My, oh, my. Hurricane Matthew has brought just enough moisture to our back yard to ensure our little dog Charly refuses to step outside. Barely a drizzle. A wisp of a breeze. But Charly has stood several times at the kitchen door we left open wide for her today, lifted her head for a sniff of the air pressure, turned around and returned to her place on the sofa to watch the TV for more news on Matthew’s path which is apparently to get closest to land in Charleston, South Carolina during the night tonight. The little dog clearly knows Casa de Canterbury is only a hop, skip and jump away from Charleston and obviously has a lot of free-floating anxiety, as do the rest of us.
Thanks to our good friend Ann in Pennsylvania for the portable charger idea yesterday. We went right out to the Office Depot and bought one this morning, and I am delighted to report there are picture illustrations of how to use it since the font of the instructional brochure is Thumbelina size and impossible for my eyes to decipher.
Speaking of eyes, Pretty took me to a new eye doctor today because my regular eye doctor referred me to someone else for a possible surgery to re-attach a muscle in each eye that holds up my eyelids and has separated from its proper place due to guess what? Old age. Another hit for the home team known as Sheila’s Senior Fall – Aparts; the hits just keep on coming. Now drooping eyelids…hm…so many drooping body parts.
The good news is Medicare will cover the procedure – the bad news is the surgery has the potential to activate the sleeping shingles nerve in my right eye and that would be a huge nightmare so now to do or not to do the surgery is the question. Sigh. Time to consult the old crystal ball if we can find it.
Thanks also to my cousin Anne in Texas for the advice on the rocking chairs on the front porch. I have taken precautions and battened down those hatches to keep them safe. I have one Mounds bar remaining and am fighting the impulse to risk another run to the CVS drug store for the Buy One – Get the Second One for – a – Quarter Sale. The rockers should be safe, but the candy supply is already iffy.
OMG, we came home to this sight at our neighbor’s house this afternoon.
The little girl who lives next door turns eight today and is having a birthday party. Lots of little girls in dresses being brave and ignoring Hurricane Matthew. Charly should take a lesson from them.
Pretty continues the battle with her knee recovery regardless of Hurricane Matthew’s path. The City of Columbia continued trash collection today. The US Postal Service delivered the usual bills to Casa de Canterbury, and Spike sounded the alarm that the Evil Postman had arrived this afternoon. The South Carolina Electric and Gas spokesman advised that extra crews are on the way to help our state with restoring power that may be lost. The Governor called out the National Guard, the President declared we are a national disaster waiting to happen, and I am about to eat the one remaining Mounds candy bar. That about sums it up, don’t you think?
Stay tuned.
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So far so good – glad the birthday party went ahead!
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Those little girls were troopers!!
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I love the birthday party in the face of the hurricane. Poor Charly. I’m sure it’s very confusing and scary with the worry that the world will always be like this. I’m sorry to hear about your eye trouble. Speaking of T’s knee (that is a poem–see: T, knee–hahaha), my mom just had her knee replaced on Tuesday. She’s doing well, according to medical authorities, although she doesn’t feel very good at of yet.
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Gosh Luanne, I hope your mom’s knee replacement will go better than T’s. Be sure she does the PT afterwards!! And sending her the very best wishes for all to heal as it should!!
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Thanks so much. They say it’s going well, but she feels kind of sick, you know? It’s still early! Best wishes to T.
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Yes, anesthesia a bummer for a few days. Still early. Keep me posted.
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Her tummy still bothers her, so maybe that is the anesthesia.
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Yes, that’s what it is…also make sure her meds she’s getting are what she’s supposed to be getting…
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OK, thanks!
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Funny how life goes on before and after a big event. I hope you didn’t need that portable charger. Oh, but another Mound’s!! Did you give in? If not, you deserve an after storm refreshment.
It’s rough seasoning. Good thing you and T have each other and the dogs to support each other through the rough patches.
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Hi Ann,
I’m not sure how I missed this comment this weekend – just got past me. 😦
I didn’t need the portable charger after all, but now I have one if I need it for another emergency. Splendid idea!
Alas, I’m afraid I did give in to the Mounds candy bar – Pretty did not join me so I didn’t have to save it for her. She is trying to avoid sugar – she also has a new PT person and has been having acupuncture and tomorrow has massage. She is pulling out all the stops to see if she can avoid another surgery.
Believe me, I know how lucky I am to have her and the dogs. This afternoon I was sitting in my recliner, and Charly jumped up on me and went to sleep with her head on my chest. Heaven. Blessed.
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