Tags: august-2002

summer - tennis

Summer Days...

Lovely, lovely weather! Blue skies and sunshine and warm. But cool at night. (So it's easy to sleep.) Could it be more perfect than that? Just love the summer...

The neighbors across the street are having a small yard sale. I was invited to join them, but declined. (June -- who lives next door -- and I are planning a sale for a few weeks from now.)

Still, when I see them all out there -- two sets of neighbors, I think -- I wish I was taking part. (It always ends up like something of a 'party' -- well, in a very limited sense -- as far as interacting with each other. There haven't been many chances to even talk to most of our neighbors recently.)

Lost two houses full of neighbors this past year. Both of the 'dueling lawn' houses, too! (Both had immaculate grass that they kept 'just so.') Jim and Pat -- well, Jim passed very suddenly back in November. I didn't find out 'til taking round the Christmas gifts in December!

Jim was such a sweet old man. Kept that yard perfect! I feel so funny when we drive by or I ride my bike by and see the lovely climbing roses on the telephone in front of the house. He was actually out working in the yard right before he came in, sat down and passed away. (Perfect. Ended his life doing something he loved.)

Pat was the one who'd had bad health for several years. Imagine her outliving him. She ended up moving to a 'retirement village' not far from here. She couldn't manage the stairs down to the basement where the utilities are.

Hope we get another nice family there! I didn't always see them that much, but they were such nice people -- and kept that house up so well, inside and out.

Interestingly enough, their 'dueling lawn' friends who lived across the street from both them and us are also moved into the same retirement facility, John and Millie. (Millie was a bit of a pain, but John is a dear.) John is taking the move bad. He loves that house and this neighborhood and his neighbors here. The move was Millie's idea, and she's apparently happy as a clam. I haven't seen her at all since they moved -- but John is around quite a bit. Just can't give it all up...

They plan to put the house up for sale, but no sign out there so far. Again, hope we get good neighbors there.

The 'retirement village' that they all moved to used to be the Catholic parish for our immediate neighborhood when we lived in our last house. Actually, our last house was directly bordering the Catholic church property!

They kept the church building standing thankfully, as it's beautiful, but moved both the house that had served as the convent -- I still miss all the nuns, who were friends -- and the rectory. And tore down the Catholic school, which hadn't been used as a school in some years.

That rectory is a fabulous old building -- built very well and with lovely features! The pantry alone was amazing, an actual separate pantry room off the kitchen. The priest I knew the best, Father Gothe, was very proud of the house. He used to always show people around when they went by to see him. (As I did several times.)

The convent I knew less about, but it was a wonderful old house, too. The huge parlor and big kitchen. I'm so glad they didn't just tear it down.

The 'village' they built is very lovely. A nice addition to the old neighborhood. Still, not to ever hear the church bells ring again? What a shame. (They're supposedly using the church as a 'chapel' for the village, as some of the people there are going to be retired nuns and priests, I guess.)

All my cousins went to school there. My favorite Aunt (Aunt Dorothy) used to come across the river every Sunday to attend church there. (And her funeral mass was held there.) I used to be a lay reader there for around a year, I guess. Mom joined the church there. She had previously been brought up Lutheran -- then became a Methodist before we were born -- which is the church both Marilyn and I were raised in.

I'll never forget sitting in the front pews -- very hard wood, I had to go to the car and get a pillow for Dad, who in later years really had no butt at all -- and holding Dad's hand when we attended funeral mass for his last remaining sibling, his brother Butch (Albert).

Dad was the oldest child in his family -- and they all died before him. (He was so crushed by that...)

Marilyn and I used to attend church picnics and dinners there. I'd help out at the Senior Citizen lunches they held every month and then we'd have wonderful sing-alongs.

The old school building was turned into a hall for dinners and so on. They used to have Bingo there every week -- and Mom must have played there hundreds of times. We 'girls' -- my sisters Sue, Marilyn and I -- also held our parents' 50th Anniversary Celebration in that hall.

I miss it, but I'm not depressed by the passing of those places. Progress and change are good things. And they don't erase my memories. And pictures are a wonderful memory aid, I've found. (smile)

Just like all those people. I sometimes miss Dad and Mom -- but I have wonderful memories to look back on. Mom was always pretty game! She took Marilyn and me to our first concert ever, to see the Monkees -- and drug along friends, as well. (I remember she took cotton balls to plug her ears as we had good seats -- in the front row of the second section on the floor facing the stage. She handed these out to several security guards and ushers.)

And Dad helped Marilyn and I with the fixing and painting in our first house. We used to sing along with records and tapes of old musicals. Or he'd tell us family stories. I'd ask about someone and he'd often sigh and say he couldn't recall -- but that Dorothy, his sister and our favorite Aunt, would have known the answer. Then he'd make a joke about her going and dying on him. That's where Marilyn and I got our warped sense of humor -- from Dad.

Okay, that's enough nostalgia for one day! (smile)

It's funny -- but as you go through life you might lose some friends and much of your family -- yet you're always gaining new friends and new family. So it all works out! I count our online friends as a big part of our extended family.

Well, off to clean house. I'm on a mission to get rid of more things around here! God, we have so much stuff. (sigh)

I'd like to maybe try scanning in a bunch of Dad's art and putting it up at our website, that I haven't even started yet! I wonder if that would work? (Some of it is pretty big for the scanner...)

Have to share my nice Justin/JC icon I made in honor of JC's bday yesterday. (grin) I'm still a JC/Justin slash girl...)

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Frustrations and Impatience...

I'm not in a patient mood today. I'm not sure why, but I'm not. So I'm currently trying to fight back my annoyance...

I just returned from mammogram number two -- plus two (count 'em -- two) ultra sounds. (sigh)

That appears inconclusive, though I personally believe if they felt there was a problem they'd have had me talk to the doctor -- which they certainly did when I went through this three years ago.

So I came home ready to set up my consultation with a gynecologist about potentially getting a hysterectomy. So I called the clinic on the card, taped to a sheet of instructions given me by my primary care physician. The doctor I ask about is no longer with them. She left the clinic two weeks ago. They've no idea who I should see. I've certainly no idea who out of their five other doctors I should see -- seeing as I'm going by what my doctor has given me!

I get disconnected in the middle of trying to determine if they accept my insurance or not. I call back my own clinic and ask about more details. I talk to the 'referral' expert, who says I can see anyone at the clinic. But she can't guarantee my insurance will cover surgery until after I've had a consultation.

I call back for an appointment. They set one and then determine they do not accept my insurance even for consultations! Now I call back my clinic and ask to speak to my doctor's assistant. The nurse isn't in today, so I'm forced to leave a lengthy message.

In the meantime, I didn't receive my pelvic and pap last Thursday, the doctor reasoning that I'd get that when I say the GYN. Right. Plus in the midst of discussing several medical concerns, I forgot to mention my expired prescriptions. So now I can't get those refilled until I speak with the nurse -- and I've already had one extension -- and am out of pills. (Imagine being so wrapped up in other talk that I failed to mention my medicines to the doctor!)

So now what? Needless to say, I'm not getting a hysterectomy -- however much I need it -- if it's not covered by my insurance. This was supposed to be our 'solution' to me remaining on progesterone -- the now questionable hormone -- and a second medication I take to avoid constant bleeding. (Apparently due to fibroids.) I assume I'll now need to set up yet another appointment with my doctor, to do the pelvic and pap we skipped on Thursday -- weren't we clever? I'll have to sit around on my hands until the x-ray clinic sends me the results of my latest mammogram/ultra sound... I'll basically have to stew about all of this, as I'm not feeling extremely patient for whatever reason.

I need to take some medical papers to my doctor's office, so may get out and bike over there. The exercise might be 'just what the doctor ordered.' (Yes, the pun in this case is intentional.) Maybe I'll be in better humor afterwards.

Funny, as Marilyn took off work to take me in for the appointment. (After I had a 'misunderstanding' on the phone with my older sister Sue this morning.) And the two of us were in good humor and laughing...

(Phone calls like these can apparently put the most pleasant day into chaos. Kaos? That's a Nick joke.)

I should just go and do some laundry, housework or deliver that paper to the clinic. Ranting really doesn't accomplish much, I find. Though I'm calmer now and feeling silly for letting this get blown out of proportion, even for a few minutes. (smile)

A sense of humor goes a long way in this life. I'm glad I have one -- and can usually remember to use it. (I'll just ponder MM's hot dream she was telling me about and let this blow over...)

Interestingly enough, I was sort of looking forward to a hysterectomy. It might have improved my quality of life in the long run. It's so frustrating to have 'break-through bleeding' almost every time I do any physical assertion. I've always been able to lift heavy things and bike and walk and run and so on without concerns. Now I can start to bleed from scrubbing the floor. (sigh) Well, no use letting that get me down. I'm sure we can come up with something else...

Hm. The weather's starting to look 'threatening.' I wonder if we're finally going to get that rain they've been promising us. (grin) I'd better go if I'm going to.