I am bored

I have to be careful, because traditionally it is when i am bored i get into trouble. I could regale with tales of my misspent youth but i would have to relive them. My brother and i were latchkey kids, but even when thy were around my folks had bigger priorities than entertaining us. Although many people included us in their fun, i cannot recall one family holiday that includes all four of us unless you count Panther Lake.
Mr and Mrs Charles Gerber had a camp at the lake. It was huge and had many beds in the loft upstairs. There was a store across the lake, and Betty-Lou was the coolest Mom ever. I had my first cigarette and Panther Lake was the place, I kissed my first boy at Panther Lake, and I rode Buffalo's party barge and Chucks speed boat more times than i can recall.
Today's incident, however involves Dawn Gerber and myself.  My folks were being themselves again and Dawn took pity on me. We were gonna take the canoe to the other side of the lake. There is at least one lie in that sentence, but that's what we told my folks(not that they were paying any attention). 
So down to the dock we go. Dawn gets in the boat. I hesitate. I needed to lift my foot off the dock to get in the canoe. I still was unsure. Finally, Dawn had used up all her patience and the yellow camp was beckoning.
To those of you not from Oneida County, the yellow camp was the official source of all evil on the lake. I didn't know what free love was, but if it made my Mom that mad, it was worth a look. Finally Dawn had used all her patience and persuasion and told me just to jump. SO I DID.
Big mistake
The butt half of me landed in the boat, while the head side went under water. I could neither lift my head out of the water, nor could i fall back in. I nearly drowned, and finally Dawn figured out my predicament and shoved me arse over tea kettle into the drink. Needless to say, that was the end of sneaking off to yellow camp cause i was soaked, and the only other clothes i had was a bathing suit my MOM picked out. Yuck. One cannot begin their life of sin in a suit your mother approves of, now can you? I finally had my baby fat gone and I was ready to roll, but I never got the opportunity to find out the real truth about the yellow camp.In a way it is wonderful , though, cause the camp can be whatever i have heard or imagined. In real life it might have disappointed me or led me to shame and degradation.
I sometimes thank God for unanswered prayers, but this time the "no" was for my own good.
Blessings.

prfc day two

well, for every good thing I say about Saturday, i never know when to leave good enough alone. Sunday i went back to the club,mostly to be with Jim before he left for England. I was tired from the day before so i brought a colouring book and crayon gel pens. Of course there was no Sophie and her chaotic crew to colour with me so i sat there awhile trying to enjoy the book. 
I got up to get a drink or snack or look for people, and turning the corner to the front of the car park, i took a mighty fall. Yup, right there on the slabs.The very slabs i had just said let me be independent. No longer did i have to go over the uneven grass pitches or sharp stoned driveway and hazard a fall.Or so  I thought. I went down to left knee, then both hands, then i cracked the side of my head. Today i have a black eye and a bruised chin.
I immediately starting asking people to go get Jim. I was pretty sure i was hurt badly, but also as confident i would not die.Jim , Seve, and Paul were magnificent, and they let me lie there a second and get my bearings. Paul blocked my feet so I could not fall forward, and Seve showed JIm how to grip me as they hoisted me a few inches and put a tackle block under my butt, than a second one. From that height i was no longer as afraid to let them lift me, and they put me right in a comfy chair as we waited for an ambulance to arrive. When the crew arrived minutes later, i was sitting back in a comfy chair with my feet up. I looked fine until you got closer. My knee had doubled in size and gone white. Today it is half white an a bit more blue. My chin looks a bit angry, but unless i try to walk i have no pain. Also, I am able to walk, but around here i keep a zimmer handy.
Just to break the tension, i will tell you how Molly loves when it is just the two of us in bed. She also sleeps with Jim, but he is a snorer, a shouter and an arm thrower-so she is a little leery. We had an entire week planned of real deep sleep and last night she jumped on my hip to begin our sleep fest, when i let out a blood curdling scream of pain. Miffed she took off to find sane people to sleep with, and she still is not speaking to me. The other not too funny moment happened when i fed her. JIm always feeds her because i am unable to
bend down to the floor without falling. She in turn runs between his legs to make sure she is getting fed, like a circle eight. She pulled that at her mealtime with me, and again the pain of her brushing against that leg brought tears to my eyes. She looked at me as if to say, "cry later, feed the cat now!"
So off we go on our new adventure, we can sleep in a bit tomorrow, and we can get some chores done.
God is in his heaven, and all is right with the world.
Blessings from me and Molly.

RBS Rugby Force

Today we were at the Paisley Rugby Football Club for another RBS Rugby Force Weekend. RBS sponsors this event and it went well. It was a lot of hard work, and everyone kept smiling. We all got a nice new t-shirt and some really good grub. Allison made some lovely bacon and sausage rolls.
Someone hung shelves, Cathy washed the floor Stef and Alan cleaned and repaired the gutters. Jim did some electrical work. Buckaroo and his buddies did the slabbing work. Hillary did the back breaking cleaning the weeds from between last years slabs.She pushed the lawn back to its proper place. Mags got the bar, spirit store and storage area ship shape. Kathy cleaned the floor mats by the main door, who knew they were purple? they were brown when covered with mud, and now they are gorgeous.
I pooped out first, and left about 2, sadly I hadn't arrived until 11 as we had to buy a car to replace the one Jim had from his work. It is gonna be a colour called pepperdust. It has flex doors, and it is wonderful.Oh, it is a Meriva. I wanted the Chevy Orlando, but i couldn't justify the extra expense just because I am so homesick. SO Jim has a way to work, and I have a new car to cruise around in weekends. I will enjoy running my errands with him, but sadly we will not get delivery until October at the earliest. I think it is due to a lack of Japanese parts.The lovely man at Arnold Clark was named Martin, and he made it a pleasant experience to buy the car.
Anyway, nice to see you all again, thanks for not deserting me when i quit writing awhile. I really am trying to stick to this every other day blogging promise. For my sake, honestly this does me a world of good.
Blessings

It is good to be King.

Hello people

What an adventurous week I have had. Today is Thursday so there is no dialysis. The ham dinner i told you about Tuesday was the best meal I have made in a while. The gravy had no lumps and the ham wasn't overpoweringly salty. Jim had a minestrone starter, and all was right with the world.
I do not feel pressured to top that meal as I once might have. Jim has taught me to do the best I can every day, and to include breaks, because real jobs give breaks too. Jim is pretty good at advising me on most things. He even will listen to spiritual things and give an honest opinion. I am really blessed, but we both have flaws. I had to quit expecting Jim to be perfect, because not only can i not give perfection in return, I would resent him if he were perfect and I were not.
Jim has the ability to look at some topics objectively and with logic and reason. I far too often lead with my heart and emotions. Jim knows he is smarter and stronger so e doesn't have to bully me. I am insecure in those areas so I seek approval and oneupmanship. Jim once said to me he would never hear me say even once," you know Jim, you may be right.". and so far you know what, he was right.
In all these areas we are so well suited that I have learned to listen to Jim's advice. He enjoys my writings, but my punctuation errors set his teeth on edge. I was so insecure at first, I would not post unless he had read it first. But by forging ahead a few times and taking the knocks, I am gaining confidence. Jim needs to be needed, but not in every decision I make. He has less stress now as I forge out nto new topics and ideas alone. He is my safe harbor, but my imagination is free to float any shore.
When I grew up, i was told i was stupid enough i know am convinced of it. We did the same thing to my brother. Thankfully he rebelled and got out of that house and around people who knew how to treat him, and he learned what family is supposed to be, and then he taught me when I was ready. I went away to college as a young woman, and i earned my BA in only three years. Not only was I smart enough, I knew how to work hard. That combo saw me through the loneliest years of my life. I do not trust people so I had trouble making friends. My Mom would not allow me to buy jeans and she told me they made me look fat. I foolishly listened and went to Geneseo dressed like a polyester nightmare. Nothing i brought was like the other girls, nor was it similar enough to be my own style. I stuck out like a fat sore thumb. Every single day under master teachers I learned something new each day, and in many classes. Ron Herzman and Mr Donofrio changed my life. One showed me how to understand Shakespeare, and the other taught me not to be such a smartass-- in those exact words. This knowledge has been very valuable to me many times in my life and I got so much more than an "education" for my money. I got a glimpse of how people do this game called life.
And I am forever in their debt.
Blessings.

God danced the day you were born.

Ok--
We are back and in the flow again. I have not posted since last Thursday, but I have been going out into life again. Saturday my men at PRFC had a dads v lads game and it was so much fun, unless you were the Whitecraigs coach that came home on two crutches.
Les and Linda made a lovely BBQ, and just made the post-game time special. His lads are headed to Portugal, and they earned the money to go. They seem like such a nice bunch of fellows and I hope they wear and need to wear lots of sunscreen.
I also got to meet the new bar staff. Jeannette is still there, but in addition We have Mags and her sister Joan. Not only are they hard working volunteers, but they breathe life and vitality into a stale environment. She is the soul of fun and a bit of freedom that has been severely lacking in those who tried before and were pushed aside by the old regime. The bar is clean and spotless, and the fellas love her as much as we do. I wish paid staff could be so much fun. I think there is great potential there and I am excited to see what Mags will plan for the coming weeks.
Sunday I went to church am and pm--which i never do. I just love this new church. I learned about Southern Thailand and Malaysia, and the difficulties when one neighbor is devout Buddhist, and the other is strict Muslim. I do not know how God will open doors in this area for Christianity, but i applaud those who will try. It was almost as if i were there,the couple made it so real for me. God bless them as they start out.

The minister is starting to teach us about generational    thinking, something that was lacking in my previous church experience, and now i better understand why people perish for lack of vision. Rome wasn't built in a day, and cathedrals can take generations. But they have to start somewhere, and so sometimes we begin a matter and sometimes we follow through on another's work,and occasionally we get to be in on the conclusion, but whether or not we see it through, we do our part for our generation.

Monday was dialysis day so i slept the afternoon away, and so today after a few chores I am all yours. Thanks for coming back after I have been so quiet so long. I didn't want to just blog, I want to say something. I hope it starts conversations, I do not want just people to agree with me.
Jim is coming home to a real dinner tonight, and that has been awhile. SO I am happy, and I don't mind my gravy is lumpy, i have a sieve. Why am I stressing oout and making a roast? Because even though Jim is dead tired on his feet from when he was sick last week, when i got up this morning, he had emptied the dishwasher, brought the clothes out for me to hang, emptied the garbage and wrote the directions down for the place i was supposed to go to today. Oh and he is a bit of a looker too. I am blessed, and I am sorry i forgot for a time.
Blessings.

OK--

Hello friends and readers. I can't do the daily blog just yet but i am trying fro every other day. By the way, Happy Birthday Alfie Dodd, I remember when you were born. I cannot believe you are 6. Alfie is third generation PRFC material. His Grandpa is president and his Dad is a star, just back from some surgery and ready to kick butt and take names. Alfie already is treating the club as his home away from home and has many friends there. 
That's part of the fun of the Rugby Club in Paisley, it is a real family. Girlfriends who are later wives attend, and there are slews of kids and puppies. We laugh at and with each other, and we girls cry together too as we see our men get flattened on the field, or do some facial rearrangement. The thing i had to learn was not to carry the game back into the bar after--it literally stays on the field. No tensions boil into the clubhouse, as Cathy is more scary than a prop forward and there are house rules.
We now have a bar staff and so we are open even when there are no games, but i do not know the times and dates, see the PRFC website for that info. I know i love PRFC and i usually feel better when i go there.
There is a girl new to me i adore who calls everyone honey, and boy does that make you feel good. Thanks Jennifer. Alright thats my post for today. Please feel free to come and train with us if you need some cross training, and if you want to see what rugby is about come and watch. we have a purpose built decking area, and you are welcome.
See ya there.
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