Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
As I looked out the door there’s a blanket of snow and it looks beautiful, though the roads are bad this morning. Oh no, I am not ready for this.
I am glad that I don’t live in lots of places, especially where Ricky and Marcia Caudill’s sister Janie lives in Michigan as she had over three feet of snow. I wouldn’t be able to get out the door as I am only 4’11”.
I hope everyone is staying warm as Old Man Winter has seemed to bypassed fall and said, “Here I am whether you like it or not.”
I am already tired of hearing so much complaining on television about it being cold. I’m thinking about shutting my cable off; there’s not much worth watching anyway.
If it wasn’t out of necessity, I wouldn’t have a telephone. Oh wait, there’s my computer. I guess I will keep it. What would I do without Facebook?
Have you already made out your menu for Thanksgiving dinner? I have a package of shucky beans thanks to Ricky and Marcia Caudill. If I stay home, that is what I am going to fix, and some cornbread and who knows what else?
I would really like to bake a good, old-fashioned stack cake. I can hear my doctor say, “Rosella, I am trying to take care of you!”
I may fix the shucky beans before Thanksgiving and take a little trip to get away from everyone as holidays aren’t good for me.
I had eye surgery so I am like the big bad wolf in Little Red Riding Hood, but I can see better now. Seriously, we take vision so much for granted, then when it starts to deteriorate we realize how much of a blessing we have.
I went to the eye doctor who sent me to an eye surgeon. I then had to go to my primary care doctor who then sent me for blood work and an EKG — which came back abnormal — then I was sent to my cardiologist and finally I was ready for eye surgery.
I was about ready to say to heck with it all, but now I have to go back again.
The only thing I don’t really care for since my vision has improved is that I can see all the wrinkles in my face without putting on my glasses. If it’s like this with surgery on my left eye, just think what I will see when the right one is fixed.
As I walked into my kitchen I looked at my counter and my son Keith had left some stains on my counter, which is multi-color light tan and beige. I had to smile as I grabbed the cleaner and scrubbed my counter.
For the first time in a long time I have really taken interest in my own home. I can clean until it is spotless for someone else, and don’t really care about my own house. What is that saying? “Sweep out your own front door before you sweep out for someone else.”
However if someone said something I might just say, mind your own business and don’t be minding mine.
I am somewhat joking about my vision, and seriously, it is wonderful to be able to see clearly. Now if the doctors can find the reason for some other health problems.
I am going back to dancing, though it may just be the last dance for me. I will just have a plaque made and that says, “Died from dancing, doing what she liked to do best.”
Before I had my heart surgery, my friend Alphine Stacy and I were dancing a hard, foot-stomping dance. I laughed and said something about being out of breath. As always someone stuck their nose in and asked, “Well, how can you dance the way you do?”
I started laughing and replied, “I hold my breath,” and honest that wasn’t a joke as that is exactly what I did.
Les and Pat Wagner really enjoyed their trip to the Smokies, and the weather was nice for them to enjoy.
I know Larry and Becky Hasty will be joining them on their trips before too long, as quick as Larry is able to travel. I really think we should all get together and have a hillbilly meeting before long.
Doyle and Betty Ison, I may just head your way sometime next week.
Polly Maucher, I never hear anything from you anymore. What is wrong?
Michael Ison, my hands are cold so I want to hold your hand. Just teasing, but I really would love to hold that beautiful grandbaby as I see the pictures on the computer.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030, telephone, 513-367-4682, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.