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So, rough couple of days for heckMom.  She's 91, and she and Dad still live by themselves in the house dad built 70+years ago.  Sunday evening, she was coming in from watering her flowers and fell.  She hit her face on the corner of a wall, cracked the eye socket and I ~30 stitches.  Also scraped up her elbow and (we now think) banged her knee. 

After spending Sunday night and all day Monday between 2 hospitals, she fell again Tuesday afternoon when her knee gave out while she was doing dishes. This time it's a broken wrist :( . Surgery this morning to set it.  

Anyway, TPWs and good vibes her way are most welcome.  My older sisters have brought up the possibility of them selling the house and moving to an apartment or condo with help nearby, but they don't want to move.  Mom also doesn't think she needs a cane or walker but the doc last night pretty much got in her face and said if she wants to keep living in the house, she's going to have to.

Like they say, you can always tell a German.  But you can't tell them much.

 
So, rough couple of days for heckMom.  She's 91, and she and Dad still live by themselves in the house dad built 70+years ago.  Sunday evening, she was coming in from watering her flowers and fell.  She hit her face on the corner of a wall, cracked the eye socket and I ~30 stitches.  Also scraped up her elbow and (we now think) banged her knee. 

After spending Sunday night and all day Monday between 2 hospitals, she fell again Tuesday afternoon when her knee gave out while she was doing dishes. This time it's a broken wrist :( . Surgery this morning to set it.  

Anyway, TPWs and good vibes her way are most welcome.  My older sisters have brought up the possibility of them selling the house and moving to an apartment or condo with help nearby, but they don't want to move.  Mom also doesn't think she needs a cane or walker but the doc last night pretty much got in her face and said if she wants to keep living in the house, she's going to have to.

Like they say, you can always tell a German.  But you can't tell them much.
best of luck

my grandma fell and smashed her face around that age. she continued to live at home even after because she, too, was stubborn as a mule.

scary stuff

 
my youngest is really in to baby dolls. she has lots of them. in all shapes, sizes and colors. we clean out the kids toys every spring and offload a dozen only to have more spring up.

she has one in my car, my wife's car, my mom's car, my wife's mom's car. several in her bed.. and just... everywhere.

last night on the way to run errands after picking up my kids we came across an accident that had just happened. both minivans smushed to the windshield nearly, airbags deployed, both cars smoking.. nobody stopped to help :(  me being a not awful human being decided i would pull over and see wtf.

one lady stayed in her car on the phone to call 911. she looked dazed as hell but said she was OK.

the other car was a younger (than me) mom with two kids. maybe 1 and 3 years old. she had scrambled to the passenger side and was pulling her kids out of the van. thing was smoking. she was moving quickly but catatonically. just blank kind of shocked gaze. kids looked white as a sheet, terrified.

i asked if she was OK, "yes". kids OK "i think so". kids were all scratched up. youngest had a blotch of blood between his eyebrows. oldest had a gnarly scratch from the seatbelt across her neck and chest.

things got calmed down somewhat.. young mom got on the phone to her husband... 911 on the way. oldest kid (3 or so) is standing on gravel, barefoot, in the drizzle, crying and yelling for her daddy. mom holding the 1 year old sob-talking on the phone. my heart was breaking. i couldn't just drive away listening to the daughter scream and wail. but i couldn't pick her up and give her a hug to assure her. so i grabbed a doll that was in my backseat... one that my daughter has left on the floor of the car for 6 months. it's been stepped on, shoved under the driver's seat, etc. and never played with... i gave it to the little girl who cautiously took it from me. she took a deep breath and her sobbing slowed until she was no longer crying but squeezing the doll with everything she had.

commence by youngest's daughters waterworks. she was mad that i gave away her doll :( she got it for her birthday :(  and now my oldest is crying because she's upset that the kids were in an accident, and that her sister is crying. 

good guy dad = bad guy dad all in one fell swoop :(

what a roller coaster of emotions

 
my youngest is really in to baby dolls. she has lots of them. in all shapes, sizes and colors. we clean out the kids toys every spring and offload a dozen only to have more spring up.

she has one in my car, my wife's car, my mom's car, my wife's mom's car. several in her bed.. and just... everywhere.

last night on the way to run errands after picking up my kids we came across an accident that had just happened. both minivans smushed to the windshield nearly, airbags deployed, both cars smoking.. nobody stopped to help :(  me being a not awful human being decided i would pull over and see wtf.

one lady stayed in her car on the phone to call 911. she looked dazed as hell but said she was OK.

the other car was a younger (than me) mom with two kids. maybe 1 and 3 years old. she had scrambled to the passenger side and was pulling her kids out of the van. thing was smoking. she was moving quickly but catatonically. just blank kind of shocked gaze. kids looked white as a sheet, terrified.

i asked if she was OK, "yes". kids OK "i think so". kids were all scratched up. youngest had a blotch of blood between his eyebrows. oldest had a gnarly scratch from the seatbelt across her neck and chest.

things got calmed down somewhat.. young mom got on the phone to her husband... 911 on the way. oldest kid (3 or so) is standing on gravel, barefoot, in the drizzle, crying and yelling for her daddy. mom holding the 1 year old sob-talking on the phone. my heart was breaking. i couldn't just drive away listening to the daughter scream and wail. but i couldn't pick her up and give her a hug to assure her. so i grabbed a doll that was in my backseat... one that my daughter has left on the floor of the car for 6 months. it's been stepped on, shoved under the driver's seat, etc. and never played with... i gave it to the little girl who cautiously took it from me. she took a deep breath and her sobbing slowed until she was no longer crying but squeezing the doll with everything she had.

commence by youngest's daughters waterworks. she was mad that i gave away her doll :( she got it for her birthday :(  and now my oldest is crying because she's upset that the kids were in an accident, and that her sister is crying. 

good guy dad = bad guy dad all in one fell swoop :(

what a roller coaster of emotions
You're a good man, Charlie Brown.

 
So, rough couple of days for heckMom.  She's 91, and she and Dad still live by themselves in the house dad built 70+years ago.  Sunday evening, she was coming in from watering her flowers and fell.  She hit her face on the corner of a wall, cracked the eye socket and I ~30 stitches.  Also scraped up her elbow and (we now think) banged her knee. 

After spending Sunday night and all day Monday between 2 hospitals, she fell again Tuesday afternoon when her knee gave out while she was doing dishes. This time it's a broken wrist :( . Surgery this morning to set it.  

Anyway, TPWs and good vibes her way are most welcome.  My older sisters have brought up the possibility of them selling the house and moving to an apartment or condo with help nearby, but they don't want to move.  Mom also doesn't think she needs a cane or walker but the doc last night pretty much got in her face and said if she wants to keep living in the house, she's going to have to.

Like they say, you can always tell a German.  But you can't tell them much.
Good luck, mayne. 

 
my youngest is really in to baby dolls. she has lots of them. in all shapes, sizes and colors. we clean out the kids toys every spring and offload a dozen only to have more spring up.

she has one in my car, my wife's car, my mom's car, my wife's mom's car. several in her bed.. and just... everywhere.

last night on the way to run errands after picking up my kids we came across an accident that had just happened. both minivans smushed to the windshield nearly, airbags deployed, both cars smoking.. nobody stopped to help :(  me being a not awful human being decided i would pull over and see wtf.

one lady stayed in her car on the phone to call 911. she looked dazed as hell but said she was OK.

the other car was a younger (than me) mom with two kids. maybe 1 and 3 years old. she had scrambled to the passenger side and was pulling her kids out of the van. thing was smoking. she was moving quickly but catatonically. just blank kind of shocked gaze. kids looked white as a sheet, terrified.

i asked if she was OK, "yes". kids OK "i think so". kids were all scratched up. youngest had a blotch of blood between his eyebrows. oldest had a gnarly scratch from the seatbelt across her neck and chest.

things got calmed down somewhat.. young mom got on the phone to her husband... 911 on the way. oldest kid (3 or so) is standing on gravel, barefoot, in the drizzle, crying and yelling for her daddy. mom holding the 1 year old sob-talking on the phone. my heart was breaking. i couldn't just drive away listening to the daughter scream and wail. but i couldn't pick her up and give her a hug to assure her. so i grabbed a doll that was in my backseat... one that my daughter has left on the floor of the car for 6 months. it's been stepped on, shoved under the driver's seat, etc. and never played with... i gave it to the little girl who cautiously took it from me. she took a deep breath and her sobbing slowed until she was no longer crying but squeezing the doll with everything she had.

commence by youngest's daughters waterworks. she was mad that i gave away her doll :( she got it for her birthday :(  and now my oldest is crying because she's upset that the kids were in an accident, and that her sister is crying. 

good guy dad = bad guy dad all in one fell swoop :(

what a roller coaster of emotions
Could have been worse. You could have forgotten your mom's 80th birthday.

 
Speaking of moms, my dad hiked up to a beautiful spot on Mt. Hood yesterday by himself (he's 74) and spread some of my mom's ashes near a pretty spot between big boulders and the edge of a glacier with a stunning view of the peak in the distance.  My sister left today for Maine where she will spread some of my mom's ashes on an island we own in a lake there.  We poured some of my mom's ashes underneath a dogwood tree we planted a few weeks ago, and decorated with some of my mom's favorite plants in the little berm around the tree.  I'm sending some of my mom's ashes down to Dallas to her best friend who still lives in the same house we grew up next door to (it's still a tiny 3BR/2BA house surrounded by ginormous McMansions) so she can spread them around her old stomping grounds.

Guess you could say my mom is really getting around.....kind of like Frosty's mom. 

 
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So, rough couple of days for heckMom.  She's 91, and she and Dad still live by themselves in the house dad built 70+years ago.  Sunday evening, she was coming in from watering her flowers and fell.  She hit her face on the corner of a wall, cracked the eye socket and I ~30 stitches.  Also scraped up her elbow and (we now think) banged her knee. 

After spending Sunday night and all day Monday between 2 hospitals, she fell again Tuesday afternoon when her knee gave out while she was doing dishes. This time it's a broken wrist :( . Surgery this morning to set it.  

Anyway, TPWs and good vibes her way are most welcome.  My older sisters have brought up the possibility of them selling the house and moving to an apartment or condo with help nearby, but they don't want to move.  Mom also doesn't think she needs a cane or walker but the doc last night pretty much got in her face and said if she wants to keep living in the house, she's going to have to.

Like they say, you can always tell a German.  But you can't tell them much.
I hope she gets better soon

 
Speaking of moms, my dad hiked up to a beautiful spot on Mt. Hood yesterday by himself (he's 74) and spread some of my mom's ashes near a pretty spot between big boulders and the edge of a glacier with a stunning view of the peak in the distance.  My sister left today for Maine where she will spread some of my ashes on an island we own in a lake there.  We poured some of my mom's ashes underneath a dogwood tree we planted a few weeks ago, and decorated with some of my mom's favorite plants in the little berm around the tree.  I'm sending some of my mom's ashes down to Dallas to her best friend who still lives in the same house we grew up next door to (it's still a tiny 3BR/2BA house surrounded by ginormous McMansions) so she can spread them around her old stomping grounds.

Guess you could say my mom is really getting around.....kind of like Frosty's mom. 
Did you burn yourself?

 
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Have to admit that I like the idea of her not only having a bunch of places she loved, but able to have part of her there too. 

Great way to go about it 

 
my youngest is really in to baby dolls. she has lots of them. in all shapes, sizes and colors. we clean out the kids toys every spring and offload a dozen only to have more spring up.

she has one in my car, my wife's car, my mom's car, my wife's mom's car. several in her bed.. and just... everywhere.

last night on the way to run errands after picking up my kids we came across an accident that had just happened. both minivans smushed to the windshield nearly, airbags deployed, both cars smoking.. nobody stopped to help :(  me being a not awful human being decided i would pull over and see wtf.

one lady stayed in her car on the phone to call 911. she looked dazed as hell but said she was OK.

the other car was a younger (than me) mom with two kids. maybe 1 and 3 years old. she had scrambled to the passenger side and was pulling her kids out of the van. thing was smoking. she was moving quickly but catatonically. just blank kind of shocked gaze. kids looked white as a sheet, terrified.

i asked if she was OK, "yes". kids OK "i think so". kids were all scratched up. youngest had a blotch of blood between his eyebrows. oldest had a gnarly scratch from the seatbelt across her neck and chest.

things got calmed down somewhat.. young mom got on the phone to her husband... 911 on the way. oldest kid (3 or so) is standing on gravel, barefoot, in the drizzle, crying and yelling for her daddy. mom holding the 1 year old sob-talking on the phone. my heart was breaking. i couldn't just drive away listening to the daughter scream and wail. but i couldn't pick her up and give her a hug to assure her. so i grabbed a doll that was in my backseat... one that my daughter has left on the floor of the car for 6 months. it's been stepped on, shoved under the driver's seat, etc. and never played with... i gave it to the little girl who cautiously took it from me. she took a deep breath and her sobbing slowed until she was no longer crying but squeezing the doll with everything she had.

commence by youngest's daughters waterworks. she was mad that i gave away her doll :( she got it for her birthday :(  and now my oldest is crying because she's upset that the kids were in an accident, and that her sister is crying. 

good guy dad = bad guy dad all in one fell swoop :(

what a roller coaster of emotions
Why didn't you ask your daughter first, you monster?

wub me some furls. 
 
More upbeat story - visited heckDad for Father's Day on Sunday (like an hour before mom's fall) and he said a few weeks ago they went to the grocery.  He usually stays in the car while mom shops because his legs/knees won't let him be on his feet for more than a few minutes, and this time another older couple parked next to him and did the same.  Dad looks over and sees the old guy rolling down the window so he does the same and they start chatting.

Anyway, the guy says he's 94 and they introduce each other.  Guy says, "I think I went to high school with a Heckman back at (tiny rural high school that probably had 50 students). I remember he only had 3 fingers on one hand."

At which point heckDad, who lost 2 fingers in a farm accident when he was 14, raises a hand and says, "You mean like this?".

ETA -  :headbang:

 
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More upbeat story - visited heckDad for Father's Day on Sunday (like an hour before mom's fall) and he said a few weeks ago they went to the grocery.  He usually stays in the car while mom shops because his legs/knees won't let him be on his feet for more than a few minutes, and this time another older couple parked next to him and did the same.  Dad looks over and sees the old guy rolling down the window so he does the same and they start chatting.

Anyway, the guy says he's 94 and they introduce each other.  Guy says, "I think I went to high school with a Heckman back at (tiny rural high school that probably had 50 students). I remember he only had 3 fingers on one hand."

At which point heckDad, who lost 2 fingers in a farm accident when he was 14, raises a hand and says, "You mean like this?".

ETA -  :headbang:
Wow. Strange coincidence your dad also having only three fingers.

 
More upbeat story - visited heckDad for Father's Day on Sunday (like an hour before mom's fall) and he said a few weeks ago they went to the grocery.  He usually stays in the car while mom shops because his legs/knees won't let him be on his feet for more than a few minutes, and this time another older couple parked next to him and did the same.  Dad looks over and sees the old guy rolling down the window so he does the same and they start chatting.

Anyway, the guy says he's 94 and they introduce each other.  Guy says, "I think I went to high school with a Heckman back at (tiny rural high school that probably had 50 students). I remember he only had 3 fingers on one hand."

At which point heckDad, who lost 2 fingers in a farm accident when he was 14, raises a hand and says, "You mean like this?".

ETA -  :headbang:
Rules

 
More upbeat story - visited heckDad for Father's Day on Sunday (like an hour before mom's fall) and he said a few weeks ago they went to the grocery.  He usually stays in the car while mom shops because his legs/knees won't let him be on his feet for more than a few minutes, and this time another older couple parked next to him and did the same.  Dad looks over and sees the old guy rolling down the window so he does the same and they start chatting.

Anyway, the guy says he's 94 and they introduce each other.  Guy says, "I think I went to high school with a Heckman back at (tiny rural high school that probably had 50 students). I remember he only had 3 fingers on one hand."

At which point heckDad, who lost 2 fingers in a farm accident when he was 14, raises a hand and says, "You mean like this?".

ETA -  :headbang:
heckman's on a hot streak

 
Milwaukee:  where the hang-tag breakfast menu has "Kringle" as a side option.

ETA:  Should I get cherry, pecan, cheese, or "seasonal"?

ETA2:  I went seasonal.  Live dangerously.

 
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krista4 said:
@Mr.Pack @strykerpks, either of you happen to be going to the Brewers game tomorrow night?  I'll be there.  We could bet on the sausage race.
I will not be attending. But we can still bet on sausage. Speaking of sausage, do you recall the batch I sent to you years ago? My GB who makes it just opened his own storefront for it a few weeks ago. Milwaukee Sausage Company

I never understood the love for these things the whole time I lived in Milwaukee.   :scared:
You probably didn't get O&H. That's the only Kringle to get. Otherwise you can shut your whore mouth.

 
krista4 said:
Milwaukee:  where the hang-tag breakfast menu has "Kringle" as a side option.

ETA:  Should I get cherry, pecan, cheese, or "seasonal"?

ETA2:  I went seasonal.  Live dangerously.
pecan

For some reason the Sams Club here sells them after Thanksgiving for a few weeks. I always get a bunch as gifts, but eat most of them.

 

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