Thank you for the comments from that last post. It moves me to read what moves you from my writing.
This is a quick post. The beautiful roses are grown by a beautiful lady in California.
We are connected because we are distantly related. You may remember the Memorial Day post that mentioned my ancestor Durham Kelly who was paid less than his horse in the War of 1812.That is our point of shared genealogy.
Miss LaNelle has been a treasure to get to know. These pictures she shares via email are as fresh as if she could hand her friends and family one of these beautiful bouquets of roses that she grows.
To catch you up a bit, Miss LaNelle's rose pictures have had me looking through our old family pictures for some rose-related pictures to share at a later time with you along with some "once upon a time" family stories.
The antique pillowcase background for the ring pictures really stirred up a bubbling cauldron of a short fictional story that has been screaming for me to get it down on paper. Hopefully in a day or two I can share the rest of the pictures of that amazing pillowcase and the fictional story it has inspired.
The quilt fictional story was the first time I have written fiction, so I'm rather jazzed at exercising that muscle.
Also this weekend, a shop owner who has also become a friend via the Internet, asked me to write a little piece of fiction centered around a program she will be offering this fall. That is all that I can say on this subject at this time. Stay tuned.
Then porcelain, porcelain, porcelain, porcelain, porcelain, porcelain and more porcelain.
Penny the Pitt Bull was awakened Friday and again Monday by a employee at our doctor's office. She is not a LPN or a RN or a Nurse Practitioner or a Physicians Assistant. She is hired to make phone calls in the afternoons.
The little gal was apparently having a bad hormone day last Friday, and she yanked pretty hard on my Pitt Bull collar. I got over that Friday episode, but then she called again Monday for more yanking on my Pitt Bull collar.
Both calls were dictatorial and condescending about how often I should drag my mother to the doctor's office to have blood drawn for routine blood tests. Since 2004, I have followed what the DOCTOR has told me to do, not what a non-medical-person thinks is a way to increase revenue.
When I explained to the woman that the doctor allowed us to come every two to three months to avoid exposing my mother to the many viruses, bacteria and diseases in a doctor's office.
The call woman said, "I don't care about that...You bring in your mother every month. Period."
Er, EXCUSE ME? You DON'T CARE if my 86 year old mother, post 2 strokes, picks up flu, pneumonia, cold, staph or who-knows-what just by sitting for several hours in the doctor's office?
It takes a good bit to awaken the Pitt Bull in me. The last time I got this mad was a good year and a half, maybe two years ago.
Well, I took Mama to that doctor's office yesterday morning for those routine blood tests. After expressing my concerns, briefly, to the office manager and the doctor, I don't think that particular woman will ever call us again.
The doctor repeated the "come back every two to three months" protocol for us to follow, not the "every month" dictate that the hormonal woman was badgering me about.
I promise I was nice and polite and controlled by the time I got to the doctor's office. Still ladylike, but I was mad enough to rip through flesh if I had to.
Phew, I do not like to get that mad. It creates quite a rush of adrenaline, and I discover strength and "thinking on my feet" skills that I did not know I had. But, gee, it is exhausting!
Disclaimer: I happen to love Pitt Bulls. Every Pitt Bull I have met and petted has been a sheer love. I think Pitt Bulls get a bad rap in the press, and I think that those Pitt Bulls who attack children, etc., may have been bred or trained for fighting. For the record, I ABHOR the brutal pseudo-sport of fighting dogs or game cocks. If there is another similar brutality, I can't think of it at the moment.