While Kelly relaxed in her recliner, Pheebs and I took a quick drive around half the Park earlier this morning and checked our mailbox which was empty of course because Canada Post is on strike. We came right back home again. The Subaru never even got warmed up. It is unlikely that Pheebs and I will go out at all tomorrow. At 43F it was a cold, gray, and very windy day. The weather forecast is calling for snow on Friday and continuing for the next 7 or 8 days after that. They are calling it a Snowmageddon heading our way. Beam us up Scotty, get us out of here!!!! SORRY FOLKS, I DIDN'T GET AROUND TO TAKING ANY PHOTOS TODAY
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Pheebs has a soft rubber toy that when squeezed, makes a loud squawking sound. She doesn't play with it anymore and has graciously agreed to let Kelly have it. With Kelly and I often at different ends of our unit it is hard for me to hear her weakened voice if she should need assistance, especially during the night. So, this is where Pheeb's squawker toy comes in. Kelly keeps it close at hand and only has to give it a quick squeeze to send a resounding 'Squawk' echoing down the hallway and jolting me out of my sleep to quickly come to her aid. So far, she hasn't had to use the squawker except for a test -'Squawk' late this afternoon. Kelly spent most of the day in her bed. She is still very weak.
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Finished my book Walking Home by author Rick Rogers a few days ago and it was another book I enjoyed as I followed this fellow's sometimes stumbling and sometimes bumbling trek from south to north along the Pacific Crest Trail. He writes with a sense of humor and I liked how he interacted and took an interest in other hikers he met along the trail. His honesty appealed to me as well. Kelly and I intersected this trail one time in Warner Springs, California when In Search Of The Great Stone Eagle
Kelly posted these words and picture to her Facebook page yesterday::
As many of you know I have fought liver disease for 10 years. After just being discharged again from the hospital after a very tough episode I have decided to lay down my sword. Even warriors get tired. I'll be cared for by palliative care. "The worse the passage the more welcome the port"
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Al's Music Box:)) Silhouettes is a song made famous by the doo-wop group the Rays in 1957, peaking at number 3 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100. In May 1957, songwriter Bob Crewe saw a couple embracing through a window shade as he passed on a train. He quickly set about turning that image into a song. Frank Slay, who owned the small Philadelphia record label XYZ with Crewe, added lyrics, and they soon had a complete song ready to record. The story has frequently been reported that Slay heard the Rays audition for Cameo-Parkway Records, for which he worked, and immediately decided that they were the perfect group for "Silhouettes". However, Slay and Crewe were actually already familiar with the group, as "Silhouettes" was their third single with them. Neil Arena of the original Mello-Kings maintains that Slay and Crewe had first written the song for their group, but since they were away on tour and unable to record it when Crewe offered it to Herald Records boss Al Silver, the writers opted for the Rays instead. The song received a break when popular Philadelphia disc jockey Hy Lit fell asleep with a stack of newly released records on his record player. "Silhouettes" happened to be the last to play, and so it repeated until he woke up. He began to play the song on his show. It became popular enough that Cameo-Parkway picked it up for national distribution, and it eventually reached number 3 on both the R&B Best Sellers chart and Billboard Top 100, while also hitting the top five on both the sales and airplay charts. It was the group's only top 40 hit.
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GROANER'S CORNER:(( A little girl asked her mother: "How did the human race appear?" The mother answered, "God made Adam and Eve; they had children; and so was all mankind made." Two days later the girl asked her father the same question. The father answered, "Many years ago there were monkeys from which the human race evolved." The confused girl returned to her mother and said, "Mom, how is it possible that you told me the human race was created by God, and Dad said they developed from monkeys?" The mother answered, "Well, Dear, it is very simple. I told you about my side of the family, and your father told you about his."
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What do you call it when you mix alcohol and American Literature? Tequila Mockingbird.
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Harry and his neighbor Joe often borrowed things from each other. One day, Harry asked to borrow Joe's ladder. Joe said, "Sorry Harry, I've lent it to my son." Remembering a saying that his grandma often used to tell him, Harry said, "Joe, you should never lend anything to your children because you'll never get it back." Joe replied, "Don't worry, it's not my ladder - it's my dad's."
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(((Hugs)))
ReplyDeletePrayers for the warrior .
ReplyDeletePrayers work miracles.
ReplyDeleteIt's feeling almost like
ReplyDeletewinter in a lot of places,
Al.I hope you, Kelly and Pheebs stay warm and
rest well tonight.Praying
that you and Kelly feel
peace deep within you
-Mary
Some real rest and calm from decision making is good I think. Hope you both rest easy and breath deep. Big sigh.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful gallery tonight, Al. I am glad Kelly is taking time from the battle. Time for rest. My prayers are with her..
ReplyDeleteKelly's post is gut wrenching. You can do this Al, there are a lot of people holding you up! Hope you get a restful night's rest.
ReplyDeleteOur prayers for the Bayfield Bunch continue.
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