Seen at Michelle’s; she got it from Curious as a Cat:
1) Who do you wish could find their inner spirit to become more comfortable in their life? Oh, hmmm…a few people I know could benefit from this. But I’m not naming names!
2) You have to fight a duel tomorrow at dawn. You have been allowed to choose the weapons. What do you choose? Jello! Preferably blue jello, and we would throw it at each other until we collapsed laughing, in shades of blue LOL! That’s my kind of duel!
3) What’s the best thing to inherit other than money? Pictures. Photo albums of pictures of my grandmother with her friends or my folks with theirs…I love seeing old pictures!
4) Do you hope to run your own company some day? Oh HELL no! Too much responsibility for me.
5) Show and Tell. What comes to mind first when you see this picture? Or, tell a story if it reminds you of one.
She had always loved going to fine restaurants for just a nibble of this or taste of that; given a choice between three perfect bites and a huge full meal, she’d chose the former every time. Tonight, thought…tonight the chef outdid herself! She used a savory rosemary biscuit as the bottom, piped on some basil cream and topped it with just a touch of crème fraîche and caviar…oooh!
Also, I have some not so good news about Dad. The aspiration pneumonia is back and it looks like this will keep happening, because of his inability to swallow. The doctors wanted to do a tracheotomy (which would be permanent) and my brother and I decided against that, as it specifically said in Dad’s living will he did not want to be kept alive by tubes if there was no hope of recovery. The doctors said his quality of life would be nil (he would be bedridden, not be able to speak, and not be able to eat), so we made the decision yesterday to stop feeding (via the feeding tube) and antibiotics and to keep him comfortable with IV morphine, patches and pills. The doc said it would be about 7-10 days.
It was funny…he was talking a bit about his Mom last week…something about they were going to go on a bus ride to Framingham (why Framingham? Who knows? That town here in MA has no special significance that I know of) and she kept telling him to hurry and get on the bus and sit down, Georgie, sit down! Grandma always did call him Georgie, he was her precious only child.
I’m fine with the decision, although, my God, it’s a tough one to make! Since I know Dad wouldn’t want to live this way it made it a bit easier, but I’ll miss him and I hope Grandma (and Mom) are both waiting for him with open arms and that he can swim and bike ride to his heart’s content up there.
Thank you for all your positive thoughts and prayers, I deeply appreciate that more than you’ll know.
Grandma & Dad