Monthly Archives: July 2013

A Small-ish Treasure

Turn of the Century Bible

Went out gargae saling today. And after cruising around and finding nothing of any great interest – unless you’re looking for baby clothes, kids clothes or tools – we were starting to get hunger and it was starting to get hot (90 degrees already), we had one more on the list. When we pulled up at the address, oh my there was so much stuff! My sister and I wandered around for swveral minutes. I found a bone chine seal about 1 inch tall (goes with all the other little bone china animals I now own) and Cindy spotted an American Flag (which I needed). Then she motioned me over to where she was standing and said there’s an old book over there you should go look at. I love old books. This one had a leather binding and covers (which weren’t attached) and is about 4 inches thick and measures 10 inches by 12 inches.. That could only be one type of book. an old Bible. I opened it up, very carefully and verified that it was a Bible. I asked how much they wanted for it. One dollar. They found it in a house they bought 10 years or so ago. So, for four bucks today, I got a small bone china seal, a 36 inch by 48 inch American Flag and a wonderful old Bible.

Once home, and with a few minutes to spare to look at it, I realized that I’m going to have to find someone who knows what they are doing to repair/replace the binding. I can repair the damaged pages. The neatest thing I found, though, is, to me, priceless. It’s the record of one family’s births and deaths, circa 1824 to 1867. The paper is very fragile and the writing is very old fashioned. I think I’m going to copy it so I can study on it and not do any damage to the original. So neat to find.

It may not be worth a lot financially, but I am overjoyed to have found it. Thanks so very much to my sister for seeing it.

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What I like about…

Trees

Alleys

Two things that I really like about living in Lamar are Trees. And the Alleys. Polar opposites, right? But not really, at least not the way I see things…

For a town situated in the high desert, there are lots and lots and lots of trees.  The houses that stand out, that everybody comments on, are the houses with only 1 or 2 trees or no trees at all. There are trees of all kinds, Elm trees, Oak trees, Umbrella trees, Cottonwood trees (both cotton-less and those with cotton), Honey Sumac and Black Sumac, Cypress trees and Cedar trees, dwarf trees and trees that are 50 to 60 feet tall. And all shades of green from deep dark greens to light, almost yellow greens. Some perfectly manicured and some just let grow however they want. And I love them all. I, personally, have 2 Elm trees in the front (they’re about 40 feet tall), a dwarf cedar tree by one of the front windows, 2 full sized Cedar trees in the South side yard, 2 Elm and 1 Cotton-less Cottonwood in the back yard and on the north side, I share a Black Sumac and 3 Elm trees with my neighbor. (We’re not really sure where the property boundary line is, so we each take care of them.) And I love them all. One of the reasons I enjoy sitting on my front porch is looking out across the street and seeing nothing but trees. (Well, if you ignore the houses, of course.) I can pretend I’m in my own forest. And that makes things a little cooler, temperature wise.

As for the alleys. They are what you think of when you think of an alley in a small town. Kind of like Mayberry’s alleys. People drive down them, kids walk through them. Garage Sales are held in backyards leading off from them. And they are pretty well care for. I, myself, don’t have an alley (I have a Church), but my Mom does and the City makes a trip down the alley behind her house at least 3 times a year. If you have weeds or grass that butts the alley and it’s not mowed or taken care of properly, you get a ticket from the City.  If you have trash or abandoned vehicles next to the alley, you get a ticket.   Annoying, but it keeps the alleys neat and safe and fun. Some alleys are one way, and some alleys are just barely wide enough to get two cars through, but mostly they’re just your regular, run of the mill alleys. And, again, I love them.

What a difference

rabbits foot fern

I know it’s suppose to say what a difference a day makes, but in my case, it’s been 2 days. And maybe another week. And that’s okay. My lungs are draining, almost half of the fluid is gone from them, and so are my various swollen joints. Yea!  I still have a ways to go, but I’ve found a Doctor that listens to me and doesn’t think I’m nuts, who answers my questions – all of them – and does so in a way that I can understand, and who gets right to the meat of the situation and explains it thoroughly.  And he watches The Big Bang Theory, too!

The conclusion is that I am one of those few individuals that retains fluid when I get over heated. Due mostly to the heat prostration and heat exhaustion episodes I have had. His advice – don’t get over heated. HA! I live in Lamar, Hotter than hell Central. High yesterday, 104. High today was much cooler, 100. But at least we have a plan now for when this happens again. After even just part of the fluid has drained off (the phraseology just cracks me up), I lost another pound. Again, Yea!

So, I go back in a week to make sure all the fluid is off my lungs. Then I’ll get my pneumonia shot, that I didn’t get last year like I was suppose to.  Then maybe all these lung issues will stop. Mostly.  Maybe…

Not just another weekend…

Well, it was suppose to be just like any other weekend, garage saling, breakfast, then home to do stuff around the house. Sunday, Lunch at Mom’s and wash clothes. But it didn’t turn out that way.

Friday, after work, I didn’t really feel that good. I didn’t feel bad, just not good. And I was using my inhaler far too much. Then Saturday, after a night that wasn’t the best I’ve ever had, we went garage saling and breakfast, but breakfast was from McDonalds. (Don’t misunderstand, I usually love McDonald’s, but not Saturday.) After about an hour of garage sales, I was done. I did get a few really neat pieces; 2 of the newer Fietsa pieces, in cobalt blue, and a Colorado Brown Medium Pitcher from MarCrest (they were made in the 50’s and early 60’s and were usually “Special gifts” at various grocery stores with certain other purchases.)  I love the Colorado Brown Dot and Daisy stoneware. Always have. Any way, when I got home, I realized that I was having a lot of trouble breathing and my inhalant wasn’t doing me any good. I also couldn’t sleep very well. Every time I laid down, I felt like I was choking. Try sleeping sitting up. It ain’t easy. I called Mom Sunday and said I wasn’t going over. I was completely out of inhalant and breathing was getting very difficult. After another night of little to no sleep, I went to the walk -in Clinic at 8 this morning. Found out I have fluid on/in my lungs.

Once I know what the problem is, I can usually deal with it, but this one is difficult. The fluid could have come from my swamp cooler. Not from mold or mildew, but from a bacteria. I’m also very sensitive to heat, and it’s been very hot here, and that’s a possibility. So are the dust storms we have and the rapid and continuous shifting of the barometer… My Doctor wasn’t real sure, but I go back on Wednesday and see how I’m doing. What happens at the Doctor’s office decides what we do next. If the diuretic is working, then I will continue with that. If not… I don’t know. The dreaded Legionnaire’s Disease was thrown out as a possibility. Not something I want to think about at all. But it’s hard not to. Oh well…

I’ve been running to the bathroom every 2 hours or so since I took my first pill. It’s going to be a long night…