Today Hubs is much stronger and able to do
more on his own, so I decided that today would be ‘Fall Clean-up Day’ here :-D
I kinda rushed it because I didn’t want to
leave him alone for too long even though I had my phone and he would call if he
needed me to come back inside. But it was seriously “touch-and-go” all of last
week in the hospital hell he was thrust into, and he is just now getting his strength
back after all the misdiagnoses and mismanagement of the local hospital staff:
he went in for a simple ER exam to find out why he was vomiting so violently,
and they pretty much held him hostage while they practiced medicine on him “since
he has not seen a doctor in 8 years time”, until I insisted they ((((STOP!))))
all the drips, IV’s, monitoring, and misdiagnosis crap his 2nd day
in ICU. He made it clear that if he was dying (and he was thanks to the hospital 'helpers' – I even called our
children and grandchildren to the hospital to see him one last time; and my
sister and BIL came and sat with us too), he wanted to die at home. I am on
board with that decision (we have a
standing DNR Order and once the doctor was aware of that, he respected that
decision) – the hospital had him on his death bed in a very short period of
time with their {help}, which (caused my
husband to go into heart, lung, and kidney failure in a matter of hours, as
well as a drug-induced fog that scared the kids and had the doctors thinking he
was ready for the psych ward!). So I made the “executive decision” and
decided to honor/enforce the DNR Order since a death watch was in effect. Once
the drips were shut down, the IV’s pulled, and the monitors shut off … Hubs did
a total turn around overnight, becoming
his normal self again with ALL vitals on
a ‘normal level’, which shocked the attending doctors and technicians … to the
glory of Elohei, Who is The Great Physician and Healer! Since he left that
hospital hell-hole, he is doing much better. Praise Adonai :-D But my in-laws (MIL
and SIL’s) who do not approve of the DNR Order, seriously overstepped Hub’s wishes and my decisions the entire week
of that hospital nightmare – going so far
as to attempt a hospital kidnapping to rush him to another State & another
hospital of their choosing (!), and for THAT attempted coup, they have had their welcome cards pulled indefinitely at this point. Hubs made
THAT very clear to them yesterday when they called to talk to him AFTER
being told they were not welcome in our lives following the failed
kidnapping coup. Some people just never learn >:-P Their drama was
ridiculous. And infuriating.
We know who
and what caused the stress-related vomiting (we did not understand why the vomit looked like it did, hence the ER
trip that was a major mistake), and we are dealing with the situation that
brought on the stress-related reaction; and praying for guidance concerning
toughing the situation/person out … or moving to another locale. BIG decision as we will lose a
considerable amount of $$$$$ if moving is our only hope of getting away from Candy
Scott’s harassments. Everything she was bitching about and making a scene about
was approved by the previous manager – she refuses to acknowledge that. Had she
spoken with the previous manager as we requested she would have also known that
since my husband has died twice (on
record with said hospital as well known by previous manager) she would perhaps
have gone about her power drama differently. Maybe; on the other hand, knowing Candy, probably not. She is a power-drunk
egomaniac, with no people skills whatsoever. People like Candy should NEVER be
placed in positions of power … not even a little bit of power.
So today I mailed a letter to Candy …
{{September 12th, 2018
Candice Scott, Manager
Heron Pointe
Regarding the accusatory confrontation that
took place on our front porch when you visited at our home, August 29th,
2018 to make silly assumptive charges of tomato and apple trespass as well as baseless
accusations of lidless rain barrels – demanding that we remove both along with
the planter boxes that offend our next door neighbor Ron, and the resulting emergency
admittance of my husband to St. John’s ICU Unit September 1st, 2018
brought on from the stressful fallout of your visit, I have spoken with The
Judge this evening of September 12th, 2018, and He has advised me to
forgive you and move forward. I can do that, hence this letter stating so. You
are forgiven. And I am moving forward.
NO EVIDENCE of Candy's accusations, insinuations, or assumptions. None; Nada.
LIDS on ran barrels are CLEAR to SEE ... all her accusations were false and aimless.
It was further advised that you and I
continue all future communication via paper trail to be reviewed by your corporate
attorneys as you wish; that way there will be no misunderstandings from hereon.
I agree and concur with The Judge that a paper trail communication is the best
way to move forward with ease for both of us.
I am also requesting that you remove me from
the upcoming holiday Bazaar table-holding and open my Bazaar Table reservation
for someone else as I will not be attending where you are in residence due to
your reticence to work with us on any issue concerning us here, at Heron
Pointe. I believe that will suit you also.
Ron's strobing carport night light that wakes us up in the wee morning hours - it even defies window blinds and curtains! Candy does not have a problem with this ...
Again, I forgive you. And I am moving
forward. I expect you will do the same.
Sincerely,}}
… and then I headed outdoors and tackled Fall
chores:
This afternoon I pulled my potted Geraniums off the Front Porch/steps and will overwinter them under the porch; backside of porch.
This geranium is pretty tall - it may suffer some frost damage even under cover. We'll see come Spring. Either they will be set out IF we stay - or they ill be packed up and moved to thrive elsewhere.
This one, on top of the contained geraniums, might get a little frostbit too ...
While dinking around with the geranium storage, I moved the Strawberry Jar too that is (according to Candy Scott) giving jerk neighbor Ron, heartburn.
And while I was at it outside, I snapped a pic of the clearly defined Boundary Marker - CLEAR EVIDENCE that Ron is stealing our property and his bitching is ridiculous - my planter boxes are at least 6- to 8-inches away from the marker ON OUR SIDE as is shown CLEAR TO SEE in the next picture below - yet Ron claims we are trespassing. HE is the 'trespasser', not us. It won’t matter with Candy … but I am filing it anyway ‘just in case’ they want to push a civil suit. Morons.
That white rock that Ron is claiming as his is on OUR side of the line. The boxes are NOT going to be moved. End of story.
Expecting rain sometime today, I also started harvesting the few carrots I was able to get planted this season - they are a fair size. Just the right size actually for what I use them for ;-)
Not a bad haul: I managed to harvest half a grocery bag of carrots for baking, soups, and salad crunchies. They were planted late, so this is a good haul ;-)
I cut a few sprigs of Rosemary too, to root in water indoors, and pot up inside this Fall-Winter. It will go outside in the Spring.
Pitiful harvest of Parsley, but it will do.
Last of the Onions.
And I pulled the hummingbird feeders down from where they hung in the Front Porch. Later tonight I will clean and store them until Spring. If we stay ... otherwise, they will be packed and hung in a new locale.
Whewie! Around 4:45 p.m., a rainstorm arrived and started kicking up a fuss ...
Overhead, gray clouds saturated with water are letting loose. Thunder too.
Don't know what's wrong out there ... but the street is not draining properly and the deluge is deepening with every second. The Park makes us all keep the debris out of the storm drain pathways, so I don’t know why the rain is piling up instead of draining. It’s raining pretty intensely … maybe the drains can’t handle the volume?
