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An exciting weekend at the hospital

Never a dull moment around Casa Poolman. Mrs. P and I have been spending most of the past two days at a local hospital. Our daughter, Writer Princess, had been feeling bad for the past week, and had seen her primary care doc twice. She was feeling much worse on Thursday evening. So we (Son-in-law included, of course) trekked to the emergency room. It turns out she had an infection and needed to be admitted for two days of IV antibiotic therapy. By the time the docs figured that out, we had spent the entire night in the ER waiting room. If you have not had the pleasure of such an experience, this is one you can take off your bucket list.

 It appears that healthy-living is not high on the priority list for most of the majority of ER patients. Most had figures similar to my cat, Sid, a Manx. When we first got Sid, I remember reading that you could draw a Manx cat by just using a series of circles.  The same could be said of the people we spent Thursday night with.

 I think it is true what they say, that hospitals are the worst place to go when you are sick. A woman came in and sat near me. Every couple of minutes she tried to cough up a lung, and then hung her head between her legs and moaned, “Oh Lawdy, oh Lawdy.”  If I saw her on the street, I would take her to the hospital. But we were already there. What to do? Actually, what I did was to move across the room to avoid her droplets.

The big party in WP's room.

The big party in WP’s room.

 I didn’t realize hospitals were so popular. I know that insurance companies want the hospitals to move the patients through and get them out the door as quickly as possible. So I was very surprised that WP had to wait several hours in the ER before being transferred to a room…because there was not am empty bed in the house. Really? What am I missing? This does not look like it’s the hot spot in town.

 So it’s Saturday afternoon and WP is a little past the half-way point of her 48 hours of IV therapy. We are working shifts with Son-In-Law to keep someone at the hospital all the time. We’re still looking around for the party that is keeping this place filled. Haven’t found it yet.

Lake trip, broken things and alot of clothes

Summer is probably my favorite season of the years. It gets hot here in coastal Georgia, but that just makes the water in our pool that much warmer. Mrs. Poolman is happy.

We have been fairly busy.  Two weekends ago Mrs. P and I drove up to visit my middle sister and her husband at their lake house near Anderson, S.C.  This is their second summer on Lake Hartwell and they are really enjoying it. The house isn’t all that large, but it is very nice and has a great screened porch overlooking the lake. Our daughter, Writer Princess, and son-in-law also drove up. We had a very pleasant weekend of eating, drinking and lounging around.

Ever since we got back, we have been dealing with “things broken.” We have used the internet for our home phone service. When we got back to town from the lake, we discovered the wireless router that handles the phone service as well as our regular WiFi was apparently fried. I think we are going to join the ranks of the Generation X or Y, or whatever it is, and just blow off our traditional home telephone line. We are still working on a way to keep our home telephone number. That is the one people have used to contact us for 20 years. It’s a bold new world out there folks.

Then our washing machine decided to go on strike. The repairman came but had to order a new part. Hopefully it will be running tomorrow.

In the meantime, I have two and a half weeks of laundry piled on the floor of my closet. The sad thing is — I haven’t really been inconvenienced. Mrs. P says, “You have more clothes than God.” (Of course, God is a spirit and doesn’t need clothes, so I guess that is no mean feat.”)

I really don’t do much shopping or buy many clothes. I just don’t throw away or recycle my clothes very often. For example, if you just buy one pack of underwear and a couple of golf shirts each year, by the time ten or 12 years pass by, you have a bunch of underwear and shirts. That’s my story.

Independence Day falls in the middle of the week this year, which is a bit of a bummer. Mrs. P is up for a “party.” We have invited about a dozen people over for an afternoon pool party. Ribs, potato salad, baked beans, etc. Should be fun. The guest list includes our favorite 22-month old twins, Helen and Brittany. Another friend is bringing her two grandsons, roughly five and three. Should be fun, but it definitely won’t be dull.

The shoe’s on the other foot

We had an interesting conversation with our daughter, Writer Princess, over the weekend. Her in-laws were going to be out of town and so her 17-year old sister-in-law, Glenda, was planning on bringing a friend and staying with WP and Son-in-Law on Saturday night. Apparently, Glenda had several options, and the decision to stay with her older brother and his wife was her first choice.

My first question to WP was, “So what is her agenda?”

WP wisely responded, “I don’t know, but I’m sure there is one.”

As the conversation continued, WP made a number of comments like these.

“She probably wants to go somewhere that her parents wouldn’t approve.”

“She probably thinks we’ll be more lenient on her.”

“She got in trouble awhile back because she went to a party or something when she had told her parents she was somewhere else.”

“Her parents don’t really like the group she is running around with.”

Mrs. Poolman and I were busting a gut laughing. If you roll back the clock 11 or 12 years, WP would have been talking about herself. Although I didn’t know my son-in-law at the time, I understand he didn’t exactly spend every Saturday night in the library either. It’s ironic to see the two of them as the rules-enforcers and curfew keepers.

Fortunately, WP also saw the humor in the situation.  I haven’t talked with WP since then. I’m curious how the weekend went.

 

A broken pool, nasty smells, a suprise party and Mother’s Day

We’ve had a busy Saturday this Mothers Day Weekend, so Mrs. Poolman decided to go low energy today.

We co-hosted and provided the venue for a surprise birthday party for our son-in-law yesterday.  Our daughter and SIL’s condo is too small for the roughly 20 people they wanted to invite. Besides, it would be tough to prepare a surprise party in the house where the guest of honor lives.

We wanted to make it a pool party, but those plans were thwarted by mechanical difficulties.  When I got home from work on Thursday, I noticed the pool pump motor was running, but it wasn’t pushing any water. I didn’t have time to mess with it that evening. We called the pool repair folks on Friday. They won’t be here until Monday. In the meantime, I tried to figure out the problem and repair it myself.  I think I have it narrowed down to a blockage in the pipe that leads from the pool to the pump. I tried several things to break the plug, including a plumber’s snake, but with no success. I hope the pool repair people have better luck tomorrow.

Meanwhile, the Saturday night party went very well. SIL was totally surprised and everyone seemed to have a good time. The last stragglers didn’t get out of here until 2:30 am. Oy!

We did hit one hitch. Just before the party guests arrived, I had been smelling something odd, but couldn’t place it. It was a sour odor, like fermenting hay or the like. I finally narrowed it down to Sammy the Dog. I have no idea what she may have gotten into. We spread some pine straw that afternoon. Maybe there was something in that. I don’t know. In any case, although we were expecting the doorbell to ring at any moment, I dragged her out to the basketball court and gave her a bath. Sammy was not happy, but she got over it.

Mrs. P and I didn’t start functioning until around noon after that late bedtime. We celebrated Mother’s Day with an early afternoon lunch at our favorite seafood place. Nothing says “I love you” like a basket of hot fried shrimp. Yum!

We ran some errands and then came home to do laundry, update the checkbook and pay bills – all the usually weekend stuff that you need to do to keep it going.

On to the work week…