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Month End Recap

This week, containing the last holiday weekend of the summer, has been eventful. Despite my new tendency to take hour(s) long naps in either the morning or afternoon, I have discovered how to transfer photos from my external harddrive onto my Tobii "eyegaze" computer; watched "World War Z" on Netflix on my Tobii, shared "Heaven Is For Real" with the nursing home, enjoyed a lot of positive kudos for our group participation in the #icebucketchallenge for ALS, and read "Shadow of Night" on my iPad.

Since it's the end of the month, allow me to recap. The first part of the month found me "Free at Last". I was finally allowed to drive my own wheelchair again since getting my license suspended last March. (That's another story.).  Part of the nursing home went to the Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle and my husband and I met them there.   It was a day of relative freedom and fun in the sun.  My daughter came to visit which always means fun from the moment she arrives. We went to The Olive Garden as is our custom since I landed at the home. We spent with my youngest sister this time. My daughter had it rough being surrounded by her adoring mama, aunt, and stepdad. My daughter spent one night making me a $50 pot O chili after she told me how she made it with quinoa. Yeah, it was da bomb!

Also in bomb range was the Annual ALSA Evergreen Chapter Barbecue, where some of the best barbecue meats, beans, salads, and desserts come from.  Also in abundance, was laughter and camraderie. And I got major blessed when I was given an exquisite handmade quilt made with all Japanese fabrics by my dear friend, Karen, whose husband, Leo has ALS. Actually, they are both very dear friends. We also Got to spend more quality time with other dear friends from our support group like Merilyn and Carl, Judy and Clayton, Stephanie and Matt, Ken, Eva, as well as new friends. And last but certainly not least, our dear friends from ALSA.

.Besides getting twice per week visits from my sober friends, and getting week night visits from my husband, both of my sisters visited me, separately. My sister, Dawn, sat down to chat and painted my toe nails. My sister, Renee, helped me purchase audiobooks, cleaned up my library wish list and added to it. And she brought her delicious chicken enchiladas for me. This seemed to be the month to invite the Flinks over for dinner. We went to my sister, Dawn And MarK's new place and ate lasagna al fresco. And we went to John and Linda's new home for tamales, then over to Steve and Emily's home for BBQ steak in the front yard, with Emily's signature dessert, lemon meringue pie! We felt fortunate indeed. Just so you know, that never has happened before.

Of course you already know about my nursing home joining me in taking the Ice Bucket Challenge for ALS but were you aware we made front page news? The Federal Way Mirror headlined us above the fold in the August 29, 2014 Edition. Check it online. I wish I knew how to insert a link with my Tobii.

Did I mention that I got my hair did? I did get my hair did. And by my own beautiful hairdresser and friend, Collette Francel of Francel's Salon. She came out and we borrowed the on-site beauty salon and my hair got gorgeous for the first time since December of last year.

No recap is complete without a bit of negative. Topping that list is the death of my cat, Gracie, who was so much more than a pet. My baby and faithful friend. The best cat I ever had. Also topping that list would be my fellow residents who have passed away and favored aides who have moved on. Also up there is my mother and stepfather who have not been around for nearly two months now.I'm just saying it would be nice to be thought at least as important as the casino.

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