KELLY SPENT MOST OF THE DAY IN BED AND IN HER RECLINER

 SORRY FOLKS, I DIDN'T GET AROUND TO TAKING ANY PHOTOS TODAY

While Kelly relaxed in her recliner, Pheebs and I took a quick drive around half the Park earlier this morning and checked our mailbox which was empty of course because Canada Post is on strike.  We came right back home again.  The Subaru never even got warmed up.  It is unlikely that Pheebs and I will go out at all tomorrow.  At 43F it was a cold, gray, and very windy day.  The weather forecast is calling for snow on Friday and continuing for the next 7 or 8 days after that.  They are calling it a Snowmageddon heading our way.  Beam us up Scotty, get us out of here!!!!

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Pheebs has a soft rubber toy that when squeezed, makes a loud squawking sound.  She doesn't play with it anymore and has graciously agreed to let Kelly have it.  With Kelly and I often at different ends of our unit it is hard for me to hear her weakened voice if she should need assistance, especially during the night.  So, this is where Pheeb's squawker toy comes in.  Kelly keeps it close at hand and only has to give it a quick squeeze to send a resounding 'Squawk' echoing down the hallway and jolting me out of my sleep to quickly come to her aid. So far, she hasn't had to use the squawker except for a test -'Squawk' late this afternoon.  Kelly spent most of the day in her bed.  She is still very weak.

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Finished my book Walking Home by author Rick Rogers a few days ago and it was another book I enjoyed as I followed this fellow's sometimes stumbling and sometimes bumbling trek from south to north along the Pacific Crest Trail.  He writes with a sense of humor and I liked how he interacted and took an interest in other hikers he met along the trail.  His honesty appealed to me as well.  Kelly and I intersected this trail one time in Warner Springs, California when In Search Of The Great Stone Eagle

Kelly posted these words and picture to her Facebook page yesterday::

As many of you know I have fought liver disease for 10 years. After just being discharged again from the hospital after a very tough episode I have decided to lay down my sword. Even warriors get tired. I'll be cared for by palliative care. "The worse the passage the more welcome the port"

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Al's Music Box:)) Silhouettes is a song made famous by the doo-wop group the Rays in 1957, peaking at number 3 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100. In May 1957, songwriter Bob Crewe saw a couple embracing through a window shade as he passed on a train. He quickly set about turning that image into a song. Frank Slay, who owned the small Philadelphia record label XYZ with Crewe, added lyrics, and they soon had a complete song ready to record.  The story has frequently been reported that Slay heard the Rays audition for Cameo-Parkway Records, for which he worked, and immediately decided that they were the perfect group for "Silhouettes". However, Slay and Crewe were actually already familiar with the group, as "Silhouettes" was their third single with them.  Neil Arena of the original Mello-Kings maintains that Slay and Crewe had first written the song for their group, but since they were away on tour and unable to record it when Crewe offered it to Herald Records boss Al Silver, the writers opted for the Rays instead.  The song received a break when popular Philadelphia disc jockey Hy Lit fell asleep with a stack of newly released records on his record player. "Silhouettes" happened to be the last to play, and so it repeated until he woke up. He began to play the song on his show.  It became popular enough that Cameo-Parkway picked it up for national distribution, and it eventually reached number 3 on both the R&B Best Sellers chart and Billboard Top 100, while also hitting the top five on both the sales and airplay charts. It was the group's only top 40 hit.

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GROANER'S CORNER:(( A little girl asked her mother: "How did the human race appear?"  The mother answered, "God made Adam and Eve; they had children; and so was all mankind made."  Two days later the girl asked her father the same question.  The father answered,  "Many years ago there were monkeys from which the human race evolved."  The confused girl returned to her mother and said, "Mom, how is it possible that you told me the human race was created by God, and Dad said they developed from monkeys?" The mother answered,  "Well, Dear, it is very simple.  I told you about my side of the family, and your father told you about his."

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What do you call it when you mix alcohol and American Literature?  Tequila Mockingbird.

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Harry and his neighbor Joe often borrowed things from each other. One day, Harry asked to borrow Joe's ladder.  Joe said, "Sorry Harry, I've lent it to my son." Remembering a saying that his grandma often used to tell him, Harry said, "Joe, you should never lend anything to your children because you'll never get it back."  Joe replied, "Don't worry, it's not my ladder - it's my dad's."

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TRIPLE 'YAHOUIE LOUIE' KELLYS HOME AND WHY I HAVE TO WIGGLE THE WATER

 IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS IN OUR PARK EXCEPT FOR NO SNOW YET

There are only about a dozen leaves left on our Redbud tree outside the living room window and this morning I watched them wiggling around in the morning's breeze.  It was 36F so I knew I had better dress warm because it gets a little chilly in the Subaru when Pheebs and I are cruising along and she wants her window down.

 I SAW A BUNCH OF DUCKS LINED UP SITTING ON A LOG BUT BY THE TIME I GOT THE CAR STOPPED AND BACKED UP THEY HAD ALL JUMPED OFF EXCEPT FOR ONE WHO DIDN'T WANT TO GET HER FEET WET

 THESE ARE MALLARD DUCKS

Luckily, I remembered to wiggle the water this morning but I forgot to remember something else.  Kelly always makes a pot of coffee in the morning but whenever she's not here I make my own coffee.  I have a one-cup coffee maker and my routine is to pre-set everything before going to bed and then in the morning just flick the switch to on and my coffee starts brewing.  In other words I put a coffee filter in, add my 3 scoops of coffee, add one cup of water to the machine and close the lid.  I then set the cup underneath.  All's I have to do in the morning is turn my little coffee maker on.  However, from past mistakes, and I've made them all, I always double-check to make sure the filter with coffee in it is in place as well as the water.  The water is hard to see so to be doubly sure I haven't forgot to add the water, I give the coffee maker a little shake so I can see the water wiggle.  Now, the minutes after waking up in the morning are not my best.  I am at my foggiest at that time.  Although that fog never fully dissipates during the days anymore, it's at its heaviest first thing in the morning.  So, this morning, I get up, proceed to the kitchen, open the coffee lid to make sure the coffee and filter are in place and then wiggle the water.  With everything seemingly okay I hit the switch and head for the bathroom.  Returning from the bathroom through the kitchen I can hear my coffee percolating.  Out of habit I glance over in that direction and see my brewed coffee running quite nicely across the counter and dripping over the edge onto the floor.  Yep, you guessed it.....I had forgotten to double and triple-check to make sure my coffee cup was in place.  It wasn't!!  As I've said previously in my blog......I'm certainly not the brightest crayon in the box.  Oh, and the Gremlins weren't quite done with me yet.......Heading for the shower I thought to grab one of two house phones in the sunroom to take along in case Kelly called while I was in the washroom.  Stepping out of the shower I glanced over to where the phone lay on the counter top beside the sink.  Except, it wasn't the phone laying there, it was the TV remote.  Ya-ya I know...the crayon box:((

Pheebs and I rolled out of the Park to the sweet guitar sounds of Will Ackerman playing 'Anne's Song' on Subes Sirius XM Satellite radio channel 68, The Spa.  Will Ackerman has been my favorite guitarist since back in the mid 80's. Turning east we headed down Bayfield River Road to the end, made a U-turn, and headed home.  I didn't want to be far from home in case Kelly called saying, 'I'll be ready to come home in an hour.  Well, Kelly's call did come at 10:30.  She sounded so much better than yesterday and her bounce was back.  She said she is feeling so much better today since all that fluid was drained.  Why couldn't they have done that 4 days ago!!  The Physio people came in this morning and Kelly was able to get out of bed by herself and walk.  Not only that, but she passed a few physical tests they had for her.  She said she is feeling stronger and ready to rumble.  Update:: At 11:20 this morning Kelly phoned back saying, 'Great news, they are going to release me after lunch sometime':))))))) She said she couldn't wait until I picked her up and we can stop in Lucan at Tim Hortons for a big pail of coffee and a boatload of food to eat on the rest of the way home.  We love doing that:))  'Yowsers' 'Yousers' 'Yousers she's coming home:)))))))  Kelly called again at 1:15 to say she should be ready to go sometime between 2:30 and 3.  Minutes later I was in the car heading for London on an overcast and slightly drizzly day......At the hospital about an hour later it was the usual traffic bedlam but I was able to wiggle into a to a spot.  Kelly, in a wheelchair with a Porter pushing her finally made it out to the car about an hour later.  So great to see her again but she was very weak.  Despite the start of the afternoon rush, we were soon well on our way.  In Lucan we we slowed down long enough to go through the drive-thru.  Two cups of coffee and two wraps to go.  Kelly's was a Cilantro Lime Chicken Wrap and mine was a Chicken and Bacon Wrap.  We were so happy, we had food scattered all over the place.  We got home at 5 p.m.  Kelly was so weak she couldn't walk on her own so we hung on to each other and shuffled ourselves up the steps and into the house.  Twenty minutes later she was stretched out in her 'Re-Use-It' recliner and just loving it.  So comfortable and easy on her back. 

 MY FIRST PARKING SPOT AT THE HOSPITAL

 MY SECOND SPOT WHERE I WAS ABLE TO BE CLOSER TO THE FRONT DOOR

 AND, I WASN'T THE ONLY ONE WAITING FOR SOMEONE AT THE HOSPITAL

It was this morning at London's University Hospital that the liver transplant team held their weekly meeting.  One of the items on their agenda was Kelly's case.  Kelly's liaison person Amy called her today while she was still there and said one of Kelly's liver doctors wants to see her in person.  It is standard procedure when one is taken off the transplant list to have a doctor speak with them in person about what the patient can expect for the future.  So, we will be back to London on Wednesday, December 4th and Kelly's daughter Sabra will meet us there and we'll all go in with Kelly to have a talk with Kelly's favorite liver doctor, Dr. Teriyaki.  Also, this Thursday afternoon we have a fellow coming here to the house from the Community Paramedicine Program to assess our situation and needs.......At the time of posting this tonight, Kelly is sound asleep in her recliner:))

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GLAD TO BE HOME

 YAAAY MOM'S HOME:)))))

 THE CHAIR FITS HER PERFECT

Al's Music Box:)) Kiss An Angel Good Mornin is a song written by Ben Peters, and recorded by American country music artist Charley Pride. It was released in October 1971 as the first single from the album Charley Pride Sings Heart Songs. The song has since become one of his signature tunes and was his eighth song to reach number one on the country charts. It was also Pride's only single to reach the Top 40 on the pop charts, peaking at #21 on the Billboard Hot 100, and also went into the Top Ten of the Adult Contemporary charts. It also reached #19 on the U.S. Cash Box Top 100. The song spent four months on the pop chart, longer than any of his other hits. Billboard ranked it as the No. 74 song for 1972.

OUR MAILROOM AT THE PARK

GROANER'S CORNER:(( An Irishman is walking along the beach one day, and he sees a bottle laying in the sand. He picks it up and starts to brush it off, and out pops a genie.  The genie says, "Since you have freed   me from the bottle, I will grant you three wishes."  The Irishman thinks for a moment and says, "I'm feeling a might thirsty, I think I'll be wishing for a pint of stout."  POOF! There is a pint of stout in his hand. He drinks it down, and starts to throw the bottle, when the genie says, "I'd look at that bottle again before I threw it if I were you." So he looks at the bottle, and it is magicaly filling back up with stout. The genie told him, "That is a magic bottle, and it will always fill back up after you finish it." The genie then asked, "What other two wishes can I grant for you?"  The Irishman looks at the bottle in his hand and says, "I'll be taking two more of these."

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- I know. I know. People say, "It's the thought that counts, not the gift."  But couldn't people learn to think a bit bigger?!?!

- My wife and I decided not to have kids.  The kids are taking it pretty hard.

- I broke my leg dancing. My new nickname is Saturday Night Femur.

- Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but you should avoid abusing the privilege.
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Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Dishes.
Dishes who?
Dishes the police! Come out with your hands up!

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The stockbroker's secretary answered his phone one morning. "I'm sorry," she said, "Mr. Bradford's on another line."  "This is Mr. Ingram's office," the caller said. "We'd like to know if he's bullish or bearish right now."  "He's talking to his wife," the secretary replied. "Right now I'd say he's sheepish."

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A bishop, a priest, and a deacon, were about to be executed for preaching the Gospel in a foreign land.  They bring out the bishop first and the guard shouts, 'Ready-Aim' and suddenly the bishop yells, EARTHQUAKE!  When everyone looks around, the bishop runs off.  Next they bring out the priest. They guard shouts, 'Ready-Aim' and suddenly the priest yells, TORNADO! When everyone ducks, the priest runs off.  By then, of course, the deacon had it figured out. They bring him out and when the guard shouts, 'Ready-Aim' suddenly the deacon yells out, 'FIRE'.

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