high school age
1976
age 45 (Nov 2000)
current picture age 49Basics (smiles): I'm conservative. I don't smoke, swear or do illegal/illicit drugs, next to never drink. I appreciate civilized and law abiding people.
Hobbies: crocheting, leather crafts second leather page , sketching house floor plans page 1 , page 2 , page 3 , oil painting landscapes and still lifes, flower gardening, odd museums and chatting. Oh yes, and I enjoy editing images angel big eye scary reaper fancy tropical plain tropical for use as web page backgrounds. If you do a copy and paste, I suggest saving the images at 600 dpi for decent detail AND as SVGA 800 x 600 which should make the paled image screen width. :)I've posted on my !yahoo 360 blog. My apologies, I don't recall the addy to my 360 page. It's not up to date, but it's more current than this page. Hubby's health updates will be posted before the end of the year.
Old news: It's mid July 2007. Here is a poem which I wrote to commemorate the pilot who died in a plane crash in the mobile home park where I live. The title is "Angel's Aloft" (or should I underline that? I forget rules for publishing.)
Here is the text to the memorial prose:
Angel's Aloft
Pre-flight and checklists, journey well thought
With throttles and flaps up, a soul sails loft
Bright horizons beckon, engine's song heard so oft
Flying upwards and onwards, among angels, on top
Suddenly seemingly endless moment, trouble fraught
Earthly binds recaptured, reticent engine coughed
Only wing, only prayer, downward plunge unstopped
Once soaring midst heaven, mortal shell is dropped
Silence ensues as the earthly shell is sloughed
Spirit wings unfettered, upwards, a soul soars soft
Enveloped in eternity, broad wings uncropped
Glide path and attitude clear, flight path unblocked
Upon heavenly bound breeze, earthly cares now doffed
A halo is waiting, for the
Angel's Aloft
I made a graphic to go with the tribute. The park put up another mobile home over the site, so unfortunately, no placard can lay tribute to the fallen aviator. At least his memory is kept alive here. Here, he has wings. The graphic is on this page: Deer Valley Plane Crash
A link to poems which inspire and lift me.
Disposition: currently, worn out. Some have sarcastically commented that ... with her, it's always something. There have been numerous significant negative events in my life. I can truly say that quite often, it IS 'always something'.
He still has significant problems with his back as of 6/08/08. The laminectomy one of his doctor's discussed was turned down by Medicaid. The health system is treating him with rarely scheduled back injections and a medication that I believe does him more harm than good.
Hubby's surgery ps: as of July 2003, the osteo (bone) doctor thinks he should have surgery to clean up bone spur
problems in his left shoulder.
Some year we will have duct work and wiring installed to the used a/c unit. Until then, cooling is done by an evaporative cooler. They reduce temperature by ten to 15 degrees but are useless during humidity levels above fifteen percent. As of 7/26/03, it's 95 degrees inside as of 7 a.m. The daily high temperatures range between 102 and 112 this time of year, with high humidity. Forgive me if I'm not on the ball. This many months of desert heat have worn me out!
We suspect that someone poisoned our dog Nala as she rapidly lost weight, going from 151 pounds to 94 pounds in less than two months. A friend of one neighbor once threatened to shoot our rottie because she barked. Heck, the dog was blind. Of course she would bark, to announce her presence and her fear of loud vehicles noices. Plus many in the mobile home park threw rocks and stones at her.
My husband got a dog from the Sheriff's Department, Mash Unit, hurricane rescued dog. Hopefully this one will survive the neighbors. I've been attempting to locate federal laws which state the protections that service dogs have, but so far, to no avail.
Another plane crash near my home Text of the events, with a tribute (my poem) to the fallen pilot
Two days later, my husband had a stroke {Oct 14, 2002}. April 9, 2003 he had neurosurgery.
Well, it's nearly the end of October and we're still waiting for some resolution on what the doctors will do to address his back problems. He saw a new specialist this month. At least both hands got the surgical treatment for his carpal tunnel and his one shoulder was cleaned out laporoscopically.
Hubby after brain surgery I've created a diabetic's glucose insulin medical journal/diary form
A few pictures of my plants...
A sampling of my oil paintings and hand crafted crochet treasures!
I've taught myself how to make leather key chains, check books and wallets. Those hobby pictures will be uploaded one of these months. : )
Rusty, the perfect dog, Spring 2002
around 18 years old
We deeply miss his loving presenceGood news: as of March 31, 2002, the pet dog is recovering. We were so worried that he wouldn't make it to Easter. It was a horrible week. He's starting to eat again!!! He walks a bit unsteadily yet, and often seems like he forgets why he goes to the door. His breathing problems have subsided too. Thanks to everyone who was wishing him well. I very much appreciate that."
Rusty @ 15 years old
10/06/2002: Rusty's arthritis and cancer has gotten worse. He can barely stand and wobbles often while walking. I had to pick him up from the yard and raise him to the porch so he could come into the house. He stopped eating for three days. Saturday night, at my suggestion, Joe put Rusty into our bed (around 8 p.m.). Rusty layed there for an hour or so, then wanted down. He drank some water around 6 a.m. and couldn't keep it in his stomach. With great sadness, Joe took him to the Humane Society this Sunday morning at 9 a.m. to have them take Rusty from his misery. We miss him greatly and our grief is profound. Rusty was not only the perfect dog, he was a member of our family.
Four Footed Furry People a.k.a. pets7/14/02 Storm text A synopsis of another nerve frazzling storm
7/14/02 Storm pictures Pictures taken the following morning
