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WOD Challenge 08-02-21 Juicy Gossip

I’m not usually one for juicy gossip, however, a little birdie told me my friend Stephanie is coming home from the hospital today, and I say yea!!!

Stephanie and I last year at the beach in Port Aransas

I found out she was in the hospital from her dad Saturday night, something having to do with her heart. As you may or may not know, I used to be her caregiver, and Stephanie has a rare form of MS called FA- Friedrech’s Ataxia, which is a recessive hereditary degenerative disease affecting the spinal column, cerebellum, and medulla, marked by muscular incoordination and twitching. Usually it manifests in the adult, but Stephanie was diagnosed in her teens.

The disease also affects the speech, hearing, and shortens life expectancy due to heart disease, yet some people can live into their 60’s or older. I feel that Stephanie gets such good care by family, friends, and her medical team, that she will beat the odds!! She just has an occasional hiccup with her heart, like the one she is dealing with now, and unfortunately, she also suffers from diabetes, another disease related to FA. She takes all of her prescribed medications, eats right, and gets therapy twice a week, and massage therapy because of extended periods in her wheelchair.

Let’s all give her a prayer and a thumbs up for such a short hospital stay, shall we? I really think it would make her day knowing so many people were checking in, saying hi, and saying a prayer for her quick and continued recovery. 🙂

Thanks in advance, and you have a fabulous Monday!!

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WOD Challenge 07-18-21 Nobody Expects to Win

More interesting light fixtures at Winstar

Nobody expects to win at a casino.

However, losing still sucks, because even though you don’t expect to win, you have high hopes. Oddly enough, we won back more more money at the penny slots than the dollar ones, yet we still lost our money in the end. Alas, we still had a good time because we were there for more than just gambling.

I give you a parting shot as we were leaving this morning, I guess I’m obsessed with lighting, as I found these very interesting light fixtures. We had a lovely time, and now it’s back to business as usual. What can I look forward to next? I better get to planning something, lol!

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practicioner:2021 Week #25

Selected from UNSPLASH … Hans Isaacson 

A Chance Meeting

Bethany had been looking forward to the trip from Texas to Ohio for months, planning and plotting, all in an effort to meet her grandbaby who was turning five years old in November.

The child had talked to her on the phone, Facetime, and sent her beautifully colored pages, yet they had never met. In Bethany’s mind, no matter the situation between her son and his ex, that was still her blood, and she was keeping up a relationship with her and her mother, no matter what he thought.

So the day finally came for her to start the long journey by car. She planned the shortest possible route, which was 15 hours by car. She had the money to fly but was scared of airports and all of their silly rules. She was bringing gifts for Teresa and the baby, too many to be checked on a plane.

Ten hours later, she arrived at her B&B in Nashville, tired and cranky, but hopeful all her expectations would be met. Unfortunately, her son was waiting in the woods, and saw her arrive.

Bethany never made it to Dayton, Ohio.

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Mini-Vaca Ups and Downs – #SoCS -WOD

Well, today I decided to tackle Linda G Hill’s SOCS with a vacation recap of sorts with her Saturday prompt: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “up/down.” Use one, use both, but try to put one in your first sentence. Bonus points if you use one in your last sentence. Have fun!

June 18-22 we got to go down to Crystal Beach on the Bolivar Peninsula with our friends Kerry and Michelle. It was a kind of last-minute thing, because she was going to take her grandkids, but Emma got hurt on an ATV, so if she couldn’t go, no one could. So Michelle kindly invited us, and after lots of scrambling, changing appointments, and making sure Dave could get a couple of days off, we were in. I have been patiently waiting for a chance to get out of here for a bit, so I was extremely excited. Not to mention, I had not seen Michelle in quite a long time.

Our first day there we arrived in the late afternoon, so we just hung out and visited. The usual, unpack the bags and figure out where your toiletries will go in a one-bathroom unit. Thank goodness it was just the 4 of us. The little beach house was perfect, lots of space and a big table I immediately deemed game-ready. We both brought games for the possibility of bad weather, so we were set there. Unfortunately, we had no water view or close beach access by car, but Dave rented a golf cart, so all worked out perfectly.

The second day was a beach day. The guys set up the tent cover while we were getting ready (how nice of them) and off we went. It was unfortunate that the rip currents were very strong, something I would have previously ignored, but now I paid attention to because of my knee. I didn’t want to go acting a fool and end up hurt for the rest of our much-needed break. Wow. At 60 I guess I’m finally growing up. 🤣🤣 So, instead, we slathered ourselves with sunscreen and oil and laid out in our beach chairs, listened to music, watched the cool horses and wagons parade down the beach (I have no idea what that was about) and generally enjoyed the day in the sun and water. I was very relaxed with the situation and not worried about a thing because I was enjoying a nice buzz from my CBD-I don’t even think I had an adult beverage until right before we closed up for the day. (In fact, I stayed that way most of our trip so I wouldn’t worry or be anxious my whole vacation.) I did get some color, but I didn’t get crispy except for a little on my face. It always happens, I guess my nose sticks out to far, lol. I end up looking like Rudolph and have to pile on the makeup to cover the next day.

Wagons Ho!
I won’t show the whole parade here but there was many!
People crowded the beach as far as you could see in both directions
Shellie and I highlighted the kicked up waves behind us

We went back to the casa and cooked up a nice dinner, then stayed up until two-thirty in the am playing chicken foot and Phase-10. I love both of those games, but man, Phase-10 is a loooong game!! The next morning, we got up slowly, and Dave and I went exploring and wound up at Ft Davis again, at the tip of the peninsula. It is an old Army Battery with lots of cool bunkers and the remnants of the base that used to be there. You can’t go in any of the bunkers, but I got lots of cool pics, and they have everything marked that was once there before one of the hurricanes that area has seen wiped everything out. Then it was off in search of a tasty coffee beverage for me (I was on vaca, so I ate and drank what pleased me) and we found it in a little bait and tackle shop of all places. Crystal Beach is nothing like Port Aransas. Not many fancy coffee shops there. I took what I could get, which ended up being a Turtle Frappuccino. OMG, it was so delicious, but very sweet. Chocolate and caramel in my coffee? Yes please!!! Once we got back to the shack, it was decided that we would take the opportunity to go to Galveston after Dave and I watched our church service. That is where everything went wrong. Two and one half hours waiting in line for the ferry. Then we get over there and set up at Salsa’s and what do I do?? Reached for my water and spilled it all over the table and part of Michelle. Ugh. Dinner was good and the drinks so so, but I never hooked up with my Facebook friend, a subject I talked about in my last post. Why no one wanted to fart around in Galveston I don’t know, but after dinner we just went back to the ferry and waited a short time to cross back to Crystal Beach. I think that might have been the night we watched a movie and yearned for popcorn we forgot to buy.

The info about Ft Davis
Dave posing in front of the observatory
One of the bunkers we couldn’t go in
Another information station
Where the peninsula was protected from war ships
My obligatory lighthouse photo
Folks fishing near the sea wall
The canal behind our beach house- our only water view
A barge making its way down the channel behind Steve’s Landing
I always have to get Sam on our way home!

Monday was our last beach day. It was much less crowded than the first day, with most visitors having returned home, so the beach was ours. It was overcast, and the sea was very angry and roiled up. We didn’t go out much even though the rip tide was low, because we didn’t want to get all wet and then sit on the beach freezing to death…it was super windy that day. There had been all those storms in the gulf. So, since the guys went to play golf, us ladies just hung out, laid out, and yacked our heads off. We were unable to set up the cover due to the high wind, so we had just taken the golf cart down with all of our chairs, the radio, and stayed until it looked like rain was coming again. Not ideal, but good enough for us. It still counted as a beach day in our book. We went back to the house and got ready to go out to dinner at Steve’s Landing, a favorite place of ours. When we lived in Groves, we made many trips to Crystal Beach, that’s how we got familiar with that restaurant. Anyway, I had been suffering the whole time with ulcers on my tongue, so my choice of coconut curry fish was not a good one, even though it was decadent and delicious! It burned my ulcer so bad I almost cried. And then, I also discovered-rather painfully-that the tooth I just had fixed was now hurting as well. As soon as the heat hit it, it felt like an exposed nerve and pain exploded in my mouth. At least I had a delicious, cold, tropical beverage to wash it down with! We saw a barge go down the channel, and then drove back home to hang out before heading back the next morning, in a severe thunderstorm.

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