"I buried all my pets around this plot, anticipating my burial here. So this ground is very special to me. While we are discussing ground and with your blessing, I would like to give a financial gift to make this property a park and put this house on the National Historic Register. Of course only with your approval, I do not wish to seem presumptuous. I will give a considerable sum of money to assure that this property we'll stay that way forever. I have plenty of money and wish to do something positive with it when my time here is over. Have I perplexed you young ones as you did me when you ask me to live with you? Please think it over" Dorothy says. 'We are speechless and Stacey and I will mull it over" as Stacey and I both shake our heads in agreement.
Dorothy is doing remarkably well as we finish our tour of the property. She is an amazing person, extremely intelligent, self made millionaire and her once broken hip is showing no signs of troubling her.
Stacey and I agree to sleep on Dorothy's idea a few days. We have never discussed burial before. So as not to rush we decide to wait one month to think about it. After one month we both come to the same conclusion. We love this property and like Dorothy would love to be buried here close to our beloved home. We finalize this with our Lawyers.
Dorothy brings another one of her pet pictures and just like Tiger they come to her. She only had to read about them before going to sleep and they would visit her during the night. It was not in dreams they actually were there "somehow." All of her cherished pets appear. She merely reads the stories she wrote about them. She drifts off to sleep lovingly thinking of them. It does not matter how or why she loves and accepts every moment of the precious time spent together. She wishes to tell Stacey but how can she convince her? These nightly visit baffle her, what would Stacey think.
Eric is to be out of town for a few days. I will use that time to to prepare and show her. Dorothy and Stacey talk about life after death, ghost and paranormal type goings on. Since it was Halloween time it was not out of the ordinary. Stacey was open to other unexplainable activities beyond normal comprehension. She could not explain but believes some individuals are able to bring paranormal phenomenon to them. Dorothy ask Stacey "do you believe in love as in human, animal even possessions like this house?" "Yes of course Stacey answers." Dorothy ask, "do you believe in me and that I am in control of my mental state," "absolutely was Stacey's answer." Stacey ask Dorothy is this house haunted?" "Full of love and that love has loving bedfellows! Dorothy explains, I have loved many pets in my time and have never experienced anything out of the ordinary until Eric found my trunk of loving memories. I place Tiger's picture on my night stand and go to sleep thinking about him." Stacey said, you told us it was a dream," "yes that was what I originally thought but it has happened numerous times since and I assure you I was not dreaming." "goodness gracious can you see him?" Stacey ask, "no but I hear him purring and feel him jumping on the bed and feel his fur. I have tried the same thing with my other pets and the same thing happened!" Dorothy states. "Wow! wow! totally absolutely amazing" Stacey blares out! "Do you believe me?" Dorothy asks. "Absolutely, do you think it would happen If I was with you?" Stacey asks. Dorothy fires back, "are you not afraid? not in this house and not with you, no, says Stacey. So it's set I will bunk with you and let's see, okay." "Sure but you are taking it much better than I expected" said Dorothy. That same night Stacey sleeps in Dorothy's bed full of curiosity but not afraid. Dorothy believes Tiger to be her best shot so his picture is on her nightstand. Stacey agrees to be perfectly quiet when Tiger makes an appearance.
Several hours later something jumps onto the bed and they hear a small locomotive headed up between them. Dorothy reaches down with her left hand and pets him. Stacey feels Tiger's presence and hears his purring. She sees Dorothy petting an invisible cat, yet it is real. Stacey cannot control herself, she reaches down and feels fur and further more feels Tiger purring full of love. Stacey is totally dumbfounded and not the least bit scared. They give Tiger some love then he curls up and all 3 go to sleep. Well two of them go back to sleep they are unsure what Tiger did. Morning comes and Stacey tells Dorothy "that was so amazing, The love in this house is alive.' Love from Dorothy, Stacey, Eric the animals this house and property is real! All playing the same note, the note "love."
As soon as Eric returns they gang up on him and tell their story. He is flabbergasted but could not deny because both of them experience the same thing. Confused but one for being open to unexplainable phenomenon, realities , dimensions whatever they are called. Eric ask "what if I sleep in a chair beside the bed do you think I could experience it also?"
So that night all 3 wait for a beautiful and unexplainable adventure. Tiger was again shows up, his purr in high, revving as if to tell Eric. He gently reaches over Stacey and pets the invisible, real sounding and warm to the touch cat. Eric did not doubt what the two of them were telling him. But no questions remains after experiencing it for himself.
At the breakfast table the warmth and love was off the "love-o-meter scale." Dorothy's pets became family (love ones) because they knew this is their home. Animals and humans as well would rather be here, than anyplace else or any other spiritual existences or what other realities exist. Is this their heaven? Love is the foundation, without love there is only existence. With love our spirituality transcends time and space. We are pure energy. Something no human is meant to understand. Are boundaries are limited to what our senses tells us, we are incapable of using but a small part of our mind thus limiting are understanding.
Dorothy knows that soon she will be one with her animals. Like them she wishes to remain with her most cherished and love place, her home. Eternity is where your heart is and her heart is this house.
It was simply a matter of time until Dorothy brings up the question to Eric and Stacey. "Do you think it is possible for me to return like my pets?" Eric ask Dorothy to please share your thinking on this subject." Dorothy explains, "my whole life has been conventional as far as religion. The normal heaven and hell scenario. However lately since my animals are visiting me I believe because of love that is shared both ways. Is it possible for my love and both of yours love to do the same." "WOW" at the same time, Stacey and I say. Stacey says, "seems like you have been doing much thinking on this." Dorothy responds," what if heaven is where you wish to spend your eternity. If I could choose, I simply wish to spend it here. This is where I feel love and give it back to my new love ones. I am willing to take that step. Do you think the sight of my rocking chair rocking will scare you?" Not unless you are eating pineapple upside down cake." Eric laughs. "You are dead serious about this aren't you Dorothy," ask Stacey, "YES," Dorothy replies.
"We could be entering breakthrough ground but only the 3 of us will know" adds Eric. "If you come back , that means we can too! This whole scenario stems from love, doesn't it?" questions Stacey, "Yes, yes, yes all 3 say." "Let's sleep on it" Dorothy laughs. Eric and Stacey also laugh, "nothing wrong with your noodle," Eric exclaims.
During lunch Stacey and Eric say "we have nothing to loose, do we?" All 3 agree, "No. "Dorothy iterates, "one thing I will put a stipulation in the paper work and of course both of you will have to sign. I will give enough money to see that the house and property will be maintained. Also after the last one dies, shatter proof dark glass and all entry ways are to be permantly sealed. That way our home will not be vandalized. I will pay 3 lawyers a retainer and their successors will represent us forever. "Eric adds let's do the paperwork and wait one month. One month later after discussing it from every conceiveable angle the paperwork is signed."
Dorothy's animals come to visit her everynight and one night her heart just gives out from old age. She's buried on her beloved property. Eric and Stacey continue her ritual with her animals. Ten years has passed, no Dorothy. They have given up hope. One icy day a semi-truck crossed into their lane and they were gone. After a few days their spirit eminates through the ground, they sense much warmth and love and there was Dorothy with all her animals. She waited for them, they go into this journey together and she wishes to enter into their house (heaven) together.
A HALLOWEEN STORYAND MY TRIBUTE TO WALT F. "He once told me his house was not a home after his wife died."
, G. E. G.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
CORNER LOT (3) "Unusual Happenings"
Recap, 1&2-Dorothy's childhood home filled with a lifetime of memories told every Sunday afternoon to Eric and Stacey Best. The new owners to whom Dorothy sold her beautiful home to for $ 1.00. They fell in live with the 100 year old house. It takes as much money to restore the house as what the home was valued at. That is why Dorothy sold it to them for that amount. Thus guaranteeing it's restoration. That was her goal above anything else. Worth every penny say Eric and Stacey.
Once the home was renovated. Dorothy was given a personal tour of her former home. She cried all the way through the tour. Eric and Stacey continue to visit Dorothy every Sunday at her assisted living facility. She tells them stories with so much passion about her old home, Stacey leaves upset. "It's not right" she explains to Eric. He ask "what do you wish to do?" "My wish is for her to come live with us" Stacey says. Dorothy is asked, she moves in with one stipulation. She is mentally sharp as ever, still running her many businesses, one ironically is the assisted living facility she is at. If at any time she becomes a burden she makes Eric and Stacey promise to bring her back to the home.
Eric and Stacey Best and Dorothy Elizabeth Vaughn are extremely happy in the 100 year old freshly restored home. Eric and Stacey make the observation that Dorothy seems to moving more fluidly. She tells them that she has an incentive now! Back living in her childhood home makes her feel renewed.
Eric has searched high and low for the trunk that is Dorothy's time capsule as she states it, with no success. Eric is in the basement cleaning up, that is where the majority of the work happened. He was sitting down taking a break looking around and he thinks to himself there was always a cellar years ago for storage of garden vegetables. It was cooler in the summer and below the frost line to keep from freezing in winter. He looks around and "Wa-La!" a piece of plywood lies against the wall. When he removes the plywood an old and very rickety door appears. Just as he suspected a cellar. After getting a flashlight he shines it into spider heaven. There it is! Dorothy's trunk. He pulls it out cleans it up and takes it upstairs. It contains her life of memories so she should be the one to rediscover her treasures.
Dorothy cries upon seeing the trunk and gives Eric a hug. "Thanh you" she says and opens it as if a 10 year old. We leave her alone with the time capsule of memories. She spends all afternoon, laughing, crying and reminiscing. She ask Stacey "please sit with me" and they they laugh together. It was simply amazing. The whole house is full of love.
Dorothy says all the excitement has taken a toll and she is going to bed. She takes a photo and a booklet, she seems to be carrying the 4 toed cane instead of it carrying her. Most unusual, I believe all the excitement and emotions have made her feel 20 years younger. I love it!
Dorothy reads the story that she wrote when she was a mere 12 years old about her first pet "Tiger. " He was a large orange male. He was just weaned when her father gave him to her. Tiger sleeps with her and they were always playing. Dorothy places his picture on her nightstand. She drifts off thinking about all the fun they had. She dreams about Tiger and can feel his fur as she strokes his back and hears him purring. Something wakes her up jumping into bed and walks to her side, the purring is familiar, she is not the least bit afraid. She rubs his back and falls back to sleep. As she wakes up she thinks what a dream! She has not dreamed so vividly since childhood.
Dorothy tells the dream at breakfast and Eric and Stacey smile. Later on they say the trunk has made a big impression on you thus sparking the realistic dream. Stacey and Dorothy look at pictures and Dorothy tells stories. All that reminiscing has wore her out, crying, laughing her heart is full of memories. The photograph or her and Tiger still lies on her nightstand. During the night she wakes once again to the sensation of something jumping on her bed and walking to her side. She reaches down and pets Tiger. His purr was ferocious and she would recognize it anywhere. She laughs I cannot be having the same dream. She reaches for her glasses, I would not be reaching for my glasses in a dream. Looking at the clock it is 1 A. M. I'm not dreaming so how can this be possible? My mind has to be playing tricks on me. It's so beautiful. I'll enjoy Tiger and keep it to myself. Eric and Stacey won't believe me. Me and Tiger together once more.
Dorothy, Eric and Stacey spend countless hours looking at memorabilia and listening to her discuss with so much enthusiasm all the details. They say to her later that her memory is amazing. Eric says "living here and reliving the trunk memories has improved her well being, have you noticed how much easier she is getting around." "Yes" replies Stacey.
Dorothy questions her health improvements. She doesn't understand and certainly is not going to knock it. She feels 20 years younger. One morning she decides I don't need that cane anymore and goes to breakfast without it. The look on Eric's face was priceless! "Wow look at our young girl" teases Eric.
"Glad to see you looking so chipper and feeling better without the cane" Stacey replies. "All thanks to you two, inviting an old cripple a place to live in you fine and I must emphasize a one of a kind home. It has much improved my outlook in more ways than I can ever repay" Dorothy says. Dorothy moves spryly over and gives us a kiss. "This has and will always be your home, you are the one that have instilled into us your lifetime of love, memories and help make your home our home" emphasizes Stacey. "Farther more we love you as if you are our mother." Dorothy cries, Stacey cries and big ol manly Eric wipes his eyes. "Well isn't this family togetherness" quips Eric.
Dorothy ask "since we're so full of love and while I feel so chipper how about you young-ins walk with me around your lovely property. I might not feel so chipper tomorrow." Eric and Stacey say "sure." We stroll under the gigantic old oaks to the rail-road where a young and curious Dorothy lay a penny on the tracks and thought that penny was about the funniest thing she had ever seen. She stops at one particular spot marked with a small boulder. This is where my father wanted to place a small family cemetery. It was approved by the county and I believe it to still be good. He for whatever reason he changed his mind. I wish to be buried here. Of course it is your property now and I harbor no ill will. Since I have no family and you two have no family what if the 3 of us make this our family plot.
Once the home was renovated. Dorothy was given a personal tour of her former home. She cried all the way through the tour. Eric and Stacey continue to visit Dorothy every Sunday at her assisted living facility. She tells them stories with so much passion about her old home, Stacey leaves upset. "It's not right" she explains to Eric. He ask "what do you wish to do?" "My wish is for her to come live with us" Stacey says. Dorothy is asked, she moves in with one stipulation. She is mentally sharp as ever, still running her many businesses, one ironically is the assisted living facility she is at. If at any time she becomes a burden she makes Eric and Stacey promise to bring her back to the home.
Eric and Stacey Best and Dorothy Elizabeth Vaughn are extremely happy in the 100 year old freshly restored home. Eric and Stacey make the observation that Dorothy seems to moving more fluidly. She tells them that she has an incentive now! Back living in her childhood home makes her feel renewed.
Eric has searched high and low for the trunk that is Dorothy's time capsule as she states it, with no success. Eric is in the basement cleaning up, that is where the majority of the work happened. He was sitting down taking a break looking around and he thinks to himself there was always a cellar years ago for storage of garden vegetables. It was cooler in the summer and below the frost line to keep from freezing in winter. He looks around and "Wa-La!" a piece of plywood lies against the wall. When he removes the plywood an old and very rickety door appears. Just as he suspected a cellar. After getting a flashlight he shines it into spider heaven. There it is! Dorothy's trunk. He pulls it out cleans it up and takes it upstairs. It contains her life of memories so she should be the one to rediscover her treasures.
Dorothy cries upon seeing the trunk and gives Eric a hug. "Thanh you" she says and opens it as if a 10 year old. We leave her alone with the time capsule of memories. She spends all afternoon, laughing, crying and reminiscing. She ask Stacey "please sit with me" and they they laugh together. It was simply amazing. The whole house is full of love.
Dorothy says all the excitement has taken a toll and she is going to bed. She takes a photo and a booklet, she seems to be carrying the 4 toed cane instead of it carrying her. Most unusual, I believe all the excitement and emotions have made her feel 20 years younger. I love it!
Dorothy reads the story that she wrote when she was a mere 12 years old about her first pet "Tiger. " He was a large orange male. He was just weaned when her father gave him to her. Tiger sleeps with her and they were always playing. Dorothy places his picture on her nightstand. She drifts off thinking about all the fun they had. She dreams about Tiger and can feel his fur as she strokes his back and hears him purring. Something wakes her up jumping into bed and walks to her side, the purring is familiar, she is not the least bit afraid. She rubs his back and falls back to sleep. As she wakes up she thinks what a dream! She has not dreamed so vividly since childhood.
Dorothy tells the dream at breakfast and Eric and Stacey smile. Later on they say the trunk has made a big impression on you thus sparking the realistic dream. Stacey and Dorothy look at pictures and Dorothy tells stories. All that reminiscing has wore her out, crying, laughing her heart is full of memories. The photograph or her and Tiger still lies on her nightstand. During the night she wakes once again to the sensation of something jumping on her bed and walking to her side. She reaches down and pets Tiger. His purr was ferocious and she would recognize it anywhere. She laughs I cannot be having the same dream. She reaches for her glasses, I would not be reaching for my glasses in a dream. Looking at the clock it is 1 A. M. I'm not dreaming so how can this be possible? My mind has to be playing tricks on me. It's so beautiful. I'll enjoy Tiger and keep it to myself. Eric and Stacey won't believe me. Me and Tiger together once more.
Dorothy, Eric and Stacey spend countless hours looking at memorabilia and listening to her discuss with so much enthusiasm all the details. They say to her later that her memory is amazing. Eric says "living here and reliving the trunk memories has improved her well being, have you noticed how much easier she is getting around." "Yes" replies Stacey.
Dorothy questions her health improvements. She doesn't understand and certainly is not going to knock it. She feels 20 years younger. One morning she decides I don't need that cane anymore and goes to breakfast without it. The look on Eric's face was priceless! "Wow look at our young girl" teases Eric.
"Glad to see you looking so chipper and feeling better without the cane" Stacey replies. "All thanks to you two, inviting an old cripple a place to live in you fine and I must emphasize a one of a kind home. It has much improved my outlook in more ways than I can ever repay" Dorothy says. Dorothy moves spryly over and gives us a kiss. "This has and will always be your home, you are the one that have instilled into us your lifetime of love, memories and help make your home our home" emphasizes Stacey. "Farther more we love you as if you are our mother." Dorothy cries, Stacey cries and big ol manly Eric wipes his eyes. "Well isn't this family togetherness" quips Eric.
Dorothy ask "since we're so full of love and while I feel so chipper how about you young-ins walk with me around your lovely property. I might not feel so chipper tomorrow." Eric and Stacey say "sure." We stroll under the gigantic old oaks to the rail-road where a young and curious Dorothy lay a penny on the tracks and thought that penny was about the funniest thing she had ever seen. She stops at one particular spot marked with a small boulder. This is where my father wanted to place a small family cemetery. It was approved by the county and I believe it to still be good. He for whatever reason he changed his mind. I wish to be buried here. Of course it is your property now and I harbor no ill will. Since I have no family and you two have no family what if the 3 of us make this our family plot.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
NIC-O-LAS (PART TWO)
He was originally purchased by a couple from a Pet Shop. They soon separate and give the little one to their next door neighbor. The next door neighbor has two young children, apparently he did not like these children. He would hide from them. It would seem to me they had to abuse him or he would not act like that. These children came to visit him after Nic-O-Las came to live with me and he found a place to hide from them. Whatever the problem he still remembers. I don't blame him, in just 4 months he goes from being snatched from his mother to a Pet Shop to a couple. The couple separate and he goes to the next door neighbor with 2 children that he did not like. He comes to my house which makes 5 homes in 16 weeks. Do you doubt the little one would have mental scars, especially from the 2 monsters. Nic-O-Las by no means has been the ideal pet. Can you blame him. Hell most of us probably have childhood baggage and I have not been the perfect husband. Dogs have feelings too! They have their own individual personalities, give love and accept love. He goes from an adorable puppy, possibly from a puppy mill (I recommend the original Benji movie that talks about this). He grows up to be rather large for a Yorkie.
He becomes my buddy who's love remained constant. He knew when I was sick and would try to make me feel better. He can make me laugh when he is so full of himself. He made me cry as he almost die. He has never been perfect just as I but we are 'Buddies."
I buy a toy that barks and I find the voice gizmo and one tiny battery the night he became sick. He carried that toy around proudly a few days before he was sick.
I do feel certain, had I not intervened as I pick his cold lifeless body off the ground, that he would of lay there and died. He was in a state of shock and given up. He simply did not know what to do. I share with him my body warmth and love by rubbing his chest and belly. I soothe him and instill a reason to fight. I am convinced of this beyond a shadow of a doubt. His heart once beating slowly returns to normal in a few hours. I witness his shallow breathing become deeper, taking in life once again. This I know as I hold him and comfort him for several hours. His cold limp body was slowly warming from within and outward as I hold him and he lies beside me in my bed. He was not alone, we fight together, choosing life. Once he drank although slowly he began coming back to me. A ray of light shines like a lighthouse on a foggy night. Once lost now found. Drinking pushing the toxins out. Hope springs eternal.
I return with chicken and rice. I spot his tail wag as I open the door renewing my hope. He eats 2 bites and lick my fingers clean. The tiny bites become 2 spoonfuls within 12 hours. His once cold body is now warm. He rolls over playfully and wants me to rub his belly. This has always been common with him. He has gone from showing little signs of life when I pick him up off the ground. He is at my feet as I write this story chronicling his last 50 hours of normalcy.
He is not perfect, just as I but we are pals come hell or high water or contaminated "Crap" from China. We are "kindred spirits" and I wish for him to die of old age on my lap.
You see only one week before his "belly ache from hell," I thought that I might have to make a trip to the emergency room. I receive a flu shot and a tetanus shot within 7 days and that triggered a bad reaction to my body.
He becomes my buddy who's love remained constant. He knew when I was sick and would try to make me feel better. He can make me laugh when he is so full of himself. He made me cry as he almost die. He has never been perfect just as I but we are 'Buddies."
I buy a toy that barks and I find the voice gizmo and one tiny battery the night he became sick. He carried that toy around proudly a few days before he was sick.
I do feel certain, had I not intervened as I pick his cold lifeless body off the ground, that he would of lay there and died. He was in a state of shock and given up. He simply did not know what to do. I share with him my body warmth and love by rubbing his chest and belly. I soothe him and instill a reason to fight. I am convinced of this beyond a shadow of a doubt. His heart once beating slowly returns to normal in a few hours. I witness his shallow breathing become deeper, taking in life once again. This I know as I hold him and comfort him for several hours. His cold limp body was slowly warming from within and outward as I hold him and he lies beside me in my bed. He was not alone, we fight together, choosing life. Once he drank although slowly he began coming back to me. A ray of light shines like a lighthouse on a foggy night. Once lost now found. Drinking pushing the toxins out. Hope springs eternal.
I return with chicken and rice. I spot his tail wag as I open the door renewing my hope. He eats 2 bites and lick my fingers clean. The tiny bites become 2 spoonfuls within 12 hours. His once cold body is now warm. He rolls over playfully and wants me to rub his belly. This has always been common with him. He has gone from showing little signs of life when I pick him up off the ground. He is at my feet as I write this story chronicling his last 50 hours of normalcy.
He is not perfect, just as I but we are pals come hell or high water or contaminated "Crap" from China. We are "kindred spirits" and I wish for him to die of old age on my lap.
You see only one week before his "belly ache from hell," I thought that I might have to make a trip to the emergency room. I receive a flu shot and a tetanus shot within 7 days and that triggered a bad reaction to my body.
Monday, October 25, 2010
NIC-O-LAS (PART ONE)
10/17/2010 (Midnight)---Nic-O-Las is not feeling well, he upchucks his dinner. My 10 year old Yorkshire, believe me when I say "terror" instead of Terrier. Probably a bellyache as he will eat anything. His head hangs low. Is he sorry for the mess he made or because he is feeling poorly? He cannot rest continually moving from place to place.
3AM---I get 3 hours sleep he is looking bad, his head is low and looking up at me pitifully. He occasionally lets out a whine from discomfort. I'm convinced it;s a bad bellyache because when he goes out he eats grass; natures cure. He cannot get comfortable and won't eat. He drinks slowly.
8AM---Bad upset stomach I think!
10/18(midnight)---It has now been 24 hours and no improvement. He cannot rest and cannot understand. I try to comfort him but he does not wish to be held.
3 AM---He is lying on my bed. I pet him and talk to him trying to comfort him. He rolls over on his back asking me to rub his belly. I rub it trying to make the discomfort go away, if only for a little while. He is listless and has been 24 hours since he slept.
5AM---He goes outside. He was out for maybe 15 minutes so I holler for him, Nic-O-Las and he does not respond. I go outside and see him laying face into the ground. The temperature is 55 degrees. I pick him up and he is unresponsive and terribly cold. I say to myself, is this it for him. I place him to my chest. I hold him tight with my right arm under his chest. He feels so cold and his heart beat is slow. Breathing is slow and shallow. If he dies I want him to go in my arms feeling my warmth. Smelling my scent and feeling my love. Not outside on the cold ground.
6AM---I think his suffering has caused him to go into shock. He is tired and giving up! I hold him tightly rocking him, rubbing his chest and belly. I tell myself this is it, won't be long now. With tears in my eyes I tell him fight Nic-O-Las.
Earlier in the day he followed me around holding his head to the floor. I talked to him but could not get him to wag his nub of a tail. I think definitely not feeling well, he'll snap out of it. Normally I can look at him or speak to him and he will wag his nub.
It does not look good. I can barely feel his side move as he breathes. Heart beat is dangerously slow. I lay him on my desk and cradle him snugly to my chest. I continue to rub his chest and belly and talk to him. I provide him with my body heat. I occasionally blow on his right ear. He flinches it, still a glimmer of hope.
7AM---I am giving him heat and love. If he dies he will die in my arms.
8AM---He is fighting, I have held him for 3 hours. He is now breathing deeper. His heart rate is quicker. Body does not feel like the death rigidity of earlier when I pick him up off the ground.
9AM---I place him beside me in bed. I hold him close for warmth. I sleep 2.5 hours he is lying beside me, feeling warmer. I pick him up and steady him next to the water. His head is hanging so low his nose touches the water. After 5 seconds he drinks. Definitely a good sign. I pick him up and place him on a blanket on my desk. He is nowhere near normal but appears over the hump. I bought lamb and rice for him yesterday. I 'll try it.
12 (midday)---I place a tiny bit on my fingertips and show it to him. He ignores it. I tell him try just a little bite. He licks it off my fingers and licks my fingers clean. I try a bit more and he licks that off. That is real good.
1PM---I lay back down he and I both need rest. I place him beside me. After sleeping 3 hours he is still beside me. I pet him and ask "how are you doing Nic-O -Las."
4PM---He is sleepy, never one for waking up quickly. I talk to him and take him to the water bowl. Shaky and sleepy he drinks, slowly but more this time. I carry him outside and sit him down, not interested. I believe he needs more incentive. I carry him over to a landscape brick. Leg pops up and he lets it fly. I tell him good boy another good sign. I carry him back inside and place him on the bed.
5PM---He eats a bit of the lamb and rice. He doesn't seem interested. I 'm going to Walgreens, on the drive over I decide to get chicken and rice for him.
6PM---When I open the door Nic-O-Las is off the bed to greet me head still hanging low. He looks up at me . I ask him "how you doing." I get a couple wags of the tail, a real good sign! He walks over to the water and drinks. I pick him up and try the chicken and rice. He eats with more passion, After another bite he licks my fingers clean, Yes!
7PM---I have been worrying about my little Buddy and now my stomach is growling. I have not eaten anything today. I am craving mashed potatoes. I place Nic-O-Las where he can see me. While I fix potatoes he watches every movement I make. Alert and curious a real good sign.
8PM---He intently watches me. My meal consist of mashed potatoes. The best damn mashed potatoes I ever made. I watch Jeopardy, he watches me. I start writing this story while still fresh.
9.30PM---Nic-O-Las is napping trying to catch up on his ZZZ's. He did not sleep for 36 hours. He has worn himself out, "he is dog tired."
He has been my Buddy for 10 years. We have been through the good, the bad and the ugly together. He was only 4 months old and psychalogically scared when he came to live with me. I could identify with him because I too carry scars of life.
END PART ONE
3AM---I get 3 hours sleep he is looking bad, his head is low and looking up at me pitifully. He occasionally lets out a whine from discomfort. I'm convinced it;s a bad bellyache because when he goes out he eats grass; natures cure. He cannot get comfortable and won't eat. He drinks slowly.
8AM---Bad upset stomach I think!
10/18(midnight)---It has now been 24 hours and no improvement. He cannot rest and cannot understand. I try to comfort him but he does not wish to be held.
3 AM---He is lying on my bed. I pet him and talk to him trying to comfort him. He rolls over on his back asking me to rub his belly. I rub it trying to make the discomfort go away, if only for a little while. He is listless and has been 24 hours since he slept.
5AM---He goes outside. He was out for maybe 15 minutes so I holler for him, Nic-O-Las and he does not respond. I go outside and see him laying face into the ground. The temperature is 55 degrees. I pick him up and he is unresponsive and terribly cold. I say to myself, is this it for him. I place him to my chest. I hold him tight with my right arm under his chest. He feels so cold and his heart beat is slow. Breathing is slow and shallow. If he dies I want him to go in my arms feeling my warmth. Smelling my scent and feeling my love. Not outside on the cold ground.
6AM---I think his suffering has caused him to go into shock. He is tired and giving up! I hold him tightly rocking him, rubbing his chest and belly. I tell myself this is it, won't be long now. With tears in my eyes I tell him fight Nic-O-Las.
Earlier in the day he followed me around holding his head to the floor. I talked to him but could not get him to wag his nub of a tail. I think definitely not feeling well, he'll snap out of it. Normally I can look at him or speak to him and he will wag his nub.
It does not look good. I can barely feel his side move as he breathes. Heart beat is dangerously slow. I lay him on my desk and cradle him snugly to my chest. I continue to rub his chest and belly and talk to him. I provide him with my body heat. I occasionally blow on his right ear. He flinches it, still a glimmer of hope.
7AM---I am giving him heat and love. If he dies he will die in my arms.
8AM---He is fighting, I have held him for 3 hours. He is now breathing deeper. His heart rate is quicker. Body does not feel like the death rigidity of earlier when I pick him up off the ground.
9AM---I place him beside me in bed. I hold him close for warmth. I sleep 2.5 hours he is lying beside me, feeling warmer. I pick him up and steady him next to the water. His head is hanging so low his nose touches the water. After 5 seconds he drinks. Definitely a good sign. I pick him up and place him on a blanket on my desk. He is nowhere near normal but appears over the hump. I bought lamb and rice for him yesterday. I 'll try it.
12 (midday)---I place a tiny bit on my fingertips and show it to him. He ignores it. I tell him try just a little bite. He licks it off my fingers and licks my fingers clean. I try a bit more and he licks that off. That is real good.
1PM---I lay back down he and I both need rest. I place him beside me. After sleeping 3 hours he is still beside me. I pet him and ask "how are you doing Nic-O -Las."
4PM---He is sleepy, never one for waking up quickly. I talk to him and take him to the water bowl. Shaky and sleepy he drinks, slowly but more this time. I carry him outside and sit him down, not interested. I believe he needs more incentive. I carry him over to a landscape brick. Leg pops up and he lets it fly. I tell him good boy another good sign. I carry him back inside and place him on the bed.
5PM---He eats a bit of the lamb and rice. He doesn't seem interested. I 'm going to Walgreens, on the drive over I decide to get chicken and rice for him.
6PM---When I open the door Nic-O-Las is off the bed to greet me head still hanging low. He looks up at me . I ask him "how you doing." I get a couple wags of the tail, a real good sign! He walks over to the water and drinks. I pick him up and try the chicken and rice. He eats with more passion, After another bite he licks my fingers clean, Yes!
7PM---I have been worrying about my little Buddy and now my stomach is growling. I have not eaten anything today. I am craving mashed potatoes. I place Nic-O-Las where he can see me. While I fix potatoes he watches every movement I make. Alert and curious a real good sign.
8PM---He intently watches me. My meal consist of mashed potatoes. The best damn mashed potatoes I ever made. I watch Jeopardy, he watches me. I start writing this story while still fresh.
9.30PM---Nic-O-Las is napping trying to catch up on his ZZZ's. He did not sleep for 36 hours. He has worn himself out, "he is dog tired."
He has been my Buddy for 10 years. We have been through the good, the bad and the ugly together. He was only 4 months old and psychalogically scared when he came to live with me. I could identify with him because I too carry scars of life.
END PART ONE
Sunday, October 24, 2010
ADDICTION
I'm an addict, now I've said it. I feel soo-much better. I'm free. The weight of the world is off my shoulders. I can live once again. The addiction once controlled me causing irreparable damage.
It has been one week, I have not slept, shaved, or bathed. My mind has quit functioning. No fuel for the boiler. I can't go on, my life is over. I'm having visions, I see newspapers all over my place. I smell orchids, onions! Headlines flash on my walls and on the refrigerator door. I'm now reading the labels on soup cans!
I cannot continue this way. I give in and go to the garage and find the newspapers that I have not read. (My inner voices say you nit wit!) The newspapers are still in pristine shape unopened and still smell of ink. I gently place them beside my favorite reading chair. I get my favorite drink and prepare myself for my newspapers.
I know it has been several days since I have showered and shaved have I or have I not poo-pooed? Apparently the addiction is worse than I thought! I believed the weight gain was from food as I have been snacking more. Not from you know! I now understand the philosophical point garbage in. garbage out.
Obituaries, I understand how cold that is but once I turned 50 that is the first place I go. Truthfully I never thought I would live to see that age. I did not feel any older than one day after hitting that brick wall. I am not dead, so I proceed to page 2 orchids and onions. A real down home taste of life in a small town. I'm sorry but I get a good laugh at this column. Example, thanks to the kind couple who helped me find my mommy when I walked away from her, Dennis the Menace. Do they think we who read the paper are nit-wits. 3 year olds can't write and call the local paper, gee-whiz! His mommy wanted someone to take the little monster, poor thing.
Onions to the nurse at the E. R. for being rude. Nurse Betty Lou had to put a tube down your throat and pump out one a day vitamins, sleeping pills, pain pills, prozac, M&M's and a fifth of Jack Daniels. Betty Lou saved your sorry ass, she lectures you about your moronic and foolish behavior (I would of let the vitamins and M&M's run their course.) This one I love. "Onions to the Politicians." That's really telling them. Oooh! Onions to the next door neighbor cat for spraying my roses, (I would ask Jack Hanna to bring a real Tiger and spray, you.) You see my point real down home. I now read the Letters to the Editor. Today is a slow day only one Political, I do not read it. My views on Politics is the same as what Will Rogers said many years ago.
It is such a bad day for opinions or possibly no one in this small town has thought the last few days since I did not read my newspaper. (Ha, Ha) There are samples from one sentence Dick A. Jones to mind boggling intelligent well thought out and well written. Heartbeats of all can be felt from these pages. Small town America giving their "views." You can feel the intensity, passion, hope, hate, bigotry, love, intelligence and simpleness of their words. From the laughs of Onions to the eye-popping and well thought out Intelligent ones.
This is my "addiction" and I do not wish to change it. I finish reading the rest of my cherished newspaper. I feel so much better now!
Thank you, Wayne Blaine
It has been one week, I have not slept, shaved, or bathed. My mind has quit functioning. No fuel for the boiler. I can't go on, my life is over. I'm having visions, I see newspapers all over my place. I smell orchids, onions! Headlines flash on my walls and on the refrigerator door. I'm now reading the labels on soup cans!
I cannot continue this way. I give in and go to the garage and find the newspapers that I have not read. (My inner voices say you nit wit!) The newspapers are still in pristine shape unopened and still smell of ink. I gently place them beside my favorite reading chair. I get my favorite drink and prepare myself for my newspapers.
I know it has been several days since I have showered and shaved have I or have I not poo-pooed? Apparently the addiction is worse than I thought! I believed the weight gain was from food as I have been snacking more. Not from you know! I now understand the philosophical point garbage in. garbage out.
Obituaries, I understand how cold that is but once I turned 50 that is the first place I go. Truthfully I never thought I would live to see that age. I did not feel any older than one day after hitting that brick wall. I am not dead, so I proceed to page 2 orchids and onions. A real down home taste of life in a small town. I'm sorry but I get a good laugh at this column. Example, thanks to the kind couple who helped me find my mommy when I walked away from her, Dennis the Menace. Do they think we who read the paper are nit-wits. 3 year olds can't write and call the local paper, gee-whiz! His mommy wanted someone to take the little monster, poor thing.
Onions to the nurse at the E. R. for being rude. Nurse Betty Lou had to put a tube down your throat and pump out one a day vitamins, sleeping pills, pain pills, prozac, M&M's and a fifth of Jack Daniels. Betty Lou saved your sorry ass, she lectures you about your moronic and foolish behavior (I would of let the vitamins and M&M's run their course.) This one I love. "Onions to the Politicians." That's really telling them. Oooh! Onions to the next door neighbor cat for spraying my roses, (I would ask Jack Hanna to bring a real Tiger and spray, you.) You see my point real down home. I now read the Letters to the Editor. Today is a slow day only one Political, I do not read it. My views on Politics is the same as what Will Rogers said many years ago.
It is such a bad day for opinions or possibly no one in this small town has thought the last few days since I did not read my newspaper. (Ha, Ha) There are samples from one sentence Dick A. Jones to mind boggling intelligent well thought out and well written. Heartbeats of all can be felt from these pages. Small town America giving their "views." You can feel the intensity, passion, hope, hate, bigotry, love, intelligence and simpleness of their words. From the laughs of Onions to the eye-popping and well thought out Intelligent ones.
This is my "addiction" and I do not wish to change it. I finish reading the rest of my cherished newspaper. I feel so much better now!
Thank you, Wayne Blaine
Monday, October 18, 2010
BILL LEE & LILLY CLAIRE
Bill Lee's life is changing. After the loss of his childhood pet/friend "GOAT." Bill Lee is maturing as surely as the corn he plants. Adult feelings are springing up and confusing him mentally and physically. He begins viewing one young girl from a different perspective. This girl is Lilly Claire. Daughter of the local Veterinarian Thomas Alvin Meriwether. Billy Lee and Lilly Claire have known one another their whole life. During their sophomore year of High school changes were happening within Bill Lee and inside/outside of Lilly Claire. She appears amazingly beautiful to Bill Lee, not the skinny kid in overalls and pig-tails any longer.
Lilly Claire Meriwether loves animals. She would spend all her time at her fathers Clinic/kennel if he would allow it. She wishes to become a Veterinarian just like her father. Lilly Claire and Bill Lee play together and are friends since Grade School. On many occasions she visited the Hill Farm undoubtedly the premier Hog Farm in the state that is what her father said, "the Hill's do everything proper." Lilly Claire was awe-struck just like her father at Bill Lee's uncanny abilities around animals. They discuss Bill Lee countless times. Her father explains it this way, "Bill Lee was born with a special gift, reasons not to be understood but cherished. He becomes as one with the animal, an extension of each somehow."
Lilly Claire works with animals, it takes much patience and persistence to gain their trust, whereas Bill Lee looks them in the eye and they merge somehow? Lilly Claire blossoms into a beautiful flower. Long silky dark hair with big brown eyes, drawing stares from all the boys. One in particular, Bill Lee Hill.
Bill Lee definitely knows his way around a farm and his accomplishments showing pigs and his escapades with Goat are legend around these parts.
Bill Lee and Lilly Claire sit side by side in Biology Class. The smell of her hair, her beautiful eyes and her perfume was made him feel a might goofy, he tells his Dad. Benny advises him you are growing up son. He knows that as he is over 6 feet tall and still growing. When he sees other boys laughing and talking to Lilly Claire he does not like it one bit! The feelings within sure perplex him, he has never been so confused in his life. He talks to the sows about it. He ask Mom and Dad,"could he sit beside Lilly Claire at Church on Sunday." "Certainly but don't you think you should ask her first?"Mom tells him. Bill Lee calls her and she says "yes." Whew that were a load off his mind. After Church Bill Lee ask her would she like to see a movie. She says yes, "but you must properly ask my Mom and Dad." Bill Lee replies, "no I don't want them to go, just me and you." Lilly Claire laughs, "you big silly pig farmer, not them to go with us, just ask them if we can go together." Bill Lee laughs, sorry I'm a might new at this."
Bill Lee asks Tom and Susan Meriwether in such a sincere and polite manner, no way would they refuse. Tom tells the story like this. Bill Lee and Lilly Claire side by side looking at Susan and him with puppy dog eyes. Bill Lee asks politely, "can Lilly Claire go to the movies with me, please?"
That is the beginning of Bill Lee and Lilly Claire. Everyone agrees they are the cutest couple and made for one another because of their passion for all animals.
Benny Hill receives a urgent call from Vet Meriwether. Tom ask Benny to please bring Bill Lee to the Campbell Horse Farm immediately. Apparently a prized Stud Horse has gotten himself into one hell of a jam. Wrapped himself somehow in high tensile strength wire from the fencing and fighting to free himself he was close to cutting his neck vein. Attempts to help only spooked the animal more.
The Vet wants Bill Lee to use his natural gift to calm the poor thing down and administer a sedative that will literally put the horse to sleep on his feet. Bill Lee never bats an eye, removes his I love hogs hat and nonchalantly talks to and approaches the heavily puffing and terrified Stallion. Bill Lee looks the animal squarely in the eyes. The valuable Stud returns Bill Lee's deep and penetrating eyes. There was 10 people witnessing this amazing sight. Bill Lee slowly with his arms extended out in front of him to show the animal he means no harm walks right up to the horse's flared out nostrils, not touching but allowing the horse to smell him. He runs his left hand on top of the animal's head and comforts him while soothing and stroking his neck with his right hand. The horse immediately starts to calm down and breaths deeper. Bill Lee lays his head against the horse's head and places his left hand around the massive neck, talking to him rubbing him with his right hand. The horse never flinches as Bill Lee injects the sedative.
Benny Hill watches every move his son makes. Bill Lee and the animal become one, putting his life in an unknown hand. "Trust and love overrode fear." Horse people watch as Bill Lee soothes the terrified horse. Bill Lee was just a hog farmer. They all work together to cut the animal from his bonds. Everyone shakes Bill Lee's hand and pats him on the back except for one. She runs up and jumps into his arms and gives him a thank you kiss, as everyone looks on. She didn't care this was her man, she was laying claim. It just so happens a photographer takes a shot of a sleepy horse and Bill Lee and Lilly Claire kissing . Headlines for The Farm Country Gazette.
Lilly Claire Meriwether loves animals. She would spend all her time at her fathers Clinic/kennel if he would allow it. She wishes to become a Veterinarian just like her father. Lilly Claire and Bill Lee play together and are friends since Grade School. On many occasions she visited the Hill Farm undoubtedly the premier Hog Farm in the state that is what her father said, "the Hill's do everything proper." Lilly Claire was awe-struck just like her father at Bill Lee's uncanny abilities around animals. They discuss Bill Lee countless times. Her father explains it this way, "Bill Lee was born with a special gift, reasons not to be understood but cherished. He becomes as one with the animal, an extension of each somehow."
Lilly Claire works with animals, it takes much patience and persistence to gain their trust, whereas Bill Lee looks them in the eye and they merge somehow? Lilly Claire blossoms into a beautiful flower. Long silky dark hair with big brown eyes, drawing stares from all the boys. One in particular, Bill Lee Hill.
Bill Lee definitely knows his way around a farm and his accomplishments showing pigs and his escapades with Goat are legend around these parts.
Bill Lee and Lilly Claire sit side by side in Biology Class. The smell of her hair, her beautiful eyes and her perfume was made him feel a might goofy, he tells his Dad. Benny advises him you are growing up son. He knows that as he is over 6 feet tall and still growing. When he sees other boys laughing and talking to Lilly Claire he does not like it one bit! The feelings within sure perplex him, he has never been so confused in his life. He talks to the sows about it. He ask Mom and Dad,"could he sit beside Lilly Claire at Church on Sunday." "Certainly but don't you think you should ask her first?"Mom tells him. Bill Lee calls her and she says "yes." Whew that were a load off his mind. After Church Bill Lee ask her would she like to see a movie. She says yes, "but you must properly ask my Mom and Dad." Bill Lee replies, "no I don't want them to go, just me and you." Lilly Claire laughs, "you big silly pig farmer, not them to go with us, just ask them if we can go together." Bill Lee laughs, sorry I'm a might new at this."
Bill Lee asks Tom and Susan Meriwether in such a sincere and polite manner, no way would they refuse. Tom tells the story like this. Bill Lee and Lilly Claire side by side looking at Susan and him with puppy dog eyes. Bill Lee asks politely, "can Lilly Claire go to the movies with me, please?"
That is the beginning of Bill Lee and Lilly Claire. Everyone agrees they are the cutest couple and made for one another because of their passion for all animals.
Benny Hill receives a urgent call from Vet Meriwether. Tom ask Benny to please bring Bill Lee to the Campbell Horse Farm immediately. Apparently a prized Stud Horse has gotten himself into one hell of a jam. Wrapped himself somehow in high tensile strength wire from the fencing and fighting to free himself he was close to cutting his neck vein. Attempts to help only spooked the animal more.
The Vet wants Bill Lee to use his natural gift to calm the poor thing down and administer a sedative that will literally put the horse to sleep on his feet. Bill Lee never bats an eye, removes his I love hogs hat and nonchalantly talks to and approaches the heavily puffing and terrified Stallion. Bill Lee looks the animal squarely in the eyes. The valuable Stud returns Bill Lee's deep and penetrating eyes. There was 10 people witnessing this amazing sight. Bill Lee slowly with his arms extended out in front of him to show the animal he means no harm walks right up to the horse's flared out nostrils, not touching but allowing the horse to smell him. He runs his left hand on top of the animal's head and comforts him while soothing and stroking his neck with his right hand. The horse immediately starts to calm down and breaths deeper. Bill Lee lays his head against the horse's head and places his left hand around the massive neck, talking to him rubbing him with his right hand. The horse never flinches as Bill Lee injects the sedative.
Benny Hill watches every move his son makes. Bill Lee and the animal become one, putting his life in an unknown hand. "Trust and love overrode fear." Horse people watch as Bill Lee soothes the terrified horse. Bill Lee was just a hog farmer. They all work together to cut the animal from his bonds. Everyone shakes Bill Lee's hand and pats him on the back except for one. She runs up and jumps into his arms and gives him a thank you kiss, as everyone looks on. She didn't care this was her man, she was laying claim. It just so happens a photographer takes a shot of a sleepy horse and Bill Lee and Lilly Claire kissing . Headlines for The Farm Country Gazette.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
DOROTHY COMES HOME, (CORNER LOT 2)
(Recap part one.) Dorothy's childhood home filled with a lifetime of memories are being told every Sunday afternoon and chronicled by Eric and Stacey Best. The new owners who Dorothy sold her house to for $1.00. Because they to love the 100 year old home. They complete all the necessary repairs to make the once proud home livable again.
PART TWO
Several months have gone by since Dorothy cried touring her old home. Eric and Stacey visit her regularly at the assisted living facility where she has lived since hurting her hip many years before. Still overseeing her financial interest and still as sharp as a tack. Her mind still plays like a fine violin. Her body withers but not her mind.
It troubles Stacey to hear Dorothy speak with so much passion about a material possession. Like her former home. Stacey starts feeling somber after their visits with Dorothy. It's just not right! Dorothy has lived her whole life in that house. She must discuss her feelings with Eric.
After a lengthy discussion Eric ask "what do you wish to do?" "I want to let her move back in and live with us." Stacey replies. "Sounds like a splendid idea, seems only fitting that she should spend her remaining years in her childhood home" Eric said. It was that simple Dorothy with her beautiful stories has made her home, their home with her lifetime of memories. They are in complete agreement, but what will Dorothy think? She has plenty of money for around the clock care should it ever become needed. She gets around slowly but laughs about it. They discuss how to bring it up. "simply truthful and straight forward" Eric suggests. She has given us more than we could ever repay and she as a lifetime savvy businesswoman would see through anything less than honest and heartfelt. This is our home because she has passed on her love of it, to us. We were looking to purchase a special one of a kind and did we ever! Our minds are in agreement and set in stone. Sunday we will explain to Dorothy how and why we reached this conclusion.
Sunday we listen as usual never tiring of hearing Dorothy reminisce. We bring her a piece of pineapple upside down cake, her favorite. "You two young ones are spoiling me, If I wasn't so old I would ask you to adopt me" Dorothy laughs. That's our cue, so Stacey asks "Dorothy we would like for you to come and live with us as our special guest." "Good lord almighty have you two young ones lost your minds" Dorothy responds. You two don't beat around the bush do you! Have you thought how I might handicap you with my presence." " We have not nor would we ever think of you in that manner" says Stacey. "Your asking me to even consider that has made me happy." Eric adds "Young lady you might outlive us, we are in our fifties, your mind is as sharp as as young as ever. You have given us the diary of your home and instilled into us your love of your home. Stacey and I would consider it a great honor to live with us besides how much food can you eat. Pineapple upside down cake every Sunday, a Birthday cake, a present on Christmas morning and if you are real good we might tuck you into bed each night and read you a bedtime story." Dorothy is laughing and crying at the same time. "You two get out of here you have perplexed me enough for today. I have much weighing of thought and emotions to weed through. I might not be able to sleep tonight. Such a showing of love warms me deeply. No matter my decision I will carry you two in my heart until my last dying breath."
Eric is unsure of what Dorothy will decide, not Stacey she tells Eric "Of you have your choice of living your remaining time in an antiseptic smelling old folks home or moving back into your newly modernized home where you have lived 95% of your life in, what would be your decision. Seems a no brainer to me and Dorothy brain cells are all still functioning."
Next Sunday Dorothy acts the same as usual and starts reminiscing with no mention of their offer. After playing with them she slides her answer in by saying "yes to your kind offer; however if at anytime my mind should stray from where it is now, I wish to come back here. Is that understood! Now give your new old girl a family hug. Within a month Dorothy is sleeping in her old bed in the room she grew up in and in her old home. Eric and Stacey give her a gift. A stair lift to take her up and down the stairs with seat belts.
THE REST OF THE STORY WILL SHOW YOU A SURPRISE OR TWO. STAY TUNE FOR MORE CORNER LOT. Thank you. G. E. G. I feel like a new Bill Lee Hill story coming soon to GlenView.
PART TWO
Several months have gone by since Dorothy cried touring her old home. Eric and Stacey visit her regularly at the assisted living facility where she has lived since hurting her hip many years before. Still overseeing her financial interest and still as sharp as a tack. Her mind still plays like a fine violin. Her body withers but not her mind.
It troubles Stacey to hear Dorothy speak with so much passion about a material possession. Like her former home. Stacey starts feeling somber after their visits with Dorothy. It's just not right! Dorothy has lived her whole life in that house. She must discuss her feelings with Eric.
After a lengthy discussion Eric ask "what do you wish to do?" "I want to let her move back in and live with us." Stacey replies. "Sounds like a splendid idea, seems only fitting that she should spend her remaining years in her childhood home" Eric said. It was that simple Dorothy with her beautiful stories has made her home, their home with her lifetime of memories. They are in complete agreement, but what will Dorothy think? She has plenty of money for around the clock care should it ever become needed. She gets around slowly but laughs about it. They discuss how to bring it up. "simply truthful and straight forward" Eric suggests. She has given us more than we could ever repay and she as a lifetime savvy businesswoman would see through anything less than honest and heartfelt. This is our home because she has passed on her love of it, to us. We were looking to purchase a special one of a kind and did we ever! Our minds are in agreement and set in stone. Sunday we will explain to Dorothy how and why we reached this conclusion.
Sunday we listen as usual never tiring of hearing Dorothy reminisce. We bring her a piece of pineapple upside down cake, her favorite. "You two young ones are spoiling me, If I wasn't so old I would ask you to adopt me" Dorothy laughs. That's our cue, so Stacey asks "Dorothy we would like for you to come and live with us as our special guest." "Good lord almighty have you two young ones lost your minds" Dorothy responds. You two don't beat around the bush do you! Have you thought how I might handicap you with my presence." " We have not nor would we ever think of you in that manner" says Stacey. "Your asking me to even consider that has made me happy." Eric adds "Young lady you might outlive us, we are in our fifties, your mind is as sharp as as young as ever. You have given us the diary of your home and instilled into us your love of your home. Stacey and I would consider it a great honor to live with us besides how much food can you eat. Pineapple upside down cake every Sunday, a Birthday cake, a present on Christmas morning and if you are real good we might tuck you into bed each night and read you a bedtime story." Dorothy is laughing and crying at the same time. "You two get out of here you have perplexed me enough for today. I have much weighing of thought and emotions to weed through. I might not be able to sleep tonight. Such a showing of love warms me deeply. No matter my decision I will carry you two in my heart until my last dying breath."
Eric is unsure of what Dorothy will decide, not Stacey she tells Eric "Of you have your choice of living your remaining time in an antiseptic smelling old folks home or moving back into your newly modernized home where you have lived 95% of your life in, what would be your decision. Seems a no brainer to me and Dorothy brain cells are all still functioning."
Next Sunday Dorothy acts the same as usual and starts reminiscing with no mention of their offer. After playing with them she slides her answer in by saying "yes to your kind offer; however if at anytime my mind should stray from where it is now, I wish to come back here. Is that understood! Now give your new old girl a family hug. Within a month Dorothy is sleeping in her old bed in the room she grew up in and in her old home. Eric and Stacey give her a gift. A stair lift to take her up and down the stairs with seat belts.
THE REST OF THE STORY WILL SHOW YOU A SURPRISE OR TWO. STAY TUNE FOR MORE CORNER LOT. Thank you. G. E. G. I feel like a new Bill Lee Hill story coming soon to GlenView.
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