I have 5 wonderful children who will do anything that they are capable of doing for their Mother, me. I am very lucky this way.
My oldest son, Jared, was in Florida working and visiting friends. I asked him if I bought his plane ticket home, for which I used miles so it was very cheap, and a train ticket from Florida would he come and level my floor upstairs. It was the only thing I didn’t know how to fix. Of course, he told me yes.
After he got here and looked at our attic conversion. He told us it wasn’t wired that just the power was brought upstairs. He also found that the plumbing wasn’t right either. This was done before we bought the house but it was never finished. It took him a lot longer than he thought but he got the upstairs plumbed, wired and the floor leveled. He also enlarged the area we plan to put our bed in.
He found that the downstairs bathroom was vented into the upstairs. It is now vented outside. Also, the upstairs bathroom vent is in now too. We can actually put a toilet in now. Yeah!
While on the roof installing the vents he noticed that he could see light around the chimney. He fixed that too.
He also put up a new mantel for the fireplace. We just need to finish it out.
Thank you so much, Jared! I am so lucky to have such wonderful children.
Today I am bringing myself to actually write about my best friend, Alice, who I lost on Sunday. Alice was my 102 lb. Lab/ Catahoula leopard dog who at 11 1/2 years old left this world.
Alice never wanted anything but to be by me. She loved me unconditionally. She was the best girl. She never left my side when we were hiking or the campsite while camping. When David and I would pick berries or spruce tips she would just lay and watch us, move as we moved and never left my side. We were walking with her through a park one time and this tiny dog came running out of the grass. Scared Alice to death and she went running for camp. Another time we were going to hike the trail to Five Fingers on the Yukon River in Canada. There were steep, long steps down to the trail. Alice got down about half way turned and said that is enough, ran back to the van. Trying to get her across a bridge over the Yukon River in Miles Canyon near Whitehose was really something. David pushed and I pulled. Once across she was fine and we went for a nice walk. Coming back we just thought this is going to be fun. She tricked us though and walked right across.
Alice was such a chicken. People would be afraid of her because she was big. They would hear her deep bark not knowing that she was hiding in the bedroom barking at them. She was a great protector if she could hide behind you. She was afraid of kitchens, bathrooms and floors without carpet. Oh yes, stairs can be scary too. In fact any change can be scary.
Alice helped me through my late husband’s, Baggy, 13 months of illness and his death. When the paramedics were on the way to our home I put her outside. As they worked on Baggy in the living room by the window she quietly watched. When it was time for them to take Baggy away, as they zipped the bag she started to bark and did so until they drove off. She was the one that helped me make it through this.
Alice moved with me from Texas to Washington to Alaska. Then our last move to York, Pennsylvania. She was a great traveler.
She was so good with the twin granddaughters. I used to laugh because every time Dan brought them over she would have to smell them and make sure they were the right ones, I guess. As they grew she would sit patiently until they finished eating so she could clean up their mess. If she did get tired of them she would just get up and go into the bedroom.
When we would get ready to go somewhere and Alice couldn’t go we could tell her, “No, Alice you have to stay.” Then she would mope off to her moping corner in our room. David said she reminded him of Eeyore.
Friday morning I was awakened by the sound of Alice falling against the wall next to my side of the bed. She then slipped down the wall and was laying down. I thought that was weird but she seemed to settle down. I went back to sleep for a while. I got up around 6 and went to start my morning routine, which the first thing was to let Alice out. She always follows me right to the door as soon as we are up. She didn’t follow. A little later she tried to get up and couldn’t. Her whole back end didn’t work.
We looked up vets online and found one that opened at 7:30. I called and they could get her in at 10. The next problem was how to get her in the back of our car. Luckily, we have a Subaru Outback so the backend opens up. But how would we get this 102 lb dog up the hill and into the car. Our son in law, Dan, and his Dad, Jim, came to help. I got her on a sheet and we brought in the girls’ wagon. We go her into the wagon, up the hill and into the car without stressing her out.
The vet couldn’t find anything really bad on the x-rays. Some arthritis but who of us don’t have that in our backs. I am thinking now it was a stroke. The vet says it could be. She says we could try a steroid shot and that if it helped we would be able to tell by Sunday. I agreed to let her have the shot, hoping it will help. We took her back home.
By now she has not been to the bathroom since Thursday night. David and I put a rolled towel under her to hold up her backend. We took her out but she didn’t do anything. She couldn’t pick up her tail and her legs just dragged behind her.
Saturday night wasn’t a good night for Alice. Sunday morning there was no change what so ever. I couldn’t let her suffer any more. I made the decision I had to make. The vet opened at 10. We were there with Alice when they opened. They got us in right away. They were so wonderful to us. Alice left this world knowing how loved she was. We were with her until the end.
I love you, Alice. I will never forget you and all you did for me. I hope you are sitting at Baggy’s side now watching over me.
I feel like I really did a lot of today. I just seemed to have so much energy. I know I do have more energy, since I started on this life change.
I started the day off checking my email. Then off to clean the bathroom. I got the towels washed, counter, toilet, and tub cleaned. Then I did the floors.
I knew the boys wouldn’t clean it while I am in Gig Harbor, WA taking care of my daughter, Sarah, after her foot surgery.
So, yesterday I am getting busy on my checklist and my son comes in the room. He says, “Hey Mom, the guy I’m working for needs someone to clean his condo. You want to do it for $20 an hour?” I said, “Sure why not.” My son tells me he just put new carpet in, so I didn’t have to worry about that. He needs someone to clean the kitchen cabinets, bathrooms, clean the floors. I thinking well that won’t be bad. Boy, was I wrong!
Those rooms were horrible. I started downstairs yesterday. We only worked for a few hours because my son had to go to Home Depot. Today we were there from 8 to 5 but we had to leave for a while, so Dusty could go look at another job. I still have at least another day or day and a half before I am done. Even the washer and dryer were filthy. I have to say though it has been fun working with my son again. I haven’t done that since he was a kid. This time though he was the boss and not me. I think I will be making a little more money than I thought I would make.
Well life is always good when you get to spend time with your loved ones whether it is working together or just visiting.