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Stephen, Michael, Jackie and Gilles with Dad – a One Act Play
“Now I want you to go to your room and sit on your chair. Do not move until I call you. Do you understand me? Michael, do you understand me?” Dad said.
“Yes… but Stephen was not nice to me. He lied. He didn’t tell the truth.”
“To your room Mister Michael… now!” Dad said and continued, “And Gilles, that is no way to talk to your Brothers… you are not the only one that lives in this house. We have to work together. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Dad. I know your words. But it is MY ROOM and I don’t want anybody in my room that doesn’t talk like I do!” Gilles said.
“Maybe you better go to your room too. Take some French books out to cool down. I know you are frustrated with your Brothers too. It will be okay Gilles… I promise you… you can speak as much French in your room as you would like. Run along young fella… remember Daddy loves you.” Dad said.
“Now Jackie boy… you certainly have made yourself clear. Don’t you know when you pick on your Brother’s like you do… that they get really upset… and that doesn’t make for a good home. We HAVE TO get along with each other. Jackie you are very smart. You can speak well. You have some good ideas, but so do your Brothers. Jackie as sharp as you are, you have to let your Brothers at least feel like they have something to contribute. Come on… Jackie… look at me… your grinning from ear to ear… you mischievous son of mine… you have to stop provoking them. You make Michael so mad that he lashes out at everyone. Jackie do you hear me? You must stop.” Dad said.
“But Dad, it is so much fun watching Michael act silly the way he does when he jumps all over Stephen. It is so easy to get him going. It is too much fun…” Jackie said.
“Mister Jackie, you are a rascal to say the least. You have to give Michael some space… and leave Stephen alone. He doesn’t get rattled like Michael does… but you try to provoke them both. You know you do. Now I want you to go outside and start working on that wood pile. Maybe that will help you think about what you done. Jackie, listen to me, stop grinning… Jackie… you little rascal…” Dad grinned as he spoke.
“Stephen, please come in here NOW!” Dad called out to his son.
“Stephen, I know that you mean well in what you do. You just have to do it better, be more up front and honest with your Brothers. No, no don’t look that way. I know you try hard to be “honest”, in fact you think you are the most honest off all the boys in our family… but they think otherwise… and sometimes I think they might be right too. Stephen I want you to think about how you can do it better. Can you do that for Dad?” Dad asked.
“Okay Dad… I will… BUT sometimes what Michael says is just plain stupid! Over and over again he goes on and on about things that are just not true! He is a liar. He makes stuff up about me. And when he lies, I just want to go out and tell all my friends that he is an idiot!” Stephen responded shaking his head.
“I know that Michael can try to push your buttons too. He gets upset and lashes out wherever he can. I know that his actions have not been very helpful at times. But if we listen to him, he will grow out of it. Deep down he is a good boy. He really loves you, you know that. If you would let him sit your big chair sometimes, he just might change. Stephen – could you let Michael play “Prime Minister”… just once? Maybe he would not like the chair and will simply go off and play somewhere else and not bother you so much if you would do that? Could you do that for Dad?" Dad asked.
“I don’t know Dad. Michael breaks everything I make. If he touches it, it falls down. Then it takes me a long time to fix it again. Michael needs to go away… or go back to where he came from in the United States!” Stephen said showing more emotion that he had for a long time.
“Stephen, you know he is part of our family. Just try for Dad. Let Michael be “Prime Minister” – just once. Okay?” Dad asked with a smile. “He is really very smart. He just says things at times that make him not look so smart.”
“Dad… Michael is an idiot and plain stupid! He is not smart at all! He is silly and every time he opens his mouth he is even stupider! All his “advisor” friends get him to talk that way. He makes me mad!” Stephen said in an unusual show of his emotions.
“Stephen listen to Dad. In our family we do not use the words “stupid” or “silly” or "idiot". We try to be nice each other. We are Canadians and we are so suppose to show that love and care for each other. WE DO NOT HAVE TO ACT LIKE AMERICANS!” Dad said emphatically.
“I know Dad… but Michael is not very…” Stephen’s voice trailed off.
“Stephen you are “Prime Minister”… I know… You are smart and kind and seldom raise your voice. BUT YOU MUST STOP MAKING THEM SO ANGRY. You cannot be a good Prime Minister if you try to make them mad all the time! Mr. Stephen stop it… you are making Dad unhappy! And if you keep doing that I will make Michael Prime Minister and you will have to sit outside for a long time. Do you understand me Stephen?!?” Dad had raised his voice and was not fooling around any longer. He was kind but he knew it had to change!!!
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Pause… to you as a reader…
Who is Dad? Well Dad’s first name is “Theovoter” and second name is “Canadian”.
And Dad means business. If Stephen, Michael, Jackie and Gilles don’t learn to work together… there will be all Hell to pay from Daddy. And the way that they have treated their younger sister Elizabeth May is shameful. Maybe Dad will have to make her have a turn at playing Prime Minister… now that would certainly put the boys down a notch or two!!!
~ Murray Lincoln ~
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Much to Reflect on as I end my 67th year
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Much to Reflect on as I end my 67th year
As I complete my 67th year today I have a lot to think about. So much has happened in my life time. There has been so many changes and in so many ways.
This past Saturday when I took part in the Fibre Festival in our City, demonstrating Tatting and Bobbin Lace, I met many fascinating people. And they talked to me about so many fascinating things.
One lady and her young daughter stopped to ask questions about what I do. As I described my Lace Making the lady mentioned a child’s book that her daughter had read for her studies. In the book the young girl had described the Lace Making she knew as she was sick with polio. Bringing it closer to home, the young girl in the book was in a Saskatoon Hospital.
Yesterday the young mom that I met at the Fibre Festival sent me the name of the book. Today I have a request for my Granddaughter to see if she can get the book at her school.
How does it relate to my 67th year?
When I was a boy many people had the evidence of having had polio. It had been a devastating disease over the years. When I was born in 1944 it was very much a dreaded disease that anyone could get. It was highly likely that one of your children could be infected by polio and be crippled for life – if they did not die.
It was 1952 when a vaccine was finally developed to almost wipe out the terrible disease.
I am going to copy in part of the book “To Stand on My Own” by Noreen Anderson.
I remember the time oh so well…
Quote from the Scholastic Canada web site…
The Polio Epidemic Diary of Noreen Robertson
Saskatoon, Saskwatchewan, 1937
by Barbara Haworth-Attard
Publisher’s Note:
In the summer of 1937, life on the Prairies is not easy. The Great Depression has brought great hardship, and young Noreen’s family must scrimp to make ends meet.
In a horrible twist of fate, Noreen, like hundreds of other young Canadians, contracts polio and is placed in an isolation ward, unable to move her legs. After a few weeks she gains partial recovery, but her family makes the painful decision to send her to a hospital far away for further treatment.
To Stand On My Own is Noreen’s diary account of her journey through recovery: her treatment; life in the ward; the other patients, some of them far worse off than her; adjustment to life in a wheelchair and on crutches; and ultimately, the emotional and physical hurdles she must face when she returns home.
In this moving addition to the Dear Canada series, award-winning author Barbara Haworth-Attard recreates a desolate time in Canadian history, and one girl’s brave fight against a deadly disease.
An Excerpt from Noreen's Diary
Friday, July 16, 1937
My 12th Birthday!
I was sick for two days. I’m feeling better now, but Mother says I have to rest one more day, so I can’t have my afternoon birthday tea. I started to cry and Mother said not to be silly and that I could have it next week and we’d pretend it was my birthday all over again. She felt my forehead for fever so many times in the last two days my head is still aching.
I did have a fever, too, and my legs and back were aching. Mother said I had heatstroke.
I’m lying on the old couch in the screened front porch while writing this so I can get a bit of air. It smells. The couch, I mean, not the air. Mother and Grandpa are in the kitchen. We finally got some rain today, though Grandpa told Mother it was not enough to save the crops. We haven’t had a good harvest in four years. Grandpa said it was because we’re a one-crop province — wheat — and when the bottom went out of the market for wheat (I’m not sure what bottom he means) there were no other crops to fall back on, so we ended up in the sorry position we’re in now. Grandpa said that the population of Saskatoon has gone down instead of up because people are moving East looking for work.
I’m too tired to write any more. Grandpa says I should do some reading as it wouldn’t tire me out. I’m not too fond of reading, except my favourite book, Heidi.
Friday, July 30, 1937
In the hospital.
It has been a long time since I wrote in here. A nurse brought my diary to me today. Grandpa had given it to her. She told me to call her Nurse Betty. He also gave her a message for me — that words can be friends when you are lonely, and that writing your fears down, seeing them written on paper, makes the fears lessen. I think Grandpa made Nurse Betty memorize that part, because she almost sounded like him. I miss him and Edmund and Mother and Dad so much. They are not allowed to see me because I am in the isolation ward, which is an entirely separate building from the regular hospital. It’s to keep our germs from spreading around.
Saturday, July 31, 1937
All the nurses and doctors wear masks so only their eyes show. One time when I was very sick, I thought they were ghosts and screamed because I thought I was dead.
There are two regular nurses here; Nurse Betty is nice, but Nurse Winter is crabby. The hospital smells of medicine, food and poop (I’m not supposed to say that word but my diary is secret). I’m scared here. I can’t write anymore because my arms are too tired. I have to hold the book over my head and my right arm shakes so much I can’t write properly.
Sunday, August 1, 1937
I have polio.
The day I came to the hospital, an old doctor who has big black eyebrows like caterpillars made grumpy Nurse Winter roll me up on my side, and then he stuck a needle in my back. It hurt very badly. I had to lie completely still afterwards.
The needle was to take spinal fluid to test for polio, so that’s how they know I have it. Nurse Betty told me I’m over the worst of the initial illness, but I’m still really scared. Mother and Aunt Ella have a school friend who had polio and she is crippled and has to lie in bed all day because she can’t walk. Others who’ve had it have to use crutches. People can die from polio!
Maybe if I say the word polio enough times, it won’t be so scary. I think I’ll have to say it a lot, though.
Mother and Dad were finally allowed to see me today, though it was through the door’s glass window because I am still in the isolation ward at the City Hospital and Nurse Winter said they couldn’t come in to see me directly, because they might catch my disease. I was going to tell her that Dad had carried me into the hospital and Mother had held me in Grandpa’s car, and they hadn’t gotten polio, but I thought that was saucy, so I didn’t. My legs hurt so bad at times, it makes me cry. The muscles in my back get all hard and it makes me curve my back. My right arm is getting better, but it still took me ALL day just to write this!
Monday, August 2, 1937
Here is a secret I’m not supposed to know: I just overheard the caterpillar-eyebrow doctor tell Nurse Betty that I am paralyzed from the waist down.
Afternoon
I am so scared. My legs don’t move one bit, and my toes don’t wiggle, though I try and try to make them. They also hurt terribly. It feels like all my leg bones are held together with tight wire. The caterpillar doctor ran a tongue depressor down the sole of my foot and even that hurt! I wonder why I can feel the tongue depressor, yet my legs won’t move. I keep telling my brain to move my legs, but they won’t.
Night-time
I can’t sleep because there is a small boy in here with me, named Eugene, who also has polio and he is having trouble breathing. I keep getting scared he’ll stop. There is a woman here too, who I think has polio, but I don’t know her name. She has screens around her bed all the time. It’s very lonely in here. I miss Mother and Dad, Grandpa and James and Edmund and Bessie. I’m so scared I’m going to die.
End quote…
I have a friend in Peterborough that has the affects of the Polio in her body. Her dad worked in the Toronto Lab that developed the vaccine. The Doctor’s best guess was that the Poliomylitis came home to her on his clothing.
Lots to think about on this last day of number 67. Tomorrow I start number 68 without Polio or its affects.
~ Murray Lincoln ~
http://www.murraylincoln.com/
Resource
http://www.scholastic.ca/dearcanada/books/tostandonmyown.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poliomyelitis
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polio_vaccine
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Today’s Blog Post
Much to Reflect on as I end my 67th year
As I complete my 67th year today I have a lot to think about. So much has happened in my life time. There has been so many changes and in so many ways.
This past Saturday when I took part in the Fibre Festival in our City, demonstrating Tatting and Bobbin Lace, I met many fascinating people. And they talked to me about so many fascinating things.
One lady and her young daughter stopped to ask questions about what I do. As I described my Lace Making the lady mentioned a child’s book that her daughter had read for her studies. In the book the young girl had described the Lace Making she knew as she was sick with polio. Bringing it closer to home, the young girl in the book was in a Saskatoon Hospital.
Yesterday the young mom that I met at the Fibre Festival sent me the name of the book. Today I have a request for my Granddaughter to see if she can get the book at her school.
How does it relate to my 67th year?
When I was a boy many people had the evidence of having had polio. It had been a devastating disease over the years. When I was born in 1944 it was very much a dreaded disease that anyone could get. It was highly likely that one of your children could be infected by polio and be crippled for life – if they did not die.
It was 1952 when a vaccine was finally developed to almost wipe out the terrible disease.
I am going to copy in part of the book “To Stand on My Own” by Noreen Anderson.
I remember the time oh so well…
Quote from the Scholastic Canada web site…
The Polio Epidemic Diary of Noreen Robertson
Saskatoon, Saskwatchewan, 1937
by Barbara Haworth-Attard
Publisher’s Note:
In the summer of 1937, life on the Prairies is not easy. The Great Depression has brought great hardship, and young Noreen’s family must scrimp to make ends meet.
In a horrible twist of fate, Noreen, like hundreds of other young Canadians, contracts polio and is placed in an isolation ward, unable to move her legs. After a few weeks she gains partial recovery, but her family makes the painful decision to send her to a hospital far away for further treatment.
To Stand On My Own is Noreen’s diary account of her journey through recovery: her treatment; life in the ward; the other patients, some of them far worse off than her; adjustment to life in a wheelchair and on crutches; and ultimately, the emotional and physical hurdles she must face when she returns home.
In this moving addition to the Dear Canada series, award-winning author Barbara Haworth-Attard recreates a desolate time in Canadian history, and one girl’s brave fight against a deadly disease.
An Excerpt from Noreen's Diary
Friday, July 16, 1937
My 12th Birthday!
I was sick for two days. I’m feeling better now, but Mother says I have to rest one more day, so I can’t have my afternoon birthday tea. I started to cry and Mother said not to be silly and that I could have it next week and we’d pretend it was my birthday all over again. She felt my forehead for fever so many times in the last two days my head is still aching.
I did have a fever, too, and my legs and back were aching. Mother said I had heatstroke.
I’m lying on the old couch in the screened front porch while writing this so I can get a bit of air. It smells. The couch, I mean, not the air. Mother and Grandpa are in the kitchen. We finally got some rain today, though Grandpa told Mother it was not enough to save the crops. We haven’t had a good harvest in four years. Grandpa said it was because we’re a one-crop province — wheat — and when the bottom went out of the market for wheat (I’m not sure what bottom he means) there were no other crops to fall back on, so we ended up in the sorry position we’re in now. Grandpa said that the population of Saskatoon has gone down instead of up because people are moving East looking for work.
I’m too tired to write any more. Grandpa says I should do some reading as it wouldn’t tire me out. I’m not too fond of reading, except my favourite book, Heidi.
Friday, July 30, 1937
In the hospital.
It has been a long time since I wrote in here. A nurse brought my diary to me today. Grandpa had given it to her. She told me to call her Nurse Betty. He also gave her a message for me — that words can be friends when you are lonely, and that writing your fears down, seeing them written on paper, makes the fears lessen. I think Grandpa made Nurse Betty memorize that part, because she almost sounded like him. I miss him and Edmund and Mother and Dad so much. They are not allowed to see me because I am in the isolation ward, which is an entirely separate building from the regular hospital. It’s to keep our germs from spreading around.
Saturday, July 31, 1937
All the nurses and doctors wear masks so only their eyes show. One time when I was very sick, I thought they were ghosts and screamed because I thought I was dead.
There are two regular nurses here; Nurse Betty is nice, but Nurse Winter is crabby. The hospital smells of medicine, food and poop (I’m not supposed to say that word but my diary is secret). I’m scared here. I can’t write anymore because my arms are too tired. I have to hold the book over my head and my right arm shakes so much I can’t write properly.
Sunday, August 1, 1937
I have polio.
The day I came to the hospital, an old doctor who has big black eyebrows like caterpillars made grumpy Nurse Winter roll me up on my side, and then he stuck a needle in my back. It hurt very badly. I had to lie completely still afterwards.
The needle was to take spinal fluid to test for polio, so that’s how they know I have it. Nurse Betty told me I’m over the worst of the initial illness, but I’m still really scared. Mother and Aunt Ella have a school friend who had polio and she is crippled and has to lie in bed all day because she can’t walk. Others who’ve had it have to use crutches. People can die from polio!
Maybe if I say the word polio enough times, it won’t be so scary. I think I’ll have to say it a lot, though.
Mother and Dad were finally allowed to see me today, though it was through the door’s glass window because I am still in the isolation ward at the City Hospital and Nurse Winter said they couldn’t come in to see me directly, because they might catch my disease. I was going to tell her that Dad had carried me into the hospital and Mother had held me in Grandpa’s car, and they hadn’t gotten polio, but I thought that was saucy, so I didn’t. My legs hurt so bad at times, it makes me cry. The muscles in my back get all hard and it makes me curve my back. My right arm is getting better, but it still took me ALL day just to write this!
Monday, August 2, 1937
Here is a secret I’m not supposed to know: I just overheard the caterpillar-eyebrow doctor tell Nurse Betty that I am paralyzed from the waist down.
Afternoon
I am so scared. My legs don’t move one bit, and my toes don’t wiggle, though I try and try to make them. They also hurt terribly. It feels like all my leg bones are held together with tight wire. The caterpillar doctor ran a tongue depressor down the sole of my foot and even that hurt! I wonder why I can feel the tongue depressor, yet my legs won’t move. I keep telling my brain to move my legs, but they won’t.
Night-time
I can’t sleep because there is a small boy in here with me, named Eugene, who also has polio and he is having trouble breathing. I keep getting scared he’ll stop. There is a woman here too, who I think has polio, but I don’t know her name. She has screens around her bed all the time. It’s very lonely in here. I miss Mother and Dad, Grandpa and James and Edmund and Bessie. I’m so scared I’m going to die.
End quote…
I have a friend in Peterborough that has the affects of the Polio in her body. Her dad worked in the Toronto Lab that developed the vaccine. The Doctor’s best guess was that the Poliomylitis came home to her on his clothing.
Lots to think about on this last day of number 67. Tomorrow I start number 68 without Polio or its affects.
~ Murray Lincoln ~
http://www.murraylincoln.com/
Resource
http://www.scholastic.ca/dearcanada/books/tostandonmyown.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poliomyelitis
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polio_vaccine
Monday, April 11, 2011
Graham Gelineau’s reluctance
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Graham Gelineau’s reluctance
I am not sure if you caught the story about Graham Gelineau? He was 59 years old this last year. And when he was 55 he became a very wealthy man… in fact it was the $37 Million that he won that made him so wealthy. Also it was the biggest win on record up to 2007.
Graham lived in a boarding house of some sort. Not a pleasant place to live. When he won the huge jackpot he moved out of the place that he share with others. He wasn’t about to share anything with anyone. He knew that people would come running after him with a long list of needs and wants that he would have to decide upon being legitimate of not.
The best was to hide away – alone.
He did that and from what I read he was also in poor shape physically. He died alone not long ago.
What a sad story.
I have thought about Graham a lot after reading about him. All that money and it did him no good.
I have dreamed about winning big some day. About being able to buy another house, by my kids a new home each to get them more room, and then maybe have a holiday for a while… come home and work in the garden and not worry about money any longer.
I am sure that I could do a little better than Graham did.
Yet who knows what any one would have done differently.
I had another friend that won big. Before he got home from the initial celebration there were folks lined up to ask him for money. There were charitable groups offering to take the cash load he was carrying lighter – by taking ad portion of it away from him.
I can understand Graham Gelineau’s reluctance to stay away from all of that.
I am just sorry that he had to be a alone.
Today I will remember Graham… and think of him often.
~ Murray Lincoln ~
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Resource
http://www.torontosun.com/news/torontoandgta/2011/04/10/17939366.html
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Today’s Blog Post
Graham Gelineau’s reluctance
I am not sure if you caught the story about Graham Gelineau? He was 59 years old this last year. And when he was 55 he became a very wealthy man… in fact it was the $37 Million that he won that made him so wealthy. Also it was the biggest win on record up to 2007.
Graham lived in a boarding house of some sort. Not a pleasant place to live. When he won the huge jackpot he moved out of the place that he share with others. He wasn’t about to share anything with anyone. He knew that people would come running after him with a long list of needs and wants that he would have to decide upon being legitimate of not.
The best was to hide away – alone.
He did that and from what I read he was also in poor shape physically. He died alone not long ago.
What a sad story.
I have thought about Graham a lot after reading about him. All that money and it did him no good.
I have dreamed about winning big some day. About being able to buy another house, by my kids a new home each to get them more room, and then maybe have a holiday for a while… come home and work in the garden and not worry about money any longer.
I am sure that I could do a little better than Graham did.
Yet who knows what any one would have done differently.
I had another friend that won big. Before he got home from the initial celebration there were folks lined up to ask him for money. There were charitable groups offering to take the cash load he was carrying lighter – by taking ad portion of it away from him.
I can understand Graham Gelineau’s reluctance to stay away from all of that.
I am just sorry that he had to be a alone.
Today I will remember Graham… and think of him often.
~ Murray Lincoln ~
http://www.murraylincoln.com/
Resource
http://www.torontosun.com/news/torontoandgta/2011/04/10/17939366.html
Sunday, April 10, 2011
My how things have changed!
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My how things have changed!
My how things have changed!
Yesterday I sat at my display table as I introduced Tatting and Bobbin Lace to all that came by. There were hundreds!
Yesterday I sat at my display table as I introduced Tatting and Bobbin Lace to all that came by. There were hundreds!
Most had no idea of what I was doing. Even older folks that had been in Craft works of all kinds had not heard of the Lace making called Tatting.
The comical part was that some immediately thought that it had something to do with Tattooing. I had discovered not long ago that Tatting is another word for Tattooing. Now I saw it for myself… no kidding! My web hits for my Tatting Whisperer web site is kind of twisted with a number of people looking for Tattoo information!
I am not sure what to think of that. Am I that much of a dinosaur that what I do is that far gone, almost completely erased from history… Oh Boy!
I posted on Facebook that I would be at the Labrary and that one of the things that would be demonstrated was the rug hooking. Actually they call themselves the “Hookers”.
So in one corner the Fibre Festival had a Tattoo Artist and the other corner there were Hookers.
No wonder some of the customers and audience had funny looks on their faces and asked some strange questions.
Have you ever felt really old? Or maybe I should ask, have you ever felt confused?
It is a little bit like being transported forward into time and having everything there look and be entirely different. In fact when you arrive the terms and ideas that you once used are no longer the same… everything you refer to is laughed at.
I never thought I would live that long.
I can only imagine what either of my Grandpas would have thought should they came back to life this past week!
Yikes!
~ Murray Lincoln
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Tatting and Bobbin Lace at the Fibre Festival
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Tatting and Bobbin Lace at the Fibre Festival
You are welcome to our Fibre Frestival held at the Peterborough Library on Aylmer Street - lower Auditorium from 10 AM to 4 PM
I will be demonstrating Tatting and Bobbin Lace.
Drop by for a visit.
~ Murray Lincoln ~
http://www.murraylincoln.com/
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Today’s Blog Post
Tatting and Bobbin Lace at the Fibre Festival
You are welcome to our Fibre Frestival held at the Peterborough Library on Aylmer Street - lower Auditorium from 10 AM to 4 PM
I will be demonstrating Tatting and Bobbin Lace.
Drop by for a visit.
~ Murray Lincoln ~
http://www.murraylincoln.com/
Friday, April 8, 2011
Home Improvements – Good Books – Sit Downs and Oh Boy
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Today’s Blog Post
Home Improvements – Good Books – Sit Downs and Oh Boy
I sat on the floor thumbing through the old books that were I the book shelf. They have been sitting in that shelf for 13 years and this is the first that I have looked at them. So many memories. Each page is filled with stories that I know and feel so deeply. A rush of nostalgia flooded over me again and again.
Sitting down is a real bad thing to do when you are doing renovations this big. But the body hurts so bad that it can hardly move and a break is sooooooo good!
Looking at the stuff piled everywhere around our basement makes me realize that I MUST GET RID OF IT. And it has to happen now… or maybe soon… or maybe next week… or…
The internal struggle that I face with this is way more than I can handle today. I have to get the job done in the next few days… or over the week… or when I can…
Do you smell procrastination and reticence to move forward on this “stuff toss”. Yes you do. These are priceless bits of my life that I can enjoy one more time by simply looking at it all. Oh the wonderful memories… wonderful loving memories.
But I don’t need the 24 inch long row of “Helping Hands” any longer. I don’t really 36 inches of National Geographical Magazines either. And the… Ooops I better stop… The flood of memories are coming again.
It all started with that really heavy rain that lasted so many days a few weeks ago… a damp carpet… a smelly basement… and the very sharp knife that started the first cut in our carpet and ……
I gotta get to the gym. Oh boy…
~ Murray Lincoln ~
http://www.murraylincoln.com/
This BLOG is sponsored by “Misty Hollow Carving”. You are welcome to visit Misty Hollow and see all of my carvings.
My Web Site is a like a Gallery – please drop in for a stroll through.
To help me promote my Web Site please copy this URL address and email to someone today http://www.murraylincoln.com/
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Today’s Blog Post
Home Improvements – Good Books – Sit Downs and Oh Boy
I sat on the floor thumbing through the old books that were I the book shelf. They have been sitting in that shelf for 13 years and this is the first that I have looked at them. So many memories. Each page is filled with stories that I know and feel so deeply. A rush of nostalgia flooded over me again and again.
Sitting down is a real bad thing to do when you are doing renovations this big. But the body hurts so bad that it can hardly move and a break is sooooooo good!
Looking at the stuff piled everywhere around our basement makes me realize that I MUST GET RID OF IT. And it has to happen now… or maybe soon… or maybe next week… or…
The internal struggle that I face with this is way more than I can handle today. I have to get the job done in the next few days… or over the week… or when I can…
Do you smell procrastination and reticence to move forward on this “stuff toss”. Yes you do. These are priceless bits of my life that I can enjoy one more time by simply looking at it all. Oh the wonderful memories… wonderful loving memories.
But I don’t need the 24 inch long row of “Helping Hands” any longer. I don’t really 36 inches of National Geographical Magazines either. And the… Ooops I better stop… The flood of memories are coming again.
It all started with that really heavy rain that lasted so many days a few weeks ago… a damp carpet… a smelly basement… and the very sharp knife that started the first cut in our carpet and ……
I gotta get to the gym. Oh boy…
~ Murray Lincoln ~
http://www.murraylincoln.com/
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Doing Dr. Dad aint fun – Part Two – but improving
Misty Hollow Carving
This BLOG is sponsored by “Misty Hollow Carving”. You are welcome to visit Misty Hollow and see all of my carvings.
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Today’s Blog Post
Doing Dr. Dad aint fun – Part Two – but improving
So the new bad word of the day for us is – “MacroBid”. It was prescribed for my wife on Sunday night at the Hospital when she was dealing with a UTI – a bladder infection. She had taken this before – one year ago – and it had worked then, but not this time around.
I know that it will make my Doctor Friends and Medical Personnel groan when I say I found an answer on the Internet… but it worked.
After I read the responses that other patients were having to this antibiotic I stopped her from taking the next pill. Within three hours she was up and walking around. She was weak but now back to herself – or at least coming back. No food for three days can leave you fairly weak as well and with not being able to hold much water down… or not wanting to drink too much because it will just come back up… can leave you weak as well.
Now I smile. We were able to get a Doctor’s appointment by 10 AM. By then Alida was starting to feel much better. He checked her over thoroughly… and guess what… He said, “I think you should stop taking this antibiotic…”
I sat on the chair listening to this and grinned at my wife. I bit deeply on my tongue in that I wanted to tell him that, “On askapatient.com the other folk said…” But I didn’t.
By the afternoon and evening my wife had returned from the never, never land of crying out in pain, groaning in agony and shivering so hard her teeth were chattering… then burning up in a fever of 102.9 to 99.6 to 101.4 to 98.6 to… up and down like a roller coaster.
Dr. Dad doesn’t know everything… but he knows enough that he can’t do the job alone.
I am very thankful that our Doctor cares… and that his secretary is very helpful in her response to my plea for help.
I am so glad to have Alida back from the edge…
Gym time… gotta run… really run…
~ Murray Lincoln ~
http://www.murraylincoln.com/
Resource
http://www.askapatient.com/viewrating.asp?drug=20064&name=MACROBID
This BLOG is sponsored by “Misty Hollow Carving”. You are welcome to visit Misty Hollow and see all of my carvings.
My Web Site is a like a Gallery – please drop in for a stroll through.
To help me promote my Web Site please copy this URL address and email to someone today http://www.murraylincoln.com/
* * * * * * * *
Today’s Blog Post
Doing Dr. Dad aint fun – Part Two – but improving
So the new bad word of the day for us is – “MacroBid”. It was prescribed for my wife on Sunday night at the Hospital when she was dealing with a UTI – a bladder infection. She had taken this before – one year ago – and it had worked then, but not this time around.
I know that it will make my Doctor Friends and Medical Personnel groan when I say I found an answer on the Internet… but it worked.
After I read the responses that other patients were having to this antibiotic I stopped her from taking the next pill. Within three hours she was up and walking around. She was weak but now back to herself – or at least coming back. No food for three days can leave you fairly weak as well and with not being able to hold much water down… or not wanting to drink too much because it will just come back up… can leave you weak as well.
Now I smile. We were able to get a Doctor’s appointment by 10 AM. By then Alida was starting to feel much better. He checked her over thoroughly… and guess what… He said, “I think you should stop taking this antibiotic…”
I sat on the chair listening to this and grinned at my wife. I bit deeply on my tongue in that I wanted to tell him that, “On askapatient.com the other folk said…” But I didn’t.
By the afternoon and evening my wife had returned from the never, never land of crying out in pain, groaning in agony and shivering so hard her teeth were chattering… then burning up in a fever of 102.9 to 99.6 to 101.4 to 98.6 to… up and down like a roller coaster.
Dr. Dad doesn’t know everything… but he knows enough that he can’t do the job alone.
I am very thankful that our Doctor cares… and that his secretary is very helpful in her response to my plea for help.
I am so glad to have Alida back from the edge…
Gym time… gotta run… really run…
~ Murray Lincoln ~
http://www.murraylincoln.com/
Resource
http://www.askapatient.com/viewrating.asp?drug=20064&name=MACROBID
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