Did you know that there is a rise in the incidence of kidney stones at this time of year?
Elegante Mother was at the doctor’s office for a follow-up visit. She’s fine, by the way. Thanks for all your kind notes. Since her doctor, and my doctor and Dear Husband’s doctor are all the same guy, I mentioned to him that DH had passed a kidney stone. He said he wasn’t surprised. For some reason, they see two or three people a day for kidney stones during late spring and early summer.
I feel the need to surf coming on. I wonder what it is about this time of year that causes an increased incidence of kidney stones?
Does anyone have any suggestions on how to refine a search like that?

HI, all! I have just the quickest of notes to share with you before I fling myself into bed, to sleep fast.
First, Happy Anniversary, Nan and Hubby! My youngest sis is out celebrating her 20th anniversary tonight. I hope there are many more lovely celebrations to come.
Second, for those of you who have been so kind to write and ask, as of this writing, Elegante Mother seems to be doing well. We have the first appointment of the morning with her doc, for a follow-up to last week’s hospital visit. Doc is likely to adjust her medications. She has been off all but three of them, so that he can get a better idea of just what she needs.
Following the office visit, Elegante Mother is supposed to have her hair and nails done. I’d like to take her to JoAnne Fabrics, for a little shopping, but that might just be pushing things a bit much. I’ll have to let her make the call.
We had rain! YEA!!!!!!!!!! Once Mother Nature soaked the ground for me, I weeded the day lily bed along the south side of the house, so that the day lilies would have the sun they need to bloom. I don’t know what those darned weeds are, but they propagate by stolon underground, and grow to four feet tall, and bloom with a little yellow dandelion-like flower. They are the bane of my existence!
We’re supposed to have a chance for more thunderstorms later Thursday, and Friday, tapering off Saturday morning. I’m all for it! We’re desperate for precipitation here. It’s not even summer (well not for another twenty minutes), and I’m already getting tired of watering! I water the old-fashioned way, with a hand held hose and watering wand, or a watering “can.”
I’ve been chained to the office desk for a couple of days this week, and I’ve even FILED! I can see half of my desk top! And I’ve even worked my way far enough down my To-Do list that I’m going to run smack into some of the projects that have been waiting for my attention forever! Not too shabby if I say so myself.
Those of you who crochet, go visit Janet at “Life in Westcliff,” and see about donating a crocheted granny square.
And with that, I gotta hit the hay. Five o’clock is going to come MUCH too early tomorrow.
I hope you’re all doing well!

I thought I was being SO CLEVER. I was going to get Elegante Mother on her feet little by little, and get her back to her usual schedule. NOT!
I posted about those plans early on Wednesday morning before we went off to exercise. EM walked into the area of the building where our class is held, but rather than exercise (she really isn’t ready to resume exercise yet), she sat and chatted with a friend. Our teacher was making a short trip, so I stopped to talk to her for a moment after class.
A member of the class is moving to California, to live near her daughter, so we were going on to a farewell breakfast following class. EM retraced her steps to the car, saying that it was tough going, but she made it. She walked into the restaurant a few moments later.
We had a pleasant breakfast with friends. It’s as much a social hour as a mealtime when we go out. We limit the breakfast trip to once a month. Usually we meet to celebrate the birthdays of that month, so we combined that celebration with our friend’s farewell.
About 10:45 I went to pay the bill, and EM rose, and said she felt dizzy. The ladies stood with her while I brought the car around, and she was able to make it to the car, and hoist herself in, with just a little help.
I had to drop off books at the library, and send some certified mail at the Post Office, and then we headed for home. It’s very hard to quantify Mother’s comments about being wobbly or about shoulders that hurt, or other ailments, so I let myself be guided by frequency and tone of voice. I was still thinking that things were going to be all right when we got home.
I pulled into the garage, hopped out of the car and unlocked the back door. I realized that Elegante Mother was speaking to me, and things sounded bad. She said something about it getting dark in the garage…and I FLEW back to her.
She was standing there with her dark glasses off, looking very frail and wobbly, and more than a bit uncertain. I put my arms around her and tried to position her so that she could sit back in the car, but the door was locked. No keys, no phone in hand; I was totally unprepared. EM leaned against me, and said she couldn’t stand any longer. She oozed down my front. I helped her to a seated position, and then to lay back. My mother was laying on the garage floor!!!
I called for paramedics. The guys were GREAT! Three firemen walked up our long drive first, and then the ambulance came up the drive. EM was already recovering. They whisked her off to the hospital, and I followed after making a few phone calls.
EM was in the emergency room for some time before she saw the doc, but nurses bustled in and out, and she had several tests taken. I think she arrived about 11:30 or so, and they weren’t able to find a bed for her until after 5:00. By then EM was getting just a little impatient, and she would much rather have gone home!
The docs decided that the new medications that were prescribed last week finally amassed a sufficient amount in her system to drop her blood pressure like a bucket filled with lead! The doc decided that EM would have to stick around overnight for observation. By this morning the effect of her drugs had totally worn off, and she was in good spirits. They took her off almost all the drugs, and we’ll add them back a little at a time.
We have another visit scheduled with her doctor. It’s become a once a week thing lately! I’ve got to get EM healthy simply because I HATE hanging at the hospital or sitting in the doctor’s waiting room.
EM’s upper respiratory “stuff” is improving. She rarely coughs now. YEA!!! Maybe health is just around the corner! Don’t hesitate to kid me the next time I make sounds like things are under control!

We were coming up the driveway yesterday, and as we neared the house, we reached an area that was shady. I looked over and a young adult deer was standing in the shade, watching us. I stopped. I was astonished to see this young deer out and about at mid-day. She must have been really hungry to be foraging when she could be seen.
Elegante Mother and I sat and watched the deer, and the deer watched us for a few moments before I put the car in gear again. The doe bounded away, and we wondered if there might have been others traveling with her.
She was a beauty. I don’t often have the chance to see our larger wildlife visitors these days, and I miss seeing families of them use our land to get from grove to grove. As this area has been built up, the government has arranged to have the herds culled because there’s no longer the habitat to support them. I suppose that was the humane choice, but I miss these lovely visitors.

Part of my campaign to help Elegante Mother get back to her usual schedule is to pry her out of her chair and get her moving again. I’ve been concerned about this upper respiratory “gunk” shifting over to pneumonia, which we want to avoid at all costs. One of the best ways to prevent that is to get her up and about.
To that end, when I came home from exercise on Monday, I announced that we would be going to a farewell breakfast this morning after exercise. That set her into a tail spin, because she missed her standing hair appointment last Thursday, and she doesn’t care to be seen not looking her best.
So, we made an appointment to have her hair done yesterday. Sneaky, huh? First step in the battle. We’re just about ready to go off to spend a few hours with our exercise buddies, and the contact with friends will help.
Tomorrow, another hair appointment. I felt that two in one week was not overdoing, and this will put her back on schedule. Besides, on Friday, we go back to see the doc, and she’ll want to look her best! *G*
Gad, kids can be SO devious! I hope this helps her get well soon!

I started out to give you the blow-by-blow description of this past week, but I think I’ll spare you. Elegante Mother is recuperating. I need to ride herd on her medications to be sure that she gets them on time, and in the proper amount, but as to the rest, we just need to wait it out. The doc says she will cough for about two more weeks, but that the cough is productive, and that’s good!
Dear Husband must have finally passed a kidney stone. He seems to be feeling better. I’ve passed on to him all your good wishes. I think he’s embarrassed that I’ve told the world he wasn’t at his top form. It gives you a measure of the man that he continued to work while he was waiting for the stone to pass. What a Stoic!
I ran errands this morning. I planned my travels to minimize the miles. Hair cut, dry cleaning, returning clothing that didn’t fit, dropping off goodies for Vacation Bible School, the bank, the post office, the grocery store and the pharmacy. I put things away when I got home, filled the bird feeders, and then dragged a hose around to water three of the gardens.
Either bunnies, or deer stripped an orangy-red lily of all it’s leaves, and tested the leaves of the newly planted rudbeckia. I need to water what’s left of them tomorrow, and put hardware cloth rings around them to save what’s left. Darned livestock!
Ed, the mighty hunter, brought another bunny to the sidewalk this afternoon. This is his third junior bunny in a week or so, plus one chipmunk. I do not care for the mutilated body parts lying around on my doorstep! EYUCK!
I hope to have a quiet day tomorrow. I have the watering to do, but otherwise, I’d like to be inside, quilting. I’ll squeeze in weeding and the last of the planting this week. Dear Husband suggested hamburgers for dinner, so that should be an easy fix.
The iris and peonies have finished blooming. Lilies are opening. I still have to move the dutch iris.
And so it goes……
I hope you’re all having a good weekend!

Elegante Mother is under the weather. She has that dreadful cough, and sinus stuff that laid me flat in April. She’s been sick since last Thursday, with the symptoms increasing each day.
We went to the doc yesterday and he’s put her on a major antibiotic and a puffer. We need to go back on Friday morning for a recheck. She asked him to tell me to STOP NAGGING about eating. He weighed her, noted about a ten pound loss, and just smiled at her. He didn’t encourage me to nag, but he does want her to eat.
Because of the cough and the difficulty breathing, she’s been excused from exercise for the week, but he wants her to get up and move around regularly.
On top of all of this, Dear Husband seems to be dealing with kidney stones again. Poor man.
That makes two. I wonder when the third shoe is going to drop???

It’s rather aggravating when you can’t get into your own comments to make a comment!
I need to talk to the owner of RedEagleSpirit and find out what I’m doing wrong.
I want to direct your attention to a comment made in “To Test or Not to Test,” by my sister.
She works at an Alternative School in Indiana, where kids with all sorts of problems are given a last chance to have a public school education. Of course, one of the problems that the kids are trying to deal with is drugs.
If you read what she has to say, it makes sense for private schools and alternative schools to test their students for drugs, especially if the school is prepared to back up the testing with adequate support and counseling.
Her argument would even be enough to justify testing in public schools, and that may happen one day. Of course, you can imagine the firestorm of litigation when it’s first proposed. I bet in our lifetime we’ll see it happen.
Thank you, sis, for the clear thinking on the subject. I should have realized that YOU would be the expert I should have turned to.

We’re supposed to be in line for thunderstorms this evening.
Elegante Mother is not a happy camper about heavy weather. Luckily, her rooms are on the east side of the house, and most of our weather comes in from the west. And, if we are lucky, she will be in bed, asleep, early enough to miss most of the storms.
The light has changed. We’ve gone from a sunny afternoon, to overcast. The grove behind me is still, but you can see leaves here and there starting to sway. It’s time to check out the radar and batten down the hatches.
I’ve moved most of the container garden in under the overhang of the entryway. I moved the last of the plants to be planted into the garage, and I may encourage my son to put his car in the garage, too. Let’s hope that Dear Husband is fortunate, and that the storms miss the lagoon where he is moored on the Chicago coastline.
I think I’ll go see if Ed is ready to come in! *G*
I hope you’re all safe this evening, and getting as much rain as you need….or would like.

Harrier: “any of several short-winged hawks of the genus Circus that hunt over meadows and marshes and prey on reptiles and small birds and mammals.” *
I was driving home today, and saw a good-sized hawk being attacked by easily a dozen smaller birds. The little birds had banded together to drive it off to save their fledglings. It tickled me to think that the little birds were “harriers!”
There’s a lesson to be learned here. I think homeowners in Illinois need to follow the little bird’s example and harass their state government into restructuring how education is supported. Our property tax system is broken and needs very badly to be fixed! A law was passed roughly 15 years ago that was supposed to cap how much increase there could be per year in property tax. Unfortunately, the assessor gets around the law by re-assessing the value of our property. Soon, we will look very wealthy on paper, and be broke in reality.
I wonder how government believes that it can continue to grow without eventually killing off the hand that feeds it?
I need to ask my sister to direct me to the statistics, but I thought I heard that the State of Illinois was 48 out of 50 in terms of what is given to state education, and this is despite the Lotto, which was supposed to support education, and our gambling casino profits.
As I said….the funding system is broken, and needs to be fixed! Come on, little birds….show us the way!
*harrier. (n.d.). Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1). Retrieved June 02, 2007, from Dictionary.com website: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/harrier