Heather's Heavenly Vapes - THE BIG THREAD (Part 5)
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Evening Army...
Had some trouble this afternoon, but no time to expand on that till later. Mama Chak's waiting for a massage/TP. Be back soon...
@Bronze, how you get the AC working soon, believe me, I know how uncomfortable it gets without one.
@Robin, pull yourself up by the boot strings and have another cup of coffee... It'll help.
Had some trouble this afternoon, but no time to expand on that till later. Mama Chak's waiting for a massage/TP. Be back soon...
@Bronze, how you get the AC working soon, believe me, I know how uncomfortable it gets without one.
@Robin, pull yourself up by the boot strings and have another cup of coffee... It'll help.
Everything is original...1997 except the fan motor. Jut tried again. Motor hums, give the fan a little kick start and it fires up.hmmm new motor? didnt replace the cap? how old is the relay? 80% of the time when a condensor fan quits working, its the relay. If it comes down to the nitty gritty, take a window fan and place it over the A/C unit, leave it on ( running), when the compressor comes on, the window fan will pull just enuf air to keep the coils "working" until real repairs can be completed. As the compressor is running, listen to it, if it sounds like it is running hard, get a garden hose and spray the coils with water and see if the compressor noise lessens. Most of the newer meters have Cap measure capabilities, comes in handy.
This may take a while to write up, but bare with me I hope to keep it as short as possible. It also reenforces my belief that working at home is where I need to be now verses working at a school or other establishment.
Mama Chak and I had been working all morning trying out a new recipe for custard filled buns she had gotten from a friend. The dough of first batch didn't turn out quite like we had expected so we made another batch that was just ok. We finished baking around noon thirty or so, by this time both Mama Chak and I were feeling tired and in need of a little break. Mama went up to shower and lay down for a bit while I finished cleaning up in the kitchen and ate lunch (she had eaten quite a few buns and wasn't hungry for lunch.)
About an hour later, I hear her getting up and she sent me off for my shower and well needed ol' man nap and off I go. Turn the AC on in the bedroom, shower and recline in a comfy rocker, but not before setting the alarm and placing a couple items within arms reach, i.e. pirate's booty and a cold mug of brew - I'm TKO before half the brew is gone.
An hour later on the dot, my iPhone starts buzzing and singing - I reach over and hit the snooze button. Before the alarm goes off again, a rap at the door wakes me and I hear the caregiver, D saying Mama needs me to wake right now! Then, faintly, I make out the words, "She's fainted in the garden!"
Most of you vets of this thread probably know this, but for the new folk and maybe Bronze Mama Chak is paraplegic from a stroke on the left side. It has slowed her down over the past 24 years, but hasn't stopped her from doing what she loves to do best and that's cook and work in the garden and I'm not about to stop her as I believe it's what keeps her alive. The compliments and looks on people's faces gives her satisfaction and is the motivation that keeps her trucking on.
So when this old goat makes it out of the bedroom, D is know where in sight! ? I'm wondering, is it the front yard or the back? Then D calls out, "Over here! Quick!" It's the pathway along side the house. I run, if you can call it that, out the front door and around the porch to find Mama Chak standing next to a flower patch covered with dirt and balling her eyes out while D is trying to replace the bricks that encompassed the patch. I take Mama by the arm and try to calm her down enough to tell me what had happened. Since she was standing, I figured she wasn't hurt too badly - no broken bones, thank God.
By the time we get to the closest seat in the car port, she's finally calm enough to recap the story as I get her something to drink and start cleaning her off. The short of it she was on her way back to the kitchen after watering the garden and the flower beds out in front of the house and ran out of gas as she reached the side corner of the house. She sat down on the brick boarder of the flower patch which is only two bricks tall, however, there's a T junction at the section where it is possible to sit, albite, almost at ground level. She had lost her balance and toppled into the patch and couldn't get back up with her behind being higher than her head, so she starts calling for help and I'm TKO in the fricking bedroom while D is in MIL's bedroom both on the opposite side of the house!!! Then she looks at me with that look of hers and blurts out, "Where were you? I've been yelling my head off for almost an hour!" (which is impossible, because it takes almost an hour to water the front of the house.) I'm thinking she was down for only a few minutes and in the panic she was in trying to get back up it seemed like a lot longer.
She's fine except for the hurt pride and a small scratch on her shoulder and felt much better after a shower and me getting dinner for her an giving her an extra long massage. But talk about scarring the be-jessus out of me...
I've already edited my "To Do" list to bring an item up to top priority at the head of the list - Get more rest area seats set up around the garden for Sue. From the closest seat in the car port to the front stairs (where you can sit properly) it's 60 strides, my stride being 1.85 ft that's around 37 yards. May not sound like much, but when you're picking, pruning and watering along the way it's a darn good workout for her and me, now that I'm working at home these days. Now y'all know where the heat rash comes in.
Ok, if you've made it this far, thanks for stay with me and forgive me if I rambled. It's time now for me to hit the rack - took a bit longer than I expected, as I had another ol' man nap at the halfway point.
Take care and have a blessed Hump Day.
Mama Chak and I had been working all morning trying out a new recipe for custard filled buns she had gotten from a friend. The dough of first batch didn't turn out quite like we had expected so we made another batch that was just ok. We finished baking around noon thirty or so, by this time both Mama Chak and I were feeling tired and in need of a little break. Mama went up to shower and lay down for a bit while I finished cleaning up in the kitchen and ate lunch (she had eaten quite a few buns and wasn't hungry for lunch.)
About an hour later, I hear her getting up and she sent me off for my shower and well needed ol' man nap and off I go. Turn the AC on in the bedroom, shower and recline in a comfy rocker, but not before setting the alarm and placing a couple items within arms reach, i.e. pirate's booty and a cold mug of brew - I'm TKO before half the brew is gone.
An hour later on the dot, my iPhone starts buzzing and singing - I reach over and hit the snooze button. Before the alarm goes off again, a rap at the door wakes me and I hear the caregiver, D saying Mama needs me to wake right now! Then, faintly, I make out the words, "She's fainted in the garden!"
Most of you vets of this thread probably know this, but for the new folk and maybe Bronze
Mama Chak is paraplegic from a stroke on the left side. It has slowed her down over the past 24 years, but hasn't stopped her from doing what she loves to do best and that's cook and work in the garden and I'm not about to stop her as I believe it's what keeps her alive. The compliments and looks on people's faces gives her satisfaction and is the motivation that keeps her trucking on.So when this old goat makes it out of the bedroom, D is know where in sight! ? I'm wondering, is it the front yard or the back? Then D calls out, "Over here! Quick!" It's the pathway along side the house. I run, if you can call it that, out the front door and around the porch to find Mama Chak standing next to a flower patch covered with dirt and balling her eyes out while D is trying to replace the bricks that encompassed the patch. I take Mama by the arm and try to calm her down enough to tell me what had happened. Since she was standing, I figured she wasn't hurt too badly - no broken bones, thank God.
By the time we get to the closest seat in the car port, she's finally calm enough to recap the story as I get her something to drink and start cleaning her off. The short of it she was on her way back to the kitchen after watering the garden and the flower beds out in front of the house and ran out of gas as she reached the side corner of the house. She sat down on the brick boarder of the flower patch which is only two bricks tall, however, there's a T junction at the section where it is possible to sit, albite, almost at ground level. She had lost her balance and toppled into the patch and couldn't get back up with her behind being higher than her head, so she starts calling for help and I'm TKO in the fricking bedroom while D is in MIL's bedroom both on the opposite side of the house!!! Then she looks at me with that look of hers and blurts out, "Where were you? I've been yelling my head off for almost an hour!" (which is impossible, because it takes almost an hour to water the front of the house.) I'm thinking she was down for only a few minutes and in the panic she was in trying to get back up it seemed like a lot longer.
She's fine except for the hurt pride and a small scratch on her shoulder and felt much better after a shower and me getting dinner for her an giving her an extra long massage. But talk about scarring the be-jessus out of me...
I've already edited my "To Do" list to bring an item up to top priority at the head of the list - Get more rest area seats set up around the garden for Sue. From the closest seat in the car port to the front stairs (where you can sit properly) it's 60 strides, my stride being 1.85 ft that's around 37 yards. May not sound like much, but when you're picking, pruning and watering along the way it's a darn good workout for her and me, now that I'm working at home these days. Now y'all know where the heat rash comes in.
Ok, if you've made it this far, thanks for stay with me and forgive me if I rambled. It's time now for me to hit the rack - took a bit longer than I expected, as I had another ol' man nap at the halfway point.
Take care and have a blessed Hump Day.
Chak, can she wear one of those push button things that calls your phone or some similar contraption. Good God she'd probably use it anytime she wants you but something to consider.
I've thought about that then hesitate for the exact same reason you state, however, it may be for the best to get something along that line - her cell went on the fritz a few months ago and we haven't replaced it.
Thanks April. Aside from all the kidding, she is a sweet, generous person - her determination gives me strength and her sharp wit keeps me in line. She's my hardheaded woman...
I read your earlier post Chak and was wondering what kinda trouble you had . Thank God it was nothing serious . I agree with Bronze about getting her some kinda alert device .
I agree too, Retic. The problem would be getting her to wear it and not abuse it... If I get the cell fixed or replaced that should work.
Night Army, got to try to get at least an hour's sleep before she's up and at it again....
Glad she's ok Chak.
Definitely get her some way to get ahold of you chak, I'm sure it's hard for her. She needs to be independent, in the same breath needs to have help somewhere nearby. Get busy on some seating mister [emoji14]
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