More Monday!

Good Monday Afternoon! It’s been busy around Raabe Ranch this morning. Did I ever tell you why I call it that? This is the biggest yard the dogs have ever had to roam in. And it goes well with our German last name. Thus, Raabe Ranch. So huge the babe bought a riding lawnmower right when we moved in. He needs it, and I need to learn how to use it. You know, in case I ever need to mow. I did mow before my sons were old enough to mow the yard. We had a huge bank in front of the house, and it was a challenge, but not bad.

I have an appointment with the Allergy/Pulmonary doc on Wednesday. To test my lung function, she wanted me to have a COVID test. If I would have it, it could significantly impact the lung function. Good to know. The staff at UNO have a great setup for these tests required by doctors. They have a special parking lot/garage devoted to testing. You give your name, a Post-It Note with a number gets stuck on your windshield. They motions you to enter when it’s your turn. Window down, double check the patient name/birthdate, then the test. It’s not pleasant, I’m not going to lie. The phrase, “Up your nose with a rubber hose,” came to mind. It sure felt like it. I felt as if part of my left brain was removed via my nasal cavity. At any rate, it was over before I knew it. It did hurt for about an hour afterwards. Great job, UNMC and UNO.

My cover photo today is a bouquet of roses I bought at Target. It’s nice to give yourself flowers once in awhile. They smell so good. My Grandpa Bobell planted Tea Rose bushes in his yard. I’ll never forget that beautiful smell. I always think of him when I smell them. Funny how the sense of smell is one so many memories are tied to. The scent of cinnamon rolls baking remind me of Grandma Jewell’s house. I can drive past the address even now, and smell the scent of love. It makes me smile.

That is exactly why I love the smell of baby powder. We used to be able to put baby powder on the babies before they found out about it was bad for us. It was such a sweet, innocent smell. Nothing better! The fresh smell of rain, the smell of freshly sawn wood while making a project, the smell of fresh peaches as you take the first juicy bite, all make life sweeter. We will remember because the mind stamps the smells for us. All pleasurable memories.

Smells that some folks don’t like at all: The Stockyards on a humid, summer day, burnt popcorn at the movies, or the musty smell of Grandma’s basement. Lots of room for improvements, right? We were always told the Stockyards was the smell of money, the burnt popcorn, I don’t know how you can make that better, Grandma’s basement, humid, musty air can be lessened with dampness removers in jars, a dehumidifier, and a host of other things.

A smell I used to love was a campfire or fire pit. Not any more. After my son lost everything in the apartment fire last October, burning wood is no longer a good smell for me. He’s had a lot of stuff happen, more than many in 2019 and 2020, and he still has a good attitude. “Oh, well,” is something he frequently says and has since he was a teenager. He’s so resilient.

The smell of fried food reminds me of when both boys lived at home and worked at Grandmother’s on 90th and Dodge. The fried food smell was on them, their clothes, and the yellow residue tracked in the house on the inexpensive vinyl flooring in the bathroom. Smelly stuff. But I was glad they were kids who knew they had to work, and they had to work hard to keep and maintain their cars, insurance, etc.

I have a few personality charts to plan out this afternoon. My character Katie will have six or seven brothers to contend with, along with an aunt who is a mentor and friend. They will all appear in the first chapter, and it should be great fun. There is also a You Tube video describing the difference between Plot and Story. Sam, my book coach is sure keeping me busy! It could be overwhelming to try and piece all of these elements and make sense of them. I’m just glad I have her, and I would highly recommend her. Sam Tyler, The Write Book Coach, http://www.thewritebookcoach.com.

Hugs Are Good for All Of Us.

Memes about hugs are some favorites of mine. One mentions – Did you ever get a hug from someone and you could feel all your broken parts being put back together? Yes, those are the best kind. The Babe is one of the best huggers I’ve ever met. And yes, I feel my broken parts going back together. I do know quite a few very good huggers, too, and always want to greet them standing up, for a really good hug. Those kind last a good amount of time. Go get some today!

It’s late in the day, and I want to thank you for reading today. I appreciate your support. Help each other out, be kind and courteous, and be patient with each other. We need to be good examples. Wash up, wear your masks, and let’s just get this pandemic over with. See you tomorrow.

Thankful Thursday

Hi, guys!

We’ve been outside before the wind picks up to the 50 mph they’re predicting. It was a good time to get the winter layer of dirt off the deck, patio, and few lawn chairs we’ve put out. The rest will come out and be cleaned off after the snow goes away. They’re predicting something frozen for the Easter weekend. It’s ok. It’s not as if we are going anywhere anyhow. Yes, we’ll watch the FB Live of the Service at our Church. It’ll be a good day.

I’m listening to Ray Scott for inspiration music today. And I have to say, I’m hooked. I will snag up all his music today. His voice is unbelievable. So far, I have “Guitar for Sale,” and “Nowhere Near Done.” We saw only a couple songs in person last November at Buck’s Bar. Our friend Jimmy Weber opened for him, but by the time we had several beers and dinner, listened to Jimmy’s set, the Babe wasn’t feeling well. It was when he still had the wound vac to heal the huge wound still open after a heart cath. It was not a good time to stay out late. The Babe apologized all over the place, sweet man that he is. Next time, Ray! I’m loving your work.

Music of the Day. Go Ray Scott!

Our son-in-law is stopping by with his battery charger later. The Babe needs to borrow it to re-charge his riding mower battery. We’re so lucky to have some kids here. I suppose people with no children at all have a network of people who are able to help them. Having kids is no guarantee they will help you when you get older. They may not live nearby. They may also not be able to help. Emotionally or financially. It’s best not to expect things from them that they can’t or won’t do. It saves a lot of hurt. Lord knows we don’t need any more hurt in this world.

Although the Feds have extended the deadline for paying your taxes, the deadline for filing will be in about a week or so. I’ll get finished, just a matter of totaling up all the medical, dental, and drug costs for us retirees. I’m so grateful I have good insurance. It’s been a blessing all through my single Mom life, my married and working life, and the retiree/author life. For all the bad press corporations receive, I cannot badmouth them at all. They have generously reimbursed my tuition for a college education, and have covered my many and unusual long term illnesses. I’m grateful for them.

This morning, as we were having coffee and listening to the news, the topic of unemployment came up. We are so fortunate to not be impacted by that. Of course, our IRAs and other investments have dropped substantially, but we are still getting pensions and are fine. God has been so very good to us, and we’re grateful for that, too.

I don’t know of anything that is so joyful for me as answering the phone to hear grandson Gavin say, “Grandma, I really miss Lexie and Goldie.” They miss him, too. So do Grandpa and I! It’s been way too long since we saw the kids. Addison isn’t a dog kid, so she will never say that. She does say she misses us, however. Grandkids are the bonus round of life, you know? They are so much fun. I can’t wait until Gavin starts to play baseball again this summer. His new team practices all year, but they of course cannot right now. That’s too bad, but necessary at this time.

The Mayor of Omaha had to close all the city parks. Some people (over 200) were gathered at a park the other night at 10 pm for a barbeque (!?) and of course, someone shot three people. One died, two wounded. Pitiful. People have been behaving badly at a few places, and I hope they stay away from everyone now. Yes, it’s hard. But don’t think the rules don’t apply to you. There is always someone, isn’t there? The naughty kid who misbehaved and made everyone in the class have to stay after school. The cheater in high school who stole the test beforehand and aced it, causing everyone’s grades to be tossed out. And now there is the person who gathers at the dog park, the playground equipment, or the baseball field, causing all city parks and trails to be closed. It never fails.

And, amongst those ranks are the people who do what is right, what is the next right thing to do, and follows the rules and directions. There are, fortunately more of us than the other kind. Continue being a good citizen, ok? That is how we will all survive this quarantine and the aftermath. Do what’s right. Be grateful. Learn to smell the roses while being cautious of the thorns. Thank you for reading today. I deeply appreciate it, and hope to see you again tomorrow. I’ll be here. See you then.