Why would you apologize for what you read for pleasure? Every book read for pleasure should be celebrated. And novels that celebrate love, commitment, relationships, making relationships work -- why isn't that something to be respected? - Nora Roberts
Thursday, March 6, 2014
He's in a step-down unit and they're not doing anything for him that I can't do here at home - there are advantages to being a nurse, even if a very old and out of practice one - so I've girded my loins, selected five smooth stones, and am going forth to do battle with the staff there to make it happen today.
Thank you for your continued concern, good thoughts, and prayers. It means so much to us, I can't tell you. Oh, it will be so good to have him home!
Thursday, February 27, 2014
We know our time together is limited. We intend to enjoy it and face it with the same laughter, love, and faith that have sustained us all these years. Your good thoughts and prayers are keeping me on my feet and walking, and I thank you for them. I am certain they have helped him as well. Bless you.
Gave up on the book I was trying to read and am now reading James Herriot's series of vet stories.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Mr. Bat is hanging in there, holding his own. They will do a test over the next 48 hours that will show us whether his heart muscle is good enough to have cardiac bypass surgery. While it would not fix the congestive heart failure or the rhythm disturbances, it could well help those things, possibly (although not likely) to a near-normal result. We should know by Friday. If the muscle is good enough, then perhaps the surgery would take place in a couple of weeks.
I almost fear to say it, but I think perhaps his breathing was very slightly less awful today. He's getting very good nursing care. (Well, in addition to my 18-hour a day attention. ) :-) We like all but one of his doctors (and he's going to get a tart letter from me when the dust settles, let me tell you. He said, "Well, you need to understand that this man's life is nearly at its natural limit anyway." This man! This man! This man has a name and a good, rich, full life, which is probably more than anyone can say about you, Dr. Jerk.) /rant
I've been reading the same book for a week. So nothing to review. I'll keep working on it, though.
Again, thank you for the caring you're showing us. As a childless couple with no real family left living, good wishes and prayers mean so much I can't tell you.
Friday, February 14, 2014
He feels pretty well as long as he doesn't move around much. Pulse ox drops into the 70s when he walks, and also for you nurses, his EF is 20. Ugh. Doctors say treatable but need to find underlying cause of this. More tests today and Monday. His appetite is good, and I always take that as a good sign in man or beast.
MFOB thinking long and hard about retiring, although the plan was to work a few more years. If these are our last months/years, I want to spend them together and not me at the office 60+ hours a week. Heck, I bet I can find all kinds of recipes using cat food ... Seriously, maybe I can find some contract work to do at home to supplement our income. (See, Hippie Girl, this is what you get when you say that money doesn't matter and you give most of yours away. This is what happens. Phooey - no regrets.)
Again, our thanks for your goodness and caring.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Please? I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Tristan, Lord Burke, recognizes Joan at once for what she is: trouble. Not only is she his best friend's sister, she always seems to catch him at a disadvantage. The only way he can win an argument is by kissing her senseless. He'd give anything to get her out of her unflattering gowns. But either one of those could cost him his bachelor status, which would be dreadful—wouldn't it?
Saturday, February 1, 2014
I see this book review blogger who has an eleven-point list of what all an author "owes" her for a review, including Liking her on Facebook, following her blog, marking her reviews helpful on Amazon, and a bunch of other shit. Yep, shit.
Dear Authors: If I bought your book, it's because it looked good to me and I could afford it. If I read it, chances are pretty good that I'll get around to reviewing it in time, given that I still have a 50-hour a week job, some health problems, and a rapidly-aging husband to look after. I'll get there.
If I liked the book, I'll say so. If I thought it would be an insult to the canary to put it in the bottom of the bird cage, I'll say so. If you can plot like Agatha Christie but can't spell cat, I'll point this out. If I read your book three times in one week because it's so wonderful, I'll say so.
What do you owe me in return? Nothing, dammit. Nothing. Not so much as a thank you or a f-you. You owe me jack. For me as a reader, you owe me your best product. For me as a reviewer, you don't owe me a thing. I owe you my honesty - man, it's all I am able to give, having no literary expertise. That's the deal.
Just wanted to make my position on this subject very clear.
Thank you. Go in peace.