An observant and helpful friend told me my email address contained an apostrophe when I sent it to this blog. Of course it all sounded the same to me. So, let’s try this again. my address is firstname.lastname@example.org
In one day — that would be yesterday — I had my brand spanking new notetaker break down, found out I had to send it back to the company, and learned my old email address I’ve had for 18 years is probably a thing of the past. The email providers’ phones were out of service, and I could not send or receive from email@example.com anymore. So now I have a brand spanking new email address to share with you all. You can email rjkr’firstname.lastname@example.org if you need to be in touch with me. I’m changing it everywhere I can think to change it, and some transitions are definitely easier than others. My biggest issue seems to be getting rid of the old address, but that’s not exactly my problem if sites don’t have an easy way to do this. WordpPress made it easy, so kudos for them! I’ve resigned myself to no longer receiving some emails I used to get every day due to not being able to find the sites and having some sites make it too difficult to resubscribe under a new address. I’ve spent a whole morning on this project, and I have a feeling I’m not done yet.
To the Tune of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
Last year we spent a hospital Christmas.
Ambulance and All.
This year two more ambulances came to call.
Had six total hospitalizations.
Blake and Lancer stayed,
With Rebecca at home where they pooped and played.
There we were with Phil’s Sepsis and Phil’s leg pain and more.
Can’t remember what all of those,
Visits in the rows,
Throughout this we all remained together,
Though the stress was high.
Phil’s nerve pain in back and hip and leg and thigh
But Phil’s health marked this year as it went racing by.
Through the year between hospital visits,
There was normal life,
For the dogs and Phil and don’t forget his wife.
Presentations meetings coding working,
Software to install,
At work Blake was happy when they threw his ball.
While at home the weekdays were fulfilling,
Various Household tasks
,Lancer knew for scratches he just had to ask.
But on weekends piano playing at church and the restaurant.
It was Lancer people thought of,
Getting all the love,
As we gather at this Christmas season,
It’s a peaceful scene.
Fireplace and the beds the dogs will go between.
So Merry Christmas, happy two thousand nineteen.
Today was supposed to be the day our concrete work got started after delaying the original date of Monday the 27th. We weren’t too impressed when nobody showed up or called until Phil left voice mail after ten this morning. Now the concrete work has been delayed until next Tuesday September 4. I can understand not wanting to start tomorrow and then leaving us with three days of lack of access to one of our exits. I just wish they’d called to let us know. The owner of the company did call and apologized which helped.
I haven’t written much here, because there just hasn’t been much beyond the norm of doing laundry during the week and busy weekends at church and the Malt Shop. My depression continues to plague me, and friends are noticing that I’m quieter than usual. I don’t laugh as readily and always seem to be tired.
We’re holding our breath and hope to make it through August without a hospitalization for Phil.. It will be the first since March with no hospitalizations. When Phil is hospitalized everything stops as I manage both dogs or look for someone to watch Blake while Lancer and I go do our work. Then there’s the stress of worrying about Phil and his care. Hospital doctors don’t always listen to him, and that has meant over-hydration and subsequent puffiness and weight gain. The fluids overwhelm the kidney.
Phil is having an angiogram on the 12th of October. There’s always a bit of risk to the kidney with this procedure, but doctors feel they can manage it OK
I’ve found myself receiving a lot of e-mail I just don’t need anymore. Almost every day for the last two weeks, I’ve unsubscribed from some list or other. I have no idea how I got on some of these lists, but I definitely want less e-mail in my life — particularly from lists.
The dogs are doing fine. Blake and Phil are riding with a friend to and from work, until Phil feels ready to walk the five blocks to the bus. At least hes able to do most things around the house now without being on his knees and wearing knee pads. For the first week home from his last hospitalization, knee pads were the norm. This is because the right prosthetic didn’t fit do to swelling.
Phil is taking some much deserved vacation, which he was hoping to use for being here for concrete work. He has had to take a lot of sick time the last few months so hasn’t felt taking vacation was worth getting even more behind at work. He maxes out on vacation often, but the sick time has been a lot between all of the hospitalizations and time home afterward.
The dogs are starting to sing their chorus which means it’s time to feed and relieve them. I’d better go take care of it.
It seems like I’ve been doing the same old, same old, so there hasn’t been too much to report, until now.
We’ve had an ongoing problem with neighbors parking their vehicles in our driveway. It becomes an issue when taking out garbage or recycles. Our hands are full, and we’re not using a cane or dog on our own property. Then Bam! We run into an unexpected parked vehicle. We’ve asked and asked people to move. What if we wanted to use our own space for friends who visit? This week Phil got a “No Parking” sign to put in our driveway. We didn’t get one that said we’d tow vehicles but I think it’s a logical next step if they ignore our sign.
I also learned that at the end of this month, the radio station on which I broadcast is shutting down. I’ve been getting tired of broadcasting when not many listen. I value those that do, and I was told by one listener that my shows would be missed. Although it was nice to hear, it doesn’t motivate me to apply at other stations. I think I need a long break if not a permanent exit from broadcasting. I mainly did it as a ministry anyway, and it’s difficult to persuade most stations to have another Christian program.
My music buying habits are changing with the Amazon Echo and it’s music service. I can now hear anything I want on the Echo or my phone, so I’m not buying that many albums anymore.
With Daylight Savings Time upon us, spring can’t be too far behind. I look forward to walking on sidewalks and not worrying about who has and has not shoveled. We have a friend who does a great job on ours. I wish everyone was as conscientious as he is about keeping ice and snow to a minimum.
With spring comes taxes, and we’re taking care of that this weekend. Phil has the day off Friday, so he took a vacation day Thursday to have a long weekend. He’s basically healthy, except he has this ongoing stomach issue. He knows what medication will fix it, but the doctors are insisting on a hydrogen test before they will prescribe the medicine. That test isn’t scheduled until April 27. In the meantime, Phil has all kinds of presentations at work, so hopefully the stomach issue won’t reek havoc with those.
I’m still playing at church and the Malt Shop on weekends. Right now I’m earning extra money doing the music for Stations of the Cross during Lent. During the week, I have laundry and other household things that keep me busy. I am trying to be more social by talking on the phone, and hopefully meeting people when the snow and ice goes away. The depression has resulted in social anxiety, so doing these things is a little harder than it sounds.
I’ve been reading lots of fabulous books both for the book club over the phone and just for myself. I am so grateful to live in a time where we have such great access to books both at the National Library Service and on Bookshare. Some people have Audible which is a paid service for audio books, but their prices are a little too steep for me.
To the Tune of In the Bleak Midwinter
We are Blake and Lancer,
Kragnes puppy guides.
When they call we answer,
Quickly by their sides.
Now we pause to tell you what occurred this year.
We’ll start with the big thing. Blake is finally here!
PHIL went to New Jersey, to meet Blake and train,
He was so ecstatic to put down his cane!
But within the first week, Phil got very sick.
He flew home without Blake. Had Pneumonia, ick!
After Phil recovered, was no longer ill.
On the 10th of July, Blake was brought to Phil.
They got reacquainted, through their work and play.
They became quite bonded, as they are today.
At the church and Malt Shop everyone would see,
Lancer by the piano where Rebecca’d be,.
She would play the songs people would recognize.
While she played the music, Lancer held their eyes.
It feels good to be a family of four.
As for Blake and Lancer, each other they ignore.
Still at the home Kragnes, its a peaceful scene.
Merry merry Christmas and Blessed 2018!
This is Lancer with a very important update to my post of yesterday. I spewed all that talk about opportunities on the floor and then missed a $500 snack. Phil found his hearing aid, so at least the humans aren’t worried about that.