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noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 18:28:00 +0000

It's a learning curve. Children are dragging me kicking and screaming into the 21st century. I have two people behind me telling me what I'm doing wrong. I really need people to tell me what I'm doing right.

The vacation is more than half over. We visited RoseMary for a couple of days and John B. for a short 5 hour visit. We are at Karen's and will be here till Monday. Then the long drive home. Home is HOT/HOT and HOT. I'm sure all the flowers and vegetables are dying and the weeks are growing like mad. Bummer!!!!!

Practice makes perfect and Karen says she's going to make me practice several times before she lets me go home. Maybe (big maybe) I'll be able to retain this education from 600 miles away. I hope so. I feel very stupid when people talk about e-mail, computers, blogging, etc. etc. etc. We will see if all this demonstration stuff takes when I go home.

Till next time.

What's happening?

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 18:58:00 +0000

Let's see...what's happening? We here in this house don't lead very exciting lives but we are planning a trip to see Aunt Rose, the Paters and Uncle John up in Yankee land at the end of the month.

My art class is almost over. I'm very proud of my students. They are progressing nicely and working very hard. Of course, when the class is over, I'm whipped. I usually have to go home and take a nap. But I'm very glad I'm teaching.

Al is golfing whenever he gets a chance. It seems his golfing buddies are dropping like flies as some of them anyway are always having surgery for one thing and another. Currently his best pal had gall bladder surgery and now has complications and has been laid low for a couple of weeks. Al is missing him.

Aunt Rose is going to have some lazer surgery on her eyes next week. We'll be visiting her the end of the month and are hoping that all goes well with that. She has glacoma and will need surgery to relieve the pressure on both eyes, but they only do the surgery one eye at a time...sort of like cataract surgery.

After visiting with her for a couple of days...we'll visit Uncle John. He is still very sad over Jennifer's death. Her birthday was last Sunday and when I called him the day before...he was very down. (Me, too.) Joan did a nice thing for me...she took me out to lunch and made a hard day a little easier for me. I believe I have nice children.

When I hear from some of my friends and how their adult children treat them...I am happy to say that's not the case with my kids.

Speaking of kids...I hope J-L and Anton (the two teenagers) have found something productive to do this summer. Now that they have aged out of summer camp...they can get bogged down in front of the computer. That's not just them, it's all kids their age...they are too old for camp, but too young to get jobs.

I have been weeding and weeding and weeding my flowers. It seems I get one bed done and it's time to start all over again. The lilies are beautiful this time of year although we haven't had much rain. This a.m. I went out early to water and a few hours later we got a downpour. I guess it's like washing the car...that usually insures a rain later in the day.

I have to go exercise at some point today. It's too hot outside although the rain cooled us down to mid 80s instead of mid 90s. We've had awful hot humid days this whole month. Nashville hosted CMA festivities last week and I felt sorry for our many visitors as they slouged from venue to venue downtown. Everyone of them had a cowboy hat on. I think they think that's the style in Nashville. It's only the style for some country singers. I said I was glad they were wearing hats as that probably prevented some heat related incidents. Then of course, they was Bonnaroo. Lots of heat there, too. I think they had 1 death this year. Other years there have been more.

We got some happy news a couple of weeks ago. The Paters are coming for Christmas. As the Florida Steinmetz are visiting at Thanksgiving this year...it all worked out perfectly. If everyone decided to come at once, we've have to have the kids camp out in the downstairs den. That might be fun, too.

Guess this is it for today. Till next time

flood recovery and Washington, D.C. trip

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Sat, 29 May 2010 15:02:00 +0000

Nashvillians and Tennesseans have risen to the occasion and we have survived the great flood of 2010. Many millions of $$$$ will have to be spent to FIX us, but it will happen. FEMA learned a lesson from Katrina and were johnny on the spot when Nashville flooded. I am feeling a bit of survivors guilt because we were so unscathed.
The only thing I can think is that just because we didn't suffer damage...it doesn't mean that God likes us better than others. That's all re: the flood.
Al and I have returned from traveling by bus to Washington D.C. with (as he says) the old people. We went with seniors from Donelson. It was a very nice trip. We saw all the monuments in Washington plus two of the Smithsonian buildings....the National Gallery (all art) and the natural history museum. My favorite memorial was the Korean war memorial. It was very moving. We went to Arlington and saw the changing of the guard and laying of a wreath. When they played Taps, if you didn't feel something, you weren't alive yourself.
Naturally, Al loved all the memorials. The Roosevelt memorial was very large. The only building we didn't explore was the Washington Memorial, apparently it is undergoing a repair. Lincoln and Jefferson both made you catch your breath.
On the way home we stopped in Staunton, VA. to see Woodrow Wilson's birthplace and library. Very impressing.
Naturally, we were glad to get home to sleep in our own bed even though all the hotel accommodations were fine.
Since coming home I've been trying to catch up on my yard work. The tomatoes are getting big but the squirels and rabbits think the lettuce and beans I planted are just for them. Not much of a crop there.
Last weekend we went (with the Quinns) to the Tennessee Renaisance Festival. Of course the heat was 90plus but there was lots of shade. I've been wanting to see that for several years. The castle was quite interesting. It was one of those things that you only have to do once. I won't have to think I'm missing any thing next year.
That's all, folks. Till next time

Water, water everywhere....

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Tue, 04 May 2010 13:13:00 +0000

I was surprised to see that I've not blogged for a few months. So, what's been happening. Travel to Florida to see that branch of the family tree. All are well, thank goodness. Boys are getting bigger every day. Soon J-L will be looking down on all of us.

We are getting ready to bus (with the old folks) to Washington D.C. next week.

This week in Nashville the big news is the flood. Heavy rains Saturday and Sunday left many parts of the city under water. The Cumberland River overflowed it's banks and went into the stores and businesses on 1st ave. The Harpeth in Bellevue flooded and many residences in that area are, if not totaled, in bad shape. Even the elite section of town....Belle Meade...got flooded. I wonder if Al Gore's house suffered any damage. The trouble in our city is that there are many creeks and streams that flo into the rivers and dams. They overflowed and consequently there was just too much water coming too fast.

This a.m. was the first I've been out personally to see the divestation. Percy Priest Dam was almost up to the walkways on the bridge. The river downtown crested at something like 57 feet. The highest previously was 43. So, lots of damage. Even our new symphony hall lost its 2/5 million dollar organ and a couple of grand pianos.

It's a mess and leaves the peoplel who were unscathed (like us) feeling a little guilty not to be sharing in the rest of the city's pain. As of last night 14,000 households were without electricity. The mayor was telling folks to only use water for drinking and food preparation. We have two water purification plants and one was damaged.

Opryland Hotel had to evacuate 1500 guests and cancel all activities until damages can be assessed and repairs made. OpryMills Mall was underwater.,etc. etc, etc.

So, here I sit detailing all the damage. It will cost millions, maybe billions of $$$$ to get every thing back to normal and there will be millions of lost revenue right at the start of the tourist season. I see a tax increase in our futures.

That's all, folks. Till next time.

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I'm sorry....

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:16:00 +0000

I'm sorry...how many times have we heard that in our lives? Too many to count, I'll bet. From the time our kids are little we tell them they have to say they are sorry when they hurt someone, either with words or fists. After a while it seems those little words loose their meaning.

We've heard lots of I'm sorrys in the past. Politicians, actors, Letterman, etc, etc, etc, all have said those words when they have been caught doing something inappropriate. I'm getting tired of hearing it.

The latest is Tiger Woods. He's sorry for the hurt inflicted upon his family, his fans and his profession. Even if one didn't listen to his media apology (I didn't) it would be difficult to miss it because it's been played adnausium many times in the past week. I asked a friend if he was going to tune in for the big moment....he said he had something more important to do...he was going to watch paint dry. Ha. Ha.

One thing I did catch in the reruns was Tiger's admission that he didn't think the rules applied to him. This flaw in his character is our fault...his parents (he's a special child), his fans (isn't he great?), the media (the best thing to happen to the game since Palmer).

Way back when...in my working life....the middle school I worked in had cheerleaders....those special girls (thought special by their mothers anyway) who bcl (before cheer leading) were nice little girls just like any other 7th grader. After bcl they became prima donnas who thought they were better than their classmates. Ugh and double ugh. Once one of the princesses said to me..."You don't like cheerleaders, do you Mrs. Steinmetz?" My reply was that I loved cheerleaders. What I didn't like were people who thought the rules didn't apply to them.

You get the drift, don't you. The rules apply to everyone. Social mores shouldn't go out the window because of a person's position. And yes...I think this applies to Presidents and wantabee presidents, political persons at every level, talk show hosts, and I could go on and on. But I don't need to, do I? I also think the rules apply to me personally.

I once had a friend? who was having an affair. I lost respect for her. She was not only cheating on her husband, but setting a terrible example for her children. I personally never wanted to do anything that my children could use as an excuse for bad behavior. It must be ok because mom did it. I hope I (and also Al) have always set good examples. People are going to "mess up" cause that's what people do, but my behavior wasn't going to give anyone the "green light" for misconduct.

So in the midst of sounding "holier than thou" I take public "I'm sorries" with a grain of salt. In the words of the master..."go and sin no more." We are all voyuers and the mass media feeds into our interest.

I hope Tiger Woods and all others are rehabilitated and use their misdeeds to grow into more responsible adults.

There I go again...another soap box climbed. Till next time.....

snow/viruses/etc.

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 18:07:00 +0000

I can't believe it has been two weeks since I last posted...but dates don't lie, do they? Since the Haiti blog...poor Haiti...all our medical supplies have gone to another mission effort...a Haitian doctor on his way to Haiti. We'll go when we can...probably in two or three months. Things aren't well in our Haitian parish and news is spotty, but we continue to pray and send money to international aid organizations...we do what we can.

Since my last writing...we have had visitors from the north...the Paters and RoseMary visited over MLK day as Karen didn't have to work that day. The Paters had had a bout of the stomach virus...first Isabel, then Karen, then Bela...the week before they traveled. We were instructed tp keep the tree up and we did Christmas again when they arrived. The Christmas tree up for a month is a little long for me, but we did it. I didn't mind the tree, but all the other Christmas decorations were getting on my nerves. Anyhow, we had a birthday party for Isabel and then Christmas for all. Naturally, everyone got more then they deserved...but it was fun. About the fourth day of their visit, I (who never get sick) got the stomach virus. Nothing to do but let it run its course. I was in bed for a whole day...well, between the bed and the bathroom as my insides were trying to escape my body. The second day of my virus...Al got it and he spent the day in bed. By about the fourth day....I was feeling some better but not completely over the nasties. On that day...RoseMary got it. She was also a sick puppy. Not a good way to spend a vacation....for anyone.

The visitors went home on Saturday and made it in the usual 12 hours. I was almost 90 percent better by the sixth day of the crud, but it's been a week and a half for Al and he is still feeling Not so good. He's not suffering the intestional stuff, but has no energy. I always worry about him. He has not got a good immune system and it always takes him a long time to bounce back when he gets anything.

Then this weekend...Friday till today (and probably longer) Nashville got an expected snow. We got about 4 inches and ice under and over the snow. The road crews have been trying to clear the main roads, but all the subdivisions are still locked into their ice. I predict there won't be any school for at least 2 more days. Al is feeling like a prisoner, but I told him I was in good shape...I had ocupational therapy and a good book as well as the good old television.

Sunday...this day...we still haven't gotten our newspaper and it may never come...We missed mass two Saturdays in a row...first for the virus and then for the icy roads. We decided the "discretion is the better part of valor" and know we'll make up for it at another time. For church people...missing church 2 weeks in a row....I know the world won't come to an end over this, but it surely feels strange.

I guess this is it for this time..ta ta.

Haiti, etc.

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 11:00:00 +0000

Poor Haiti. Lots of aftershocks after the earth quake of yesterday. Ten people from our church were scheduled to go to Haiti on a medical mission on this coming Saturday. I'm sure they won't be going. Pictures coming out of Port-a-Prince don't look good. Haiti--the poorest country in the western hemisphere....corrupt governments...over populated...no work. I'm sure we'll get a report soon on what's happening to our sister parish. I'm not sure where it is located geographically in relationship to the capital, but Haiti isn't a large country and we have always been told by our folks that getting there from Port-a-Prince is a long and difficult drive.
It has always surprised me that the Dominican Republic a country which shares the island with Haiti has such a different economy. I believe it must have something to do with their governmental structure.

The days ahead for the Haitian people will not be easy ones. We must remember them in our prayers and send them any aid we can.

On to other topics...my art class started yesterday. I only had four students but I know that I'll be getting some more. I'm chalking it up to the weather...another freezing day in Nashville. The only trouble with students not starting together is that you are playing catch-up for the rest of the session. Trying to keep everyone together is difficult when they don't all start together. Ah, well...I won't be giving grades so everything there will come together.

I got my compost container all together and I'm ready to start composting. I'm trying to decide where to put it. I don't think I want it under the deck...so I'll probably put it in the back of the yard. The book says put it near the garden but I don't think I want it that close. I don't want to have another "thing" for the yard guys to work around.

The Paters and RoseMary are due to come in sometime on Friday. They are driving. It's a long hard drive to middle Tennessee no matter where you come from so they will be tired and cranky when they get here. Since we will be doing Christmas with them when they come the tree is still up. I did put away many of my nativities...just left a couple out. Trying to baby proof what Isabel can reach. I don't know how long they are staying, but we are glad for the visit. It's nice to see all our far away children and grandchildren even for a little while.

Sorry to read that flag football had to be postponed due to chilly weather. The weather situation is very strange. The first 12 days of January 2010 have been the coldest here since the 1940s..I think that's what the weather people have been saying. However, we are due a break in the cold weather this weekend. Temps predicted in the high 40s...Now that's more like it.

Got to go. Till next time.

Oh, NO...Snow!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 15:15:00 +0000

This second day of 2010 we discovered upon looking out our windows that a few flakes of the cold fluffy stuff was falling...so we immediately went into our middle Tennessee madness mode. "Well, we'll have to go to Kroger and stock up on milk and bread." Also...remember when I worked for the state and on a perfectly good day someone in the office said we'll have to close up early because it's snowing in Clarksville" or my personal favorite..."there's a blizzard out there."

Ah, yes, we are crazy here in middle Tennessee...I can't speak to the snow in the highlands or storms in Memphis...but here in Nashville..one snowflake and we go nuts. I usually say if a flake falls in Memphis...we close schools in Nashville.

Well, today is Saturday and there is no school, but I predict that if we do get even a dusting of snow by midafternoon the entire town will be shut down.

The first snow in Nashville experienced by a transplant...anybody above the Mason-Dixon line...is something they long remember. Sort of like "what were you doing when Kennedy was shot or the world trade center fell.." we remember. Having spent years in western PA when snow was serious business, we get a little snooty in regard to the mania our neighbors show when there is anything more than a half inch on the ground. In fact less than that engenders some craziness.

So, in our superiority we say..."This is nothing. I remember when we had three feet of snow fall on Thanksgiving one year...yes, we didn't see the ground till April. Probably an exageration, but who is going to say it "ain't so?" We start to remember like our grandparents did...yes, Billy, we walked to school in two feet of snow (uphill--both ways).

Like I say, it's fun pretending.

So, for today or right now....it's a few flakes...not even as much as a snow globe shows...but who knows what the afternoon has in store for us. It's a prefect day to stay inside and read a book.

Till next time.....

reflections

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 16:18:00 +0000

Tis the season...for reflections. The year is almost over. It's been a hard year for some....what with job losses and deaths in families. No job losses for us, but death of a sister. So, I've been somewhat sad over these holidays missing my sister. In the midst of all the hubbub of visitors and cooking etc, always at the back of my mind is that we have an empty space in our heart.

I'm noted as the family optimist, so I try not to let these negative feelings get in the way of other people's fun, but I won't say it's been easy.

Travel plans...last year we visited Florida, Pennsylvania, Maryland and the Biltmore. We had visitors from PA and Fl.

Our baby, Isabel, will be two on January 1st. Where have those two years gone? Fast for her parents I know.

All the grands are growing up....J-L is 14, but still a little boy. I shouldn't say little as he's taller that all his grandparents and his Mom. Dad is still got height on him, but I'm sure it won't be long before those two are seeing "eye to eye." Anton and Chris...also growing like weeds. They haven't hit their growth spurts yet, but it will soon happen. Maura Quinn...all legs and getting taller each day. I think we may get a 6-foot girl out of her.

Presents are always a problem with the kids. We don't buy toys...never have...books when they were younger, clothing now and then. Our gifts to the younger members of the family have always been $$$ for their college funds. As we have a teen and another one coming up this year, those college days will be here sooner than one might imagine.

With 5 grandchildren...Christmas gets expensive...they also get a smaller $$ gift for birthdays. We know that none of the children needs anything...toywise or otherwise...lucky kids, so we are happy to contribute to future college expenses. Who knows how expensive it will be by the time Isabel is ready for college. If her mom is still working at Pitt, they should get a little tuition break. Anton says he's going to get a sports scholarship. One can only hope.

We know that however it happens...all theses children are college bound. They are all bright. We thank the Lord for their health each day.

And for our own health also. Health problems come with age but at the moment, we are "holding back the devil" healthwaise.

No one knows what next year will bring. The New Year's baby is coming tomorrow night. I personally don't ever want to know what's coming around the corner. I just want to face each challenge with grace and dignity.

As I told an aquaintance when she asked how my year had been...."It had it's ups and downs...like everyone's." We just pray for more ups than downs. Till next time.

Maura as Mary/xmas eve

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 23:17:00 +0000

I always said I wouldn't go to the Children's Christmas Eve Mass unless Maura got to be Mary because it's very hectic. However, this was the year she got to carry the Baby and put him in the manger. She was the "Theotokis" the God Bearer...Mary in the program. She looked sweet and did her job well. The Mass was beautiful...Father Pat Kibby had a great Children's homily...we are all called to be angels...and the best part...Mass was over at 5 p.m. and we got to go home for an early evening.

The Florida Steinmetzes were here. It was a lovely day. We waited for Joan and family to come to exchange gifts. The boys were unhappy with the delay, but "patience is a virtue" so they survived the wait.

I got to practice with my new camera. Carla (our photo expert) has given me some lessons on putting the pictures on the computer and I will practice when I am alone. I told Carla that I might need to call her for some updating, but for this moment, I do know how to do this thing.

Some of my art students are very good photographers and they tell me that once I learn this skill, I will be able to print photos for art projects. For now I'll just practice.

It's been a fun few days here in Music City. Bill, Carla and boys are off to visit Aunt Marilyn for New Years Eve. We have enjoyed having them with us. Saturday, after Christmas, we all went to the movies. We saw Sherlock Holmes and dad and I opted not to see the next film which Joan,Maura, and Florida Steinmetzes all saw...a prequel of the chipmunks...I think.

Got to go...till next time.

Catching Up

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 17:03:00 +0000

Hey, gang. Al is getting ready to play golf in a tournament for the food bank. Admission price is 15 cans of something for them. I'm sure he took a whole lot more than 15 cans. That's next weekend. As for me...today is the set-up day for the Arts Show at church. I've got 20 paintings of various sizes and 6 "wearable" art pieces. The wearable stuff are scarves. I hope I sell something...but even if I don't...there are no chance for sales if your creativity is "under the bed."

My art class at the Senior Center is almost over for this season...two more sessions. Then we won't start again until after the holidays. There isn't any use trying to have class when you have 2 major holidays in 2 months. I would be ready, but my students wouldn't.

The next project is to take crochet and knit pieces to the local Hermitage library for display in December. My crochet group has lots of stuff to put in the cases. They have 2 closed cases and although we don't get to put the display up....we will have lots to brag about. I am even going to put in a piece that Kathy Brown gave me. Just to include her in the display. We have about 10 (off and on) ladies that come on Mondays....usually 5 or 6 each week. I'll be writing up a short piece on the history of the group and our charity efforts.

A couple of weeks ago several of us went to THE BIG STITCH which in conjunction with national volunteer week had to goal of knit/crochet (ing) 2500 hats for different agency's needs during the winter...Cancer chemo caps...and baby hats for hospitals, etc. The day ended with the grand total of 2460 hats. Of course...most of the people who attended the day's events brought hats with them....you can't get 2460 hats out of 100 stitchers in only one day...but that was a successful event. Lots of fun, too.

Tomorrow is Joan and Maura's fall festival. The king and I will be attending and putting our bids in on the silent auction. I always think that because we go so early we won't be winning any bids, but usually Al bids enough on "golf stuff" that he gets a call telling him that he is the winner!!! Lots of fun there.

Got the property taxes last month and I paid them even though they weren't due until February. My friend says she never pays them till the last day, but I'm just like my Mom...I get a bill and hardly open it up before the checkbook is out and the payment is "in the mail." I can't stand having a bill unpaid.

It has been suggested that we pay our bills on line, but I guess I'm just too old fashioned. I like writing the checks and mailing them. As this is my habit over the years I've never had to pay a late penalty.

Yesterday was a sad day in Texas. We live in a strange world, don't we?

I'll close for now. Till next time

Busy Days

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 10:13:00 +0000

As the title implys...these are busy days here on the ranch. We are getting ready for our arts show at St. Stephen. I've been put in charge of publicity. I wouldn't dislike this job so much except that it just creeps along. You can't do it all in one day. It seems that for the past two weeks I've been e-mailing and taking news releases to places (you have to get it in for publication not too early--not too late). So at this point...after checking with the chairperson...we've decided that I've done my job. Yeah!

That's only part of it. I've also been getting frames and putting demar varnish on paintings and opps...did I forget to sign that one? So that's been hanging over my head. I've about got a handle on that chore.

Then a couple of friends asked me if I'd like to go in with them on a booth to try to sell some of the crochet items we produce. Sure, why not.

Trying to get some baby afgans done for Caring Choices. Taking a dozen of them today to give to them.

What else? Well, with all the art stuff I've been doing these past couple of weeks..I decided yesterday that it was time to "red up" the studio. What a mess. I clean it up and in a few short weeks, I can hardly get to my work station. Yesterday, I spent 2 hours "neatening up" the place. I hope it will last till Christmas.

What with recycling and teaching art and fussing with another person who uses the art room I've been very busy. I had to remind this person that we all had to cooperate and he wasn't the only "game" in town. He had a big sign on one of the cabinets...Don't block the doors. I thought he had a lot of nerve.

Today is reading day at the talking library. One of our regular readers is out because of surgery. She's a nice person...she says I'm the resident Catholic and she's the resident Jew. Larry our other reader is an athiest? I'm sure I didn't spell that right. Any how it's just me and Larry till Hillary returns from sick leave. Hill is the nicest person. I like her a lot.

Keeping up with Uncle John in Maryland. He seems to be keeping busy. We will have a houseful at Thanksgiving. Hope he will come too. He's thinking about it.

So, with all this activity, I've not blogged for several weeks. I've caught y'all (as we say in the South) up now. Write you again soon. Bye for now.

Just for J-L

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 18:07:00 +0000

I must admit when I read J-L had left his textbook at the Dr's office...I thought that boy should start being more responsible for his "stuff." After all, he won't always have his mom to pick up after him. In a few short years he'll be heading off to college and with no mom or dad to pick up the slack...he'll be in big trouble.

Alas, after those judgemental thoughts, I remembered I had left a library book at my doctor's office and had to return to retrieve it later in the day. Where was my brain that day?

So, J-L, I must appologize and try to be more responsible myself. You go, kid.

Love, Grandma S.

The joys of motherhood

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 09:58:00 +0000

Having just read Carla's blog of a few days ago....what a day! I had to reply. And we thought it was all going to be cookies and milk being a mom. I think that moms with only one kid maybe, just maybe are the cookies and milk moms, but the rest of us...the ones with jobs and more than one kid and the never ending chores that call us to pick up kids, get groceries, talk to bosses, send packages, (etc. etc. etc. as the King says) just have those days.

The situation (I was going to say problem, but that's not the right word) is that the days stack up and before we know it we haven't had time to write a letter or read a book. Been there...done that.

I have to confess that now that I'm past all the mothering stuff...well, in age, but not in mind...I thought I'd finally become someone that "has it all together." Wrong.

Wrong, because now that I have a moment to contemplate my navel I forget where my navel is. Ha.

This past week I had a appointment for my annual mammogram. This is always a fun activity, especially for those of us with something to gram. I made the appointment a couple of months ago and it was for a Saturday. Hmmmm. Saturday. I didn't know they were open on a Saturday. The appointed hour came and naturally being a Steinmetz, nee Joyner, I was a half hour early. The hospital was dark...Oh, well, I'm early. I'll just read my book till someone turns the lights on.

I read and I read and I read. Finally I looked at my watch. It was a half hour past the magic hour of my appointment. Everything was still dark. I went up to the sign-in door and read a big sign that said....closed on Saturday.

So, where in the heck was I supposed to be...certainly not where I was. I went home and decided I'd have to investigate on Monday. When Monday arrived I called and was told that mammograms were now done at Sarah Cannon (that's Minnie Pearl for non Nashvillians) Imaging center. SC is right next door to the hospital. And then the nice lady on the phone told me that I had gone to SC the year before for my mammogram. I felt left a dumb dora. After she said that I vaguely recalled going home last year and telling the husband that the new center was like a spa...dim lights, nice music...pleasant people...new imaging technology that made the whole experience not so bad. But until she told me of last year's visit...there was nothing up in the brain re. that experience. My brain is a sieve.

I'm telling you...the mind is a terrible thing to waste. It's a good thing I don't have to schlep kids to various and sundry appointments these days. Kids need us working on all cylindars. Hope Carla's next day was better.

Reading the Steinmetz blogs tells me that the Steinmetz family is busy as ever. Love to all from Mom, Mother in law and Grandma.

exercise,,,ugh

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 14:12:00 +0000

wSo," says my friend eying my pink Curves tee shirt with 1000 on the front. "what does that mean? It means I've gone to Curves 1000 times, I answer.
"Wow," she says..."you must really like it.
Truthfully I answer I hate to exercise, but I do it because it's good for my heart. (Not to mention how fat I'd be if I wasn't a regular member.) I'm not a good exerciser. I'm tall but not athletic. (Sorry,kids..I've given you no athletic genes.) No, I did not play basketball or volleyball or any other team game. I can't think of anything I'd like to do less than chase a golf ball around a course. I go to Curves. I've been a member for lots of years now.
I'm the person waiting at the door for Curves to open in the morning. It's difficult for me to go later in the day. My Grandma once told me that when you don't like to do something (like ironing) it's best to do it first thing in the morning and get it out of the way. Words of wisdom. So I go early and get exercising out of the way. That way I don't feel guilty later in the day because I know I won't go at 2 or 4 in the afternoon or 5 in the evening.
As I leave after my workout I tell fellow Curvers...if you aren't sweating, you aren't working hard enough.
Besides, as we all know...a person can do anything for a half hour. I'm glad I go to Curves. The people are nice and there are all ages, shapes and sizes. We wear any old thing and every once in a while someone says...how much weight have you lost....you look great. I know that they are just being kind, but I like it any way.

Note to the Birthday Boy...Happy birthday, Bill. I can't believe you are going to be 43. You always were a sweet little boy and you grew up to be a fine man. Dad and I are proud of you. Love, Mom.

Just Because

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 18:49:00 +0000

Carla made cookies for the family "just because." I was telling Maura the other day that sometimes you do a kindness for someone else "just because" not expecting anything in return. Those are the best kinds of kindnesses.
We've been keeping up with John...trying not to be a bother, but I worry about him as he's all alone. It seems he's been accepting any invitation that comes his way. I'm glad. He certainly has enough time to brood.
Today I resigned from the board at the Buchanan Log House "just because" I've not been a very good board member. It's always been my policy not to join any organization unless I could fully participate. That's not been the case with the BLH for the past few months. In my defense I confess to being a little disconcerted during J's last illness. Even though we were far apart in distance, we were close in mind and spirit. I am still feeling a void in my heart.
Speaking of friends with problems...our old neighbor across the road has lung cancer and he's getting the standard treatment of chemo and radiation. His wife is about worn out. I've been sending supper over a couple of times a week. She says he has no appitite. I think that is the norm for this theraphy. I told her we didn't want to intrude, but she knew where we lived and not to be shy about asking for help. They have one child and she lives in Canada.
Maura, Joan and I went to the Lobster for lunch on Labor Day...Dad went golfing...Ed went to work. We had the best looking waiter...I'm talking movie star handsome. He's probably waiting to be discovered or maybe he's a student. Whatever. Maura was eyeing him up and when he left she said he was good looking. I agreed and then she said...sighing...he's to old for me and too young for you, Grandma. Then she looked at her mom and said...he's too young for you too, Mom. I told her you are never too young or too old to appreciate beauty. We gave him a big tip.
This week I gave 12 baby afgans to Caring Choices and 3 baby afgans to the Elizabeth ministry at church. Also...sent along a dozen hats to Sara Cannon (that's Minnie Pearl to those who don't know) Cancer center. And gave a dozen hats to Glenn Brown for Gilda's Place. I'm out of stock. I'll have to get those needles busy.
This weekend...tomorrow Dad and I are going to see Wicked....the true story of the wicked witch of the west. It is supposed to be wonderful. Sunday...we are going to the state fair. I think that's about all the togetherness Dad can stand. I'm going to make the most of it.
Can you believe...It's mid September already...9/11...ranks up there with Dec. 7, 1941. Next week I start my art classes...I'm ready. I've missed those students...but if you'll reread the top of this missive, you'll see that I probably wouldn't have been so hot at that job this summer.
The Quinn family is getting ready to visit New Jersey...to see Ed's mom and family and then they will stop in Pgh to see Karen and family. That's next month.
I'm typed out. If you have read to the end of this rambling...good for you. You didn't quit when the quitting was good. Love to all...

Verrrrrry Interesting

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 13:03:00 +0000

Every day you should learn something new or try something new. I'm pretty much into the learn something new category as I'm not a very adventureous person. So, here goes some new and interesting things I've learned recently.
First I learned that siblings treat their friends much nicer (read kinder and more courteously) than they do their brothers or sisters. Why? Because if you aren't nice to your friends...they won't associate with you anymore. Bs and Ss are stuck with each other till they all leave the nest. Also...along these lines....Siblings fight about 10 minutes out of every hour. The tv doctor didn't say how this was related to gender relationships...that is brother on brother or brother and sister. . etc. He said how well adults got along with siblings as children predicts how close their relationships would be as adults. Hmmmm.
Then I learned that there are companies who are dealing with internet addictions. This is not just in this country, but also worldwide. If a person is on the internet 8 hours a day....they may have a problem. I don't know how this relates to persons who do their jobs via computer. The rule may not apply then. Also in China..some internet addictees have been treated with shock therapy! I do know that people convicted of internet fraud..hacking, identity theft, etc...as part of their sentences are not permitted to use computers for a period of time.
Then I learned that Medicare will not pay for pap tests if the woman hasn't had any problems in t two years. This is for patients 65. I found this out when I visited my doctor for my annual gynie this past week. I said I'll pay for it. I'm sure I'll get a big bill for this. This seems a little counterproductive. Isn't the function of these tests to find a problem while it is small? The reason I said, "Do it, anyway." is because I have a friend just diagnosed with uterine cancer because they found it on a pap test.
My doctor is very nervous about the talk about health care reform. I tell her we know what she thinks about socialized medicine...she's from Canada. If she could make any money there, she'd still be there. I don't think that we really know what the proposals are..many voices heard and I'm not sure that all of them know what they are talking about. Well, on that, we shall see what we shall see.
Lastly...if you are one of those fortunate people who don't get bitten by mosquitos...it may be that you secrete a hormone that bugs don't like. It seems scientists are trying to identify and manufacture this hormone for the mass market. It isn't going to be otc for a couple of years. I don't know why they tell us this stuff so far ahead of the game.
And that's all I have recently learned. Till next time.....

life is very scary/exciting

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 13:46:00 +0000

We had a medical emergency last evening. Al usually goes to bed before me,but last night at 8pm I said I was very tired and would go to bed at the same time he did. We went to bed, he turned out the television...and...then the incident happened. I thought his breathing was very shallow. He threw off the covers and was perspiring profusely. I asked him if he was ok and he mumbled "yes." Still breathing funny, I though. I asked again and got no response. I got up, turned on the light and realized that he was "out of it." I called 911 and even the fire department/ambulance was there in about 10 minutes, it was a very scary time. The emts were very professional and agreed with me that he was having a hypoglycimic (blood sugar too low) attack. His blood sugar was so low that it didn't even register on their meters.
The emts loaded him up in the ambulance and I followed them to the hospital. I'm very glad that Summit is only a couple of miles away. The er was ready for him and they started ivs and took vitals. His blood at that point was only 43. (Lord only knows how much it was at the start of this event.)
After tests...heart, lungs, etc. and glucose ivs, crackers with peanut butter, and three hours later, I was given the go-ahead to take him home. It was very scary.
The er doctor asked how long he'd been a diabetic and if this had ever happened before. I said 25 years and maybe 3 times over the years. When was the last time? about 2 weeks ago. Hmmm....
He slept in this am. I told him if he going to go walking this morning he better wake me up as he wasn't going to go alone. This is the first time in years he hasn't gone for a walk. I'm insisting that he rest today.
It was a strange evening....and very scary.
I told the emts what Karen said about blood levels....better to be a whole day high than a half hour low. This makes me nervous. I'm going to be on the alert for signs.
The trouble with signs is that there weren't any. He can usually tell when his blood is low. This time, if I hadn't been in the bed next to him and came in a few hours later as I usually do, who knows that would have happened. Yikes!!!!!
Today he's recouperating, although he says he is fine and he looks as he usually does. I'll be on the alert for post-traumatic actions. Post-traumatic for me. He doesn't remember a thing till he woke up in the er.
That's how it goes....till next time.

pets and more pets

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 16:17:00 +0000

When discussing pets with a friend recently, I commented that although we don't have a pet now, in our past we have had many pets. Well, I should say that I had many pets. When I was a little girl, we had dogs and cats. The first dog that I remembered was called Mitzi. She was a mutt. I don't know how we got her, but it seemed to me we had her till I was in the second or third grade. After Mitzi went to dog heaven, we had dogs that were Cocker Spaniels. Well, actually, only one was a pure bred Cocker, but the other was a mixed bred that looked like a Cocker. Both of these two dogs were black and it seems as if I've mixed up their personalities, combining them into one dog.
These two dogs lived a long time. The mix was still with us when Al and I were dating. Mickie would meet him at his car when he came to call, barking a lot. He'd greet him and walk him to his car when he left. Al swears that he was the only one the dog ever barked at, but as I recall, Cockers are barkers and I'm sure he barked at everyone. This was before leash laws and all the dogs in the neighborhood ran free. Mickie was no exception. We could go to the door and call him and we'd spot him at least a mile away in New Derry (across the fields). This little black spot would hear us and pretty soon we'd see that spot getting bigger and bigger as he crossed over the fields and over the creek and up the hill to our back yard. I don't recall how either one of these dogs met their fate.
Our family dog was named "John Wayne Steinmetz" nicknamed Duke..How original was that. We got him when Karen was about five. Duke's mother was a Cockapoo..a mutt herself...but named Valentine. Valentine loved the big dog down the street and every time she was in heat, she'd go visit him and come back pregnant. She had about three litters before her owners figured out how she was getting pregnant and decided to get her neutered. Duke was the runt of one of her litters and he was a sweet dog. We never trained him very well, Both Duke and the family could have stood some training. Duke died when Karen was in high school and we were all sad. As I was the one who bought the dog food, I was reminded of Duke every time I was in the grocery store. I couldn't go down the pet food aisle for several years after Duke was gone.
Now I could write a book about the cats we had...many, many cats. We lived near open fields and little mice would often make their way into the house. Cats of many colors and stripes were part of my growning up years. When I was an adult, but not married yet, we had a scruffy tom cat who would prowl the neighborhood and come in beat up from his encounters with other cats. That cat was just called Cat, but after one too many times in the ring, my dad renamed him Casius Clay, later called Ali, because of his fighting abilities.
I'll have to save the stories about cats in our married years for another time, as it appears it is time for lunch...the stomach is growling....If interested, just ask.
I'd have a cat in a minute, but the man I live with says, "No, thanks." You can't win them all, can you? Till next time.

Golf News!

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 17:22:00 +0000

This a.m. I was working in the yard sweating up a storm...it was about 89 at 7 o'clock. My better half had gone to his mid-week golf game at Two Rivers. I finished my chore and went to recycle some cardboard and plastic. After I came in and took a shower, I happened to see the message light on the phone. It was Al Steinmetz telling me that he had shot a hole in one. Boy, is he happy. When he got home I celebrated with him. He said he knew it was going to be a good day when he pared the first hole. Naturally, with this HIO, he was the winner of his foursome. I think I'll take his golf ball and scorecard and get them framed appropriately. He is certainly a proud golfer today. He has only been golfing (off and on) for 50plus years. I told him he was now ready for the Senior tour.

Speaking of golf...Tiger Woods lost last weekend. Beaten by a no-name from Korea. I say....it will keep him humble. This is the first year since he turned pro that he hasn't won a major. I always root for the other guy. In my opinion, it isn't good for a game to have one person or team dominate. Woods will win again...for sure, but last weekend wasn't the time.

I'm going to go paint...maybe I'll paint a golfing picture. Ha. Ha.

Till next time.

Goodbys and Hellos

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 22:57:00 +0000

We just arrived home from Jennifer's funeral. I knew for the past month that things didn't look good, but I don't think John (blessed John) realized it until the last couple of days. He will miss her a lot and there is a big hole in the family. I'm the last of my birth family...realizing this has hit me hard. I don't know why Jennifer left so early, but we do know that whatever and whoever meets us after this life welcomed her with open arms. Time means nothing in the hereafter but it will be long for us without her.

As to the hellos....new school year. Bill and Carla's family is growing up. Only one in elementary school now. I told Karen when her baby was born that she should enjoy Isabel because next year she'd be in college. Ask any parent of adult children and they will tell you how fast their kids grew and flew.

I did spend last Friday and Saturday evening with some classmates of 1959. Can't believe that I graduated 50 years ago. The weekend was interesting. I must say, at the risk of sounding vain, that I looked much better than many of my classmates. The guys looked awful. Even though some of the women hadn't gained much weight (my sin) they had dyed hair (there were only three of us brave enough to let it go white...we looked good) they had terrible wrinkles (I think they were smokers) and sagging skin. I came away thinking time had been kind to me. I was told by many classmates that "I hadn't changed a bit." which we all know is a lie, but I liked hearing it anyway.

People don't change much, personality wise. One gal who got on my nerves 50 years ago is still a pain....when asked if she had children she said she and her husband were happily married for 45 years because they had NO children. I told her that I was also happily married for 45 years but I had three children who are a blessing. Who is richer in this situation? Rhetorical question. Then there was the gal bragging about her two exhusbands and her money. Turn back the clock and she is the same girl she was in high school.

But...on the plus side...to see Barbara Fatora...her cousin David Fatora....Barbara Lawrence...Carol Baron...and many others was very pleasant. I'didn't know if I wanted to go to this reunion, but was afraid that "after the fact" I'd be sorry I missed it. I am glad I went...I may not ever make another, but I know the people who put these things together do lots of work. I only had to show up. It was fun.

Till next time.

replies to others?

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:56:00 +0000

It appears my son is upset with the Pirates and their recent deal with Boston. I long ago reached the conclusion that Pittsburgh doesn't really want to spend money to get and keep good players. I think I read their players are the lowest paid in the league....soooooo, you only get what you pay for. I think.

As for us here in Nashville. Al and I cut down a holly tree yesterday. The chipper is supposed to come on Friday so there are piles of brush all over the subdivision waiting for the big machine to grind them up and haul them away.

The fence people were supposed to come last Friday...no shows. This Monday is the new date.
Why is it that workmen never come when you expect them? Friday was the scheduled date. As usual I expected them about 8 a.m. Eight a.m. came and went and no workers. I was getting madder by the minute and at 9:30 someone called and said there would be a delay...not till Monday. So, now I have two days that I'm rearranging my schedule to accommodate the workers. We shall see what we shall see.

As for the rest of life here...much the same. Nothing exciting is happening. Boring is the word. We do say here that boring is ok. Sometimes the alternative isn't too good.

I'm gearing up for my 50th class reunion. I didn't know if I wanted to go to it, but then decided I would go because after the fact I'd probably be sorry I missed it. So, it's midAugust and that's on the agenda for the Steinmetzes.

Karen and family are home and healthy. Karen said she had to go to work (gasp) the first day back from her long sojourn with the family to parts across the ocean. I told her if she was looking for sympathy, she was barking up the wrong tree. She said she was just stating a fact, not asking for sympathy. Isabel weathered the trip well.

Joan goes back to school next week. It seems as if they just got out yesterday. Maura goes the week after. Maura got her kitten for her birthday. Joan and Maura took Dad and me out for his birthday. We went to Red Lobster for lunch. Our new RL is very upscale. The waiter offered to put his arm in the lobster tank and pick one out for Maura...but we nixed that idea.

Al has been golfing a lot lately. Good for him. We were rooting for the old guy at the British Open last week, but he lost in the playoff. What a graceful loser. He commented that nobody died after the loss, putting all things in perspective.

That's it for now. Till next time.....

judgmental?

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 15:01:00 +0000

I've come to the conclusion that I am judgmental...re. many things. I've judged the men who don't live up to their marriage vows and women who chase married men very harshly. I think, perhaps I'd not be so outspoken regarding those life choices if we weren't bombarded by the media with details that aren't any of our business. But we are, and I am.
I chose to avoid details of memorial services of Michael Jackson and Steve McNair but I did read the eulogy given by his pastor at McNair's service. He said several times...let those without sin cast the first stones. That's what Jesus said in regard to the woman taken in adultery who was going to be stoned by her "judges."
Those words hit home with me. I am going to promise to try and not judge others. I'm not God and it isn't my place to comment on other's choices and behaviors. I do believe in consequences and unfortunate choices oftimes lead to unfortunate consequences.
The trouble with bad choices is that innocent people, children and spouses, are hurt and that is sad.
As for me....I'll try to remember the words..."let him without sin cast the first stone."

A recent nonjudgmental moment. I was gassing up my car and who should I see at the next pump....Bishop Choby...bishop of Nashville. He was pumping gas, too. Naturally, I asked him what he was doing in my neck of the woods. He'd returned from a minivacation with family and had been picked up at the airport by a friend. I told him I was from St. Stephen and he asked if we (the congregation) were happy with Father Pat Kibby returning to St. S. Naturally, I said Yes and hoped that Father Steve Wolf, our departing priest would be happy at St. Henry. He said, Father Steve seemed to be happy and Father Pat seemed to be happy and that made him happy. So, we said "goodby" and he shook my hand. He headed off to Nashville..I headed home to tell Al of my meeting with the Bishop.

One last comment...good for our Anton. Sorry your team lost, honey, but you certainly showed your stuff, didn't you? Next year all the teams will be wanting you...maybe there will be a bidding war for your services..Just kidding. Good job, Anton. Grandpa and I are proud of you.

That's all, folks.

Who died?Who's unfaithful?

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 18:16:00 +0000

Well, Michael Jackson and Farrah, too. It is a shame that so much time and space is devoted to the deaths of some folks. MJ had more problems than one life should have, but for me, it is enough to know that he probably never grew up. I don't need to rehash every detail of every record, video, baby birth, marriage, etc of this man/boy's life. Rest in peace.
Farrah, also, led a life I wouldn't have wanted. I'm glad I'm not somebody that all the world wants to know every detail of life and death about. I didn't watch her story about battling cancer as I just watched a dear friend go through that experience. I would be willing to bet that most folks have a loved one of an acquaintance who has died a nasty death from cancer. Enough is enough.
In Nashville, Saturday, Steve McNair was killed apparently by his girl friend. She was 20...he, 36. He had a wife and 4 sons. What was he doing messing around with someone half his age? I surely don't know.
I do feel sorry for the children of people who die violent deaths. They are forever plagued with unanswerable questions. Why?
Then in last week's news...Gov Sanford of SC...has a soul mate in Argentina? He also had a wife and 4 kids. And Mr. Edwards-a presidental potential...another husband and father who gave in to baser instincts.
I recall the story of a Hollywood type who with his wife was celebrating their 50th anniversary. When asked by a reporter what the secret of their long marriage was, he replied..."We promised." Amen, brother.
I'm not saying the "grass sometimes doesn't appear greener on the other side of the fence" but often that grass is pretty yellow when you actually cross the fence. My mom used to say...try to be happy with what you have because the unknown may not be better.
Have I gone too far with this commentary? One last thing. Mother Teresa died the same week as Princess Diana. Who did more for the world? Who had more scandal attached to her name? Who elicited more press, and still does,...the Saint or the other?

So, I'm done for the day.....Till next time.

Jon and Kate again!

noreply@blogger.com (Roberta) — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 21:04:00 +0000

Well, I said I wouldn't do it...and I haven't...that is watched J&K+8. I didn't and don't want to know all the gory details of their split-separation-divorce..whatever it is. But when talking with Maura, I realized that for a little girl, she knows much too much about these two people. It was rather cute when she decided that she liked all those little kids and what they were learning and doing. It was cute when they got a puppy and Maura said "ah....."
What's not so cute is when she tells me that Jon cheated on Kate. He was with another woman on her birthday. Yuck!
I told her Mom that she knows much more than she needs to know about those two wannabe celebrities.

Which bring me to the subject of trying to keep information of this type from kids. Remember Clinton and "I did not have sex with that woman!" Yeah, sure. And parents all over the country were having to explain oral sex to six year olds. Man oh man, I'm getting to be an old fuddy-duddy.

I'm not saying things were better in the "old days" when such things weren't discussed. I'd never say that. But, there is such a things as TOO MUCH INFORMATION! Of course, it's difficult to isolate yourself from TMI when they put it out for all the world.

As for the birthday girl herself...Miss Maura is now a big 8 year old. She got her heart's desire for her BD. She got a kitten from the animal shelter. Today is the big day. Her kitten, named Mars (her dad thought it was cute--Mars and Maura) at the shelter is now a whopping two pounds and got spayed today. They are to pick her up this evening. I'm sure this is the longest day of Maura's life, waiting to take her present home.

That's all folks. Till next time....