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Mulch Delivery

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Hi folks! I'm back. Time flies when you're (me) having fun doesn't it? Of course my whole life now is devoted and spent taking care of Bill. He is stabilized now but he needs almost constant observation and care.  Once a week his hospice nurse calls (yesterday) and on alternate weeks she visits to check on Bill. She's very good, she cares. She checks Bill's blood pressure and asks all the right questions. She also makes sure we have all the medications and medical equipment we need, usually the same day.  Spring has sprung around here and my daily must do activities are ramping up. Right now I am awaiting a call for the delivery of thirty bags of cedar mulch. Me and the mulch company have been playing telephone tag for the last week trying to arrange a delivery date. Ironic since they're right up the road. I can almost walk there but I can't pick up thirty bags of heavy mulch.  Before spring has spring I has quite busy around Casa Tipton-Kelly with regular h

Bill's Favorite Pastime

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Yesterday, I posted what I do in my spare time. Today I'm posting one of Bill's favorite activities, sitting on our back deck with the sun in his face. These days, with much of Bill's activity restricted because of his poor eyesight and reduced physical stamina, he loves the peacefulness of just sitting in the sun in the cool weather, listening to nature abound around him.  I am so thankful that I have Bill at home here at this time of his life in the comfort of his own home surrounded by everything he loves. Think of all those families during this COVID pandemic who don't have that choice. All those families who don't have the option of having their loved one at the end of their life, at their home.  Bill and I are indeed very lucky.

How I Pass My Time These Days

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Now that I'm not working my part-time job at the hotel, what you may ask do I do with my spare time? Not that I have a lot of spare time but I am able to secure some Ron Time when Bill goes to bed which is usually around 7 PM at night. These days he does stay in bed all night and is waiting for me in the morning when I go down to his basement bedroom and prepare him for the day.  Usually in the evenings like this I play online Scrabble with Pat while my TV is on in background (wallpaper), almost always on MSNBC (Joy, Chris, Rachel and Lawrence). Sometimes I update my blog like I'm doing now. I also take care of business like tonight I ordered spring bulbs from Breck's to arrive in the fall. I'm always enthused in the spring to order bulbs but when they arrive in the fall, I am so tired from yard work and ready to take my winter break, I have to force myself to plant those bulbs. But when spring rolls around, like this year, I'm glad I made the effort. Thus hundreds

My Way

  Oh I sure did do it my way.  Yes, I'm still playing with this lip synch Wombo app that Pat sent to me a few weeks ago. On this latest version I'm lip synching Frank Sinatra's "I Did It My Way."  God, I wish I had this kind of talent. Not just the singing voice but the physical expressions. Looking at this short video I see how stilted I am but that there was always the possibility that I could do more. It's too late in my life now to change. I am one of those old men who is absolutely set in his ways.  My new "way" is staying home all day caring for Bill. He's improving but will never get back to where he was before his strokes in January. With medication he could live another six months to a year and even eighteen months. Of course one never knows but I am heartened that he is able to get around on his own now. He can go to the bathroom by himself but he still needs me to help him shower, which tomorrow is shower day (he hates "shower day

Phases Of My Life

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Taking a break from my now life's a caregiver, this is what some of my life was previously until today.  In order of appearance, this is a description of each photo: "Dessie", my first crush/love - 1962 - at a friend's cottage Chesapeake, City, Maryland during my Army days Peggy Fisher, bowling banquet, me president giving address during my work employment at Girard Bank, Philadelphia, PA My and my school friends Jack and Larry at a class reunion at another classmate's farm in Mainheim, PA Me and my two younger brothers John and Isaac and our dog "Sam" (Chesapeak Bay Retriever) at "The Old Swimming Hole", Boot Road, Downingtown, PA circa 1954 A very tired me after my night auditor gig at The Hampton Inn, Exton, PA - I had to sleep in my windowless basement room during the day to get my sleep cycle back on track - obviously not so successful Me and my longtime friend and co-worker Don McKenzie at my friend Bob McCamley's single wide trailer

Bill Looking At Fifty Year Old 8mm Film Of Our Dogs

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Bill is doing well folks. He's still very weak and will never be the Bill he was before his two strokes in January but we're managing.  He no longer has open, weeping wounds in his lower legs from his edema. He still has that edema but his condition has improved and not gotten worse, which is what we feared. His hospice nurse visits us in person every other week and by phone on alternating weeks. She is very helpful unlike the health aid workers who, although they meant well, were more disruptive than helpful. I think Bill's edema leg condition has been helped by his daily walking and me cleaning his legs and feet every morning with anti-bacterial soap.  Bill still needs help showering and with his bathroom needs. He gets confused with the dressing and undressing but has improved. A lot of his problem has to do with this cognitive ability, which is noticeably deteriorated since his strokes, but he tries which I have to give him a lot of credit. God bless him.  Because of hi

Death Of First Love

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Young Dessie around the time I met him (I've always had a "thing for cute nerdy guys in glasses)   "Do you play pinochle?" I looked up from where I was  lying in my bunk, while reading  a book in the Army barracks at Fort George G. Meade circa 1991 to see the spectacled cute face of fellow soldier. From 1960 to 1963 I was stationed at Ft. Meade in Laurel Maryland working at the National Security Agency. My questioner had recently arrived from a one year tour of duty at Shemya,, Alaska; the closest United States location to Russia. His name was Dessie. We both were in the Army Security Agency whose purpose was communication intercept of foreign powers.  I told him that I didn't play pinochle but I was willing to learn. He asked me to join him as a partner for a pinochle game with two other of our Army comrades who were in the barracks that evening. Thus began a regular occurrence, playing pinochle several times a week to pass the time by.  We were both eighteen ye