Happy 4th!

Well, another uneventful, quiet week has gone by.
Since Bugs was off yesterday we didn't have to watch Boo, so instead we stayed home, putzed around the house a bit.
I made hot dogs and potato salad and corn on the cob.
Big wow.
When it got dark we joined our neighbors on the patio by the water fountain, which is no longer working because of the draught, and is now a big tall planter.
The fireworks were not where we thought they would be. Usually they are done at the park across the street, so we can just sit and watch without having to go anywhere.
But to everyone's surprise, the fireworks were about a 1/2 mile to the west, barely visible above the trees.
Oh well.
It was nice being out, not too hot, a little breeze.
Wheelie and I sat on our front porch for a little while afterwards, watching the traffic jam from the people coming from wherever the fireworks were. I suspect they were on the large sports field by the middle school, about 1/2 mile away from us.

We slept late this morning, and when Wheelie was in the bathroom getting dressed he got dizzy, clammy and couldn't move his arms.
His vision was blurred and he was cold to the touch and sweating.
I couldn't get the damn BP thing to work, so we couldn't measure his BP.

What to do.

He was coherent enough to tell me he just wanted to rest, not to call the EMTs. I did try and get a hold of his doctor, but it being Saturday I got the maze/telephone/system, I gave up.

We decided to wait and see. I plopped him back on the bed, and let him rest. It took a few hours before he felt better, but he stayed in bed until 3. At which time I forced him to eat half a banana and some chicken soup. That perked him up and he got up and dressed again.
For dinner he had more soup, and right now he's watching the Britcoms with a bowl of ice cream.
His color is back again too.
I suspect he might have had a TIA, he's had these spells before. I am going to try and convince him to visit his doctor on Monday, just to make sure.

So there you have it. Boring boring...

My sister sent some pictures of the big birthday lunch celebration for my father's 88th birthday.
My brother and sister from NZ were there as well as their daughter who lives in England and works for Tim Burton. My other brother and his wife were there as well, as were my sister, her oldest son with his wife and two kids.
My mom was a bit out of sorts and accused my sister of organizing the lunch behind her back, without letting her know. Which is bull, because this was planned two weeks ago with everyone in attendance.
My sister and I think that my mom's brain is starting to deteriorate.
But looking at the pictures, they seemed to have had a good time.

My friend Hularoo had her baby boy on June 29! He weighed 9 pounds, 2 ounces and was 19 1/2 inches long. He was born by cesarean section. I am hoping to talk with her really soon, can't wait to see this kid and hear how everything went.

Another new life, isn't it amazing and wonderful. If you are reading this, kiddo, congratulations again, and enjoy this incredible time.

Since I had nothing to do this afternoon I went and got out a few boxes of photos to look through, and came to the conclusion that in these past 27 years we sure went through MANY MANY pieces of furniture. We moved a total of ten times, and it's mind boggling to think about how many times I packed everything up, gave stuff away, unpacked again and so forth. We used to have many garage sales, but stuff always seemed to accumulate.

It's a relief to know that during the past few years we managed to get rid of a whole bunch of things, especially the records and the CDs. I am becoming less and less attached to my "stuff"

Last week I sold a mess of handbags and decorative stuff on Ebay. Funny how people buy crap like that. *lol*
But it keeps me busy.

So now it's almost 8pm. I've got some spy ware scanning my computer for Trojans and viruses, so I'll probably need to run this for a while.

In the meantime I'm going to start on a new book.

Have a great weekend y'all!

SGMKJ!