I SEE DEAD PEOPLE.........a Blog Pause.
Daughter got a call on Wednesday at 4:00 a.m. from our home town Police Force..... It seems the "Big Boss" called them after seeing women in his closet and a dead man hanging from his Ceiling Fan.... Only Problem.......He doesn't have any ceiling fans in his house... Daughter...... having to make the decision what to do with him.....since we were home in Georgia sound asleep....and unable to hear even a bomb go off... Had the police take him to the local hospital...... Now the BB is heading towards 90 in a few months.... He lives alone and still drives.... We have been trying to get him into an Assisted Living Home for the past three years... He refused to budge.... He refused to let anyone into the house.. We also tried to get him to give up his license....to no avail.... The sad part is we could not get anyone to assist us... His doctor told us years ago that he was a grown man and we couldn't tell him what to do.... So back to the ER this Wednesday he was checked ...






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Always enjoy your posts and sense of humor
-Joan-
www.mvobsession.com
hugs, Linda
Love the latest addition to the wall- you're not headed to the home yet, IMHO.
I don't think you are odd at all, girlfriend. You are talking to a died in the wool Southerner whose family defined the word "eccentric", particularly Mr. Magpie's family. ;-)
As for me, I grew up in a house full of African heads staring down at me. Think "Out of Africa" with heads and chintz and limoges. LOL
xo
Sheila
And your FIL would not let you help - but his doctor should have stepped in.
I love your sense of humor too!
sandie
ps I HATE SPEED BUMPS! It must be those fast and furious cars going to fast in your neighborhood. lol
BTW, I am making your pork kabobs in the crock pot tonight. They smelled heavenly. Then Pa came to the door and said, "Peg, we have a big problem." It seems the dog ran in the barn, straight into a skunk. After googling what to do, we washed her for 20 minutes in peroxide and baking soda and now she sits whimpering, confined to a cage. Well, we can't let a wet dog outside in 20 degrees! So the kabobs... they will taste good but the whole house smells like skunk!!!
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
I hate to disappoint, but Daddy's valet was just a boy. Mama said that Daddy hired him to take care of (aka pick up) his clothes, etc. I guess the boy needed money (and Daddy couldn't even boil water!), and when Mama married Daddy, she went into a real bachelor's household! The housekeeper was the housekeeper for his grandmother and by distinguished, and she took care of Daddy, his brother, and also some of my grandmother's affairs after she died. The housekeeper mhelped my father and his brother run things and was an amazing lady. There was a legal guardian (actually three with one in charge), but this lady kept their home together until my parents married. Then she retired. She was afraid that she would interfere with Daddy's marriage since she had been there so long (even from the tome my grandmother was little) and wanted to give Mama a chance to establish their household together.
It wasn't Downton Abbey, but its Southern cousin and far, far less grand. He, however, did descend from some fascinating royal and noble characters, but was the most down to earth person ever. He was noble in his love for his family and royal In terms of having the biggest heart ever, and I loved him to pieces. A wonderful father and husband. :-). Can you tell who is a Faddy's girl? ;-)
xoxox
Sheila
I didn't see that typo. It is the IPAD spelling for me. Argh!
Last weekend we went to Atlanta and stayed in the Georgian Terrace for a Valentine's Mini-Moon. We had dinner and breakfast at the Livingston Restaurant there. Wonderful food! My plate was embarrassingly clean. As for my molten lava cake dessert, I may have scraped the finish off the plate, making sure I didn't miss a drop of chocolate goo (culinary term :) ) and ice cream.
I raised and showed horses when I was growing up. Believe it or not, horses can become depressed and broken hearted, just like people. A depressed horse can show symptoms such as a lack of motivation, low energy, dull hair, or even chronic illness. I would offer it a carrot and some affection. Buster (my cairn terrorist) showed signs of dementia before he died. He would wander into my garden and couldn't figure out how to exit.
Your Friend,
Deborah