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10 March, 2018
Welcome to Saturday: 9. What we've committed to our readers is that we will post 9 questions every Saturday. Sometimes the post will have a theme, and at other times the questions will be totally unrelated. Those weeks we do "random questions," so-to-speak. We encourage you to visit other participants posts and leave a comment. Because we don't have any rules, it is your choice. We hate rules. We love memes, however, and here is today's meme!
On and On (1977)
I don't believe so. It's been
a very long time!
That happens whenever I go to visit
my mother. I try to stay happy and upbeat, but watching her continual
slide into Alzheimers is very sad. I often have a little cry after I
get back in the car.
It's actually the other way around.
I so wanted to take ballet when they offered it in my grammar school, but I
was a fat kid and my mother told me she was sure they would ot let me dance
because I was fat. It was the first time anybody called me fat.
~70 years later I still remember how much that hurt!
When I was working as a typist for
a typing company, the boss one day tossed a tape and a medical dictionary at
me and told me to type what was on the tape (dictation from an orthopedist).
It took awhile, but I eventually got very good at it...and then other
medical disciplines. I went on to work many years as a medical
transcriptionist. As a kid I loved medical stuff and this was ideal
for someone without the ability to become a doctor or nurse, but still be
involved in the medical profession.
I worked for many years for La
Leche League helping mothers breastfeed their babies and talking with
doctors and nurses in hospitals (in those days they laughed at us; how
different it is today!). It was a job I loved, until my youngest
stopped nursing and then I lost interest. But I have many happy
memories of mothers I managed to get over rough spots. The worst was
the woman who called me at 2 a.m. to ask me if her baby was crying because
she'd eaten rutabagas for dinner. She was an older mother, alone and scared.
I told her maybe. Then there was the couple who called the advice phone and
got on their two extensions and had a fight while I was listening--he was
jealous for how much time the baby spent at "his" breasts. Better was
the mother who adopted a beautiful newborn and actually was able to nurse
her, after a lot of preparation.
Snakes. I'm not afraid of any
mammal, but am a bit wary around animals like horses (whom I love) and zoo
animals. I love elephants, but imagine I'd be uncomfortable if I met
one face to face.
I'm too old to wait in line, so
probably the longest line was shopping on Christmas Eve, when it seemed
everybody in town was also shopping. (I won't make that mistake
again)
I am fortunate that my cousin did
extensive research on our grandmother's family and can trace it back
to Robert the Bruce in 14th century Scotland. I don't know much about
our grandfather's family or about my father's side of my family, but I have
recently "met" (via internet) a distant cousin who is also starting to
research that part of the family. So far I have not spent any money.
If the DNA kits were cheaper, I'd get one because I'm curious, but I'm not
going to spend that much money
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