Whisper Words of Wisdom...

Good Morning to All;

I am chuckling at those of you who seem to have gotten caught up on your OODLES~of~Old~Messages... (And am wondering if I should feel left out by my own seemingly unpopularity because I haven't had those same notes)???

Oh never mind...

stomps foot...

But just hang on a second...

WA~A~A~A~H~H~H!!! ..... "sniff, sniff"

Casey had her surgery on Monday... Doing what the doctor thought she could for her, Casey was released that afternoon. She has been a bit restless, and a in a bit of pain, but is doing much better with each passing hour. Though a bit peaked yet, she is also looking much better too.

We take our little walks. Last night to have found us out in the 'Little Forest'... Gathering a few mulberries (for our dessert), and finding a few treasures of all kinds

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With one of the smaller mountain ash seed pods...

(Looks like a banana to me)...

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With a newly shed snakeskin...

"Boots" anyone???

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The thing about the snakeskin is that I had been pulling a few weeds ('til my stupid hand quite working again anyway)... I was right next to where we had found that old skin; just an hour before! Kinda neat! Wish I could have watched.

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We found wildflowers of all kinds...

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And I am loving those zinnias!

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A few of you are wondering about Unca BoBBie... .... After his CAT Scan yesterday morning the decision was made to cease life~support. Very shortly after 4PM, Unca BoBBie passed away.

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I cannot even begin to tell you how much this loss means to me. My Faith tells me he will never be far away now. While your own definitions of "Family" echo in my heart from your comments found within my last blog... I apologize for not responding to them. Just know how very much they mean to me.

Family? ... You see, "Unca BoBBie" is not related to me by blood. He is the uncle of my ex. (He never drew those 'lines'; nor did I). He was compassionate; and oh, so very wise. And such a good man too. The world truly needs more real men like him.

(I am thinking that Heaven needed just one more man like him also).

If you have a mind to, please send your notes to his inbox as I believe his brother, sister~in~law, and of course Miss Eleanor will then be getting your little notes of sympathy. His email again is stychie28@yahoo.com should you want to send your love. I spoke at length to Miss Eleanor last night. What an awful past few days for her. I will call again this morning. She stays all alone in Unca BoBBies house, and I believe she was truly lonely there. She will have to make the trip home before his funeral, which I believe will be Friday or Saturday. But she is about as well as she can be expected to be at this point. Unca BoBBie was the middle child. She is the youngest, and her other brother the oldest of the three. Just so sad all the way around.

My apologies for not getting around to everyones pages... One day I will have that time, but with summer, lawns and all else it gets tough at best some days.

Mr. Miller has just arrived for his play date with Miss Milly and Miss Punk. It is to rain this afternoon (they predict a wicked storm or two for these parts)...

...Should it come to that, I shall be in the basement with the three dogs as my house gets blown to Oz~Land. .... hehehe ???

Have a great Wednesday.

XOXO
Anne aka 'Dorothy'???

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When I find myself in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

And in my hour of darkness

She is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people

Living in the world agree,

There will be an answer, let it be.

For though they may be parted there is

Still a chance that they will see

There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be. Yeah

There will be an answer, let it be.

And when the night is cloudy,

There is still a light that shines on me,

Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.

I wake up to the sound of music

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.

There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be,

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

(Lennon/McCartney)

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The Ides of July

Good Morning, and Happy Sunday, to All;

These are for YOU!

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When Mom and Dad got married, she carried a simple bouquet of many many daisies. When I see them in the wilds of my little garden, they always remind me of those wedding stories...

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Many of you have been on my best friends lists for a very long time. Some of you may recall last year when I had asked everyone to flood Unca BoBBies inbox with birthday wishes. We write to each other practically every day.

He was 77 when he had a stroke. Spending almost a year recuperating, what does he do? He teaches himself how to use a computer! (That's guts at any age)!

He is still working on his service calls for his "coffee money" as he calls it. He spends his mornings at a little restaurant where they have the very best cuppa joe anywhere. He lives in Monroe, WI... and that puts him have coffee with a few foreign friends; as Monroe is host to The Swiss Colony...

My Unca BoBBie was found Friday at about noon when a friend of his had missed him at coffee for a couple days. He had driven to Unca's house. Seeing the car in the garage, and no answer at the door, he called the police.

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Unca BoBBie, me, and CaseyFace at Miss Eleanors.

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Please ignore person in red sweater. This is his ex~wife.

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She divorced him last year, only because she is a little bit of a strumpet;

(and a whole lot of an idiot)...

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Breaking in, they found him on the kitchen floor, unresponsive. He was taken to the hospital, with the initial (and worst) diagnosis being that he has a brain bleed. He was not expected to live through friday night.

But since he is my Unca BoBBie, he has lived right through it all. (He has been known to be quite ornery)! hehehe

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Casey and Unca...

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They will be doing more tests, and another brain scan today I believe. As of yesterday, he showed plenty of brain activity. They cannot operate as the bleed is too deep within. He is on a respirator, and he does show signs of acknowlegement to touch and voice. Randy and his mom have been down there since late Friday night.

Unca BoBBie is on meds for his diabetes, and also on aspirin therapy for stroke prevention. No one knows how long he might have laid there either.

Was the bleed a result of another stroke, or as a result of the fall? We might never know.

Even should he regain conciousness (which he will), he himself may not remember.

But that is not really important.

...What IS important is that he is still hanging in there!

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Miss Eleanor, (Uncas only sister), with Casey!

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And so it goes... Please think Of my unca BoBBie when saying your little prayers. God is sure to hear us all, as He has shown to do many many times in the past...

I am hoping he will be up and around very soon and can read your wishes, and prayers then.

As for myself, I have spent the past day and a half just waiting for the phone to ring. (Knowing that it wouldn't if I sat and did nothing), I did get the lawns cut. (Even the ditches)! Kind of proud of myself for that! I do know that he wouldn't want me to just sit around and mope or something.

I do hope you are all having a lovely weekend! And do please take a little minute to be sending him prayers and wishes too... A perfect request for a Sunday...

XOXO
Anne

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"CO~EXIST" stolen from HERE.

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