Brain drain... On lo mein, cracked pots, and other loves

Brain drain... On lo mein, cracked pots, and other loves

Wherein I ramble on...

Brianna is starting to show. And that's pretty darn awesome. She and Patrick find out next week if their first baby is a boy or a girl. I'm hoping for a girl... yet wonder if it's wrong to even consider hoping for one gender over another considering what they've gone through to get this far. Of course I'll be thrilled with another grandson but as this is likely my final grandchild, adding a girl to the grand group seems fitting. (Don't tell anyone, but I do think it's a girl.)

The life God intended. Conversations and situations

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Camping on the Arkansas River: The truth about our 35th anniversary adventure

Arkansas River

My husband and I celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary over Father's Day weekend. Because 35 years together seemed quite a milestone, especially considering I was a week shy of 18 when we wed and he was just 21 — plus marital, financial, and medical BS throughout the entire year of 2016 that threatened us surviving to the milestone — we wanted to mark the occasion in some extra special way.

So for months we considered this and that, here and there, seeking sites and such we'd never experienced before. Then reality set in. Limited finances and limited paid time off for Jim — who started a new job not long ago — limited our options. Being residents of Colorado, though, a state folks come from around the world to see, there were plenty of touristy things nearby to choose from.

None felt right, none felt celebratory and special enough.

We soon found ourselves on deadline for making a decision and reservations. For some crazy reason, I suggested camping. In the wild. In a tent. Like we used to when our daughters were young. We hadn't gone in and we had never camped just the two of us, sans kids.

The idea of setting up camp for two, spending evenings under the stars, making s'mores for us — and sharing a marshmallow or two with Mickey (our dog) who we'd bring along, too — immediately felt right. Felt fun.

It was settled. I sought a site, made reservations. We pulled camping gear from the garage rafters, all stored since camping adventures with our kids. We added to the pile to pack in the car assorted leisurely pursuits. Games to play, the telescope for stargazing, binoculars for Big Horn Sheep searching, Jim's guitar for him to play, a couple books for me to read. We were stoked!

So my husband and I marked our milestone wedding anniversary by camping. And we hated it. Worst. Time. Ever...

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Matchy matchy! Plus GRAND Social No. 261 link party for grandparents

Matchy matchy

Jim and I went on a bike ride yesterday afternoon. This is how it started off:

bike ride 

Despite the matchy matchy apparel, we were delighted to get on our bikes and ride — and use our new bike rack (for the car) for the first time. The bike rack we bought for our anniversary last year. The bike rack which sat unopened for an entire year because Jim was hospitalized mere days after that anniversary, and we hadn't hopped on bikes since.

Yesterday the bike rack was finally opened and put to use. It worked perfectly for...

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The very worst enemy

My husband and I have faced many a foe in the past few months. Hospitalization. Natural disaster. Unemployment.

None, though, have been as frustrating for my husband as the following, the enemy who most regularly gets my hubby's briefs, er, boxers in a bunch.

See for yourself:

squirrel on bird feeder
You thought you could stop me?
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Saturday movie review: Learning to Drive

LEARNING TO DRIVE is a chick flick. Literally. The touching dramatic comedy was written by a woman (Sarah Kernochan), directed by a woman (Isabel Coixet), produced by women (executive producer Eleni Asvesta and producer Dana Friedman), and stars always intriguing Patricia Clarkson in a story primarily about a woman.

LEARNING TO DRIVE also stars a few men, Ben Kingsley most prominently. Which factors into the film resonating with men as well as women. Yet Kingsley's presence isn't the only reason men might enjoy the insightful movie made primarily by women. That can be attributed most fully to the engaging, uplifting story of a broken marriage, a new marriage, and an unexpected friendship forged.

learning to drive movie

The film opens with Wendy (Clarkson) and her husband...

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Breaking news

As many of you know, I took a break from blogging last week so I could get a few out-of-control matters under control. The breaking didn't result in me getting it all under control, but two of the matters I mentioned are now a wee bit less overwhelming. And one is over and done.

Updates on the tasks I was tackling at the time I cried Uncle (some of which, if you follow me on social media, you may have already seen):

Caregiving

This is a photo of a man — well, his fashionable (podiatrist provided) footwear — who finally, after thirty-eight days, is allowed to bear weight on his right foot and walk without crutches:

medical foot wear

That very same man drove himself to...

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Here and now: July 29, 2016

This is what's up in my life... and an answer to why I've not been posting much "real writing" here on the blog.

clock and book

On my mind...

How to cheer up Jim after learning yesterday he is "not yet ready for prime time" after his foot surgery, according to his podiatrist. Meaning, he still cannot bear weight on his right foot. Meaning, he has yet another week left using crutches. Meaning, he must still sleep downstairs, must still go in the back door at work where they have a handicapped ramp for him to...

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Picky PICC! Plus, GRAND Social No. 216 link party for grandparents

Picky PICC!

Heading into our fourth week of me playing caregiver to Jim after his foot surgery due to a horrendous infection that had put him pert near septic throughout his system, things are going quite well. For the most part. He's still using crutches and a walker, unable to bear weight on the right foot, but the swelling is down, a few stitches have been removed, the antibiotics I administer each evening in his PICC line are doing their job.

There was, though, a snag on Saturday that scared us both. As he went to bed Friday night (bed being relative, meaning the family-room-couch-converted-to-a-bed-til-he-can-walk-the-stairs-up-to-his-real-bed bed), Jim noticed some blood pooled under the plastic seal on his PICC line dressing, blood that hadn't been there a few hours earlier when I administered his daily dose of antibiotics. It seemed to have...

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Here and now: July 7, 2016

My world, here and now:

clock and book 

On my mind...

Jim and Jim and Jim. Pretty much all things Jim as he recovers from his foot injury/infection.

We are officially down one week with five more to go in the six-week process of...

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No GRAND Social link party this week? Long story made short

Astute readers of Grandma's Briefs and regular participants in the weekly GRAND Social link party for grandparents may have noticed something amiss this week. That being that there was no GRAND Social link party published on Monday, yesterday, as it has been for a couple years now.

I sincerely apologize for that. It's a long story why the GRAND Social is MIA. But as it's late Monday night and I just returned from the hospital as I write this, I'll make the long story short by simply sharing what I just posted a bit ago on my personal Facebook page. (Plot point: Yesterday was my birthday.)

My long story made short, copied from Facebook:

Colorado sunset

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Obligation Day, plus GRAND Social No. 194 link party for grandparents

Obligation Day

If you've been married a long time, you may look at Valentine's Day as my husband and I do — as a day of obligation more so than a warm and welcome day to express our sincere love for one another.

I know many folks do feel as we do, for I found this box of chocolates stating so. The box of chocolates I gave my husband on Obligation Day, I mean, Valentine's Day.

obligatory chocolates

Thankfully we've been married long enough (coming up on 34 years!) that we could both chuckle about that, with no offense taken.

That said, it's still nice to pretend or imagine there's still that sense of wonder and awe and I simply cannot get enough of you now and then. JibJab made it possible for me to imagine...

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