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Since I am mostly stuck in bed  due to MS, I mostly watch TV on my computer using a program called icefilms.info or dragon player. We block the commercials with noscript, I readily admit that I watch a lot of television . . . between reading books, of course. Some of these have been cancelled, others have run their course, many are in their first season, so we'll see. So, in no order whatsoever this is a partial list of what I've been watching. grey's anatomy the good doctor the resident f.b.i. this is us new amsterdam the walking dead the gifted 911 modern family how to get away with murder splitting up together the guest book father brown doctor, doctor doc martin murdoch mysteries chesapeak shores god friended me madam secretary better call saul  (the entire series) the press one dollar the good place speechless vanity fair the frankie drake mysteries house of cards (the entire series) gypsy offspring royal  pains midnight, texas ho...

My Back Yard We've had many pets over the 25+years that we have lived in this house, and many are buried in the back yard, therefore my back yard is a minus the Stephen King and the ghoulish nature. Of all our pets, some I miss more than others. Worf  was a favorite of mine, as was Galadriel and Purnima but I miss all of them, really. So here they are, in the order of their demise. Gus (Ceasar Augustus) was our first cat who died. DH brought him home from a woman he met when in grad school. Her cat had a  litter and she had to get rid of them so he took one. We had him put down at the vet and brought him home to be buried. He died in mid-purr. He had cerebellar hypoplasia, though he may have been misdiagnosed,  as his condition worsened as he grew up. His bones can be found next to the fence that encloses our compost pile -- under the photinia trees. Mayday was next. She was a black and white pound rescue cat.  We don't know what caused it, but she...

I entered last year celebrating by watching 'new year at the needle' fireworks display (The Seattle Space Needle) on a hospital TV.  I was in there from 12/27/16 to 1/3/17 with, I believe, cellulitis and a bladder infection.  I have been in the hospital several times since then, 5/19 to 5/22  with cellulitis. I didn't have any cuts so it must have been a cat claw poke or a bug bite... any break in the skin will do for those of us who are immuno-compromised. August brought me in hospital from 8.19  to 8/25 with the perfect trifecta -  cellulitis, vaginal and bladder infections. So, how am I doing? you might ask. Well,  36 years with MS and this is my current condition. From head to toe, here goes nothing. if you are newly diagnosed let me tell you here that mine is not a typical case, but still, you may want to stop reading now. head - intermittent memory lapses; I thank the heavens for post-it notes, I have three on my laptop now reminding me...

 insert picture here I was the youngest of five;  I have four older brothers. I like to say that ours     was a military family . . .  family planning by war (a different kind of rhythm method). My Dad was in the Navy, and my parents met at a USO dance. They got married in 1938. They had Jack in 1939, and Bill in 1941.  Then came WWII and dad spent most of his time at sea. WWII ended with a bang (or two). Dad's ship was being overhauled in Bremerton, WA, so I guess he had shore duty. So then they had Jim in 1946, and Bob in 1948.  Then came the Korean War, and Dad was off to sea again. After the war ended my Dad retired in 1954, and (surprise!), they had me in 1955. My Mom was peri- menopausal at 42, hence the surprise. But they got what they were waiting for ... a  girl. So there was a sixteen year gap between Jack and me. I have only a few memories of growing up with him. I may write about them,  but probably not. ...

Sorry for the long delay between posts, but typing is a pain in the ---. Since our weather has been so crappy, I've only gotten out in the neighborhood once. Turns out that I need new batteries, which  hopefully I will be getting next week, thanks to the NMSS and my MS Navigator, Maren. It will be nice to get our and about once the weather warms up. Meanwhile, between getting caught up on House of Cards and the entire 5th season of Orange is the New Black (the writing on those two shows is so good), and watching the Spring Season wind down on all my regular shows, I've been doing crossword puzzles and reading. I know I've missed a few, like Britt-Marie was Here was one   (I'm not hunting down book jackets at this point, though).  So here is my list... Mr. Monk  Pretty much just like the television series which garnered Tony Shaloub many Emmy's.       T he Readers of Broken Wheel Recommend A woman from Sweden arrives...

You've probably already seen this one,  but it is a favorite of mine, so I'll share. Oh,poor doggie Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,  

How do I go about naming a pet? Usually I rely on books, but not always.  CATS: Sam George Tigger  ???  (drawing a blank) . . .  Oh Yeah! Sushi! How could I forget Sushi? Mayday Gus (Caesar Augustus) Worf Purnima Nishita Rajah Dogs Bo (Bonapart Pierre III) J.J. Sheba Galadriel Tinuviel Radagast Beulah Romy (Romeo) My backyard is a pet cemetery with Mayday, Gus, Worf, Tinuviel, and Radagast buried back there. Some are in the dirt under shrubs or trees, and others are under the lawn where they may rest in peace. I bet you can't guess which ones we named and which came to us already named. Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,

My first cats were Sam and George; their Mom belonged to my aunt who lived across the street, and whose name was Suki (the cats' aunt, not mine); she lived in the basement by day and could be coaxed up to the crack in the bottom step of the porch where i would stop by now and then to talk to her. They were Siamese. Sam was sleek and smart whereas George was pudgy and dumb. Both were good lap cats, and Sam was a great mouser. We would call them in to dinner just by calling their names out once and the rattling the can opener; they would come running within a few minutes for their split can of Friskies. I lived across the alley from a Masonic Temple. Once a month they would have a big social. In the Summer my next door neighbor and friend would get our baby buggies and go out and sit in the front to watch the ladies and their nice evening gowns. They would ask to see our babies and Jo would proudly pull back blanket to show off her Tiny Tears doll. She'd often get a dime or ...

What I read in March/April A Man Called Ove   by Fredrick Backman My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry (same author) Dewey, the Small Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vickie Myron These are the books that I either finished in  March or m in the middle of right now. Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,

My first dog was a run-away who ended upon  the porch of my brother's friends  house. They couldn't  keep him because not only was he a big dog, but they had no yard to speak of, and someone in the family was allergic. That's why  his next stop was our house; we had a big back yard and were between cats at the time. I remember sitting on the sofa while watching TV when this dog came galumphing through the house, scaring the bejeezus out of me (I was always a cat person), then on to the dining room where he curled up at my Mom's feet, apparently happy to stay if we would have him. So stay he did; my Dad hooked up a sturdy line that connected the house to the garage, and when we tethered Bo to it he had the ability to go 25 feet between the two and another 18 feet from side to side. Still, that wasn't enough room for him to roam. That Summer Dad fixed the gaps in the fence which made things a little better. Bo was a cross between an Alaskan Malamute and a German...

Every family has its stories, and mine is no different, but there is one that I am asked by my nephew to repeat at our family gatherings so often that I thought I would share it with you here. First I have to set the stage. This was during the Spring/Summer of the "flight from Fresno" in the early 1980's, when my brother lost his business and had to  move back home for awhile until he got his footing. So he and my sister-in-law, and their two dogs (Candy, a Bull-Mastiff, and Ming, a Maltese) moved in. I had moved back home the year  before, and then I was diagnosed with MS. Once that happened my dad had another bedroom/bathroom built onto the first floor of the house, just off the living room to make the house wheelchair accessible for me. This way there was an extra room upstairs which became our guest-room; still, my SIL often just slept on the sofa downstairs. My Dad was always an early riser, as was my SIL. The rest of us are night owls and usually slept in, b...

                                               I overlapped The Red Notebook from the library with Heat (an 87th precinct mystery) on my Kindle. I am just several pages away from finishing Britt-Marie was Here and am about to start Fredrick Backman's previous book My Grandmother Asked Me to  Tell You She's Sorry .  On hold at the library for A Man Called Ove, so I guess I'm reading his books inn reverse order. Backman is another writer from Sweden who has written some very popular books, but they are very different from The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (millennium  series)  by Stieg Larsson. So some happy reading for me to balance out my computer time and TV-on-the -computer time. Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,

My latest book of 2017 was The Red Notebook by Antoine Laurant. It is about a middle aged widow who is a small bookstore owner who happened upon a woman's handbag on a rubbish pile on a Paris sidewalk. Not wanting it to get picked up by the trash collectors, he brought it home... and thus began his quest to find it's rightful  owner. Good Night, TTYL,and Be Well,

I  would like to start off the new year by vowing to telling the truth. I mean, would I lie to you?  I  don't think so. But a lie by omission is still a lie, right? Listen up MS organizations - that was meant for you. As limited as my life is, being bedridden and very nearly paraplegic,  it really isn't that bad. I'm generally content, and I am not the one who has to clean up my messes;  to wit, when I shit in my diaper, I don't have to wipe my own ass. No, that job goes to my DH or my caregiver. Today was shower day, and because of all the antibiotics I've been on, my bowel regimen is all messed up (so to speak); instead of sitting in the tub, I decided to use the shower chair, and it was a good thing I did, too, because once I was done with the shower, and was back in the sling, I started to poop... in the tub, well, if I was taking a bath instead of a shower there would be no getting clean without a follow-up shower ... which would, in a Januar...

I was a very sick girl. I had the tri-fecta of infections; a Bladder infection, Bacterial Vaginitis, and  a bad case of Cellulitis. I went to St Joseph Medical Center on December 27. I was given  picc line through which I received four different antibiotics which killed off the various  germs that were the cause of my ilIs. I came home on January 3. On New Year's Eve DH and I watched New Year's at the Needle on  TV. I am doing well, and am getting better as I type and you read. Happy New Year to all. EXIT (Pursued by a bear) The Winter's Tale  Act 3, Sc. iii

    Christmas Greetings to my readers  May you enjoy some nog, or grog, or wine, or your beverage of choice before an open flame - be  it a fireplace, a wood-stove, a candle, or someone you love.  May Father Christmas grant you your every wish.  May your tree be merry and bright All of us at the webster household wish you all the very best As the reaper takes 2016 away (good riddance),  I hope that your 2017 is a happy one.

As i mentioned in the post WIDAD  - I READ . .  .  these books were so delightful that I decided to buy them. I still had my Amazon Prime promo (which I have since cancelled) and got them for a good price. Ajax Penumbra 1969  --  I got this for $2.99 Mr. Penumbta's 24-hour Bookstore  --  in paperback for .01 + $3. 99 s&h (private seller) So, for a  grand total of $6.99 , I  got two perfectly good books that I do  want to read again  one day. This,  when I am cleaning out my bookshelves to donate to the library, or sell at a yard sale. Go figure. EXIT (Pursued by a bear) The Winter's Tale  Act 3, Sc. iii

Here is my latest picture in my Arabic Floral Patterns coloring book. It was done with a combination of pencils and two different types of pens. If you look closely, the date I finished it is on the bottom right. Catch up with you later. EXIT (Pursued by a bear) The Winter's Tale  Act 3, Sc. iii

I read. On my Kindle: This was the last of a trilogy  Stay Dead, Play Dead, and Pretty Dead by Anne Frasier. Murder mysteries. I forget what Fairwood was about, but I know that I enjoyed it (lol).  I work  the daily crossword , but not the New York Times puzzle. and as you see here, I have amassed quite the collection I got this book through interlibrary loan. It was recommended by Nancy Pearl on NPR -- Ajax Penumbra 1969. At just 87 pages, it tells a lovely story... part mystery, part quest, and pure delight. This was actually published a year earlier, to wide acclaim. This is Robin Sloan's debut bestselling novel,  Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore. I read the New Yorker, and the Rolling Stone magazines. I am woefully behind, alas. And the daily paper, which I will cancel before month's end.                          ...