Miss Me?

Thanks to those who reached out. I am fine. Well, I'm lying but it could be worse, how's that? But it means so much when others think of me so thanks for dropping me a note.

I seriously got upset with my neurosurgeon and just gave up on his attitude.

The injection this last time only made me far worse. I mean to tell you I can barely function. It's also inhumane to me that I am not given pain medication.

Take Tylenol they say. I swear if I broke my neck they'd say, take Tylenol. ARGH! It doesn't do anything at all. 

So I text my doctor through the portal as they request. I asked him

about the pain management clinic downstairs in his office. I repeat how this injection just a few weeks ago made me far worse than ever. The sign in the lobby stated it was Duke Pain Management. He said it would take a year to get in. He suggested I try outside of Duke. Or are you just looking for pain medication?

But before I saw his email response above I said to Rick, I think I need to move on. So I did.

I googled for info and I asked my primary doctor and a few others on my neighborhood app.

Several folks including 2 doctors, my internist, and believe it or not my dentist who has a family member who went there. I called and discussed my issues. I was to see them on Thursday at 11am.

Of course, then I have to google this doctor and clinic.  Does he have any malpractice? What are his grades? I spent a long time doing research. I liked what I saw with this doctor. 

I ignored my Duke portal for several days and just Wednesday night I read his comment or question to me - or do you just want medication is that what this is about?  OMG that makes me so livid. They treat me like a drug addict.

I wrote back and said that would be most helpful. but more than that I just want relief in some form. He said he couldn't give me any opioids. 

Does America not have something other than opioids? For the love of God, it's just inhumane. Do they think I'm faking it? My God look at me, I've aged 10 years in the last 2 years. I am in constant debilitating pain and asking for pain relief puts a big red flag on my chart. 

I have a sister who gets all kinds of shit. But she has had a drug issue for most of her life. She has offered me some Percocets but I won't take shit from her. I never know where she got it, is it really Percocets or fentanyl?  Nope don't need that so I live in pain. This is their answer to the opioid crisis? 

Thursday at 11am Rick drove me to the pain management clinic to see Dr. Li. He was fabulous. He LISTENED to me. He felt the hip / groin pain was something else. He gave me an injection and I felt better within 10 minutes.  I can walk better as well. Now the other pain in the back/hip/leg to toes is something he wants to see on an MRI as well as Xray. He will be sending out requests to send my films to him. 

He believes all my shots were in the wrong place. He also thinks if it is what he is assuming a spinal cord stimulator would help me more than an ablation. So while I sit here they are contacting my insurance, getting everything approved to move forward. I can't even begin to tell you how much my groin doesn't hurt and that is so damn good!  Now to fix the rest.

There is a lot more but this is boring enough. 

Let's just say I got some pills. I have taken one. We shall see when it kicks in how I feel. Right now I just need a nap.  Or maybe this medication makes me sleepy but I only took it 15 minutes ago. Either way I am doing what I was told. Taking it easy the rest of today. But I have a feeling tomorrow I will be going gang busters with 40% less pain.

I no longer wish to watch this much TV. I want to be outside where it is glorious out. 70s sunny and cool breeze. This is Peggy weather!!  Tomorrow.

At least I no longer have the pain of watching my lousy baseball team play defensively like the Bad News Bears. Geez it was ugly. They are lucky they got that far, they haven't been that good all season. I honestly never thought they'd get here. They stunk and they did not play like a World Series team so they deserved this. But I'll be sad to see Soto go.  I know, I know, it means nothing to you. 

But that has been my sad little world from the ugly chair over the last few weeks.

I have hope today. I haven't had much of that.

Let's see how long that lasts.

Gee, Spoken like a good cranky curmudgeon huh?

FRI-YAY

 Happy Friday Blogger Buddies.

I want to address a couple of comments I got in my email regarding Rick being stuck in the chair. I was asked, why not just put his legs over the arm of the chair and jump down?  Good question. We tried this. This was where his stroke issues with his bottom half were an issue. He also was certain that 6'2" 240lbs would break the arm of the chair. 

Trust me we tried. He asked me if I thought I could do it later after getting out of the chair and I said I could even with this pain because my legs are only 25 inches long. It's just a quick thing to whip 'em around and then I'd have to use my abs to get out because of my shoulder so in that case it may take me a bit. I have a keg over my six-pack you know. 

Also if he were to scoot to the end of the chair and get his foot down to the floor he doesn't have the strength to get up from that position all the time. Oh, trust me we tried so much of that too. 

He was cursing the stroke after every try. 

I can only assume how difficult this is when you were so able to do everything without thinking on one day and barely anything on the next. Add in a sprinkle of male ego and you get a very frustrated man who thinks this should be easy and yet he can't do it. He gets frustrated and angry at himself and the situation and I feel like I would as well. 

But thankfully he can also laugh at himself. I remind him how he couldn't do much of even walking last year so remember that. 

At one point I was sitting on the floor after trying to assist and he was in the chair, we were quiet for a minute catching our breath from laughing. 

He asked, "Will you still love me if I am pee-pee boy like that stinky kid in school?"  

I burst out laughing that he broke the silence this way. I said, "Yes I'll love you but I won't get close" 

And we were back, back at the tug and pull, pushing, and getting this big guy out of the chair. We won't forget that night. I heard him tell his friend this on the phone and he was laughing. So all ended well except for the lack of sleep for either of us. But the best part of retirement is we had a nice long sleep during the day. Can't even call that a nap, it was that good. 

I'm having a good day so I want to accomplish some things today that I have been unable. Chores actually feel like something good. That should fade soon enough.

So what are your plans for the weekend?

Here are a couple of mine.

Power

We were watching a baseball game Tuesday night. In the bottom of the 8th, the power went out.

Great. I got the battery candles and flashlight, and we waited. The energy company said it'd be on by 1:30 a.m. Great.

What wasn't great was that Rick was in the ugly chair, which is not a manual chair. Since we needed electricity, he could not put the chair down. 

Rick's bad wife couldn't stop laughing. We tried. Oh how we tried various ways to get him out of this. Sounds easy, doesn't it? Do you know how difficult it is to get this big man out of a chair? Add his new physical issues since the stroke and we just couldn't do it. But boy we laughed a lot.

Then he had to pee. I suggested a mason jar. He was adamant we had to get him out. Bad back, bad shoulder and I'm trying to lift 240lbs. 

He was free! It was 3:30am. 

Power was back at 5:18am. 

We still don't know why the power went out. No storms, calm day.

I haven't been to sleep. Rick is in bed and out like a light. 

I expect to accomplish nothing today.

A long nap is in my future. I hope.

Rental Car

We picked up our rental car on Friday. 

Rick was very tired from the gym and he asked that I drive.

The car rental gal brought us to the car, showed us how to turn it on, etc.

It is a hybrid.  We are leaving it on gas.  But she said, as you can hear, it is silent, but it's on.  Okay, I got that.  My first thought was - geez this is huge. 

Now to get in this car. The running board was at my knees.  I grabbed the steering wheel to help hoist me up. Honestly, they make these cars for Amazon people.

It is a Jeep Grand Cherokee.  I used to have one and I loved it. 

This car not so much.

I drove home with my tippy toes. Once I got Rick inside and fed I went back to the car.  I attempted to move the seat to reach the pedals, which was rather important.  

I had to drop the steering wheel to see over the dash and not through the steering wheel.  I finally got the seat, the mirrors, the steering wheel, etc all where I needed it to be to drive. I hit #1 to save it.  This will allow Rick to be number 2 so he doesn't have to spend all this time changing my settings. Besides, Rick can't get his leg in the car with the seat that far up so there is that bit of fun.

But it's a rather jerky car until you get the feel of it. The way it 'kicks' into the mode to drive is jerky. I have driven it enough now to know what to do. However, Rick has only driven it once and he hates this vehicle.

So while looking for a new car, Jeep was on our list, and will not be now.

It's too high for one. We need something that can adapt to both of us. 

Speaking of high - The rental car company picked us up to get the car.

They picked us up in a Dodge Ram truck.  That running board was at my mid-thighs. I tried to get my foot up there and would laugh. 

Not as flexible as I once was. I attempted this 3x and if there had been something for me to grab in that back seat I could have done it. But there wasn't. I was flailing.  We both were laughing in our driveway. This was not helping my pain and yet I couldn't stop laughing because this was crazy!!

Thank God Rick did not have his phone on him or this would have been on America's Funniest Videos.

The driver apologized and told me they don't usually use this vehicle for that reason but it's all they had today.  Finally, I told Rick to just push/shove my ass in the back seat, please.  He grabbed my ass and pushed me into the back seat on my belly.  How adult of me. But, he got me in there. 

Then it was quite the jump down to leave this truck. 

I was quite the feminine site. My mother was rolling over in her grave.

But to add awkwardness we couldn't figure out anything inside the car and we couldn't stop laughing at how dumb we were. We got it so I could drive us home and then we thought we'd deal with it all at home.

A long time ago there was a commercial for Travelocity or one of those types of sites. This young woman was attempting to make a hotel reservation for her parents.

They were in a hotel and slid off the "chairs" that were concrete and they couldn't figure out how to turn on the shower etc. Everything was difficult for them.

That's what Rick and I felt like right at that moment.

Our car is so old we use a key to start it. This had a push button.

And we are so used to a stick to put it into drive, park etc. 

But this has a button for your P R N D.

I kept reaching for a stick. 

We were given a key fob but aside from opening the back hatch and locking the doors, I wasn't sure of its overall purpose because I could still do both of the things I mentioned without it. 

So thinking I had a handle on this car I didn't see the need to bring the fob. 

I went out to the car to pick up Rick. But the car won't start unless the key fob is in range. Okay, that would have been a good thing to be told.

I go back into the house to get the fob that I brought inside. 

But where did it go? I know I put it with my keys on the corner of the island.

I tore apart the house!! Rick is waiting for me and I can't leave the house.

Okay, retrace your steps one more time Margaret. 

I retrace. I even went into rooms I was never in to look for the fob, but it wasn't to be found.  Now my back is rearing its head and so I lean over the kitchen island for a reprieve of pain and I see Rick's shoes that he never puts away sitting at the end of the island. I look down and see something shiny.  I bent down and looked in his shoe and eureka! 

The fob had fallen into his shoe.

I hightailed it out of there to get Rick. He asked what took me so long. 

I told him. He laughed and said." you didn't know you needed that to start the car?

Oh Margaret, good thing you're cute."

HAHA, funny boy. 

Now we know we won't be buying a Jeep Grand Cherokee.

Well unless that is if I grow about 6 - 8 inches taller real quick!

Remote

Each time I receive a spinal injection it takes around 10 -- 14 days to kick in.

Sometimes after it is far worse. That is what happened this time.

I slept, and I use that term loosely, because I was in a bad way. I couldn't sleep, can't lay, can't stand, I'd run away if I could. Thursday morning (4am) Rick said to me that he heard my bare feet scurrying across the floor to get to the hall bath. He went on to tell me that he was a bad husband and debated whether he should get up and see if I needed help. But he was so comfy he decided I'd yell for help if I wanted it. 

That made me laugh.

He couldn't help me and I would have felt just awful to make him be up at that hour so he was fine staying in bed I told him. No guilt.

The only position where the pain was not making my eyes roll into the back of my head was in Rick's ugly chair. All I needed was a catheter. yes, of course, I'm joking....sort of. 

Rick asked if I needed anything before he went to the garage shop. He got me ice water and kissed me on the head. He surrounded me with things he thought I'd like but he left the remote on the table not near me. 

It was all fine for the first 30 minutes then I realized I could not change the station.  I could not reach the remote control.  I watched things I don't normally watch like Paranormal Caught on Camera. 

That tells you my level of pain. I'd rather sit through this stuff than attempt to get the remote because it will hurt me so much.

I couldn't take another ghost, I got up and did a interesting walk to the table and shuffled back all the while making noises because Rick wasn't in the house. I can't make them when he's near because he will feel bad and want to help and he can't help. Why is it that it feels better when you make a noise and make an attempt at what you need to do than if you are quiet and do the same? 

Or it's just me😄

Heavy

Boy, the world is heavy right now.

Middle East War, ugly election, Hurricane Helene, and now Hurricane Milton.

Being in North Carolina, I am bombarded with pictures and stories that are heartbreaking. It's so heavy and tragic. It's getting a bit cold, and there are people with only the clothes left on their backs after the storm, and some have lost shoes. So now I saw where the helo pilots were changing gears from water and food to warm clothing and shoes. 

Now on to Tampa/St Pete where a good many of my family live.

I spoke to 2 of them last night. They were making plans when I was on the phone, they had not finalized their plans of where they were going and who was going with who, etc.  Lots of extended family.  

I can't fathom how they deal with this. I saw this morning that the mayor of Tampa said , "do what you have to do to prepare and then get out of the evacuation zone or you will die."  Holy Shit.

Okay, this is far worse than snow. I am beginning to think shoveling is better. And I don't miss shoveling snow.  But it's looking mighty fine right now.

Sunday morning I was going to run to the new grocery store nearby and pick up some milk and cereal that Rick was out of. Just a quick trip was my thought until Wednesday when I get my check and go shopping.  

Oh boy, I blew it!  

I pulled out of our garage very slowly as always. I have two mirrors on the side of my SUV. I make sure I can clear those two mirrors.  Rick pulled in funny and he told me when I was leaving to straighten out the car. I did that. I was slowly going along and I cleared both mirrors when I heard a crinkling car parts sound. OH, GOD.

I jumped out of the car and saw my bumper lying on the driveway.  

Apparently, my bumper was grabbed by the garage doorway just right and ripped it clean off.  My mirrors were absolutely fine. But my bumper ripped off from the passenger side.  How the hell I did this I don't know but I dreaded going into the house to tell Rick what had just happened.

Rick wasn't feeling good and he was in his ugly chair about to nap.  

I walked in and he immediately said, "Forget something?"

"No Rick, I ripped the bumper off the car"

"What do you mean you ripped the bumper off the car?"
"I didn't like it there so I ripped it off. I'm sorry"

By this time he was up and walking to the back door.

He says NOTHING. This is not like him. I'm thinking to myself, "Just shut up, maybe this is new from the stroke"

He looks at the bumper hanging by one small light and says, "Well you did a very good job, Margaret"

"Thank you. I'm really really sorry Rick"

"Shit happens. It's okay Margaret"

OMG, who is this? If this is what happens after a stroke I'm all for this symptom!  Normally he'd be in dad mode and yelling, "Why didn't you look, did you do this? we can't afford this! yada yada yada"

NOTHING. He said, "Well I think if I get this one piece unscrewed it will be driveable.  He got down on the ground and all I could think of was, "Dear Lord let him get up"  Since the stroke that is an issue so I was praying it wasn't going to be a big issue this time. It wasn't pretty but we got him up.

Rick did all that he wanted to do for the car.  He removed the bumper and the bumper bits and put the whole bumper in the back of the car.  He drove it down our long driveway down the street and back. He said it was driveable. We just don't have turn signals in the front. (so it's not really street-worthy driveable) 

That allowed me to run to the store and hurry home so I didn't get stopped.

I made all the calls needed. Insurance, car rental, body shop, etc.

Rick got it in for an estimate on Monday on the way to the gym. 

It was $2,400. 

I pay my deductible (250) and it goes into the body shop on the 14th of October. It should take a week they told us. 

Now in the meantime, I am being picked up by Enterprise Car Rental Wednesday morning to get a rental vehicle. Thank God for insurance.

I like that they pick me up as well. 

What we found conflicting was the auto body told us it was driveable.

When I made the claim and told them they disagreed. The agent asked what was wrong. then she pulled up our estimate and said, "No it's not driveable. I realize nothing is dragging or leaking but if  you have no signals in the front of your car you should not have it on the road."  I repeated I had signals in the rear and said I could use hand signals (which is what I did when I stopped at the grocery store). My agent laughed at the hand signals. Hey, I learned that in driver's ed - it can't be all bad. 😃 

Enterprise Car asked about the car and what was wrong beside the whole bumper being gone. I told him and said you can't drive that without signals. I said I had them in the back. He laughed at me and said, it wasn't legal.

Now, I don't know if that is true but I have the insurance money to rent a car for 30 days so I'm not fighting them about this. I'll take the car. 

Besides driving this with no bumper is embarrassing.

Rick told me, "We're in Johnston County NC, we fit in now"

Oh dear, I don't want to fit in.

So I'm getting a new car to drive around tomorrow. I planned on going full grocery shopping along with a Costco run so I appreciate having a car to use. Rick's first thought was the gym. I don't know this man anymore.

Honestly, the gym? I'd think, Yeah an excuse not to go to the gym.

As I have said, The After Stroke Rick is so different than Before Stroke Rick that I find it amusing. 

Later on Monday, we decided to take things out of our car before we dropped it off. 

As we were cleaning it out Rick said to me, "I'm sure glad I didn't do this"  

"Oh, I'd have preferred that actually."

"Yes, but you'd think it was a stroke issue and not think I should drive. So what is your excuse?"

Stress I tell him -  from my husband having a stroke.

Nice try.   His only comment made along with a chuckle.

Whew.

Firestick

 My friend Ro is a techie genius. She asked if I had a firestick. 

I said I have a smart TV but I also have a firestick. I find there to be more I can download off the Firestick sometimes. I said, "I downloaded the local news from DC for one thing."  She asked me why would I do that?

More teeth, less crime, just a bit of home that makes us feel good.

I showed her this meme.  She laughed and said, "Gotcha!"

So since you have a home, why aren't you dressed? You agree to go on camera with your teeth in a jar somewhere in your house? The hurricane spared your house and belongings except it blew your teeth right out of your mouth?

Oh, it sure makes us giggle. 

She asked if I saw a lot of that in DC. No, everyone had a good dental plan I guess. Oh once in a while I did. But it wasn't a regular thing. Maybe that's why people don't think I'm from here. Teeth and bras! 

Back to Ro, she got me to have the ability to watch all things in theatres now and all the streaming services even those I don't pay for. I don't know what she did but the hocus pokus video magic she did do is damn awesome. OMG, how cool is she?  So while I must relax and not be running around I guess I will have lots of TV and movies to watch that I don't normally get to see. 

Driving and Hair

I had to let go and deal with Rick driving on the highway on Thursday.

He had a doctor's appointment at the Heart and Vascular Center in Raleigh at the infamous hospital where we spent a year.  

Now I normally go, I have all his medication info, and I ask questions he doesn't ask. We have this down to a well-oiled machine. He talks to the doc, he asks the questions, anything he may have forgotten I ask. There is always one or two of those and he'll say, "Oh yea"  The doctor laughs each time and asks him if that is why he brings me. He said, yes and she's cute and buys me lunch.

This doctor and Rick tease one another and it's nice, it helps calm Rick.

I'm sure the doctor knows that.

Rick told me he was going to drive alone. He's got this. He's a big boy he said. I did laugh at that. I asked about the far walk if he couldn't get a handicap spot. He said I'll be fine you old worry wart.

So off he went. He arrived and texted me, "I'm here, I got the coveted spot you can never get. No long walks. HA HA. I've checked in."

If he hadn't had a stroke while in the car would I still be like this?  

Then I got a text saying, I'm done and on my way home.  I'm not stopping anywhere because I know you are pacing. :-)

He was right. Oh, I tried to keep busy, made chili, mopped the kitchen floor, washed some blankets, and swept up the storm damage on the patio.  Oh, I was trying like hell to be busy with my phone in my bra should I need to get his call for any reason.

So I survived Rick's first big drive on highways. He still can't do 2 days in a row of driving. It does bother him cognitively if that makes sense. That's okay after Friday we have nowhere you need to drive.

Friday morning we went to another doctor's appointment. This time for me.

I think retirement should just be called retirement from your old job to now your job is staying alive and going to the doctor. It's horrible.

I had to receive 2 spinal injections. It's like clockwork, every 3 months. They don't last long enough. Driving home is iffy and I was glad he could do this for me.  But the doctor wanted me to do this again before the spinal stimulator is inserted. Because I have discs with hardly anything in between them it was suggested that I could possibly try to do a fusion. I have heard nothing good from those who have had a fusion so I am really not interested in it. You get to a point of such pain and you eventually will try anything. I understand this oh too well. I hope I can avoid this. 

As I sit here on Saturday I am feeling pretty good. I had intentions of doing all this work outside. Storm shit you know? Rick had a fit. He said he would do it after he worked in the garage.  He claims if I feel good I shouldn't do things. READ YOUR INFO FROM THE DOCTOR!!"  he yells at me.

Give yourself a couple days after the injections he reads out loud after pounding on the paper with his finger as if I didn't see it. Yeah, Yeah. 

I told him I could add kicking and I'd be acting like that stubborn fool I married. That made me snicker at least.

I tell him that to me the whole point of the injection is so I can live my life and do things. He gave me a come to Jesus meeting this a.m. and so I am not doing all the things that need done that cause me to bend. Which is everything. Even laundry. 

Sometimes it's easier to give in but I don't like it. 

He'd rather I lay in his ugly chair and be a total load than do things because this is what he likes to do.  

Rick is trying because when I returned to the bedroom I saw he stripped the bed. Now will he make the bed? Stay tuned. Talk about bending. 

Note, do not bring your husband to the doctor with you the first time you go because the only thing he hears is and actually listens to in his entire life is that you should lay low for a few days after injections. Aargh! 

If the doctor said to cook all her meals, vacuum, rub her feet, etc he wouldn't have heard ANY of that. 

Okay but back to what Rick really did that cracked me up. He took a shower before bed Thursday night. So in the morning, he said, "I'm not showering again but my hair is a mess I'll wear a baseball cap, do you care?"  

"Hell no, you're sitting in the waiting room why would I care? "

So as I walk out the door heading to the garage he yells, I'll be right there.

I see him go back to the coat rack assuming he's getting his cap on the rack.  We head out and as we take our exit I look over at Rick and for the first time see he wasn't wearing a hat.  Oh, he looked funny, going to bed with wet hair, the little he has, was all over the place. I asked if he brought a hat. He looked in the rearview mirror and said OH MY GOD. 

We both laughed and he said I can't go sit even in the waiting room like this. I look like a goof. 

I asked, "What's with the flat top with that Big Boy Mascot flip on the side?".   The sides were sticking straight out to add to the look.  

Rick said,"I can't go in there like this," but we're both still laughing. 

I said, "I dare you! Where is my man who never cares what he wears?"  

"Not gonna do it."

"They won't ask where you're from?"

Well, that really made us howl. Oh, we had the giggles. 

He dropped me off went to the parking garage and sat and waited for me. As I was leaving I got on the elevator and texted that I was on my way outside. He was there in a flash.  

I got in the car and saw his head. I burst out laughing. 

I asked him, "What on earth did you do to your hair"

"Well in the car garbage bag was a water bottle with a little water in it.

 I thought it would help but I think it made it worse."

"Ya think"  I can't stop laughing. We have serious giggles now and pointing and laughing some more as he would gaze at himself in the rearview mirror. 

We're two old fools but having a big ole belly laugh sure makes you feel good. I wish I had thought to take a picture I was too busy laughing in the moment. But boy that could have been good blackmail.

When he could speak he said he thought it could make it look better but can you imagine me going in like this? 

"Oh, that poor man who drags his leg and talks out of one side of his mouth and oh my his hair. It's nice they let him out of the home" 

Now as I type this it isn't so funny but trust me in a parking garage in uncontrollable laughter, seeing that my husband who never cares what he wears was trying to fix it and he did make it worse. He really looked like a mentally challenged person.  But them...

here's a pic of ole Bob Big Boy Mascot if you don't have one where you live.

Flying

I read an article because the headline grabbed me.

It was, "Should We All Be Dressing Up for Flights Again?"

My first thought was this was an older person like myself writing this.

So I went to the bottom of the article where they give you that synopsis of the author.  Oh I was wrong, a young person in their late 20s.  I have to say I was shocked yet happy. But then I hadn't read the article yet.

Over all she and I were on the same page.

I remember when flying was such a luxury and you weren't herding on like cattle. I remember when you got really nice meals, desserts and people showed some class in dress and behavior. Those days are long gone.

I am blaming it on deregulation. The death of the airline industry if you ask me but you didn't. It made the fares cheap, no more government regulating fares, no more waiting for approval for an airline to get a route, etc.  

Fares were as cheap as riding a bus. 

Remember People's Express? Talk about herding cattle.  

So we now have cheap seats and people began dressing like they were on a bus or worse. 

I firmly believe if you dress well, you behave a certain way. It's been proven with school children. If made to dress a certain way they sit differently in their chairs and they do partake in school more. No coming to school in pjs or short shorts. I would have hated it as a kid to wear a uniform but I'm old enough to remember I couldn't even wear pants to school so there is that. 

Over time the dressing well became obsolete in airports and on planes. 

I see many people in pajamas and slippers walking through a concourse. 

I see people in all forms of dress and undress. Dress like that and trust me when I say, you will not be bumped up to first class.

I get it you wish to be comfortable on your flight. You can still do that with your ass covered and no pajamas. I'm not saying a man has to have a jacket and tie on but jeans and a nice shirt would be a nice change.

When I worked in the airline industry I was fortunate to be able to fly for free. BUT we had to dress a certain way. We all bitched and moaned but we did it. We were flying for free. Trust me the wench at the gate would look you over and if you were not up to snuff you didn't board. I only saw that happen once to a woman who was not wearing hose. To me, that's just ridiculous but this was the 80's. Working girl kind of clothes were the standard ensemble. Business clothes or no boarding.

The first time Rick and I went to Montego Bay Jamaica I suggested he wear a jacket and tie, nice pants etc. He asked why. 

I said, I know you paid for your ticket but if you dress that way you can sit in first class with me. You can't be dressed in shorts etc. 

I knew the girls at the tickets counter at ole Eastern Airlines in Cleveland. I went behind the counter and saw there was space available in first for us. I asked the ticket agent, Angel (and she was) if she would put us down for 2 seats in First. She obliged. 

We drank champagne and Rick told me he could get used to this. I laughed and said Oh I know!  When we arrived in Jamaica, we grabbed our bags and went through customs. It was hot as hell. He was in a nice pair of slacks, a nice shirt, tie, and jacket. I was in (get this) nylons, a skirt, a blouse, a blazer and heels. I too, was dying from the heat. As we stood in line he bitched, "That guy is in shorts" "Hey that woman is in a sun dress"

I said, "Yes, and ask them how much they paid?"  I know you paid for your airfare but this all-inclusive 5-star resort is only costing us $35 a day for both of us and all food, drinks, water sports  - EVERYTHING. So suck it up.

After this fabulous week, Rick decided he could dress any way they wanted him to because he loved this. He said as we left, somehow he was going to get back there.

Fast Forward 5 years and when we were thinking of getting married we knew we wanted to 'run away'. So we went back to Jamaica to the same resort and got married there and had another fabulous week.

Only this time we had to pay for it because I got laid off.

Only for a short time, but nonetheless, it was when I was getting married so I had to pay. 

Didn't matter this place is our happy place. 

Nail Polish

It isn't supposed to rain here in this part of North Carolina today.

I feel like I should say, 'for now'

Man, I think the drought is over. 🤞

I've got mushrooms growing out front. It's been crazy.

I prefer rain over 100's and humid but this was a bit much.

Overall we did very well. All around us was horrific damage. 

We got lucky again. If you look at a map of NC, you'll see that the shore and the western part of the state were hit. 

Those of us more or less in the middle of the state just got copious amounts of rain.

Funny how we planned a quick overnight trip to Asheville to see the fall colors. I don't think so now. Man, Asheville has been destroyed.  

I-40 to get there is mostly closed near there and into Tennessee. It's heartbreaking to see all this destruction. No water, no cell service. If lucky enough to have a home you can always boil your water but no connection to the outside world via phone or internet. 

I wondered how Biltmore fared. They haven't shown anything about that except to say it is closed for those who had reservations. The town of Biltmore Village is completely devasted. The Biltmore they are not saying what damage was done. I imagine there was some. 

I saw a man today sitting on a log talking to a TV reporter and he looked so forlorn it made you want to cry. 

He told the reporter that he had "no home, no water, no communication to the outside world, and no roads to get anywhere. It doesn't look like roads have ever been here, no sign of them." 

Then there are the political commercials all day/all night. 4 in a row makes us scream. We watch all things recorded until the election so we can fast forward through the plethora of lies on these commercials.  

Do you know that Joe Biden made the gas prices go up? Yeah, no one else did either. 

Since I was paying $4.xx and now I just paid $2.79 the other day.  Yes, the constant lies.  I prefer the commercials that lie about getting the stain out of my clothes or it will make my teeth whiter. Who knew we'd long for that!!

I had recorded Jimmy Fallon because I wanted to see Teddy Swims.

Now that I found this man I can't stop listening to his music. I normally don't care for new music. I do like this man.

We watched it again this morning over coffee. Rick said, "his look suits him.  Can you see me wearing nail polish now or ever?"  

No, you could not pull that look off Rick!  But like you said it sure works for him and Steven Tyler in Aerosmith.