Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story. - Day 1-14

Arlissa Hinton picked up the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her grandma had given her the comb and mirror set many years ago. It had belonged to her Ma, Eleanor Mae Hinton. Her Ma had died in childbirth, leaving Granny and Grandpa to raise little Arlissa June alone. Grandpa had died when Arlissa was just about seven. It had been just Granny and Arlissa all these years since, and now...but never mind about that, she had work to do.

The pigs had to be fed, along with a few other farm animals they still had. Laying down the mirror, and putting down the comb she had been raking through her red curls, she picked up her old straw hat, jamming it onto her head to keep the sun from making more freckles on the already sprinkled face. Her hair and her freckles were the bane of her existence. 

Granny was always reminding her that looks weren't important, it was what was on the inside that counted. 

"I guess that's true enough," she said aloud, "but I wonder if I'll ever meet anybody who'll want to get to know the real me on the inside."

Arlissa was twenty-four and still single, with no prospects even in sight.., sighing, she picked up the bucket of food scraps and walked down the lane to the pig lot. The pigs were rooting around in the mud, making snuffling sounds, as though they would find food in the mud. 

Leaning over the fence, she poured the scraps into the pig trough and called to the pigs. 

" you go. Come and get it!"

She picked up a corn cob from the ground outside the pen and rubbed the back of the old sow. She knew the pigs enjoyed having that done and she loved to scratch their backs and hear the response. 

This was a Saturday and she didn't have to work in town today. She had spent her entire life on this farm, and wondered if she would ever leave it. Leaning on the fence, she began day-dreaming again. 

Would she ever find true-love? None of the fellas in town even measured up to her ideal man. He would be tall and handsome, with brown hair and eyes, and he would speak words of romantic love to her. She sighed, and twirled around, only to see Granny standing behind her, glaring.

Casting her Granny a sheepish grin, she replied.

"Sorry, Granny, I reckon as how I just got carried away on a sea of thoughts. It won't happen again."

"Ha! If I believed that, you could sell me anything. Now, girl, you get on out to the chicken house and feed them pore chickens. I know they must be starvin' by now, waitin' fer you to get to 'em. If I warn't so crippled up with rheumatiz, I'd not be callin' on you to do everthang fer me. Wishin' don't make it so."

So saying, she turned and headed for the house, leaving Arlissa to regret worrying her.

Hurrying to feed the chickens, she grabbed up the pan of chicken feed and began throwing it on the ground so they could feed. She had to kick at the old rooster to keep him from trying to spur her legs. He was a mean one, all right, but he did keep the hens in line, she reckoned. 

Arlissa had soon finished with her chores outside and then went inside to find her Granny sitting in a cane-bottomed chair, stringing green beans for supper. She grabbed up the family photo album, and went to sit beside Granny. 

"Is there a picture of my daddy in here, Granny?"

"Child, there you go again with all your endless questions! Why must you pester me continually with them? I already told you that I don't know who your Daddy was. Your Mama didn't tell me anything."

Granny looked down at the beans she was stringing and breaking, unable to look at Arlissa in the eyes. She couldn't tell her granddaughter that she had made a deathbed promise not to relate the truth to Arlissa. She was bound by that promise.
Arlissa held the photo album clasped to her breast and sat there daydreaming and wondering if her father were a wealthy man who was going to drive up some day in a big fine automobile and claim her as his daughter....

"Arlissy, you cleaned out the cow stall yet?" Her granny's voice interrupted her reverie once again. "Child, you know hits got ta be done. Lord knows I druther do it myself and be done with hit. I hate to go on at you, girl, but you gotta wake up and get on with reality."  Granny tsked, tsked and shook her head disparagingly.

"Granny, did my Pa come a courtin' my Ma? What did he look like?  Was he tall and handsome? Did he have hair the color of mine?  What about his eyes? Were they the same blue as mine? Did he bring flowers to her? Please just tell me something, anything about him...please, Granny." By this time Arlissa was seated in the floor at her granny's feet, gazing up into Granny's face.

Her request ended with a sob.

Granny Hinton had to wipe away a tear as she placed a gentle hand on the top of the girl's head. It was becoming more difficult as each day flew by to resist the imploring of this girl she loved so dearly. Once again, Granny hardened her resolve and refused to answer the myriad of questions.

"I'm sorry, it's not my right to tell you any of those things."

"Then whose right IS it, Granny? Tell me that, please."

"Well, that would be his."


Arlissa gave up for the moment and, putting the album away, went outside, dejectedly, to finish her chores.

In the meantime, Granny went to her bedroom and removed the small cedar box where she kept her private papers. Opening the box, she removed a folded paper full of creases and reread it for perhaps the thousandth time.

Reading the paper through, Granny refolded it and placed it once again in his resting place. She told herself that she was doing the right thing by keeping the truth from her granddaughter. 

"It has to be the right thing, Lord! You know how much the truth would hurt her. I jist cain't do that to my darlin' little Arlissy! I promised her Ma it would go to the grave with her, and I cain't go back on my word. She'll know the truth when I'm gone and she reads that paper. I won't have to watch the pain on her face and know what she's goin' through. I know I'm weak, Lord, please make me strong enough to do what I must."

The old woman was bent low over the box in her lap, weeping over her lost daughter and the child her Ellie had born. Her hands rested on top of the box, until finally, about an hour later, she arose and limping over to the dresser, replaced the box where it was kept. 

Granny Hinton went into the kitchen to find Arlissa putting the green beans on the stove and adding wood to the fire to cook them. 

"Don't fergit ta add some fat back to them beans fer flavorin'."

"Okay, Granny. You know I've only done this hundreds a times." She smiled fondly at the old woman, with no sting in her reply. Everything was on an even keel once again. 

Granny smiled in return. This girl was the light of her life; she didn't know how she could ever leave this earth and the delight of her smile. One day, though, she would have to, and she knew it. 

"Do you think I'll ever have a feller come courtin' me?" 

"Now, Arlissy... where'd that question come from, anyhow?"

"Well, do you? I meet some fellers come to the drug store, but they ain't anything I'd want comin' to the farm to set out front on the porch with me." 

"Well, I guess  you are gettin' kinda long in the tooth, now that I look at you," was Granny's wry reply. 

"Awww, Granny! Now you gone and makin' fun of me. I'm bein' serious! I wanta get married and have babies of my own. I wanta meet some body to love me forever!" 

Granny put a hand over her chest as if by doing so, she could stop the brief pains that were invading more often than ever. 

"You been to see the Doc about them pains, Granny?" Her sharp eyes never missed a thing when it came to the well-being of her mentor and rock.

"Oh, come on, now, Arlissy! You know he ain't nothin' but a quack on two feet. I'm doin' fine, girl; now don't you be worryin' yore head about me. Prob'ly jist some gas from eatin' my breakfast too fast. I'll take some sody after while and it'll clear up in no time."

"Don't you go and die on me, Granny! I don't have nobody but you! You cain't go and leave me!" By this time Arlissa had flung herself into Granny's arms, hugging her tightly.

"Land sakes, girl! Don't carry on so! I ain't goin' today! Now, go wash that purty face a' yours and quit that bellerin', fore I turn you over my checkedy apern. You hear me?"

"Yes, Granny." Arlissa left to wash her face and Granny just sat back down into her chair and sighed. 

"Lord, help! That girl should a' gone into stage actin', she's that dramatic and all. Everything is a crisis to her. Wonder where she gets it from? Not my side of the fam'ly, that's fer sure. Prob'ly that no-good pa a' hers. He sure put on a good act!" 

Arlissa hung up the drying towel on the little hook over the kitchen sink, and looked out the window. She watched as the hummingbirds built a nest in the trees near the fence that bordered their garden. What beautiful creatures they were, with their banded white and blue wings, flying around each other. 

She listened through the open window, trying to catch a bit of their song, but right now they were busy building. Spring was in bloom and this was the happiest time of the year for her. 

Thinking about springtime always reminded her of her friend, Rosie O'Halloran. What had happened to her? Why hadn't she heard from Rosie, at least a letter would be nice. We were so close for three years, after her Granny passed on. I thought we had so much in common, especially the color of our hair and eyes. 

It's true she was a year older than I, but she was my best friend. How could she just go off and not let me know. Her Ma, she don't know neither. I'm jist stumped on knowin' the answers to those questions. Seems like I ain't destined to know no answers to any a' my questions.

Shaking her red curls in disgust, Arlissa turned and checked on the progress of the green beans cooking on the stove. At least she knew how to cook and clean and iron and all that stuff. IF she ever got a man, she'd know how to keep house for him, Arlissa reckoned. 

Hearing a bumping noise from the living room, she ran in to find Granny in the floor. 

"Granny, Granny! What happened? Are you okay?"

"Arlissy...Honey...get my...pills outta my...pocketbook. Put one in tongue." The old lady was gasping for breath. 

Running to the end table, she grabbed up the purse and rummaged around in it looking for the pill bottle. When she finally found it, her nervous fingers had trouble opening the bottle and she spilled about half the contents into the purse.

"Settle down now, you dummy," she mumbled to herself. "You'll never save Granny this way!" 

"Here, Granny, open your mouth." She gently placed the small pill under her Granny's tongue, then began timing on the mantle clock. 

Picking up a pillow from the sofa, she put it carefully under the old woman's head, and grabbing the quilt from the sofa as well, covered her with it.

As she watched her granny's face slowly easing from the pain etched on it, she picked up the phone and asked for the doctor's office. 

"I don't care if he is busy," she told the doctor's wife, who was also his office nurse. "She's havin' a spell with her heart and she needs medical help right away!"

She listened for a few minutes and then said, "Okay...okay...yes, I gave her one and the pain seems to be easin' off some. What? You will? Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Arlissa turned to her Granny. 

"The doctor is sending Hanson's  Funeral Home ambu-lance out to us to carry you into the hospital over Amblin way."

"But..honey girl, we cain't afford no hospital right now," protested the old woman, who then tried to sit up.

"Shhh-hhh. Now don't be frettin', Granny! I know what I'm a doin'. We'll manage. We gotta get you back on your feet and bein' under constant care for awhile is the only way to do it. I'll ride over with you and won't let them do nothin' bad."

Granny Hinton lay back, knowing it was useless to argue with her granddaughter, who was just as determined to get her way as the old lady was. They were two of a kind, all right. 

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

It was only a few minutes, although it seemed like forever to the girl, until she heard the wail of the vehicle speeding toward the farm. She ran to the door to give them access to the house. 

"She's in here in the floor. I was afraid to move her. She's havin' heart pains in her chest." 

The men came in quietly pushing the gurney and very gently picked up the old lady, placing her carefully on the pallet covering the gurney and fastened the straps around her to keep her safe.

"I'm goin' to ride in the ambu-lance with you," Arlissa informed them.

"Miss Arlissa, beg pardon, but won't you need some transportation to get around in whilst you're over in Amblin? Why don't you just foller us in your car?"

It made sense to her, but she also knew her car needed some work done on it; she just hadn't had the money or time to take care of it. Maybe it would be okay. 

"All right. If Granny wakes up, tell her I'm follerin' y'all and I'll be there soon." 

Transporting the old lady out the front door to the vehicle, they were very careful with her and gently placed the gurney inside the back of the van.

Arlissa watched them leave with not a little trepidation; she felt she wasn't doing the right thing by letting them take her Granny without her. What if Granny woke up and called for her. Granny would be all alone with strangers. 

The girl's hands shook as she reached for the keys hanging next to the door and locked the front door. She ran out to the shed where the car was parked, praying as she ran. 

Climbing into the car, she turned the ignition and stepped on the starter. Nothing. Jiggling the key in the ignition, she tried again. Nothing. Now what? She sat there crying and praying. She waited a few minutes and tried again.

Finally, she heard the welcome sound of the engine turning over and sent up a prayer of thanks. Pretty soon, she was pulling out of the yard and onto the road. 

Flooring the foot pedal, she soon was flying down the road on her way to Amblin. The ambulance had left twenty minutes ago. It would be there long before she made it. The window was down and she tried rolling it up, but it wouldn't budge. 

She realized she was slightly weaving across the middle line in the highway and stopped trying to roll up the window. Just as she was trying to get more speed out of the car, she heard the sound of a siren, and looked up into the rear view mirror. There was a blue light flashing and heading toward her.

Little did Arlissa know that it was the state trooper's first day on the job. He was also new to the area. One would never know from the swagger he displayed that any of this was the case. 

Arlissa had pulled over and as she waited for the trooper to approach her; she noted his confident manner. 'Big bully!' she thought to herself. 'They always like to bully us poor women!'.

Her attitude when he came to her car window was one of belligerence and she had a scowl on her face, to boot. 

"Ma'am, could I please see your license and registration, please?" he asked very politely. "You do realize you were doing 60 on a road that is posted at 30 miles per hour, don't you?"

Arlissa looked down at the empty seat beside her, realizing that in her haste she had forgotten to pick up her purse. She didn't even have any money with her! Where in tarnation was her head, anyway? 

"I'm sorry, officer. I seem to have been in such a hurry that I forgot my pocketbook and left it at home." She had been crying and hiccoughed. 

'Uh-oh', the officer thought when he heard the hiccough, 'this cute little gal has been drinking.'. "Ma'am, would you please step from the car?" He said, opening the car door. "Keep your hands where I can see them. You got any alcohol in the vehicle?" he asked, looking around, visually searching the car.

"Listen, officer!" she hiccoughed again. "I'm on my way..." 

He cut her explanation short and said, "Ma'am. Could you please step this way?" 

"What do you think I've done, anyway?" She asked him, "robbed a bank or something? I'm on my way... My Granny..."

"Ma'am," he said, taking note of her blue eyes and unique shade of red hair, "I'm giving you a field sobriety test. It seems you're hiccoughing a lot for somebody who is driving a car." 

Leaning close in to her to smell her breath, only to catch the aroma of the lotion she had applied to her face that morning. It smelled like apple blossoms. 

He had seen the wild red curls blowing in the wind, through the open window as she flew past him earlier. They reminded him of someone; then when he got close to her, he saw the unique blue of her eyes. 

Furiously, Arlissa pulled her head back in and jumped out of the car. Looking down, she saw the shoes she was wearing. They were the clod-hoppers that she wore working around the farm. They were muddy from feeding the pigs near the pig lot and then she noticed her dress. It was torn near the hem; all that just made her more angry; realizing she would be among people who were much better dressed when she got to the hospital...if she ever made it with this horrible man leaning over her!!

"Look," she began anew, "My Granny..."

"Ah, the poor Granny again...aren't you kinda getting tired of bringing her into the mix? She wasn't driving the car, so don't be blaming her for your troubles. She wasn't speeding along a public road with her red hair flying out the window." He smiled superciliously at her.

"Now, your name, please. We'll just forget the sobriety test, since I don't smell any alcohol on you." Leaning over, he took another sniff, then smiled again.

He had his brand new, unused as yet, book of tickets and pen, poised and ready to write his first one. 

Arlissa didn't have the red hair for no reason. She also had the temper to go with it, when riled up enough. She had had it with this contemptible arrogant young man. 

Picking up her right foot, she aimed it for his shin, only to slip in the gravels where she was standing, and landed seat first in them. 

Surprised, the officer looked down at the beauty, fuming at his feet. Her face was about as red as her curls, and she was so angry, she was near tears again. 

"You insufferable wretch!" She shouted at him, not giving him a chance to say anything. "MY GRANNY IS IN THE HOSPITAL!! I'm..I'm..tryyying to get to her." She finished, sobbing as though her heart were breaking.

The young patrolman felt terrible, but didn't know what to do. So his only defense was an offense. 

"Well, why didn't you just say so?"

He helped her to her feet, as he asked the question. 

She stood nose to nose with him, well, almost; after all, he was a head taller than she. Defiantly, she spoke in a tone that showed her ire.

"Because, you stupid jerk, you didn't give me a chance. You kept interruptin' me, every time I tried to tell you! You have some nerve, trying to blame me for your not listening!"

"Okay, I'm going to let you go with a warning this time; but, just you watch out, because I'm going to be keeping my eyes on you in the future. You are a dangerous person, in my estimation!" 

She looked down at the badge on his uniform. It had the word, "Odom" engraved on it. 

"Okay, Officer Odom, you can just bet I'll not forget this treatment of a good citizen. You big oaf!" 

Flouncing over to the car and flinging the door open, she hurtled into the seat, put the car into gear, and tried to start it up. Much to her chagrin, it refused to start. 

Officer Bobby Joe Odom simply stood to one side and grinned that smarmy smile. 

She flashed an antagonistic look in his direction and tried the ignition again; she was daring him to say anything. 

He couldn't resist the temptation, however, so he simply lifted his eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure you even know how to start a vehicle? You seem a little wet behind the ears." 

Her face flamed red again, but she kept trying until finally they both heard the chug of the engine. 

"Be careful, now, Ma'am. I'd hate to find your pretty little self all strung out across the road somewhere." 

As she drove off, flinging gravel from the tires, she heard his annoying laughter echoing in her ears.

Kentucky State Trooper, Robert J. Odom, Jr., fresh from Tennessee, stood watching as the lovely, angry, red-headed girl took flight and mused about her. 

"Hmmm. Maybe, I'll just follow her on into the place where she said she is going, and make sure she gets there okay. She could have more trouble with that old clunker she is driving.  After all, I am responsible for keeping people safe and all." 

Deciding that is exactly what he would do, he swaggered back to his motorcycle, donned his helmet and climbed on to the huge cycle, revved it up and took off after the girl he was sure was somehow related to his friend, Zeb O'Hanlon. He wasn't going to let her get away without finding out. Making a mental note of the license plate on her car, he would find out her name and where she lived later. She knew his name and he was determined not to let it remain one-sided.

Meanwhile, in the car, Arlissa was still fuming, and even more worried about her granny. She was so involved in worrying about her granny's health, she took no note of the car that by now was behind her, but not too close to her. He was just keeping far enough back not to lose her. 

Arlissa was praying very hard for her dear Granny. 

"Please, Lord, keep her safe. Don't let my trouble this morning interfere. Thank you for not letting that awful fella give me a ticket. I'm sorry I lost my temper with him, but he is awfully bossy! And so mean!" 

She felt her temper again begin to simmer and realizing how silly it all was, she began laughing almost hysterically, until tears came to her eyes and she was weeping once again. 

"I've got to stop this! I'm a wreck! I can't let that feller get to me like he did. I'll probably never see him again, and it cain't be too soon!" 

Arlissa had been driving carefully for fear of being stopped again, and finally pulled into one of the emergency parking places at the Amblin General Hospital. Grabbing the keys from the ignition, she jumped out of the car and ran into the emergency room.

Bobby Joe turned his cycle around and resumed his duties as a state trooper. He didn't want to get into trouble on his very first day. Heading back to the road he just left, he reflected on how he had gotten this job. 

His uncle, not wanting any further responsibility for him, felt he should be out on his own and not dependent on his uncle for keeping him out of trouble. His uncle had spoken to a friend high up in the Kentucky State Troopers and put in a very good word for Bobby Joe. 

"Now, Bobby, I've gone out on a limb for you for the very last time. It's going to be up to you to do the best you can with it. We've gotten you through the academy here in Tennessee, and now you're going to have to make it on your own when you get to Kentucky. Learn the rules and then stick to them. You hear me, boy?" 

"Yes, sir. Loud and clear!"

"You're representing our whole family where ever you go. Don't bring shame on us."

"Uh, yes, sir." He had given him a mocking salute and his uncle had just shook his head in dismay. 

However, Bobby was determined to do a good job. People just didn't give him credit, he felt. He really did try to be a good example. Somehow...well, somehow, things just kinda went wrong sometimes.

Arlissa ran into the E.R. as fast as she could, and up to the reception desk. 

"Please, could you tell me where the lady is that Hanson's brought in here a little while ago?"

"Are you related to her, Miss?"

"Yes, yes! She's my Granny. Where is she? I need to see how she is doing!" 

By now Arlissa was feeling frantic and panicky. She was squeezing her keys as though she thought she could break them into. 

"The doctor will be out to talk to you in a few minutes, Miss. Just have a seat over there in one of those chairs."

That didn't sound good at all. Why wouldn't they let her go back and see her Granny? Well, she had had enough of being pushed around for one day. She would just wait till the woman was busy and not looking, then she'd go find her Granny. After all, how hard could it be to find one little woman?

Sure enough, soon the receptionist was talking on the phone and not looking at her; she crept quietly as she could around the end of the desk and made her way through the curtains covering the doorway. 

Meanwhile, Bobby Joe was back on the job patrolling the roads. His two way radio didn't work too well here in these hills, so he couldn't report in as often as he was supposed to. Still, he stayed busy, and made notes in his little notebook he carried with him so that he could justify all the time he spent. 

He heard some crackling sounds coming from his two-way and caught the words "crash and Hinkle Road". He pulled his cycle over to the side of the road and pulled out his area map, searching for Hinkle Road. There it was! Just three miles away. Folding away the map, he started up the cycle and took off. 

In just a few minutes he had found the site of the crash. It looked like a bad one; a car had missed the curve and plowed into a tree. He ran over to see a young driver slumped at the wheel; another car was stopped at the site, along with other people who had apparently come from nearby. 

"Officer, this boy needs help, but we were afeered to move him." An old man was talking to Bobby Joe. 

"Have you called an ambulance?" 

"My grandson ran down to the general store and called Hanson's Funeral Home. They got the onliest ambulance around these parts. They said that they's out on a run right now, takin' Ms. Hinton in to Amblin Hospital, but they'll come as soon as they kin." 

The boy standing nearby nodded his head in agreement.

Officer Bobby Joe hurried over to the injured driver and felt for a pulse. When he did, he caught the odor of alcohol. He was very familiar with that odor, and it didn't take him long to get the whole picture.

Soon Arlissa was peeking into the little cubicles where the emergency patients lay and whispering, "Granny!" searching frantically for her ailing grandmother. 

Finally, at the very end curtained cubicle, she found her Granny with an oxygen mask on her face. All at once, the girl felt weak in her knees and pulling up a chair, sat down next to the old lady's bed. 

"Oh, Granny, please - please don't die. You gotta get better. You can do it. I know you can."

"Hush, child! I ain't dead yet. Don't be a buryin' me afore it's time. Stop that caterwaulin'! Ya hear me?" 

"Yes, Granny. Have you seen the doc yet?"

"Yeah, I seen one. He's a young whippersnapper. Ain't never met him afore. He's mighty cute, Arlissy! Might be a feller fer ya." The old lady eyed her attire. 

"What air you a wearin' that old rag fer? And them clodhopper shoes with the dried mud all over them? Girl - ain't no wonder no body wants ta come a courtin' you. Look at you! Couldn't you at least a changed into somethin' decent afore you come a gallavantin' over here? And that wild hair! You been a drivin' with them winders open agin? I cain't afford to die and leave you not able ta take better care of yoreself than this."

By this time the old lady was half-sitting up in bed, and just as she did, the before mentioned doctor stepped behind the curtain. He frowned at the scene taking place. 

"Young woman, who gave you authority to be back here? You're going to have to leave right now!"

"This is my Granny! I ain't goin' nowhere." Arlissa crossed her arms in front of her and stood her ground. 

The doctor just politely picked her up and turning to her Granny, he said, "Mrs. Hinton, lie back and rest. I'll be right back in a couple of minutes."

Arlissa was so mortified, she said nothing. She sniffed. Hmm, that was nice cologne the doctor was wearing, she thought. She looked up into his stony face, admiring the clean way he was shaven. He took her past the reception desk and sat her in a chair. 

"Don't you move until I come back to talk to you. Understand?"

Then, speaking to the woman behind the desk, "Keep your eyes on her. Don't let her sneak past you again!" So saying, he marched out of the room, heading back to Granny. 

In the meantime, Officer Odom was questioning the neighbors who stood around the wrecked vehicle. 

"Does anyone know this young man?"

"Yeah, that's the Peterson boy. He runs wild and ain't got nobody but a drunken pa who don't care no more since the boy's ma died a few years ago. Can't nobody control him. Don't nobody else care much either. Always gettin' inta trouble of all kinds. Stealin' stuff, smokin' pot, runnin' with a rough crowd. Sister tries to keep him outta trouble, but he don't listen ta her neither. Always expected he'd turn out like this."

As Bobby Joe listened to the litany, it sounded all too familiar to him. He had to help this boy, somehow. 

"Listen, what about Mrs. Hinton; does she have a red-headed granddaughter?" 

(To be continued)

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

The Week That Was (Finis)

On my second night in the hospital, I asked for something to help me sleep, so instead of knocking me in the head (which would have been much better), they gave me a sleeping pill called Restoril.  I went to sleep, only to wake up having hysterics. 

I was sobbing, declaring I had was going to miss Easter and singing in the Cantata at church. The nurse informed me that Easter was the Sunday before. After thinking about it, I remembered the Easter services. After she left, I looked at my right hand, and thought blood was running down my fingers, then it moved back up to the tips and disappeared, only to appear again. 

I pressed the call button and told the voice at the other end about it. I told myself, "I must be hallucinatin'!" I think I know how people tripping on LSD must feel.

The next day, one of my friends came to visit. Just as she came in, I happened to notice for the first time the needle disposal on the wall near the door. The receptacle had an open face on the front where the container was visible. The opening was in the shape of a paintbrush with the handle pointed down.

The container happened to be red. Well, when my friend came in, I noticed the red on it for the first time. Immediately, my mind told me it was blood running down the receptacle. I asked my friend to look at the receptacle and tell me if it had red that came part way down in the front. 

I was so glad when she answered in the affirmative. I reckon that is enough of what happened while I was in there. 

Now, I am at home trying to rebuild my strength. It will be awhile before I get back to my quilting. I'll soon be back to writing fiction, as well. Love to you all . 

Friday, May 2, 2014

THE Week That Was

Well, as you may be aware of, I have had a bad week, but interesting,to say the very least. Last Friday, I had been suffering from an infection in my blood, (not contagious) and my daughter had come to take me for a Dr.'s visit. When she came I was near unconsciousness, so she called 911. I thank God she happened to come when she did. 

Come to find out, the sodium content in my blood was in a dangerously low condition. So, I became a patient for the following six days and returned home only yesterday afternoon. I came home to a sparkling clean house, thanks to several people, including daughter, Carol, who did my laundry and many other things.

Tomorrow - Some of the events that took place while I lay abed.