I've been sick for the past week. I'm on antibiotics now--hopefully, that will
clear it up. So since feeling like death warmed over, I have been reading.
Tonight I started reading Gone With the Wind. I've not read it in so many
years. So I decided to read it still again, but slowly. I had read only a few
pages when I found a word I was unfamiliar word: Soughing, used in a
reference to pine trees. So I looked it up; it means rustling. I love the
descriptive style of the author.
Mollie has been barking night and day. So I decided to crate her downstairs.
She sleeps all night and is only barking at times during the day. She'll come
in the sunroom for the night in the summer--to keep her cool. She'll be
super happy then. She wants to be as close to me as possible.
I found a cool strawberry plant holder. 5 levels. It starts out as 36 inches
and decreases as it goes upward. And also movable if I end up selling
this house and sharing my daughter's lot. She has to come here every
day. Sharing her lot would be so much easier on her. I haven't decided yet--
I may change my mind when it's totally remodeled.
All for tonight--
Kate Thorn
Monday, March 2, 2015
Thursday, January 29, 2015
My Dearest Daisy Cat
My dearest Daisy is dying, slowly. I took her to the vet last Sunday. She was having
difficulty breathing, Time dragged by. I have cried, and still there are more tears.
Daisy is no ordinary cat. At age 4, she was diagnosed with endstage cardiomyopathy,
epilepsy, and melanoma on her eye. The vet gave me very little hope. She was put on
phenobarb for her seizures which were extremely bad. But her heart had to wait a bit.
She was started on Benazapril, which works well on cats with this diagnosis. Two
weeks later she went back to have her cancerous eye removed. That one thing, which
had to be done, turned her against female vets for the rest of her life
She became an indoor cat forever. She slept with me. When I moved to Florida, we
were alone. Mr. Natural was doing some work in NC. Daisy and I bonded even closer
than ever. My house was so close to the hosp, that Daisy would watch me disappear
through the hosp.doors. On the days I worked, she waged a campaign to keep me at
home. First, she would get in her cat carrier, and mewl most piteously. When that
didn't work, she would get on my freshly laundered uniform and meow. I knew what
she was saying, "Take me with you."
In the morning she'd be waiting, batting on the windowpane and meowing for me,
We'd talk a bit. Then I'd head for the door. By the time I had opened the door, she
was there, greeting me, meowing her happiness.
The previous year I'd learned how to make jewelry. Daisy loved it. She would sit
and watch me with lustful eyes. When I finished a bracelet, she'd grab it and run.
I'd finally catch her. And the process would repeat itself. She was always near me.
She was fiercely loyal and just as fiercely jealous. I had one fish, Fred, a Siamese
fighting fish. I kept Fred on top of the refrigerator. Not faraway enough from Daisy.
however. Daisy came to me as a starving, bug-catching kitten--and as a cat who
understood English better than most humans. One "no" and that behavior was not
repeated. She jumped on the kitchen counter top only once and received the No
word, and she never did that again. Until Fred. She jumped on the counter, up to
the top of fridge, managed to get his lid off,caught him with me only a room away.
I thought I heard something; I didn't think it was anything, but I checked., I walked
lnto the kitchen and found a very innocent Daisy under the table. Fred the fish was
laying 2 feet away from her. Dead. He wasn't bitten--just deprived of his necessary
environment.. She was equally rough on plants. Until recently. Plants never lasted
a week. She could destroy one in less than5 minutes. Recently, she hasn't bothered
them as much.
The years passed by. I became terribly dehydrated while working in Southern Pines.
My heart rate dropped. I couldn't even walk across the floor. I'd went to doctor,
and just the trip had weakened me to the point that I laid on the sofa and went
to sleep immediately. I had a glass of Tang beside me, but was too exhausted to
drink it. While I was sleeping, Daisy got on top of my legs and purred. Something
about the purring, my heart regulated itself, and I had the strength to drink. I was
out of work for 3 days. Daisy was by my side the entire time.
I had no knowledge of my having auto-immune diseases at that time. The irregular
heart beat continued, but no physician diagnosed me. Just told it was irregular. OK,
It was during this time that Daisy saved my life. I woke up one morning with claw
marks from my shoulder to my wrist. I had no recall of Daisy scratching me. She drew
blood. I realized that my heart quit beating for a very short period of time. Must have
been scary to not awaken me.
Not even 6 months later, I was hurt at work. Then again at Physical Therapy. Daisy
stayed with me throughout it all. I was so depressed during this time. I was in pain, and
I knew my life as I'd always known it, had ended. I tried to focus on jewelry, but that
was a hobby. never meant it to be a career. Daisy stayed by my side the entire time.
It was during this time that Daisy started having severe seizures. She was taken to the
the vet and started on phenobarb. A higher dose made her so drunk that she'd fall down.
So on her 2 week later appt, she had her phenobarb level checked. And I insisted on
a chest X-ray. And I do mean insist. She thought I was nuts--but who was she to
turn down an insistent request. When she came back to me, she was not smiling. And
she started by saying, "I have some bad news for you." And she went on to say that Daisy
had end-stage cardiomyopathy. Her heart was very enlarged, She wanted to look her over
more closely. That's when she saw the melanaoma on the edge of her eyeball. "How long
has she had this?' My reply: "I told 2 different vets about it, and both told me to watch her."
She said, "That's a melanoma." I had just 2 death sentences in less than 10 minutes.
She couldn't have surgery until her heart was a bit improved.
The surgery went well. Daisy glued herself close to me. I was still adjusting her
phenobarb, trying to give her the right amount without knocking her out. When the
eye patch came off and activities were no longer restricted. I could tell that the loss of
the eye had affected her depth perception. And she hated the vet with a vengeance. She
wanted to attack her, more specifically, her eyes. It was so bad that I started with short
term anesthesia just to get blood tests. She finally finally got a level of medication, was
no longer wheezing, and was doing better over all.
When I moved to this house, the previous owner had brought their cat from Florida--along
with its fleas. Two weeks later we moved in--without knowing the house was infested
with fleas. Daisy was acutely allergic to fleas. She had all these odd neuro symptons.
This is a rare side effect. I took her to the vet--and she gave her 2 weeks or less to live.
I was devastated. I spent a lot of time holding her. The house was bombed x 3 times.
Daisy also had to de-wormed. But two days later after being told she was dying, she
started getting better. In 4 days, all neuro symptoms disappeared. But there was no
seizures during this time. However, I'mcalling the vet tomorrow--it won't hurt her. It
could be that Mollie had a stray flea and it got carried inside to the cat. The weakness
and loss of coordination are the same. as then. Hope the Doc is in a good mood tomorrow.
I did change Daisy's phenobarb schedule today to one 16.4 mg pill every 6 hours. Right now
she is on a 10-4-10-4 schedule and she's a lot peppier; still sleeping a lot, but falling down less.
And she was started on Prednisone 5mg, and she does seem to be more active
Kate Thorn
difficulty breathing, Time dragged by. I have cried, and still there are more tears.
Daisy is no ordinary cat. At age 4, she was diagnosed with endstage cardiomyopathy,
epilepsy, and melanoma on her eye. The vet gave me very little hope. She was put on
phenobarb for her seizures which were extremely bad. But her heart had to wait a bit.
She was started on Benazapril, which works well on cats with this diagnosis. Two
weeks later she went back to have her cancerous eye removed. That one thing, which
had to be done, turned her against female vets for the rest of her life
She became an indoor cat forever. She slept with me. When I moved to Florida, we
were alone. Mr. Natural was doing some work in NC. Daisy and I bonded even closer
than ever. My house was so close to the hosp, that Daisy would watch me disappear
through the hosp.doors. On the days I worked, she waged a campaign to keep me at
home. First, she would get in her cat carrier, and mewl most piteously. When that
didn't work, she would get on my freshly laundered uniform and meow. I knew what
she was saying, "Take me with you."
In the morning she'd be waiting, batting on the windowpane and meowing for me,
We'd talk a bit. Then I'd head for the door. By the time I had opened the door, she
was there, greeting me, meowing her happiness.
The previous year I'd learned how to make jewelry. Daisy loved it. She would sit
and watch me with lustful eyes. When I finished a bracelet, she'd grab it and run.
I'd finally catch her. And the process would repeat itself. She was always near me.
She was fiercely loyal and just as fiercely jealous. I had one fish, Fred, a Siamese
fighting fish. I kept Fred on top of the refrigerator. Not faraway enough from Daisy.
however. Daisy came to me as a starving, bug-catching kitten--and as a cat who
understood English better than most humans. One "no" and that behavior was not
repeated. She jumped on the kitchen counter top only once and received the No
word, and she never did that again. Until Fred. She jumped on the counter, up to
the top of fridge, managed to get his lid off,caught him with me only a room away.
I thought I heard something; I didn't think it was anything, but I checked., I walked
lnto the kitchen and found a very innocent Daisy under the table. Fred the fish was
laying 2 feet away from her. Dead. He wasn't bitten--just deprived of his necessary
environment.. She was equally rough on plants. Until recently. Plants never lasted
a week. She could destroy one in less than5 minutes. Recently, she hasn't bothered
them as much.
The years passed by. I became terribly dehydrated while working in Southern Pines.
My heart rate dropped. I couldn't even walk across the floor. I'd went to doctor,
and just the trip had weakened me to the point that I laid on the sofa and went
to sleep immediately. I had a glass of Tang beside me, but was too exhausted to
drink it. While I was sleeping, Daisy got on top of my legs and purred. Something
about the purring, my heart regulated itself, and I had the strength to drink. I was
out of work for 3 days. Daisy was by my side the entire time.
I had no knowledge of my having auto-immune diseases at that time. The irregular
heart beat continued, but no physician diagnosed me. Just told it was irregular. OK,
It was during this time that Daisy saved my life. I woke up one morning with claw
marks from my shoulder to my wrist. I had no recall of Daisy scratching me. She drew
blood. I realized that my heart quit beating for a very short period of time. Must have
been scary to not awaken me.
Not even 6 months later, I was hurt at work. Then again at Physical Therapy. Daisy
stayed with me throughout it all. I was so depressed during this time. I was in pain, and
I knew my life as I'd always known it, had ended. I tried to focus on jewelry, but that
was a hobby. never meant it to be a career. Daisy stayed by my side the entire time.
It was during this time that Daisy started having severe seizures. She was taken to the
the vet and started on phenobarb. A higher dose made her so drunk that she'd fall down.
So on her 2 week later appt, she had her phenobarb level checked. And I insisted on
a chest X-ray. And I do mean insist. She thought I was nuts--but who was she to
turn down an insistent request. When she came back to me, she was not smiling. And
she started by saying, "I have some bad news for you." And she went on to say that Daisy
had end-stage cardiomyopathy. Her heart was very enlarged, She wanted to look her over
more closely. That's when she saw the melanaoma on the edge of her eyeball. "How long
has she had this?' My reply: "I told 2 different vets about it, and both told me to watch her."
She said, "That's a melanoma." I had just 2 death sentences in less than 10 minutes.
She couldn't have surgery until her heart was a bit improved.
The surgery went well. Daisy glued herself close to me. I was still adjusting her
phenobarb, trying to give her the right amount without knocking her out. When the
eye patch came off and activities were no longer restricted. I could tell that the loss of
the eye had affected her depth perception. And she hated the vet with a vengeance. She
wanted to attack her, more specifically, her eyes. It was so bad that I started with short
term anesthesia just to get blood tests. She finally finally got a level of medication, was
no longer wheezing, and was doing better over all.
When I moved to this house, the previous owner had brought their cat from Florida--along
with its fleas. Two weeks later we moved in--without knowing the house was infested
with fleas. Daisy was acutely allergic to fleas. She had all these odd neuro symptons.
This is a rare side effect. I took her to the vet--and she gave her 2 weeks or less to live.
I was devastated. I spent a lot of time holding her. The house was bombed x 3 times.
Daisy also had to de-wormed. But two days later after being told she was dying, she
started getting better. In 4 days, all neuro symptoms disappeared. But there was no
seizures during this time. However, I'mcalling the vet tomorrow--it won't hurt her. It
could be that Mollie had a stray flea and it got carried inside to the cat. The weakness
and loss of coordination are the same. as then. Hope the Doc is in a good mood tomorrow.
I did change Daisy's phenobarb schedule today to one 16.4 mg pill every 6 hours. Right now
she is on a 10-4-10-4 schedule and she's a lot peppier; still sleeping a lot, but falling down less.
And she was started on Prednisone 5mg, and she does seem to be more active
Kate Thorn
Thursday, January 8, 2015
New Year, New Things
Things, well, they've not been that important to me--except for old
things that I lost when Mr. Natural and I split up. I had Christmas
ornaments dating back when I was 6 years old. Gone. They,
and other things, were in a storage unit supposedly in both
of our names. No, emotional blackmail was his specialty. So
I lost my book collection. my poetry book collection, my
ornaments, my collection of red glass that I had collected even
before I ever met him. And the things I had painted when I
painted ceramics. Things that couldn't be replaced. I spent a
great deal of time being depressed regarding this.
Back to things. My daughter and I went looking at furniture
this past Sunday--and I realized that I had never bought "new"
furniture. I had my mom's old chest of drawers--the other two
chests were antique. One, I'd had since the early 80's. So since I'd
never done it, I shopped for a living room suite and a bedroom
suite. Huge deal for this antique old furniture person.
I found a charcoal gray sofa and loveseat, that I never would
have bought, but it was coupled with furniture that was sort
of grayish color--looked oldish and perfect for a country
home, So I got it. Next I looked for a bedroom suite. I had
been looking for 4 poster bed, but I was looking for metal.
I spotted one that was wood and metal--it was gorgeous and
feminine. I loved it. And, since it was time for a new mattress.
I got one those IQ ones--supposedly a combination of memory
foam and baffles. Nice.
I wanted a month before delivery. Remember all my plumbing
woes. My entire house was torn apart. My bedroom has a hallway
going to my bathroom. My bathroom had to be torn apart,
so I went ahead and got a new vanity toilet and new flooring.
But the living room and bedroom are disastrous. It'll take a
month for me to get everything squared away. I'm still
battling polymyocitis and am so weak that my muscles will
spasm if I try to do too much at one time. I have to space all
my activities. So I'm finishing up on the kitchen. Slowly, but
getting it done--organized, each drawer and cabinet has been
emptied, cleaned, and then put back together in an organized
fashion. The same for the living room and bedroom..
I don't have to worry about throwing anything away. My
basement was turned into a smallish apartment, which I plan
to furnish and rent out--eventually.
I wrote my New Year's Affirmations down on New Year's
Day, and have been pretty faithful regarding keeping them.
All the housework has cut into my writing time. As long as Book
One is completed by April--that's OK--and I did work out the
two missing chapters.
My chickens are in Molly's old crate in the laundry room.
They made happy chicken noises --they liked the warmth.
Mollie sleeps in her doghouse at night only. Frigid cold
and she'll be snoozing on the ground.! Pyrenees are different
sort of dogs.
All for now--
Kate Thorn
things that I lost when Mr. Natural and I split up. I had Christmas
ornaments dating back when I was 6 years old. Gone. They,
and other things, were in a storage unit supposedly in both
of our names. No, emotional blackmail was his specialty. So
I lost my book collection. my poetry book collection, my
ornaments, my collection of red glass that I had collected even
before I ever met him. And the things I had painted when I
painted ceramics. Things that couldn't be replaced. I spent a
great deal of time being depressed regarding this.
Back to things. My daughter and I went looking at furniture
this past Sunday--and I realized that I had never bought "new"
furniture. I had my mom's old chest of drawers--the other two
chests were antique. One, I'd had since the early 80's. So since I'd
never done it, I shopped for a living room suite and a bedroom
suite. Huge deal for this antique old furniture person.
I found a charcoal gray sofa and loveseat, that I never would
have bought, but it was coupled with furniture that was sort
of grayish color--looked oldish and perfect for a country
home, So I got it. Next I looked for a bedroom suite. I had
been looking for 4 poster bed, but I was looking for metal.
I spotted one that was wood and metal--it was gorgeous and
feminine. I loved it. And, since it was time for a new mattress.
I got one those IQ ones--supposedly a combination of memory
foam and baffles. Nice.
I wanted a month before delivery. Remember all my plumbing
woes. My entire house was torn apart. My bedroom has a hallway
going to my bathroom. My bathroom had to be torn apart,
so I went ahead and got a new vanity toilet and new flooring.
But the living room and bedroom are disastrous. It'll take a
month for me to get everything squared away. I'm still
battling polymyocitis and am so weak that my muscles will
spasm if I try to do too much at one time. I have to space all
my activities. So I'm finishing up on the kitchen. Slowly, but
getting it done--organized, each drawer and cabinet has been
emptied, cleaned, and then put back together in an organized
fashion. The same for the living room and bedroom..
I don't have to worry about throwing anything away. My
basement was turned into a smallish apartment, which I plan
to furnish and rent out--eventually.
I wrote my New Year's Affirmations down on New Year's
Day, and have been pretty faithful regarding keeping them.
All the housework has cut into my writing time. As long as Book
One is completed by April--that's OK--and I did work out the
two missing chapters.
My chickens are in Molly's old crate in the laundry room.
They made happy chicken noises --they liked the warmth.
Mollie sleeps in her doghouse at night only. Frigid cold
and she'll be snoozing on the ground.! Pyrenees are different
sort of dogs.
All for now--
Kate Thorn
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Happy New Year!!!
I went out for dinner with my daughter and her friend. Very cold! Brrrr.
But really good food! So they are out having a New Years--me, I watched
Ghost. Yeah, very chic flick--but I like chic flicks.
My first book of the year is Men Explain Things to Me by Rebecca Solnit.
I'm a Solnit fan. Book begins with a humorous story of her attending this
party in Aspen. The host said to her, in a condescending fashion, about the type
of books she wrote. She gave him a very brief description of the latest book.
His reply was the there was this Amazing book on the same subject. Her
friend had to tell him 4 times that was the book she'd written. His state of
embarrassment followed.
The following chapters are quite serious. She gets into womens right
away. How women are silenced. Their opinions do not mean anything,
My mother didn't want me to go to college. She said I needed to keep my
job at Roses (equivalent to Walmarts then). I made a nickle more than
than minimum wage and only worked 32 hours a week. Anything was
going be a step upward.
The next chapter is statistics of women being abused, silenced. And after
a chapter regarding politics. The book is full of quotes, deep thoughts.
She is my favorite author, She makes me think, learn, and hunger for more.
Entering the two missing chapters in my own book has some problems. One
chapter is totally different from the existing. Going to be a bear reconciling the two.
That's it for now. Time for me to write my affirmations for the coming year.
Have a happy new year. May the next year be blessed with more happiness
than this year!
All For Now--
Kate Thorn
But really good food! So they are out having a New Years--me, I watched
Ghost. Yeah, very chic flick--but I like chic flicks.
My first book of the year is Men Explain Things to Me by Rebecca Solnit.
I'm a Solnit fan. Book begins with a humorous story of her attending this
party in Aspen. The host said to her, in a condescending fashion, about the type
of books she wrote. She gave him a very brief description of the latest book.
His reply was the there was this Amazing book on the same subject. Her
friend had to tell him 4 times that was the book she'd written. His state of
embarrassment followed.
The following chapters are quite serious. She gets into womens right
away. How women are silenced. Their opinions do not mean anything,
My mother didn't want me to go to college. She said I needed to keep my
job at Roses (equivalent to Walmarts then). I made a nickle more than
than minimum wage and only worked 32 hours a week. Anything was
going be a step upward.
The next chapter is statistics of women being abused, silenced. And after
a chapter regarding politics. The book is full of quotes, deep thoughts.
She is my favorite author, She makes me think, learn, and hunger for more.
Entering the two missing chapters in my own book has some problems. One
chapter is totally different from the existing. Going to be a bear reconciling the two.
That's it for now. Time for me to write my affirmations for the coming year.
Have a happy new year. May the next year be blessed with more happiness
than this year!
All For Now--
Kate Thorn
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Time Flies--Almost Christmas
I have been meaning to write more, but I have working on my book series
and I found out I missed two important chapters, so I must backtrack and
insert them. They explain things yet to come and why one of my male
main characters react the way they do.. I'm still plugging away at it.
Not done as much bird watching, but I saw one the precious little downy
woodpeckers a few minutes ago. Glad to know they are still here.
My critters (dog, cat, chickens, birds and occasionally a stray possum or
two) consume more food than I do. The dog food alone cost 60.00 for
60 lbs. of Happy Hips kibbles--Loaded with vitamins and glucosamine,
chrondroitin. Her weight two weeks ago was 94 lbs and even though
she's a year old, Pyrenees are considered puppies at this age. If they are
going to work around animals, one isn't supposed to even try to train
them until they are 18 months old. That is how much puppy they are.
My daughter had an allergic reaction ,which scares my daughter silly.
I do fall that easily. So I try not to worry her. So I called a neighbor--
whom we give eggs to--and askedif he would come over for about 5 minutes.
He started to follow meinto the pen, one glance at Mollie--was very still
and staring at him intently. I said, "No, your job is to call 911 is she accidentally
knocks me down" Mollie was golden, but she never took her eyes off of him.
That assured me and scared me. These dogs cannot be trained to follow
commands. Their genetic code is such if someone tried to harm me,
she'd come though the fence and kill them. But only to protect me,
save me. Never to be vicious. They are really friendly. But one just
want to mess with these dogs. They are different in that they never attack
from the front. The go for the back. One Pyrenees scared off a
grizzly--in Montana--and saved a kids life. The dog sustained minor
injuries. Minor!! After attacking a grizzly bear! I could hardly
believe it. I knew two Pyrenees could bring and kill a bear--I knew
they fought wolves off--and with one bite, killed the wolf. They
kill wolves, coyotes, by one bite to the back of the neck; they literally
sever the spinal column, You cant treat them like a toy, or a regular
pet. And you have to be the alpha. No matter what. Mollies toy--
she dug up a piece of a log--it's 9" around (at least) and about 12" long.
It's heavy--even for my daughter. Mollie grabs it up and runs up and down
her log carrying this in her mouth. Amazing!
I have a small tree up--with only 4 sets of mini lights on it--and 5 sets
winding around the deck--what was left went around the railing and
the top of the front porch. Looks so cheerful!
Merry Christmas to all!!
Later, Kate Thorn
and I found out I missed two important chapters, so I must backtrack and
insert them. They explain things yet to come and why one of my male
main characters react the way they do.. I'm still plugging away at it.
Not done as much bird watching, but I saw one the precious little downy
woodpeckers a few minutes ago. Glad to know they are still here.
My critters (dog, cat, chickens, birds and occasionally a stray possum or
two) consume more food than I do. The dog food alone cost 60.00 for
60 lbs. of Happy Hips kibbles--Loaded with vitamins and glucosamine,
chrondroitin. Her weight two weeks ago was 94 lbs and even though
she's a year old, Pyrenees are considered puppies at this age. If they are
going to work around animals, one isn't supposed to even try to train
them until they are 18 months old. That is how much puppy they are.
My daughter had an allergic reaction ,which scares my daughter silly.
I do fall that easily. So I try not to worry her. So I called a neighbor--
whom we give eggs to--and askedif he would come over for about 5 minutes.
He started to follow meinto the pen, one glance at Mollie--was very still
and staring at him intently. I said, "No, your job is to call 911 is she accidentally
knocks me down" Mollie was golden, but she never took her eyes off of him.
That assured me and scared me. These dogs cannot be trained to follow
commands. Their genetic code is such if someone tried to harm me,
she'd come though the fence and kill them. But only to protect me,
save me. Never to be vicious. They are really friendly. But one just
want to mess with these dogs. They are different in that they never attack
from the front. The go for the back. One Pyrenees scared off a
grizzly--in Montana--and saved a kids life. The dog sustained minor
injuries. Minor!! After attacking a grizzly bear! I could hardly
believe it. I knew two Pyrenees could bring and kill a bear--I knew
they fought wolves off--and with one bite, killed the wolf. They
kill wolves, coyotes, by one bite to the back of the neck; they literally
sever the spinal column, You cant treat them like a toy, or a regular
pet. And you have to be the alpha. No matter what. Mollies toy--
she dug up a piece of a log--it's 9" around (at least) and about 12" long.
It's heavy--even for my daughter. Mollie grabs it up and runs up and down
her log carrying this in her mouth. Amazing!
I have a small tree up--with only 4 sets of mini lights on it--and 5 sets
winding around the deck--what was left went around the railing and
the top of the front porch. Looks so cheerful!
Merry Christmas to all!!
Later, Kate Thorn
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Beach Trip in Late September
A couple of weeks ago i went to the beach with my daughter
and grandson--and, of course, Daisy. (I even take a small
vacuum cleaner just for her.) We went out to eat--food was
great--and we stopped at one beach wares shop. Not one of
the super large ones. I wanted a mug--that's all. But we walked
around perusing the other goods. And that's when I fell--no
warning. I fell on my right shoulder--the same one broken in April.
And it hurt--really hurt. I had just been released from the frequent
visits to the doctor. I got up with help. My beach trip was essentially
over. The weather forecast was for rain. So we did not bring my
cart. I spent the rest of the time feeling very miserable, but Daisy and I
really enjoyed just watching the ocean.
All for now
Kate Thorn
and grandson--and, of course, Daisy. (I even take a small
vacuum cleaner just for her.) We went out to eat--food was
great--and we stopped at one beach wares shop. Not one of
the super large ones. I wanted a mug--that's all. But we walked
around perusing the other goods. And that's when I fell--no
warning. I fell on my right shoulder--the same one broken in April.
And it hurt--really hurt. I had just been released from the frequent
visits to the doctor. I got up with help. My beach trip was essentially
over. The weather forecast was for rain. So we did not bring my
cart. I spent the rest of the time feeling very miserable, but Daisy and I
really enjoyed just watching the ocean.
All for now
Kate Thorn
Life in Hendersonville NC
This has to be the most pleasant small town I've ever lived in.
As we were going up the road towards Walmart, we saw blue lights
on both sides of the road. No, not a wreck. They were directing traffic.
So the people could could get out of the church parking lot safely.
And they do this for all churches of a large size. They also do this
when some huge company, as a car dealership, has a sale. Unreal!
They didn't even do that in Mayberry!
The kennel I boarded Mollie in while at the beach thew in a free bath.
Mollie weighed 70 or 80 pounds then so it had to be an experience.
Free Bath! Another unreal!
Anyway, I love this town. After buying groceries today we went to
Messalunas to eat. (spelling not checked yet). The food was delicious
and, service was beyond excellent. Next we went to a spice store--and I
found this wonderful vinaigrette call Gingered Honey--to die for--so
it came home with us. They had the most unusual teapots--black
iron with a ceramic coating inside and out. The outside was rustic
matte--with different designs on them. My favorite was the dragonfly
purple teapot. Of course, the spice scents made you want to buy--
and I did--but only 2 packs of the flavored sugars--clove sugar and
cinnamon sugar--I am going to mix a small amt (1/2 tsp) in hot water
and see how it tastes. Then I'll try it tea. I usually use Stevia Pure
Via from Amazon--800 packs at a time. Lasts forever. I put it in Greek
yogurt and tea.
All for now
Kate Thorn
PS-We refers to my daughter and I. Mr. Natural is forever gone.--One
last thing--Mollie ran off a bear a few nights ago--super protective now.
All pets are super spoiled. The chicken house is insulated with styrofoam
and more plywood. They are still laying eggs!
Kate
As we were going up the road towards Walmart, we saw blue lights
on both sides of the road. No, not a wreck. They were directing traffic.
So the people could could get out of the church parking lot safely.
And they do this for all churches of a large size. They also do this
when some huge company, as a car dealership, has a sale. Unreal!
They didn't even do that in Mayberry!
The kennel I boarded Mollie in while at the beach thew in a free bath.
Mollie weighed 70 or 80 pounds then so it had to be an experience.
Free Bath! Another unreal!
Anyway, I love this town. After buying groceries today we went to
Messalunas to eat. (spelling not checked yet). The food was delicious
and, service was beyond excellent. Next we went to a spice store--and I
found this wonderful vinaigrette call Gingered Honey--to die for--so
it came home with us. They had the most unusual teapots--black
iron with a ceramic coating inside and out. The outside was rustic
matte--with different designs on them. My favorite was the dragonfly
purple teapot. Of course, the spice scents made you want to buy--
and I did--but only 2 packs of the flavored sugars--clove sugar and
cinnamon sugar--I am going to mix a small amt (1/2 tsp) in hot water
and see how it tastes. Then I'll try it tea. I usually use Stevia Pure
Via from Amazon--800 packs at a time. Lasts forever. I put it in Greek
yogurt and tea.
All for now
Kate Thorn
PS-We refers to my daughter and I. Mr. Natural is forever gone.--One
last thing--Mollie ran off a bear a few nights ago--super protective now.
All pets are super spoiled. The chicken house is insulated with styrofoam
and more plywood. They are still laying eggs!
Kate
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