Was last Friday a mixed ….

Was last Friday a mixed up day, or was it just me? Maybe it all started when I woke up a little after five and thought I could still sleep awhile. About then a nurse came in and proceeded to change my catheter. All was fine, then I noticed she had put it on inside out. I don’t know if she did it intentionally, or was it just a mistake?

I thought maybe it was a good idea since the lever for opening it was turned into my leg and it couldn’t get caught accidentally and have all that pee run out and down my leg.

Then the cleaning lady came in with my mail from Thursday, which included the TRG. I had thought about inquiring, but then passed it off as an error in the postal delivery system.

As you remember the paper was extra fat, plus there was an additional special section with it. The news in the TRG was especially good. My old neighbor Kaila Fitzl was named Teacher of the Year and Administrator Chris Lindner had included the election results held for the newly elected school board. Currently we would never have found that out, but I am hopeful Tom Odeen will turn the board’s decision to not print the school minutes around. I can hope, can’t I?

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I had gotten busy and at the last minute remembered it was indeed Friday and The Price is Right was going to be on. So everything got dropped so I could watch.

Then another little factor came into play. I explained last week that Shelly had moved to a group home in Neillsville. Well, her sisters, Jackie and Sue, along with her court appointed guardian, Marg Rohland of Owen, had made plans to meet at a storage facility in Abbotsford. Her things were stored there after she fell and got hurt at Just Like Home in Colby where she had been living for the last dozen years or so. She had been moved to the Clark County Rehab and Living Center to recover before moving to her new place.

The plan was that Sue would call me when they were at the storage shed and then we would meet at The Highground, drop a few things off, then go to Shelly’s with her stuff.

I guess waiting for the call got me mixed up into thinking it was Saturday. I was a bit surprised when I left here to see workers at the overpass bridge. I wondered why they were working on Saturday and once again my mind had to get jotted into place.

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I mentioned a few weeks ago about Kirby Pucket of the Minnesota Twins. I don’t recall everything I was going to write about except he was the youngest of nine children who grew up on the south side of Chicago. Ever since he was a little boy his family wanted him to be a baseball player. For a time he was the only black on the Twins team and some people started making an issue of it.

The other Twins player who I idealize is Harmon Killebrew who hit 573 home runs in his career. He grew up in western Idaho and his wife was a Mormon. Later on he would also join the church and fellow players and people associated with baseball said he never swore, smoked or drank alcohol all the while he played baseball.

He retired a hero, but so many baseball injuries made his retirement not such a happy event.

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A niece of Florence’s lives in Dundas, Minnesota, which is just next to Northfield. She has developed a little sideline business of taking people up to the airport in the Twin Cities or bringing them home. She was complaining the other day about all the road construction and suggested she would be happy when it was all over. I reminded her there are only two seasons here, road construction and winter, so don’t be wishing too hard.

Then I remembered seeing all the pots sitting out in gardens filled with mums. Like the road construction, when the mums bloom, we’ll be in a change of seasons.

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My issue of Our Wisconsin magazine came the other day. I have a couple of ways of reading it when it comes. Sometimes I look at all the pictures first then go back and read the articles. Or I have just read it from front to back and take what comes. The other day it came and since I wasn’t busy, I read it from cover to cover in one sitting. There was something in there that kind of jolted me into thinking, “Yea, that happened at our house”. I was fitting something in the bathroom and Sue was right there, helping if I needed it. So I said, go to the kitchen and get me a Phillips screwdriver. Well, she knew just where to look as don’t all kitchens have a junk drawer where you keep a plier, a couple of screwdrivers, a ball of string and who knows what.

Well, she came back and said she couldn’t find a Phillips, but would a Stanley be alright? Sure enough, it was the right one.

This one goes back a lot more years, like when we lived in Turtle Lake. At the time all our bedrooms were upstairs, along with the bathroom.

Later we would change what we called the music room, since that’s where the piano was. We made it into a bedroom and added a half bath.

I liked to get up early and work in the garden or yard as often times there was something going on in the evening, so the morning worked great.

That is until Sue came along and she too liked to get up early, but at that age wasn’t much help outside. I had carefully gotten up, went to the bathroom and started down the steps. I’d gotten to the landing when I heard a voice saying, “Hey Daddy, you forgot your glasses” and with that threw them down to me. As luck would have it I needed new glasses anyway, this just speeded up the time a little.