Hello, Friends.
As has been my short history in Blogworld, my intention was to keep to some sort of scheduled postings. There are some people that appreciate that kind of order, such as I. To me, it's akin to a preacher's sermon; without a fairly definite outline to follow, I'm kind of lost and can't get my mind to follow ramblings too well.
However, with my ADHD problem, I'm weary of my Monday List, and maybe you are, too. I will not stop keeping my lists; I haven't flipped my lid. But, with a busy household, things keep changing on me all the time, and my stupid list ends up in next week, and the next, and the next... blah-b-blah-b-blah-b-blah...
My right knee has been hurting this weekend into today. I've been hobbling around like an old lady. This morning, Kid #5 and I drove to the mall to do some Christmas shopping. We were in a little shop that had an ear piercing stool. I asked the clerk, who was about my age, if I could just sit on the stool while Mary shopped.
As I was sitting there, she and I struck up a conversation. I thanked her for letting me sit on the stool and told her my knee had been hurting. So she said, "My grandmother used to spray WD-40 on her joints when they would hurt, and they would stop throbbing." Really? I'll have to try that, I told her.
By the time I got home, I'd forgotten about the WD-40, even though my knee was still talking to me. As I entered the house, my storm door let out a terrible screeeeeech, and I remembered the WD-40. So I sprayed the door's hinges and went directly to the bathroom and sprayed my knee, rubbing it in real good. Guess what happened? Yep. You know it. Gosh, I really felt old. Later, I'm going to spray my elbow.
So, how old is old? Let me tell you. Do you remember several postings ago talking about my Grandmother? She is 108, born in 1901. Today, she was admitted into the hospital with complications of congestive heart failure. God bless her. I think 108 is old. She told my mother and aunt, "I won't live forever."
Grandmother, you've already lived forever. No need to up and die now. Just think. You saw the Wright brothers' first flight; you remember the horse and buggy days and had one of the first Studebakers; WWI and the Russian Revolution; women's liberation and voting for Al Smith in 1928; the depression; WWII; the swingin' 50's and Elvis; and you can remember the rest. You might as well wait until Jesus comes now.
My mother-in-law was here over the weekend. She and I just so happened to have a similar conversation. Maybe we were talking about my knee. I can't remember. But, she said, "I don't feel old in my mind, only in my body." So, are you really old if you're of a sound mind? What if the mind goes but the body is still spry?
When is old old?
Whenever that is, I'm trying to hold it off with WD-40.
See you in the funny papers.
so sorry to hear about your grandmother. Praying she lives to see 2010. Yes, I remember the WD40 thing. Hope I live that long! My aunt's in-laws talked about that. Praying you will get better before Christmas.
ReplyDeletePatty
Wow, Deb! You have really been blessed to have a grandmother reach that age. What a wealth of information and history she must be. It's funny that people that old ususally are mentally alert too! I have no hope, I'm not mentally alert often now! My parents had me in their 40's and their parents died soon after. I had nothing to do with that, but it did leave me growing up with no GP's. But I just can't go with the WD40. What about the smell; isn't it made out of fish oil. "What is that devine perfume, is that oil of COD?"
ReplyDeleteCHicklet Deb
Haha on the WD-40! My Pappaw swore that anything could be fixed or cured with WD-40 and Vicks Vapo-rub. I believe it. I've got Vicks on a toe right now. And if those two items don't take care of it, Windex will. It's what we do in the country (and in Texas). So I say, oil up them squeaky joints 'o yers. If it ain't broke don't fix it! (altho you might attract alot of stray cats...)
ReplyDeleteOh yeah (I always do this - sorry I focused on the WD-40 and not your grandmother)...
ReplyDeleteI am amazed at her 108 years! That's fabulous. Yes, she just needs to hang around until Jesus comes now. I really wish He would, too. I'm hoping that she will be not in pain but be comfortable whatever the Lord decides, Debbie, and that perhaps she'll make it through Christmas and into the new year, too. My prayers are with you - you've had alot on your plate this fall. I'm glad you've got the Lord in your corner holding you up!
Debbie, I pray that your grandmother is better.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas...and God Bless.
I pray all is well with you and your family. I've got your Grandma in my prayers. Blessings
ReplyDeleteDebbie, That's amazing to read what all your grandmother has experienced. I'll bet it would be fun to know what she forgot, too, considering what all she can remember.
ReplyDeleteI think I'll have to forego the WD-40, though. Besides going around feeling greasy, the smell would become a daily annoyance as often as I'd need it. Plus, anything I put on, my dog likes to taste. I'm thinking that would be a bad thing, walking around with the dog attached to my joints. Lol