As I was eating dinner tonight and watching Two and a Half Men, all of a sudden I said to myself, “What’s that humming?” I turned down the TV to mute and it stopped. I left the TV on mute while I fixed that shouldn’t-have-a-second-helping plate of stuffed salmon and buttered steamed broccoli mixed with cauliflower. Oh yeah, for sure dinner was great, but as I was standing at the stove, I heard it again! It was ME! (ok, “I”, but who cares). I just stood there for a moment and all these memories came flooding back.
About 30 years ago, my great aunt, Ida, at 92 would walk around the house humming. It drove my father insane. Instead of just ignoring it, he’d say, “Ida, for God’s sake, cut it out!” To which she always answered, “What?” Well, time went by and Ida passed away, then later Dad passed away and Mom was left in the house. One day I was there for lunch. I was sitting and completely enjoying my sandwich when all of a sudden I heard this humming. Oh noooooo, it was Mom. She didn’t even know it. We left the house and went shopping and she was still humming, and it wasn’t even a tune. Now, I was never going to criticize her like Dad did with Ida, so I remained zipped. Years went by, the humming kept on, and one day Mom passed away, too.
So back to dinner…..and the hum. What does this mean??? Is it an age related thing? Is it an alone-living thing? And holy smoke, there wasn’t even a tune! Now I can’t help but wonder how long I have been doing this and exactly how many people have been tearing their hair out in frustration. Oh Lord, why me?
To update about Lee: Tonight she was being transferred to a rehab facility for a minimum of a week. I’ll be going over there instead and on Monday she has 2 appointments, one with the rehab doctor and another to resume chemo. How much can a body take? My hat is off to her. Anyway, you’d think that a rehab center would provide the transportation to the appointments that they, themselves, have made for her, but noooooo, no such luck. I’ll take her myself. So the news about her today is overall good. Her legs’ swelling is going down and the lesions are slowly closing and healing. Now we just want the good stuff to continue.
Between the hospital and my own errands, I was also talked into doing a 2nd blog – do you hear me, Carole? You all know by now if you followed me on WLS, that I adore my pets, 2 cats by the name of Sam & Lucy. Yeah, I’m one of those old cat ladies you read about that have no kids and transfer all their affection to their pets. So be it; they’re terrific and they’re fun and they’re smart and adorable. Need I go on. The thing is, when Carole (see, you aren’t getting out of this) talked me into this, I thought, “Wooohoooo, I can DO this”, and never, EVER thought about all the rest of the stuff going on. Oh wow. I opened the new blog (http://lucythebeautiful.blogspot.com) and now I’m am trying to answer bloggers from BOTH places. I might die. By sheer luck, I twisted my ankle on the stairs and have been home for 2 days, mind you, 2 days in my pjs because there’s no time to even dress for typing! Thank you, Carole. I love you. ;)
Time to call it a night and tend to the finger nubs. I’ll be around as soon as I can and will try not to get too far behind. Love and hugs and real admiration to all my blog buddies and especially those that have 2 or more blogs. Miracles, that’s what they are.
I am now hummingly out of here for the night.