Jim's a blogger i admire

OK, well the trip to Skye he is currently describing will take a few days as he is giving each day its own blog. The fun thing for me is after dialysis i don't remember much of the Friday night, except I was hungry, angry and tired.
The restaurant made me feel like when baby Jesus parents were told there is no room at the inn, and the part Jim left out in kindness, was they took no bookings and offered to let us stand outside while we waited. If you know anything about me at all, you know i am freezing year round. I have no circulation at all. I am a thirty year+ diabetic, and neuropathy doesn't begin to cover it.
Finally the kind restaurant he describes took us in. I had a chicken sandwich that was the best i ever had. I slept the sleep of ten years time that night, and so we woke up way to early to suit the other guests. I think Jim hit the shower at 5:3o am. Trying to be quiet i think we sounded more like bull elephants. i will let him tell you the nice bits of the trip and i will fill in an anecdote here and there. I have puffins as i never got to actually see one. And i bought a million postcards for when i go completely senile. I have been to Skye. I would happily move there forever. No place to dialyze there though, so , Lord bring on that kidney please. 
Blessings.

Not just a man an institution...

I have heard many men referred to as the mayor of main street, and none of them would want the title.It is hard to imagine Camden without Art Rush. Full stop. Just like I always imagined my Dad in his house on Preston Hill forever, I imagined Art Rush wherever a helping hand was needed. I think if the family doesn't want a gathering in the park we need to respect that. I much prefer the idea of turning our porch lights on from 9-11 pm tomorrow night.
Here is the thing, it won't just be in Camden, we have scattered to the four winds and so, my nine to eleven will be about 4-6 pm NY time. Many are across all the time zones, so it is likely his tribute will go on all day and night, and that is fitting.
We never realize how many lives we touch, and sadly, many of us never say what we wish we could say now. I am enjoying all the stories about Art people are posting. I think Art would like that too. And I totally agree with the thought, if you want to honor Art, try to be like him.
Blessings and RIP Mr Rush.

Post cards

Yes I admit it, I am that person. I adore post cards. No one sends them anymore, they just post pictures on facebook, and you can draw your own conclusions. Although I love those as well, nothing beats a card in the mail that has nothing to do with a bill.
It gives me hope, and sets me to dreaming of that day when i also can be on white sandy beaches, and i too can walk barefoot again, with my better half and drink long cool drinks wit umbrellas and fruit. In these pictures, no one is unwell, no one has to dialyze, or struggle with cancer, or struggle with their weight, no one smokes.
I know in my heart everything in life is temporary, and I know heaven has no more tears, or sickness or pain or death.
But just for today, as i mail my cards from Skye, I am transported back to 4 days when we didn't fight over my fluid intake, where i ate what i wanted, or didn't eat if i didn't.
Monday Jim is back to work, and everything will return to normal, but just for today, the postman carries my dreams out to my family, friends and myself.
Have a brilliant day.
Blessings.

4 months on almost

OK the weather may rain tomorrow, but it has been a glorious week, and i don't want all the grass and trees to burn with thirst. We have till Monday before Jim rejoins the rat race. We have had a good time, but now it is time to do some cleaning and preparing for the future.
I am really not a clean-a-holic, but I feel men can sit next to a hoover without making that synapse lapse into using it. Now my brother has OCD and you cant relax in his home, he dusts the chairs when you get up(not really). I got the messy miranda gene. You know , to clean one room you destroy another-that type.
I think i need to get some help in, but every time i threaten JIm makes more empty promises like, "tell me what to do?". For Gods sake pick a room and just start. It is not rocket science, and all the ceilings need painted and all walls washed, etc.
We shall see.
Blessings.

here comes the burn...

Well, hell has not froze over exactly, but i got a bit of sun in Scotland this week. I do not  look the proper orange the models do, but i have enough color to look healthy. I had a burger cooked outside today, and a luscious salad. Ok i had a solero as well. I don't care i have all winter to repent.
I have such a toasty warm feeling sitting outside today, and with my circulation you should know i wear a jacket year round. Not today. There was some sad news to catch up on (we all have kids) but we ourselves are at whatever our peaks can be. I love Gemma and she is very patient with me, and i love Margaret and she forgives me for disliking her beau. I do  not know why, but he frightens me a little, and Margaret deserves to be the free bird i pretend to be so jealous of.
The truth is, I love my hubby, and i love our life. We do bicker a bit, (he is a man, after all), but this weekend especially i was as happy as i know how to be. He is my soul mate, and he is not perfect, just perfect for me.As I have flaws i cannot ask for perfection from him. And by God he stuck around through thick and thin. Big time. My kidneys can really wreck the mood if you know what i mean.
I toss the word i love you around, but i trust Margaret and Jim. That is my highest compliment. No fear in love. Us, One, safe. That was the promise. The promise holds.
Bless you JIm.

I want to be a billionaire so frikkin' bad

This song is on a compilation cd Jim got for his birthday. At first I couldn't make it out, then i thought, that's a terrible song to use that word. Now i sing it all day long. It is true on my human selfish side. I want to be a billionaire so frikkin' bad, have all of the things i never had...I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine, standing next to Oprah and the Queen. Every time i close my eyes, i see my name in shining lights--well you get it, and enough said.
If it were part of Gods plan i would have a bajillion dollars. Having been unfaithful with the small amount he entrusted to me, perhaps i should thank God there is not more to account for.
Recently, I received a very disturbing letter from my folks, telling us of how they want their final days carried out, and telling us how they will behave if they die. It is a mature thing to talk about, as my Dad wasn't kind enough to trouble his butt to record anything, but at 59 maybe he still felt he had time to grow old.
My mother is old now, and it is proper to settle these things, but the funny bit is her mother is still alive post age 100. One never knows. Be prepared the boy scouts say.
The world better prepare, for when I'm a billionaire, oh  oh oh yeah.

Still in Skye--hallelujah

Well, as I promised here is the Sunday on Skye nightly report. I just can't believe we are leaving tomorrow. If it weren't for the damn dialysis, I would beg the Longs to rent to us for another day or three. Skye time is slower than the world moves, but that is because i forget we all get the same 24 hours and nothing is gained by rushing them or overbooking them. Jim is off on an adventure, but he has been my almost constant companion this whole holiday, and we are not wired to live in each others shadow. I am tired and want to get a few things packed so that tomorrow i won't feel rushed to leave. Jim is checking out evening cruises, and i don't expect him home for tea. He has a bit of the explorer on him,and I don't want him to ever change that.
We have been privileged to see and do a lot of things many people never see or do or know to dream of. Saturday we had breakfast with a family from Italy, and today we had breakfast with a family from Spain. We went to Dunvegan Castle today as our children live with their mom still on Dunvegan Avenue. It must be a good deal  cause at 18 I was packed and gone. To say i never looked back is an understatement. But that is me, and it was a different time. My parents encouraged us to make our own way in the world, and we just did.
I am too independent and not always to my own benefit, but it is the only way I know how to be.  That is why my knee looks like a puffball now when i fell over a month ago. 
I have been living on seafood; mussels, shrimp,calamari twice(squid), and have managed to avoid pudding altogether, unless you count yesterdays tea and cake for lunch. This was not entirely my fault --this lovely young Czech woman ran a tearoom form her house, but the only food was soup. Jim had something called a choux bun and i had a slice of cake--I even let her pick out  the tea-she went with a full-bodied one and it was lovely and warm.
Well i am sure I am making us both sleepy.I hope your Sunday is as warm and sunny as the one here.Sadly we return tomorrow to the western for the weekly Monday torture, talk to you when i can again.'
Blessings