Crewdsons and CoronaVirus

Well I imagine that all of us our doing things differently in our life because we are trying to do what we can do to stop the spread of Covid19. We are doing what we can to entertain ourselves here in our home.

We have taken Harrison to the vet. They want everyone safe, so you sit outside while they examine your pet. Talk to you on the phone to let you know what it going on with your pet. When we left we thought we were done. Then we get a call to tell us that Harrison has hookworms too. David had to go and pick up his meds. When he arrived he had to call to let them know he was there. He gave him his card info and then they brought out his medication.

I had a doctor appointment this week with my new doctor. I had been waiting for almost 2 months to get in. I was figuring they would cancel it but they didn’t. We arrived at the doctor’s office. There was a gentleman outside that by using social distancing asked me several questions and told us the David couldn’t come in with me. I was handed a mask because we had been in Seattle for a month, returning on March 9th. Was allowed into the empty waiting room. I was escorted back within a minute or two. There in my room things seemed like just a normal office visit. After the nurse talked to me and the doctor had gone through my records I had brought in earlier we discussed my plan.

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The Loss of My Best Friend

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.

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Bye House

Today is the beginning of our new adventure. After camping out in our house for the last week I decided we needed a couple nights in a real bed. We are moving out of the empty house, deflating our air mattress, folding up our camp chairs and going to a hotel in Eagle River. We can be close to the kids there and can help them with the last of their packing.

It is kind of sad saying goodbye to the house we thought we would spend the rest of our life in. You never know what might change in your life even at our age, 64 and 70. We are lucky that we can actually make this trip and have such loving children that want to take us with them.

This is the first day of the rest of our life.

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I’m Back!

I know I have been gone for quite awhile but it was due to surgery on my right hand. Do you know how hard it is to type with the pecking style? I was taught on an huge electric typewriter with no letters on the keys, so this causes problems for me when I can only type with a finger. This means I have to look at the keys because I am not sure where the letters are when I have to do it that way. Anyway I got my cast off and am supposed to start working my hand and wrist. What better way to do that than to blog!

Well if I haven’t said anything we are moving to York, Pennsylvania with my daughter, Heather, and her family. Heather got a great job down there and is taking us with them because we help with the twins or is it because they sold our house? Either way we get to go.

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Can a Chicken Live Without Its Head?

I know that this is a strange question but the saying is, “Running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off.?”  I don’t know if you have ever seen this happen but it is pretty funny.  I have to tell you a little story about this before I continue on with my point I am getting to.

Years ago I had a friend with a bunch of chickens that needed to be butchered.  We had a friend who was a really city girl.  She wanted to help.  Her job was to hold the chicken while I chopped its head off and then she was to hold it over a trashcan to let it bleed out.  Don’t want to have blood all over the yard because that will bring the bears into your yard.

She is holding a chicken as I grab its head and stretch out its neck then chop it off. When the body of the chicken starts wiggling in her hands she drops it and it starts running around.  My other friend and I are laughing so hard we about pee ourselves, which doesn’t take much because we both had a bunch of kids.

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Crazy Life

How is your new year going?  Mine has been a little crazy but I have been getting things done.  I kind of fell off track a few times at the end of the year with all the kids here.  I am now back on track and have accomplished many things.  See what I have done this first month of the year.  Read on if you would like to know Continue reading “Crazy Life”

The Last Few Days

I have been babysitting my twin granddaughters, Becca and Kate, for the last few days.  I love getting to do this.  They are 9 months old now.  They are totally different.  I love watching as they get their own personalities.  It is so wonderful to see the ways they are to be able to watch as they learn new things.  To see the little smiles on their faces just melts my heart, so yes I am going to show you more photos that I took of them.

 

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Review of Daughter of Moloka’i

This review is for a book I read on NetGalley.  I really enjoy getting new books to read for free.

This is what they said about the book.

Description
The highly anticipated sequel to Alan Brennert’s acclaimed book club favorite, and national bestseller, Moloka’i

Alan Brennert’s beloved novel Moloka’i, currently has over 600,000 copies in print. This companion tale tells the story of Ruth, the daughter that Rachel Kalama—quarantined for most of her life at the isolated leprosy settlement of Kalaupapa—was forced to give up at birth.
The book follows young Ruth from her arrival at the Kapi’olani Home for Girls in Honolulu, to her adoption by a Japanese couple who raise her on a strawberry and grape farm in California, her marriage and unjust internment at Manzanar Relocation Camp during World War II—and then, after the war, to the life-altering day when she receives a letter from a woman who says she is Ruth’s birth mother, Rachel.
Daughter of Moloka’i expands upon Ruth and Rachel’s 22-year relationship, only hinted at in Moloka’i. It’s a richly emotional tale of two women—different in some ways, similar in others—who never expected to meet, much less come to love, one another. And for Ruth it is a story of discovery, the unfolding of a past she knew nothing about. Told in vivid, evocative prose that conjures up the beauty and history of both Hawaiian and Japanese cultures, it’s the powerful and poignant tale that readers of Moloka’i have been awaiting for fifteen years.

This is one of the best historical fiction I have read lately.  I really enjoyed this book.  As you follow Ruth through her life you see the many hardships she encounters like not being adopted because of being half Japanese and half Hawaiian. You also follow Ruth through the good things that happen to her.  Ruth also learned that there are always people who have gone through worse things than she had.  This is a lesson I think we could all learn from.

I now have to read the first book Moloka’i. You can get either or both of these books by following the links to Amazon on my page.

Has anyone read these books?  If so let me know what you thought.

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A Long Walk to Water

A Long Walk to Water by Linda Sue Park who is a Newbery Medalist for A Single Shard.  This book is based on a true story.

The New York Times bestseller A Long Walk to Water begins as two stories, told in alternating sections, about two eleven-year-olds in Sudan, a girl in 2008 and a boy in 1985. The girl, Nya, is fetching water from a pond that is two hours’ walk from her home: she makes two trips to the pond every day. The boy, Salva, becomes one of the “lost boys” of Sudan, refugees who cover the African continent on foot as they search for their families and for a safe place to stay. Enduring every hardship from loneliness to attack by armed rebels to contact with killer lions and crocodiles, Salva is a survivor, and his story goes on to intersect with Nya’s in an astonishing and moving way.

This was a wonderful book that I think is good for children to read.  They can see how life is in some countries with luck they will learn to appreciate what they have.  The story is about two children who the main thing in their life is survival. You read what they have to do to get water and food to survive.  I think it is good for people to see that this still goes on today.  It is a must read so you can find out how Salva’s life intersects with Nya’s.

If you are interested in this book just click on the link above.

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