Friday, October 30, 2009

Lola's Diary, Part VI

Here is today's entry. And here also am I, changing policies right again...this next entry is less than two handwritten pages, so it's not very long. According to what I said last time, I'd automatically be including the following post along with this one to make this post a decent length. However, the following entry is much longer, and I don't feel like transcribing them both right now. Also, I have signed up for NaBloPoMo for November again this year (see the nifty button towards the bottom of the sidebar on the right) and I want to have plenty of material to post starting Sunday, when I'll be putting up a new post every day for the whole month. Anyhow, without further ado, here is today's entry:

April 24, 1944

We had a nice day yesterday with Bert's family in Justin. It was Irma's birthday. She was 36. She has three beautiful children and is still beautiful.

While we were there they had a letter from Ricky. He is in New Hebrides and seems fine. Leo has a nice new home - he is working at Globe Aircraft. Dominic's husband is in the army - stationed in San Francisco.

Bernice has been appointed postmaster in his place while he is in the Army. Laura Bea's husband is also in San Francisco and Laura Bea is there wtih him. Bernice has two children and a beautiful home. Irma helps her in the post office.

OK, that's it for I warned you, today was a short entry. But tune in on Sunday and you'll be treated to a much longer post.

I don't know the people my grandmother was talking about in this post; I imagine they were friends and neighbors of hers. I do think that WWII was an eye-opener for many people that women could do the work that previously, only men had done, and do it very well. (I'm remembering your Mom as I post these also, Merujo.)

I think it does sound like an exciting time, back then, and while along with Thimbelle I wouldn't want to live back then myself (and give up all the modern technology I'm addicted to) I think it would be fun to visit. Which in a way, is what these posts feel like to me...a fun visit to the past.

See you in November, when we will once again make another visit to 1944!


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Lola's Diary, Part V

Glad everyone has been enjoying these! Let's jump right into today's entry:

April 8, 1944

Tomorrow is Easter. How I wish Wallace could be at home for the day. It has been four years since Wallace was at home on Easter - I wonder if he will ever be at home to live again - I doubt it. We (Mama, Charles, and I) are going to Dallas for the day with Robby and Wilbur and Martha. It looks very much like rain - I went home yesterday and gardened some. I'm afraid I won't have much garden this year.

Mrs. Buckingham is at home and her head is much better. She is so optimistic about everything - she reminds me of Earl. Charles is also very much like his Daddy and I am am glad.

OK, changing my own rules here: I have decided that I am going to transcribe a minimum of two pages in Lola's journal whenever I do one of these diary posts (since it was handwritten, a page in her journal becomes only a medium-sized paragraph online.) I was originally going to just do the entries as single entries like she wrote them, but I think some of my posts would be too short that way. Anyhow, here is the next entry from her journal (and the final one for this post.)

April 12, 1944

Sunday we went to Dallas and while we were there Charles got sick and has been in bed since that time. He has had fever, a cold, and sore throat, but is sitting up this morning. He will go to school this afternoon if he feels no worse.

The Sunday school conversion is in session in Dallas and Mrs. Patterson, Mrs. Shannon, Mrs. Foreman, Mrs. Pitts and Mrs. Piort went from our class. I did not go for the car was full anyway and I did not really care to go.

Pearl Meade had a little party last night and I went. I played 42 and had a nice time. Bill and Marcille are home for a visit. They have a darling little boy.

A letter from Wallace yesterday. He has had the weekend with Mrs. Roberts. She has taken him under her wing. He was very fond of her even when he was a little boy. He seems happy in his work. He says he now has 100 hours to his credit and most of it is solo work.

My only observation for this entry is that I notice when Lola writes about someone being sick (this was before many modern medicines, of course) if people were feeling bad they went to bed and went back to school, work, or whatever when they were recovered. Today, with all our medicines for masking symptoms and so forth, it seems like that unless someone is REALLY sick, they are expected to show up to work as always; just take some aspirin or decongestants and keep on trucking.

I think it was a bit slower pace of life back then (although it definitely was not easy way of life at all, especially during the 1930's) and today everything is always seems rushed. Now I do have sick leave where I work (and I'm thankful that I do) but I know a lot of places (including a couple of airlines that I've worked for) that had none...and I know many employers frown on people calling in sick even if they do have sick leave. Anyway, I don't mean to run on about that, it's just something I thought of when transcribing this last entry. See you again next time, back in 1944!


Lola's Diary, Part IV

In a very rare event, today you are being treated to a DOUBLE POST DAY here on my blog. Actually, the diary entry from Lola's journal is pretty short today, and I had wanted to write about the weekend as well, so I just decided to break things into two parts. Without further ado, let's go back to 1944:

March 28th, 1944

Had a letter from Mrs. Buckingham and she is taking radium treatments for her head. Poor thing - I do hope they help her. Her treatments cost $150. Ida and Haggard paid for them.

Mama has been in bed sick with cold since Monday morning. It has turned cold today and I hope she stays there. She has taken some sulfa tablets and I hope will be OK soon.

I have been working in the yard and garden. We could not get anyone to plow the garden this year and Charles and I went in and chopped the weeds and planted the garden.

I got a permanent today. Went to Circle, we met with Mrs. W.H. Cox, and I led the devotional.

Just talked to Aunt Carrie and she has had a letter from Aunt Frances. Edward and Mary Earl have a little girl and have named her Mary Ellen. Edward has gone across - he graduated from medical school over a year ago, married and entered the Medical Corps of the Army. When I think of Ellen's family I always think of Charles - poor boy - has been dead two years this spring.

I think Lola may have been referring to my Dad's namesake, a Charles Buckingham that he (and I) share a common first and middle name with, but I'm not sure. Anyhow, that is all for this entry. Back again soon with more news from 1944!


Weekend Adventures

I traveled to see my relative Rex last weekend, right after my birthday. Since it had been a while since I'd done a road trip, and since sometimes I like having nothing to do with aviation on my days off, I opted to drive rather than fly. I got off to a late start but I figured I'd be there in plenty of time for dinner. WRONG! About halfway there I got caught up in a traffic jam and had to wait in stop and go traffic for about an hour. I kept Rex informed via cellphone of my progress, and he ended up waiting on me even though it was late, so we got to enjoy a nice meal at Applebee's around 9 P.M. (That traffic jam, along with some other delays I encountered earlier, slowed me down by about two hours.)

The weekend went pretty well after that. We had a Denny's breakfast Saturday; and I was on my own for lunch since Rex and his sister were entertaining some people there. I called an old friend of mine I worked with back when I lived in New Mexico and he was working, but wanted to meet after work around 2 P.M. for a late lunch. That was fine with me since I'd had a big breakfast, but I had some time to kill, so I headed over to Barnes & Noble with my laptop.

While driving through the parking lot, I noticed people pushing a small car over through the lot. I parked and got out to see if I could help...the car turned out to be a VERY old, beat up Honda Civic. The driver of the car was Hispanic and there were three kids in the back seat. (To his credit, the baby was in a car seat.) There was a teenage girl in the front seat, I hope it wasn't his wife since she looked like she was about 18 or younger but I didn't ask. Anyhow, he had a flat tire, and I looked in my trunk, but the wrench I had didn't fit his tire. He didn't speak the best English, either, although the teenage girl did (she was not Hispanic.) He had a socket that fit the tire but no wrench. I felt rather sorry for them (even though the car barely looked roadworthy) so I decided to call my roadside assistance program that I subscribe to through my cellphone carrier. This was technically a violation of the rules of that program, but I don't use it much either.

The roadside assistance guy showed up faster than they said he would (on the phone I was told it would be about an hour) so I left the B&N Cafe without ever sitting down to go meet him. He was able to fashion a tool to take off the bad tire with some things in his car. The spare tire looked fine, but the tire they replaced was in HORRIBLE wasn't just bald; on one side it was worn down to the point you could see metal. Also, we found out after the tire was changed that the starter on the car was shot and they needed a push to get started, which the roadside assistance guy did (I would have helped out but there was a slight downhill slope so he managed it by himself.) The driver of the old, beat-up car did thank me, as did some mall security guards who had been observing the goings on.

I told the roadside assistance guy that I didn't really know the people in the car, but that I had felt really sorry for them. He said that it was a technical violation of the rules, but he understood; he also said that if there hadn't been kids in the car, he probably wouldn't have changed the tire since the car was in such bad shape. I went ahead and signed the receipt after he got whatever claim number he needed to get compensated for coming out. All in all, it was a nice good Samaritan moment, although I hope the driver of that Civic doesn't keep driving his family around in it. I know one thing; there is no way his car would get an inspection sticker to be registered in the state it's in, and Texas requires one of those every year.

After that fiasco, it was after 1 P.M., so I decided to head on to the restaurant. Russ had picked the place, which I had never heard of...turns out it was a barbecue place called Bone Daddy's which was basically barbecue with a Hooter's flair. (The waitresses were all VERY nice looking and wore skimpy outfits.) I messed around with my laptop until Russ arrived, and we had a nice leisurely lunch and BS session. The barbecue was excellent.

The rest of the weekend was pretty quiet; sometimes it's just nice to talk and catch up on things. Rex and I may travel somewhere in December; not sure or not at this point but updates will be posted when/if the trip happens. My drive back home was less eventful than my drive out, which was fortunate since I had to work in the afternoon, but it did rain the whole way. There had been a lot of lightning the previous night, and that was all moved through, but the lingering rain kept up for my entire drive.

Also, I almost lost my phone as I was driving off, but I realized it was missing and turned around when I was only about 1/2 mile out. Someone had put the phone on a ledge, so it hadn't gotten wet either, which was a very good thing...and I will definitely be more careful with my phone in the future. It's funny how important mobile phones have become in recent years...I didn't even own one until 2001, and now it's the only phone I have, plus I use it for many other things (alarm clock, appointments, Google Maps for directions, etc.) I'm very glad the phone was safe.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Lola's Diary, Part III

Greetings everyone. I know I said I'd probably be going on a road trip today, but we had torrential rain over night, and it's still drizzling here. Probably by late afternoon or early evening it will be clear, but I don't feel like starting a trip to the coast when it's cloudy and rainy...anyhow, I did have a nice, if fairly low-key birthday. Had dinner with Mom at Chuy's, and while I probably had too much to eat it was VERY tasty as always. It's the only place I've found here where I can get good New Mexico style Mexican food (and there is nothing wrong with traditional Mexican food either, it's just not my favorite.) Anyhow, road trip will start tomorrow...and I have off until Monday, so it's not like there's any huge rush. Also, happy International Caps Lock Day. (I have no clue what that is about but it sounded kind of cool.) And without further ado, here is today's entry from 1944:

March 23, 1944

Today is William Earl's birthday. He was born March 1920. I'll never forget the day Earl and I took him home from Mama's. We had no car and we carried him in his bassinet, made from a large laundry basket with a handle on each side. We were so proud of him. That night when I realized it was up to me to care for him - I felt so helpless - but we managed. He was a beautiful child and the pride of our life. I'll never get over the stark grief we experienced when he was killed January 21, 1931. If he had sickened and died I feel we would have been more reconciled but to be snatched from life by a stroke in the head by a cruel little boy seemed so needless. It has been thirteen years - but I still grieve for him and suppose I always shall.

I don't know exactly what happened, but I think William Earl got struck in the head by a rock that was launched in a slingshot by some other kid; and while Lola never forgave him I doubt the other kid meant to do any lasting harm. He may even not have been aiming at William Earl, for all I know. It was kind of a freaky accident since I think it struck him in the temple where the skull is very thin. A blood clot developed and they didn't see a doctor right away because there didn't immediately seem to be anything wrong with him...he even went to school the day after it happened although I think he was already having headaches. I'm not sure if, back in 1931, there would have been anything they could have done or not, even if they had gone to the hospital right away...but by the time he collapsed that day at school, it was too late.

I brought my lunch to the office today and am here alone. It is a beautiful day and I let Mrs. Parmer off to go home and do some needed work. Our office is now in the same office with Mr. Barton and Mr. Migell - and we help them out by taking messages, payments, etc. We moved in here January 1, 1943 and like it fine - it was so lonely by ourselves. Credit business is off now and we are not busy. The government has made merchants quit selling things on installment without as much as 1/3 down. They have also passed Regulation W which freezes an account if it is 60 days past due. All accounts bought in March must be paid by May 10 or the merchant cannot sell to the customer on credit until the account is paid. Of course there are some evasions but on the whole the merchants have been honest about it.

Lola was in charge of a credit bureau, which her husband had managed until he passed away. I don't know exactly how it worked but back then there was not the equivalent of a Visa/Mastercard system like there is today...I think credit was handled by each individual merchant, and Lola's business would verify whether people were creditworthy or not and as well as manage some of the payments. She was pretty successful with it, and continued running the business herself until she retired in the late 1960's and sold it off. She would have liked for my father to taken things over, but he ended up getting his degree in engineering and wanted to pursue that as a career instead.

Today Mrs. Buckingham, who is 76, went with Geneva to Dallas. She is going to a specialist about her head. There is a place on it that has given her quite a bit of trouble and we are worried about it - we fear cancer.

Tonight is Charles's night to work. He works part time at Brooks Drug Store and makes all his spending money. He is a sweet lamb and has never given me any trouble - nor has Wallace. They are the pride of my life and of course life would not be worth living without them. They mean everything to me and to Mama.

OK, that's the end of the entry and all for today. A lot of Lola's diary entries are not too long...but this means that I'll be able to update my blog more often, even if they are shorter posts, since they don't take very long to transcribe. Hope everyone is enjoying them so far, and I'll see you all...whenever I get back from my road trip.


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Lola's Diary, Part II

Well, everyone seems to like my grandmother's diary so far...which I'm glad to hear, because I'm a fan of it myself. Also, skipping forward from 1944 to 2010, today is my birthday. I'm kind of meh about it since I'm not usually good at coming up with fun stuff to do on my birthdays, but I will try and have lunch with a friend and see Mom for dinner. Also, I have five days off from work starting today, so that's nice...probably will do a mini-road trip somewhere near here for a couple days.

Today's entry is a pretty short one; but I thought I'd go ahead and post it since I may be out of town (and away from the diary) later this week...but don't worry, I'll keep on transcribing until it's done.

March 22, 1944

This morning when we started out we had no brakes. Overnight something had gone wrong. I came on to town to the garage - when I started to stop - I couldn't - and ran into the corner of Mr. White's garage and did quite some damage both to the garage and my car.

I hurt my head but no serious damage was done and I felt lucky that I did nothing worse. Mama was sick and I went on home to stay the rest of the day. I ironed 15 shirts for Charles and am tired as can be.

See you again soon with more tales from the 1940's.


Monday, October 19, 2009

Lola's Diary, Part I

Thanks to everyone who read my last post and commented. To clarify, I wasn't trying to say I'd never write about my Mom again in my blog...I just don't want it to be what I mostly write about. I think if I write about it some it is good for me as far as helping me to reflect on things; but if I write about it TOO much it's not good because I can get depressed if I think about it all the time. I hope that makes sense.

Anyhow, we are now going to begin my new project, which I am kind of jazzed about, and skip back sixty-five years or so:

This is a scan of the cover of the journal my grandmother began writing in the middle of World War Two. My father never even knew she kept a journal; we found it after she passed away in the late l980's and to my knowledge it's never been seen by anyone other than her children and grandchildren.

Lola (or "Wowo" as she was nicknamed by us grandkids) was a great and very doting grandmother but she wasn't always what you'd consider the model of demurring Southern charm, either. She never had a problem saying what was on her mind. I am not trying to paint her in a negative light at all; just trying to give a complete picture. I think my father and I both inherited a streak of stubbornness from her...anyhow, she was a very smart lady.

In spite of the fact that neither of Lola's parents ever got more than a grade school education, they recognized the value of education for THEIR children, and Lola not only graduated high school (something that was not widely common back then in small-town Texas) but also went to Texas Women's University and graduated from there also (at the time I think it was known as Texas Women's College, and awarded diplomas rather than degrees.) I think she received the equivalent of an associate's degree, which was something pretty rare back in those days, especially for women. She lived near the college but not close enough to walk to, so she used to ride a horse to school side-saddle to attend classes (I believe this would have been just after 1910.)

Lola got married in 1915 when she was twenty years old. That's fairly young now, but I'm sure it was a common age for people to get married back then...I was doing a bit of research for this post, and I discovered that the average life expectancy for people in 1900 was only fifty years old. I suppose it's not a surprise that today, people are putting off getting married and starting families until they're older (especially since it's so expensive to raise a child today.) At any rate, Lola had three children, all boys, spread out over about 14 years after she got married; her youngest son was my father, born in 1929.

For the most part, I will just be transcribing what my grandmother wrote when I'm doing these posts. All of what she wrote I will publish in italics so you know it's her writing...if I need to expound upon anything, I will switch back to normal text. Also, I may occasionally intersperse her writing with regular posts of my own (for instance, I may be doing a road trip later this week, so I may post something about that if I have net access where I'm staying.) Finally, I probably won't scan further pages of the journal (although it might not be a bad idea to preserve it, long-term) since I think it will be much easier to read if I just transcribe the enjoyment of doing this, for me, is going back over what she wrote way back when.

As I mentioned, the journal starts in the 1940's, and continues intermittently through the late 1950's...she didn't write in it super often, and it's not a huge thick journal, but I'm sure it was a comfort to record things as they happened. Almost all the pages are intact. Starting in the 1960's, she started having some trouble with arthritis and it became harder to write longhand, so while she did continue composing letters and so forth, it was by typewriter and not in a journal. I'm glad that I have the writing I do, though, as it allows me to see a side of one of my ancestors I might otherwise not have known.

So, without further ado, here is the first entry:

March 21, 1944

Today I am starting a sort of record of things of importance that happen in my family. I will go back to Nov. 10, 1941 for the beginning for on that day the tenor of our lives was changed. Earl, my husband, to whom I was married on Oct. 27, 1915, died in the Denton Hospital. He was buried Nov. 11, 1941 at the Odd Fellows Cemetery here in Denton. At that time Wallace Harper, age 19, was in college in Eastman School of Music in Rochester, New York. He flew home (his first trip by air) and got her on Saturday night (Fred Harper met him at the Dallas airport) and was with us until Earl died Monday. Earl recognized Wallace.

Wallace was my uncle, who was recognized at a very young age to be an extremely talented musician. He played flute in the National Symphony in Washington, D.C. for many decades after he finished school.

When Earl died, I did not know what to do. I was so desolate and despondent I was also sick for some time.

According to my father, Lola had a nervous breakdown after my grandfather's death. I don't know all the details of it, but she evidently recovered fairly quickly. I can't imagine how hard it must have been on my father, to lose his father when he was twelve and go through all this upheaval with his family. It does make me appreciate some where he was coming from when I think about it.

Wallace stayed at home a week and returned to school. Mama came down and stayed with Charles and me. Charles was only 12 at that time. Mama has remained with us since that time, later renting her own apartment. Earl left me $5000.00 insurance but I, of course, knew that would not last and felt I should find work.

According to an online inflation calculator I referenced, $5000 in 1941 is the equivalent of $72,349 today. So it wasn't a trivial amount of money, but neither was it a huge sum.

Against the advice of some of my friends I decided to try and manage the Retail Merchant's Office, keeping Earl's job. I am still doing that at this time and have had splendid cooperation from the merchants.

On Dec. 7, 1941, while Mama and I were listening to the radio in the back bedroom we heard the astonishing news flash that Pearl Harbor had been bombed by the Japanese. We were stunned and of course, our first thought was for Wallace who was the right age for a soldier. Several Denton boys were killed in the attack on Pearl Harbor - our Navy was badly damaged and we were dealt a crippling blow. Our country declared war on Japan the next day and we entered a state of preparation for war unheard of in the U.S.

On Christmas 1941, I let Wallace come home even tho' it had been only one month since he had left. We were very sad, of course, and had a very quiet Christmas. Robbie and Wilbur and Martha came up from Dallas for the day. Wallace stayed ten days, and returned. He was very thin, he was working for his room and board for a Mrs. Hobbie, and she was too stingy to feed the child.

It's funny to read that last couple of lines now, since when I knew Uncle Wallace he was always very overweight, to the point that he couldn't tie his own shoes. I guess he had gained a lot of weight after he stopped smoking in the 1950's. This didn't stop him from playing some mean classical flute, though!

The spring and summer of 1942 camps for soldiers were constructed all over the U.S. A large camp was located at Gainsville and was Camp Howze. When Wallace came home from school in the summer of 1942, he got a job at Borden's retail ice cream store and worked hard all summer. He had to work until 1 and 2 AM and would come in exhaused. He saved $140 and returned to Eastman in the fall.

Just before his 20th birthday, he went to Dallas and joined the Air Force and returned to school until they called him. He played in the Rochester Philharmonic Orchestra under Iturbi and made enough money to pay most of his expenses. He came home Christmas of 1942, and that is the last time he has been home. In March 1943 he was inducted into the Army - was inducted in New York and sent to Keesler Field in Biloxi Miss. for one month. He was very miserable there but was sent to Toledo, Ohio May 1, 1943 and spent four months on the beautiful campus of the Toledo University. While he was there, Charles and I went to see him in June 1943. We had a grand 4 day visit with him. We had a hectic trip but enjoyed it on the whole.

In the spring of 1943, Mama, Charles, and I had a grand garden. We canned and canned and enjoyed all our vegetables, especially our tomatoes, beans, and corn. Charles worked for Jim Barns on weekends in the spring of 1943. That summer he mowed yards and made all his spending money. Charles is a good boy and is a joy to Mama and me.

In September 1943 Wallace was sent to San Antonio for training in San Antonio Aviatiion Cadet Center. While he was there Charles and I went to see him twice - once the last of September and on the 15th of December. In September we went with Mr. Oliver, Charles Oliver and his wife. We stayed in a lousy tourist station. In December we took food and stayed with Dorothy and Clayton Hendrey, and cooked Wallace two good home cooked meals. The only thing wrong with that trip was that we almost froze to death and I caught a dreadful cold. Christmas 1943, was our first Christmas without Wallace. Robbie, Wilbur, and Martha came up from Dallas and spent Christmas Day with us.

Wallace was sent to Bruce Field in Bollinger Texas in January 1944 and was there nine weeks in Primary training. While there he soloed and got 65 flying hours. His instructor was Manuel Abrams. Charles and I went there to visit him March 10, 1944, just as he was finishing his work there. We went to the field and saw the setup and were with Wallace that night until 10:00 P.M. Saturday he got off at 5:00 P.M. and spent the night at the hotel with us. Sunday we went to church at the Babtist Church there and hear Porter Bailes preach. After church we went over to San Angelo and went to see Mrs. Roberts. That afternoon we came back and Wallace listened to the symphony and we took him to his field. We went back to the hotel and that night I went to church again, but Charles went to the show. Monday, March 13, we came home - had a puncture at Brownwood. That day Wallace was sent to San Angelo where he is now in Goodfellow Field in Basic Training.

At this time shoes, sugar, meat, canned goods, gasoline, butter, lard, cheese and other things are rationed. All sales on refrigerators, tires, automobiles, radios, lumber, irons, typewriters and many other items are frozen and production stopped. Coffee was rationed for a while but its not now. Each car is allowed 2 gal./week of gas on pleasure driving - if you can prove need you can get additional coupons. Each person is allowed 2 pair of shoes per year and 1/2 lb. of sugar per week. The sugar situation hurts us the most for we do like desserts. None of it is a hardship - we are all too fat and eat too much. There is no fussing about it and everyone tries to do his part.

Wages have increased at an amazing rate. There are two plane production plants - one North American at Grand Prarie and Consolidated at Ft. Worth that employ many Denton people. They pay high wages and employ skilled laborers. People who before the war were glad to work for $2.00 per day are now drawing from $60 to $90 per week. They also use trained men - paying all an enormous salary. Pauline's husbind, A.W. James, who has a M.A. Degree, is employed there and has been there since before their marriage in June 1942. Geneva's husband, Jess Boydtron also works there. Many of the workers live in Denton and go back and forth. There are also many Camp Howze officers living in Denton. All this produces a crowded living condition, unheard of in Denton. Property has skyrocketed and lots of houses have sold for far more than they are worth. There are absolutely no rent houses in Denton and people are forced to buy if they find a place to live.

The prices of food have increased - for things not regulated by price ceiling by the government such as sugar, flour, canned food. On the other side meat and vegetables are VERY high - steak 55 cents per pound, roast 35 cents per pound. Stew meat 28 cents - butter 50 cents - box tomatoes 30 cents, etc.

All articles made of metal and rubber are off the, elastic, etc. Japan seized our rubber supply the first thing and plants for the manufacture of synthetic rubber have been built all over the U.S. but the supply in not adequate for civilian use and for the Army also, and of course the Army needs come first. I have had two of my tires re-capped but they are not very good.

Well, that's all for now. See you next time, once again back in 1944!


Friday, October 16, 2009

Switching Gears

Greetings everyone. I know it's been a while since I posted, and while this post won't be long, I figured I would at least explain things and give you an idea of what is happening next here.

I feel like this blog has been too much about my experiences with my Mom lately...and while those are a very important part of my life, I don't want them to become all this blog is about either. Right now, she is doing well, her dog is doing well, we got her a new radio, I still take her out to lunch at least once a week and everyone is making the best of a bad situation (the bad situation being her Alzheimer's.) Additionally, we sold her old house in Albuquerque fairly quickly and her finances are doing a lot better, which is also good. I'm sure I will talk about her again but I don't want this blog to become a "living with Alzheimer's" blog either since I feel like that would just be depressing as well as boring to read.

Anyhow, I have a new project I've had in mind for a while that I am going to start this weekend sometime...and I think you will find it interesting (I hope so, anyhow.) It's of great personal interest to me at any rate, and if you check back on Monday I'll have the first post up by then.

Also, since I know that there wasn't a whole lot of substantive comment to today's post, if you're looking for something interesting to read I advice you to check this blog out. It's written by a person who is doing the same job I do, but working for a foreign airline based in the United Arab Emirates. It's quite insightful and gives you some good information on what life is like for an expatriate living in the Middle East.

Have a great weekend, and I'll see you next week!