that and he also thanked G-d each and every night of his life…he had no regrets, what a guy!
And next time please be here or be square, OK?

Whining, wining and winning!

I know that to many of you I have been not spending this time wisely and much of what I have been saying out loud to all of you might be misinterpreted as being a bit of WHINING. In other words, droning on, humming not with any musicality to speak of or purring not at all catlike or perhaps just an annoying buzz in your ear, and for all of that I am somewhat sorry! Sure I do know that I have been an enormous complaining B---H! (It rhymes with witch)
All right, that wasn’t a complete apology, but you must remember I am not a well person… But to be fair … who is absolutely sure that all is perfect at this point in their advancing age; after all everyone has something, even if it’s just a hangnail, hmm?
And although I know that can be painful, I wish for you all to have that to be your only medical disorder, a hangnail, got that?
The rest of this stuff is no fun and I wouldn’t wish any of it on my ‘worse enemy’.
That’s another thing; is there such a thing as a ‘best enemy’, I wonder?
Nah then they would be a friend, correct or not, confused, always?

Life is difficult enough without complicating it with deluging strangers with your own misguided unrestrained consistent lament of poor me, why me or what have you?
But, go with me here… if any of this sounds familiar to the world at large then you have a community of understanding and to me that is always a good thing, a commonality, never ever a bad one! TA DA! And so I have done my job, which is yet to be determined by a bunch of Monks in a faraway land…waiting…

And so after I diligently posted this blog wherever the world would allow me to, I did get some positive feedback, which made it more than worthwhile!
Yep, a person with a site for trying to actually find a Cure for Multiple Sclerosis wrote back to me that he felt my blog was a ‘good read’!
Nicer words have not been heard from someone new in quite some time and to say I was elated would be an understatement!
You see, I finally got a bit wiser and posted it where it should go when I stick on the MS topic, which to be honest has been of late more often than usual as you all know, but brilliantly to post it on MS sites it was an Oprah, aha moment!

Whack! That’s me hitting myself on the side of my own head!
Well, not literarily, more like metaphorically, since why didn’t I think of that before, nearly three years I have been writing this drivel and it never occurred to me before… boy, am I slow on the uptake or what?
Friends, don’t answer that or enemies either, be kind…
We all know that the disabled are sensitive, sorry, that’s just plain baloney!
Everyone is if you hit their particular nerve!

Next I mentioned WINING, as in wining and dining, well oddly enough my request about the length of time it takes to be safe from harming your liver with a bit of the grape after steroid treatment, never was answered…
I am declaring a no fault situation here, since officially it is the weekend and has now been a few days since stopping the step down pills and the hard stuff the IV Solumedrol infusions, I do believe that a goblet of Cabernet Sauvignon would not only be beneficial but luscious! Too late if you want to send feedback, since I am determined to join the living well good people tonight! Even if it is just a wee bit of symbolic, being it a fine wine from a well renowned California vineyard. Back to reality, the year is probably this one, sadly that is not on the corked bottle, and so I am not so high-brow after all…hmm… of course, you all knew that!

Fantasy, WINNING was the last of my entitled words to discuss this evening and for fear of not wanting to be thought too crazy, but admit we all are a little bit, that’s what makes us fun people, as if the steroids caused that or due to my choice of that particular word. Or heaven forbid a follower of the notorious Two and Half Men actor/star, Charlie Sheen, who used to be rather likeable until he fell from our graces…with his deeply concerning recent misbehavior.
I just wanted to say that anytime we awake and are breathing and can move from here to there we can consider ourselves, winning the war against any illness.
The expression for my particular ill is that “I have MS but it doesn’t have me!”
A very pleasant mantra…and for all of us with any chronic ailment we must incorporate that into our daily lives; use it often, for it is free splurge!

On that upbeat note of trying to take the weight of the world off your shoulders one blog at a time let me be the first to wish a very happy good night and to ask you kindly count your blessings and share those overages and we will too!
Now, take care, and be happy and well and make sure peace comes to you and yours and next time for my own selfish sake please be here or be square, ya hear?

PS the wine is sublime