When Allison told me that she was thinking about starting her own business in Raleigh, she asked me if I would do her bookkeeping for her. I told her that I was very flattered, but I really do live too far away to be comfortable doing that for her. Sure, we’ve been friends a long time, but I suggested that she contact her Raleigh CPA Carson Thorn for a recommendation for some kind of local bookkeeping service. I told her that if he said that he thought it was “doable” even at this long distance then I’d give it some thought.
Category: General Life
Tomorrow I am acoompanying my mother to the hospital. She is scheduled to have surgery to remove a tumor in her right lung. The doctor told me that he is sure that it is cancer. His plan is to remove the lump and send it to the lab for testing. The results will come in while she is still under anesthesia, and if the find that it is benign they will just close up the wound. If malignant, they will have to remove the entire upper third of her lung and then will have to plan what kind of therapy to follow.
I’m trying to keep her spirits up, but we are both quite worried. She is eighty years old and is not sure that she has the strength to battle the “big C.” Regardless, it will be a long road ahead. I don’t want to lose my mom.
I don’t know if it is stress related, or inherited, but it seems that lately there have been a lot of times when my eyes feel like there are eyelashes fallen into the eye and I end up rubbing my eyes and pulling at my eyelashes. A lot of the times when I do that, several eyelashes come out and I see them on my fingers. I’ve heard that when eyelashes fall out that they don’t grow back. Well, I don’t know if that’s true or not, but if it is true I may have to look into buying some of the ds laboratories revita eyelash growth product that I’ve heard so much about.
Over the past year my hubby has been piling up a lot of things in the back yard, into what he likes to call “the burn pile.” The pile was very close to the woods, and I was very nervous that when he did actually burn it that it would spread to the woods and engulf the entire neighborhood. My hubby always “pooh-poohed” my concerns, telling me that he has been managing burn piles for many years over his lifetime and that there was nothing to worry about.
Well, it rained all day yesterday, and most of the day today, and I was quite surprised when I heard the tractor running in the back yard. I looked out of the kitchen window and saw that the burn pile was burning and my hubby was using his tractor to keep a fire line of fresh dirt between it and anything that wasn’t supposed to burn. I have to admit that I was rather impressed that he did manage to keep the fire in control, but I’ll never tell HIM that!
One of my fondest wishes is to travel to London someday and spend several weeks (or months, actually) in some London Apartments while I travel around England to see the places where my grandparents grew up back in the early 1900′s. Recently my sister sent me a copy of a letter she had found that was typed up by my grandfather back in the 1980′s where he wrote a short autobiography of how he had met my grandmother and how they had come to live in America back in the 1920′s.
He wrote about how difficult life was in London back then, and how poor they were before they moved here. Then he wrote about how he and my grandmother lived in an abandoned chicken coop and raised their family, and how they could see the sky through the slats in the roof when they went to bed, and how the rain and snow came into the house. And yet they thought that their lives here in the United States was better than their life had been in London! When I think of the life they led, and the poverty they endured, I feel a deep desire to go back to London and meet my distant relatives and see where they had lived. Staying in some
London Apartments while being there would really be an experience to cherish forever.