August 2002

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Thursday  August 1 , 2002

Old Age Can Kill You

Marilyn <strout99@hotpop.com>

I've been transcribing county death schedules from New Brunswick, and discovered that:

Sarah died in 1891, she was a 67-year-old housekeeper, and cause of death was "worn out," length of illness, 2 months.

Then there's Margaret, she died in 1888, she was 92 years old, cause of death "old age," length of illness, "1 week"

Phoebe, on the other hand, was only 88 when she died in 1888. She too, died of "old age," but she had it "several years."

William died in 1888, at 84, of "old age," but he had it "not long."

Mrs. Seeley, age 91, died in 1888 of old age, she only had it "one day."

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I met Christy at the Desert Pathways School, and we met with the Principal, the teacher and the psychotherapist. It was a reasonably productive meeting, we are going to let Dr. D. do what he can with his magic pharmacy. If Mike doesn't respond and behave responsibly in a reasonable amount of time (October) then he will be sent to Residential Care. It is pretty much out of our hands, the State has to educate him in the "Least Restrictive Environment" the way things are shaping up that criteria will be met in a Residential Facility..

Mike has been a pretty good kid today, this has been the best day he has had in months. He was having a hard time this evening, just a bit off the wall...but tolerable.

I worked on my Preble Genealogy today, another of our founding families. What a treacherous place this was in the 16 and 1700's, two of my Preble ancestors were almost decimated by Indians... the "History of York" is on Genealogy.com, I printed out about 30 pages relating to the Preble's... it will cost me about 3 days to get it all scanned and entered into my Genealogy program. Midnight... time for bed.

Friday  August 2 , 2002

"A conclusion is simply the place where someone got tired of thinking."

Arthur Block

The Air-Conditioner quit working yesterday, we noticed that it was running to beat the band but no cold air was coming out... We called Sears this morning to get a repairman, they said that they would be out between 1200 and 1600, he got here at 0930... Luckily I had been out at 0800 to remove the protective cage I built, I had just finished when he got here. Well the problem seemed to stem from the fact I never changed the filters or cleaned the coil... Bad Me... it was working so hard it was freezing up, live and learn.

Mike went to school, he had a pretty good day. Christy, Mike and I went to Doane's office, we changed his medication a little, well, we added some Concerta, (Timed release Ritalin) to his regimen ... 

I am still working on my Preble line, what a pain... I received a big family tree from a cousin and there are several conflicts between what I had and what he gave me, that means I have to go back over my                              

Saturday  August 3 , 2002

...I had Mike and "B", Christy took Autumn to Pahrump with her friend Bonnie... Mike has been pretty good for a couple days so I took him to see Thomas... Mike promised he would be there or call, well, he called. Thomas wasn't there, Frankie, the younger brother was, they went to the AV Mall. Went to a movie... he called here about 2000, He met Christy at the church and she brought him home... Why do I keep thinking (hoping) he is going to change...

I learned how to work my Slide/Negative scanner attachment last night, (took about two minutes) and started scanning slides, My mother had four boxes of them, each containing about thousand slides, I started scanning at 16:00 and stopped about 21:00, five hours, I scanned about 60 of them, damn, this is going to be a career! Between Genealogy, 'The hobby with no end', and these pictures I will go crazy before I finish.

The slides I scanned last night were primarily from the time of my sister Leigh's 8th grade Graduation... about the time I joined the Navy. She was 12 or 13. The picture on the left is of Leigh, Sue and myself... Notice how similar Sue and I are in general appearance, dark hair, brown eyes, etc... Leigh has blue eyes, blond hair We suspect there was a mix-up at the hospital and she was accidentally switched at birth... or, the real Leigh was so grotesque that our mother switched tags with some kid named Helga Sorenson, or she was adopted... or something. (I'm kidding Leigh)

I have several pictures of Leigh that I like but the one on the right is my new favorite. Leigh, if I had to describe her in one word that word would be Indomitable, well, maybe not, how about Irrepressible... naw, that's not quite it, Up-beat?, Determined, Optimistic (past where any sane person would have long ago given up hope), Unsinkable, well, I guess there isn't just one word so I will have to settle for her favorite word, and you have no idea how much I hate this particular, over and inappropriately used, word  "Awesome"... she's pretty awesome.

Sunday  August 4 , 2002

Calie is 11 today

... Christy left at about 0800 to go up to the summer camp to get the kids, she will stop and visit with her sister and parents then be home, I have to go down and get a cake... chocolate. Calie called and said she wanted pizza, so I added that to my itinerary. After getting "Happy Birthday Calie" written on the cake, taking the video's back and getting pizza I beat Christy home by less than five minutes.

Cindy had been a screaming terror all the way home, Christy was very upset and tired. Calie tried to be upbeat and succeeded, but most everyone else was a little upset. Autumn and Calie and I persevered, so did Mokie and "B". Mike even tried but he had to leave the table... he did good.   

Mike is starting on a new medication today, Concerta... they call it a time release Ritalin, hope it helps him.

I should go to bed, but I want to do something to make this page more interesting, it doesn't bore me but I can see where other folks would rather mow the lawn than read it. I have been doing this a long time, it will be four years in November. I have written about stuff I should probably have kept to myself and there are things I have edited out too. I should probably keep a private diary just to keep all the entries I have deleted, some I have edited out before they were even written.

I got mad once and poured out my bile here but I woke up at three in the morning and deleted it. That's not what this page is about. This isn't a forum to vent my spleen, well, I try not to mostly. I have written about things that get my dander up on the rants page but that's different. I try very hard to make most of my rants at least mildly humorous...

I enjoy writing letters, I like corresponding with folks. I strive to be honest and to write clearly, but clarity has stymied me at times. Going back over these pages reveals many errors, from dangling participles to just plain fuzzy writing. Some of the things I have written have been difficult to understand, and I am sorry for that. I wish folks would write to me more often and tell me when I have been unclear, being your own editor leaves some pretty obvious avenues for error.

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