I hope all you mothers and grandmothers had a good Mother’s Day!
It is so beautiful as I start to write this column, probably a few people are getting tired of reading how much I enjoy this time of year and the magic of springtime. If so, please turn the page. I am sure there are more things in The Mountain
Should I be able to, I would caress each bloom.
One evening I kept looking at my living room curtains, how drab they looked. So I took a broom to get my curtains down and washed them. Of course you can’t put clean curtains up with dirty windows. My windows were so dirty that I couldn’t see out them and I thought, What the heck? If I can’t see out then no one can see in. Of course as I was doing my windows, I looked on top of my china close. I could have written my name then erased it, and written it again.
My son Keith Ballard stopped by on his way to work, so I asked him to hang the ones behind my couch for me. My daughter Kay said I wait until I am half dead then worry about my curtains being dirty!
I am having a muscle spasm in my back. Each time I turn a certain way or bend, even to get in my car, it will hit me. I finally had to give in and go to the hospital for an X-ray of my back. I was in too much pain, so my friend Vickie Power took me to the emergency room Saturday night. I have a fractured vertebra.
I had instruction from the emergency room doctor to get in touch with my doctor to have a MRI. I have called and left message to no avail. I am in such pain that I can’t sit still for long and it kills me to have to lie too long either, although I was told complete bed rest for a few days.
Of course I was given a prescription for pain pills. They may as well have kept it; as of yet I haven’t had it filled. I had rather feel the pain and be able to navigate than to take a pain pill and be knocked out. I cannot for the life of me understand why there are so many people in this world who abuse drugs.
Of course I am the type of person that wouldn’t know if I was a having a mental breakdown. I act goofy all the time. I don’t know what the word normal means either.
Just kidding. I have a darn good head on my shoulders when I want to use it, and what I don’t know how to do I can fake it until I learn.
This is the weekend for the Appalachian Festival at Old Coney in Cincinnati, Ohio and it is the first one I have missed in several years.
My brother Richie and Wanda Hall are here to visit me. I was tempted to do like the commercial on television when the woman gets company she ask to sit on the porch though it is raining. I wonder if Richie and Wanda will mind if we have a campout?
How anyone can be as messy as I am I will never know.
Wanda had an unexpected visitor. As she was reading the paper and the television was turned down low, she felt as if someone was looking at her. When she glanced up a coon had come into the hallway and was looking at her. She doesn’t have a screen door up and I have often told her I would worry that a snake would come in.
A couple of years ago Wanda’s son or someone called her to tell her there was a bear on her porch. Wanda thought they were playing a trick on her, when it was all very real. The bear was lying on her porch.
Gwen Huff Farmer had a good weekend with her sons John and Forest Farmer and their families.
John and Ann Calihan delivered me a care package of lettuce and onions.
I haven’t heard anything about Eveda Ison. I hope she is doing alright.
Last Friday night I went to the Coon Hunter’s Club and I am glad I did as one of my favorite musicians, Marvin Davis, played in the last band.
Carl and Willamae Boggs have been going to Pikeville as Carl had some trouble with his vision. I do hope he is alright.
I am going to say so long for now since I want to talk to Wanda as Richie is taking a nap.
Until next time. Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email:Bluegrassmama4@ aol.com 513-367-4682.