...Where Everybody Knows Your Name

 

Just a peek at the colors from my doorway.

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Good Morning Everyone...
I have not yet heard from Casey this morning, so am taking my time wandering outside, snapping a few pictures, then reading on here.

Our colors are quickly coming to a peak. And on many trees there seems to be a whole pallet of different colors.
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Yes this is all on one maple tree!

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~Even CaseyAnne has a bit of color in her room!
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And a room with a view!!
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Looking down,
you see my car in the bestest parking spot!
hehehe

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...and with a little "zoom, zoom, zoom"
you get to see the 'Dogs Life'
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She sleeps within...

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Caseys 'counts' are all over the place.
Up.
Then down.
Then up.
Back down.

She called last night.
First she was in horrible pain.
Then later to be overjoyed that she had very little pain.
I hung up from that conversation as she was going to be asking her nurse to take her for a little walk.

Oddly though, the counts are not always indicative of her pain levels. Not sure why, but it goes along with knowing that a day has not passed that she has not had pain in her pancreas, however low on the pain scale it may be.
And that same pain can go from annoying to debilitating ever so fast.
Again, this does not always coincide with her amylase and lipase counts.
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hehehe
Wonder if this would count as a "Jello Shot" ???

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No shots here, but things have certainly NOT been dull.
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"HEY!"
"A cat's gotta do what a cat's gotta do..."

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But sometimes even the best laid plans require a bit of teamwork.

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'Specially when that varmint gets too close to Punks "stuff".
Nah, he didn't last long after that;
-and has joined his brethren out in the dumpster.

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I do keep the inside door closed so that they don't get up into the house. Even at that, I don't like the thought that they are getting in somewhere. And it bugs the heck out of me that I cannot find out where!?!
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I suppose Miss Milly and Mr. Miller feel a bit left out at times.
(No pun intended).

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But they were BOTH royally p*ssed this morning when this big old truck pulled in the yard.
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Not me though...
I was overjoyed!
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Nice and warm in here now-
(now that I really don't need the heat on)...
It is 62° -and sunny outside!

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A "new" driver for Olson Oil.
Alan Kapla.
Not new to me though. I watched lots of these kids grow up when I managed the store at Wouters Front, and being there for the better part of 13+ years.
When I'd mentioned that my daughter had been in the hospital all week, he said, "Not Zoé?" (Guess I know whose class he was in)! hehehe
And so we got a little caught up on our stuff. I told him I was ever so sorry to have heard when his dad got killed. He thanked me for remembering.
(His father, Stanley, killed horribly 2 years ago as he had worked on one of his heavy duty trucks).

So 'Life in Flintville' goes on.
Kind of like "Cheers" that way- 'Everybody knows your name'
... And if they don't, know they will soon.

There is an old sign down at Wouters, chipped and cracked now, but shows its age...
"There's not much to see in a small town.
But what you hear makes up for it."

Sometimes funny, sometimes sad in it's own way;

but always, ALWAYS, true.


Have a 'wunnaful' Friday!
I will too; just as soon as Casey calls that she is released!
Wouldn't that be nice?!?!

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Friday October 10, 2008 - 10:58am (CDT)