Sunday, March 31, 2013

Easter Sunday, March 31, 2013

My daddy was born 99 years ago today - March 31, 1914.  Happy birthday in heaven, Daddy.  Seems impossible you are gone and not putting on your suit and tie to go to church today - this was your favorite Sunday of the year although you went to everyone of them.

Easter - I looked forward to it this year.  We visited a different church last week and loved it.  We made plans to go today.  We bought Ken a new GOOD white dress shirt, he put his outfit together with his black jacket and nice new dress pants, laid out his tie, got his shoes ready.  I was hoping against all hope that things would be ok today - that we would really be able to go again.  I knew, however, when I woke up that Ken was in one of his mental states.  But I was hoping it would calm down, smooth over.  He took a shower, got ready.  Then while I was getting ready he started in with his "franticness."  You see, my husband has mental issues.  He's been in a program with MHMR for 2 years now and that has helped some, and he has been under the care of a psychiatrist since 2009.  But the meds don't work when he gets in one of his states.  

I showered and started getting dressed but I could tell he was working up to some sort of episode.  Once I was dressed and ready except for putting on my necklace, Ken came to help me.  I could tell by his actions it was not going to be a good day.  He was too aggravated with simple things.  And he was rough when he attempted to put on the pearls.  I told him to forget it I would wear something else or go without, but once he gets in a tizzy, nothing stops him.  I told him I didn't want to be mistreated today...he doesn't listen.  

We finally made it out the door, in the car, and down the street to the church.  Parking lot was full, Ken was nasty about it.  We made our way into the church, in the foyer, but Ken was acting ugly.  He exploded when I asked if he had brought the free coupon the church had sent us...the church has a coffee bar much like Starbucks and they send visitors a coupon good for a cup of special coffee.  I knew right then I could not go in the sanctuary with him, told him so, and turned around to walk back to the entrance so we could leave.  I had to let him know in no uncertain terms that I could not go to church with him behaving the way he was.  I asked him to calm down.,but he kept getting louder and worse.  He finally threw his fit right in the foyer in front of al kinds of people, threw open the church house doors and slammed them on his way out, and started yelling outside the church.  I tried to stay calm as he headed for the car and I walked at a normal pace to the car.  When I got there he was slamming the car seats, yanking off his jacket, acting like a 2 year old brat, and about to hot rod his way out of the parking lot.  I refused to get into the car.  No way am I riding with him when he is like this.  I finally convinced him to give me the keys and let me drive home.  He finally did.  So, we are home.  I've told him to call his counselor, do whatever it takes, but whatever he does he is to stay away from me today.  I don't want him in my face, speaking to me, coming around me at all.  I've taken all the nastiness I can from this SOB today.

Ken belongs in a mental hospital.   He needs full time care to keep him on an even keel.  I can't do this any more; can't live my life this way.  Unfortunately there is no $$ for him to go to a facility - which is where he should have been all this time.  And the scary part?  MHMR says he has finished the program -- he will be released in April.  Dear God, I can't believe anyone would release him

So, what else?  Hard to think when this kind of stuff overshadows everything else in life.  Mostly same ol' same ol'.  But yesterday we went to a birthday party for my great great niece Madison, daughter of my great niece Lindsey.  The party was at the park and we had a really nice time.  I made a birthday bag for her.  This is it.

5" patches, quilted to batting, and lined.  This is the front.

Other side

One big pocket inside.  Perfect size for 4 year old to carry treasures.


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Time goes by in a hurry.  Seems like I've been busy but can't remember anything I've done!  Sewing room is not finished but I do have the curtains up.  I bought a shower curtain at Ross thinking I could get on Ebay and find another to match it but didn't find one.  I found one on Amazon I thought matched but it didn't so I will return it tomorrow.  I also bought fat quarters of fabric from which to cut plain patch blocks to sew together to make the skirt to go around the work table.  

 I've been getting together with the Lockheed Blanketeers - we had lunch at Palio's Pizza last Friday - I took the latest quilt I had finished.  A picture is below.  This is from a "cheater" fabric.  I did not sew those blocks together.  It is flannel and chenille.  I made it by sewing it all together wrong side out and then turning the quilt.  Intent was to stitch in the ditch to quilt but it would not go through the sewing machine it was so thick.  Machine kept bogging down.  Imanaged to get the most awful seam sewn around the outside edge and then I tied it together with embroidery floss.  I started to either cut it up or throw away but decided some child could use it to drag around in the dirt and it wouldn't matter.  So I turned it in to the quilting group for giveaway.    




I finished a quilt for Brynnan, nephew Troy's grandbaby.  It is a strip quilt from a kit I bought at a show a couple of years ago.  Glad I got it finished because Brynnan was scheduled for invasive cranial surgery three days later.  Her mother, Ryan, sent me a text telling me that they took the quilt with them into surgery so that she could be wrapped in it when they brought her out.  Made me cry but made me feel special that I got to be a part of that tough time.  I'll try to post a picture of it, too.  It has a really cute frog fabric on the back.



I thought this little quilt turned out really cute.  

I also finished a couple of rows that I was to make for our blanketeer row quilts.  We are making these quilts because we all like the opportunity to make a single row of something so that we can learn/practice making different blocks without needing to complete an entire quilt.  I made sawtooth stars for one row and then made a row using cute pink bee fabric turned on point.  I'm happy with them - I learned how to do them!  I also learned that next time I will put sashing between the stars so that I don't have to match seams!!!  Apparently I failed to take a picture of the on-point blocks before I turned them in, but I'll do that the next time we get together.  A picture of the stars is below.  


I want to try some other things as well.  I want to do a row of churn dash blocks - or at least include churn dash in a row, maybe with something else.  

SO, what else has been happening?  I've been continuing to work on my application for the UDC.  I finally got all of that turned in over the weekend.  I have to sign the paperwork and pay the $$ at the meeting/luncheon tomorrow.  This is in connection with my great great Kilgore granddad of Mississippi.  I've also got paperwork to turn in based on my maternal Wright great grandfather of Texas.  While gathering information and looking at both sides of the house of my family I also discovered other heroes.  My great great maternal grandfather fought with Andrew Jackson at the Battle of New Orleans during the War of 1812.  So I have paperwork to file with the daughters of that organization.  And then I have proving up to do for a supplemental to submit to the Daughters of the American Revolution...my membership is based on my paternal great great great granddad out of South Carolina but I find I also have a maternal line reaching back to that time...this time a great great great grandfather originally out of Virginia.  Afterwards he moved on to Savannah, GA where he owned a book store and was a blacksmith.  But they sold out in Georgia, went back to Virginia for a while, and then migrated to Mississippi and Louisiana (have to think about when states were formed - and back then was territory.  

I'm enjoying retirement now that I've become involved with some of the organizations and I get to go to the FW Women's Club.  I've been invited to join the club but the initiation fee is a bit steep as are the annual dues.  But I will probably do it because it will be good for K and me.  Ken and I went to the DAR George Washington birthday celebration at Ridglea Country Club.  That was a real hoot!  Food was delicious as was the speaker.  But it was really neat seeing some of the men there dressed in period clothing (they are offended if they are called costumes).  Some of the ladies were also dressed in period dresses.  

Sometimes you wonder why you go to places - maybe it was meant to be.  For the Geo. Wahington luncheon we signed in and picked up our table assignment card and once at the table discovered that we were seated with folks who all go to the same church we do!  That was fun.  We had not met any of them before, but they invited us to their Sunday School class the next morning and we went.  And we've been back this last Sunday as well.  

As of March 1, I am on Medicare.  I've spent the last week fighting the insurance company, our prescription plan, Medicare, and the pharmacies trying to get things set up so I can get my transplant meds.  Fortunately the lady at the transplant med pharmacy knows all the ins and outs because our supplemental insurance company knew NOTHING about how to set it up.  Last Friday K. and I had to get the pharmacy lady on one phone and the insurance company on the other and then put the two cell phones together so they could talk to one another!  Our supplemental won't pay anything until we've paid $1500 deductible (my 20% co-pays), so they may never pay a dime unless we have something major happen.  But I think I can afford the 20%.  

K. is still working at the mission.  He's doing well.  He has almost finished the required 2 year program with MHMR.  He is scared/worried about what will happen with him after that.  He's hoping he will be permitted to continue attending group at the same location.  He's been doing so well at taking his meds, seeing his doctor, attending group, etc.  He still has some issues from time to time, of course, but the program has done a lot for him.  He plans to continue attending group even if he has to go to another location.  

The fur critters are fine.  We just have Luci and Bennie the dogs and Mollie and Sallie the cats.  Bennie is now 7, Luci is 18 months old, and the cats (twins) are 9 years and 7 months.  We talked about adding another doggie to the clan but we probably won't.  At our age I'm afraid we'll die and leave the babies behind without anyone to take care of them.  We went to Granbury this past weekend for the Texas Independence Celebration.  While I was looking for the quilt/fabric shop Ken was talking to someone.  I went back to where he was and he was holding a little bitty black puppy with white on it's paws and a couple of other places.  It was so cold.  He handed the little puppy to me and I put it inside my hoodie and it snuggled down.  It was a rescue and they were trying to find a home for it but I gave that baby back and went on down the sidewalk!  I was SO good.  I've felt guilty ever since.  

Still having problems with personal body things.  Guess I'm doomed for the rest of my life to have to wear diapers.  I'm keeping a log of everything now for the docs...blood sugar, insulin shots, weight, blood pressure, food intake, how I'm feeling, what happens, etc.  Hopefully they can figure out something from it.  This is one issue they've never been able to resolve.  I wish it would go away...been dealing with it since 2005 or 2006 since the kidneys initially failed.  Have ruined so many clothes.  

Oh, well, I'm alive.  Guess that accounts for something.  Gotta go - tomorrow is a busy day.  Hugs and love to all my children and grandchildren - even though you'll never know it.