I Am Not Good In A Crisis

I know I say this all the time but what a week!!!  It actually started on Sunday.  I was cleaning my deck, unaware that a huge red wasp nest lurked just under one of the chairs on my deck. I was using some cleaning spray and other things and I think this stirred the wasps up a little.   Scruffy had come out onto the deck with me and he was wandering around sniffing at everything.   I heard a little yelp and I looked over at Scruffy and he was holding his right front paw up and limping to the door as fast as he could.  I looked down and there were two huge red wasps.

I ran in the house and grabbed some of the sting kill and started dabbing it on his paw but he wouldn’t let me do too much to him.  He ran around the house like do something do something mom I am in pain.  I felt so helpless I didn’t know what to do.  I told him how I had gotten stung the year before by one of those bastar& red wasps, but it didn’t seem to calm him down.  He was terrified because after all he didn’t know what had happened. He probably thought I did something to him.

After a couple of minutes he seemed to calm down.  He went over to lay on the rug.  I went out to the garage to see if I had something else to put on his paw.  When I came back in just a couple of minutes later I called for him and he didn’t come to the door like he always does.  I ran into the living room and noticed that he had pooped all over the floor, he has never done that.  He also had diarrhea.  The really scary part was he way lying in the floor somewhat unresponsive.  I rolled him over and he had poop on his belly, he was lying in it!!!  I know this is way more info than you need but I am just trying to let you know how bad the situation was.  I freaked!!!!!!  I thought that he must be having an allergic reaction to the sting.

My niece is a vet tech and I tried calling her but I was in such a panic I couldn’t get the phone to work I don’t know what I was doing in my panicked state but it wouldn’t ring!!! I called our vet clinic because they always have a number to call for emergencies but their mailbox was full and I couldn’t get the message.  That should never happen.  Just saying.

Scruffy was breathing and there was no swelling in his face, and his heart was beating although it was somewhat fast.  I grabbed my shoes and car keys and decided I would take him to the U.T. Veterinary Clinic Emergency Care although it was about 45 minutes away.  I called my sister to ask her to google the number of a clinic a little closer I couldn’t remember the name.  She was not at home but my brother in law was and he got in touch with my niece and she called me immediately.  She told me to give him a Benadryl, I did, she also told me to check several things, his eyes, his face, his breathing, his heart rate. After just a few minutes he was more alert and sitting up.  I think he may have passed out from the fear or just didn’t know what to do and that is why he went limp.

He slept on my lap most of the afternoon.  He is totally fine, he limped for a few hours because  his paw was sore.

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As soon as Mark got home we went out on the deck to look for the nest.   Two chairs were stacked together and at first we didn’t see anything then we noticed between the chairs there was a huge nest.  We blasted those things with some spray.  About 15 wasps fell off of the nest.  Those little bas&ar*s won’t hurt my baby again.

I am not sure what all Scruffy went through before I got him.  He was a rescue and he is very sensitive to noises and change of any kind.  I think he was probably traumatized in some way or another before he came to live with us.  I will do my very best to make sure this precious baby is taken care of the very best he can be.

But I did discover I am not good in a crisis. Well who am I kidding it is really not a discovery.   I panic and let fear get in the way and all reason goes out the door. I get this from my daddy he was the same way.  Mark is the calm one and can reason through just about anything.  But all is well now and I will be vigilantly watching for those nasty red wasps and anything else that might hurt my poor Scruffy.  He is such a sweet gentle soul.

Always remember

Love your day your way!!!

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My Favorite Beach Vacation Spot

Tell me your favorite beach spot and I will tell you mine. My husband tells me to stop sharing our favorite beach because everyone will want to go there   Then it won’t be as secluded as it is now.  But I can’t help it I love it and I know if you visit this area you will love it too.

I have been to a lot of different beaches but Wrightsville Beach in North Carolina near Wilmington is my absolute favorite.  I was going to wait and show you some updated pictures after our vacation there this year but that vacation may not happen so I will show you some I have taken through the years.

Wrightsville Beach is a town in New Hanover County, North Carolina. It is just East of Wilmington and is part of the Wilmington Metropolitan Statistical Area.

Several years ago Mark and I were at Myrtle Beach in South Carolina.  We had gone there several times and really liked it.  But this time we took a chartered boat trip up the coast about 70 miles north of Myrtle into North Carolina, and discovered Wrightsville Beach.  It looked really interesting.  Later that year before it got too cold we took a weekend off and drove to Wrightsville Beach.  We grossly underestimated the drive time.  It turned out to be about 10 hours from where we live when you add in bathroom breaks and stopping to eat.

We arrived late at night around 10:00 PM and realized that there were very few hotels on Wrightsville Beach. There were mostly beach houses.  We pulled into a hotel that offered all ocean front suites.  The Surf.  Little did we know at that time that we would be coming here for years.  Later on we also discovered Shell Island Resort, just a little ways up the beach and we loved it as well.  Shell Island is at the very end of Wrightsville Beach.  Several years ago, because of beach erosion, the Resort was in danger of totally falling into the ocean.  A huge beach restoration took place and the beach and the resort was saved.  At that time you could buy a condo for $35,000.  Mark wanted to buy one but I would not because I wasn’t sure the beach could be saved.  Well as I said it was saved and now the condos go for at least a half million.  Something my husband never lets me forget HA!!!

Because the drive is about 10 hours a few years ago we chose to fly and save some time.  We fly into the Wilmington International Airport.  It is only about 25 minutes from Wrightsville.  We rent a car and the travel time is so much easier.  That means more time on the beach.

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       The beach is never overly crowded and it feels safe to walk at any time of the night or day.  If you get up early the sunrise is amazing and lots of surfers are out. 

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    The Trolly Stop is a small Hot Dog stand that has been open since 1976.  They only sell hot dogs and maybe chips.  If you wait until noon to get there there will be a line out the door.  I think everyone on the beach and in town gets hot dogs at the Trolly Stop at lunch time.


Which hot dog would you pick.  I always get the North Carolina Hot Dog.


The Oceanic is our favorite place to eat.  Fresh seafood and live music and a balcony overlooking the ocean makes for the perfect place to eat.  It is also located next door to the Surf Suites and if you have one to many of the ahhhhmazing Stumbling Islanders to drink you can stumble back to your room.  HA!!

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    When we are at the beach I get up before daylight so I can be down on the beach getting pictures of the sunrise.  

So that is my favorite spot to go on vacation. It may not happen this year we will just have to wait and see.  If not there is always next year.  I hope you get a chance to check it out I think you would love it. And now where is your favorite beach spot?

Always remember,

Love your day your way!!!

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A Startling Discovery

Last Sunday I was searching for some yarn.  A particular yarn that I wanted for a shawl pattern that I thought of during the night Saturday night.  How it came to me, maybe in a dream, I am not sure. Things often come into my mind at odd times.  I only knew that I wanted to knit this particular shawl with this particular pattern with this particular yarn.  Easy right?  Not so much for me.

I started my search for the yarn early Sunday morning.  I have a den upstairs where I keep most of my knitting and sewing supplies.  I looked through the closet in the den.  Well when I say I looked, I opened the closet doors and peered in.  I poked around a little to see if I could locate the balls of yarn I was looking for. Well actually I was hoping the yarn would mysteriously fall out of the closet and into my hands. No such luck.  Kitty Kitty had a wonderful time jumping into the closet and clambering over every basket of fabric and yarn and everything else that was in there.  I will admit the closet is pretty stuffed.  I am almost embarrassed to tell you how full it is.  It contains mostly “stuff” from projects that have been abandoned for one reason or another over the 20 years we have lived in this house.  Some of the things in the closet I had totally forgotten I had.

I decided there was no way the yarn was in that closet so I went to some other locations to look.  It still bothered me that I hadn’t gotten to the back of that closet.  To be honest I just wasn’t that brave.  I couldn’t find the yarn so I settled on some other yarn that I had. It wasn’t the yarn I wanted but the shawl was a particularly hard pattern and I would practice on the yarn I had. Yes that would work.

As I was knitting on the shawl I glanced around the room.  I also hoard books and fabric and yarn.  I have several collections, wooden spools and they are pretty large, my milk glass collection, my knitting needles, small butter plates, brass bells,  antique flower frogs, and lord lets don’t forget about the butter crocks.  And they take up a LOT of room.

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I love milk glass and anything that resembles it.

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    This is just a tiny portion of my yarn.  I could probably open my own store.

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 And of course with yarn you must have the knitting needles.

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      Love my books.  I have several cases like this.

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  I have several of these thread spools.  Aren’t they cool?  I started collecting them several years ago.  I have them stacked like this in a couple of different places. 

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  Antique flower frogs.  I don’t have a lot of these yet but I love them.

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  I probably have about 25 of these crocks.  Some are old some are not.  I love them and I will continue to collect them.  I just can’t pass them up. 

If only I stuck with the collections and my hobbies that would be one thing.  But I tend to continue to bring things into the house and not take anything out. Hobby Lobby has nothing on my basement.   Every time my family needs something for decorating, wedding shower, baby shower, you name it, I have it.    All these years I have been harping on my husband for bringing things in and stacking them around the house but GASP!!!!  I may be worse!!!!  I AM WORSE!!!

I decided that I had to do something about this clutter.  I just can’t take it anymore!!!  I have way too many things that I continue to bring in and there is just a limit to how much one house can hold. Right?  I think I will pick three things I want to continue to collect and I will get rid of the others.  How will I pick? I am not sure but I will.  Yes I will!!!  YES I WILL!!!  Ohhhh look at that adorable flower frog on EBAY!!! I’m hopeless!!

Always remember

Love your day your way!!!

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And Then Time Stopped.

Have you been tested for COVID-19?  The tests are free and they are done now quite frequently.  In the beginning you could only be tested if you had symptoms even if you had been directly exposed.  It could take days to get scheduled for a test and then up to a week to get the results.

With more and more tests becoming available all of that has changed, in our area anyway, I am assuming it is everywhere. People are encouraged to get tested before returning to work, if they have been exposed to someone who has tested positive or had been around someone who has tested positive.

I spent a lot of time in quarantine.  I wear my mask.  I have been very very careful.  I haven’t been anywhere I haven’t had to be.  I haven’t been to a restaurant in over three months.  I just got take out for the first time a couple of weeks ago.  So I have felt fairly safe.  The virus was sort of a bad dream that was in the back of my mind. I knew it was real but I didn’t know anyone who had even tested positive. Sure I watched the news and saw and heard the horror stories but I also knew a lot was being told that might not be true.

And then last week I had to hit the brakes.  I received a text that someone I had been in contact, even though it probably wasn’t even within six feet, had been in contact with someone who had tested positive. I froze, what should I do?  Should I wait until they got tested and see if they were positive?  I called our local health department, I have a friend who works there and she said yes better to get tested and be safe,  and set up a time for a test that afternoon.  Luckily we had not opened back up at work at this time.

I went to the health department and joined the line of cars with people waiting to be tested.  It took about thirty minutes to get to the tent where the nurses were administering the tests.  It was really warm that day and they had on head to toe covering with a mask and a plastic shield over their faces.  I felt so much compassion for them.  They were hot.  It was dusty from all of the cars going through.  But the nurse doing the tests came bouncing out to the car and did my test quickly and with a kind word and such a great attitude.  I then went on my way.  They told me I should find out the next day but because it was a weekend it might take an extra day.  It did.

I went home and started to worry about my husband, who takes immunosuppressants.  I knew that I had been around him all week and if I tested positive then he probably would too. It almost seemed like time had stopped. I could barely think rationally.

I will say that even though I thought the odds were low that I would test positive I still had that worry in the back of my mind.   I tried to stay busy on Sunday to keep my mind off of it.  Early Monday morning the fear that I felt had escalated.  I was doing the what if? what if?  Just a couple of hours later  the health Department called and told me I was negative.  I couldn’t believe the relief that I felt.

I had to think about my friend Lori who works at our local hospital in the ER department.  She is on the front line and she has been tested a couple of times.  I know how she worries each time.  It doesn’t stop her from doing her job day after day.  These people amaze me and I am so very appreciative of them. Their fear is an everyday thing.

I guess there is nothing to say to tie this up in a neat bow. I am trying to say that the fear is real, the threat is still there.  It really hit home with me when I was tested.  And I expect, before this situation gets better, I may have to be tested again.


  The Day Lilies are blooming. New growth always makes me feel hopeful.

Please be safe.

Always remember,

Love your day your way (But be safe)

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