Me and my kid brother, circa 1955 (the day before yesterday).
I don't agree at all. $15 an hour in Seattle is still nothing really a 1 bdrm apt costs $1000+ there. I've worked jobs that don't pay much too but in this day and age I can understand $15 an hour, thats only $2400 a month before income tax, SS, Medicare and most of those jobs don't provide med ins. They work people less then 40hrs a week so they are considered part time so even at that if you happen to break you arm or leg you're screwed. Let alone if it's someone with a family, if they have a family they would still need some kind of assistance to get by or possibly 2 jobs. We are lucky because I worked for the RR so we get a good pension but it would be hard for us to get by on that side of the mountains that's why we stay here. Cost of living here is probably 2/3 or less then what it is there. Just a little over a year to go and we will get an $800 a month raise cause Ginny will get Medicare. Man I hope we both make it.
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Well the SIL's keep a pretty close eye on what goes on and if he got really bad he'd be out of there. But he stays pretty much sober while she is up and has her on a schedule and she has breakfast, lunch and dinner at a specific time every day. He takes care of her catheter and does all of the stuff she can't another SIL takes care of all her financial stuff and she would know if there was $5 missing. I think she gives him an allowance. Shes the spinster of the family 65 never been married and probably has the first dollar she ever made. She was a mortgage broker but she is only around about once a week another SIL is there at least 2 times a week and she is the one that is with the older guy they bought half her property and he built a house in back of the property. I think he was hoping Marge and him would live there but it has sat empty for 3 or 4 years. He has it for sale but he wants $450000 for it and it probably is worth it. He built it himself and has everything in floor heating in the garage 3 car big Propane generator that comes on by itself if the power goes out plus once a week it starts up and runs for 30min. The living room is the size of our house the bedroom has a gas fireplace in it. It is really amazing and he like I said built it himself and paid for everything himself and he said he's not worried about selling it. He goes out and checks on her and 2 of the other BIL's go there at least once a week. She is really active in the church and they check on her a lot too so he can't get away with much but he definately needs help. When any of the other brothers or sisters come around he goes in his room or outside cause they won't take any crap off of him and none of them like him so its just one big happy disfunctional family. They have tried to get her into an assisted living place but she wants to stay right there. She's 87 and her thinking is still good she just doesn't get around real good and she live 10 miles from the nearest town which is small. He has to drive her anywhere she goes. Oh well it 1 month out of the year.Aw Legs I'm so sorry your family is having this problem. There has to be a way to get him out of there. He needs psychological help, badly. Meanwhile the family, and especially your MIL needs to be safe from him. Maybe a group complaint to the police who can direct you to agencies or lawyers. A visit with her doctor might also be helpful. If full time care can't be arranged maybe the best thing for your MIL might be transferring her to an assisted living place. I know, she doesn't want to, but someone would be there for her 24/7 and she'd be safe and clean and cared for. It's a tough decision and one that will be difficult for her to accept, but a lot of times it turns out that they end up enjoying it because of the distractions and friends they make. Ugh! See, thats why, if I make it that long, I'm going to scout out nursing homes so I can pick my own! Anyway, I do hope you really enjoy your time with your daughters and grandaughter. At least you have that to look forward to. Hope you have a blast with them!
{{{{{Myrany}}}}}Happy 4th of July everyone!!!
MIL is doing well after her surgery.
I managed to get a summer flu and spent a solid week miserable. I still don't have much energy but I am on the mend. Slow but sure wins the race.![]()
Can't like that. Best wishes, Mrs C!Thank you Willie
I hadn't posted it yet because I was and still am processing what's happened.
4 years ago my Dad was diagnosed w/stage 4 lung cancer. He spent a year fighting it with both chemo and rad treatments.
At the end of that year just after my Mom passed he finally came up clean on the tests and scans.
I didn't hear from him for a few weeks but that's not unusual with it being golf and model airplane season.
I knew he had not been feeling well, but he saw his GP and it was chalked up to being 83, having heart problems and never having fully recovered from the fight. On Father's Day when I called he told me that on a routine check from the oncologist the first of the month they found out the cancer is back and with a vengence. It's back in his lung and has spread to his liver. To far advanced to knock it out but chemo was an option to possibly slow it and get him some more quality time.
He started chemo but after the second dose he decided he just can't take the side effects. He didn't want to spend what time he has left in agony from the drugs.
I'm trying to remind myself he already stole 3 years back from the "C" and this time I won't be blindsided when the time comes like I was with Mom, but no daughter is ever truly ready to loose her Daddy.
Thank you Willie
I hadn't posted it yet because I was and still am processing what's happened.
4 years ago my Dad was diagnosed w/stage 4 lung cancer. He spent a year fighting it with both chemo and rad treatments.
At the end of that year just after my Mom passed he finally came up clean on the tests and scans.
I didn't hear from him for a few weeks but that's not unusual with it being golf and model airplane season.
I knew he had not been feeling well, but he saw his GP and it was chalked up to being 83, having heart problems and never having fully recovered from the fight. On Father's Day when I called he told me that on a routine check from the oncologist the first of the month they found out the cancer is back and with a vengence. It's back in his lung and has spread to his liver. To far advanced to knock it out but chemo was an option to possibly slow it and get him some more quality time.
He started chemo but after the second dose he decided he just can't take the side effects. He didn't want to spend what time he has left in agony from the drugs.
I'm trying to remind myself he already stole 3 years back from the "C" and this time I won't be blindsided when the time comes like I was with Mom, but no daughter is ever truly ready to loose her Daddy.
Thank you Willie
I hadn't posted it yet because I was and still am processing what's happened.
4 years ago my Dad was diagnosed w/stage 4 lung cancer. He spent a year fighting it with both chemo and rad treatments.
At the end of that year just after my Mom passed he finally came up clean on the tests and scans.
I didn't hear from him for a few weeks but that's not unusual with it being golf and model airplane season.
I knew he had not been feeling well, but he saw his GP and it was chalked up to being 83, having heart problems and never having fully recovered from the fight. On Father's Day when I called he told me that on a routine check from the oncologist the first of the month they found out the cancer is back and with a vengence. It's back in his lung and has spread to his liver. To far advanced to knock it out but chemo was an option to possibly slow it and get him some more quality time.
He started chemo but after the second dose he decided he just can't take the side effects. He didn't want to spend what time he has left in agony from the drugs.
I'm trying to remind myself he already stole 3 years back from the "C" and this time I won't be blindsided when the time comes like I was with Mom, but no daughter is ever truly ready to loose her Daddy.
I am home. Once I got sick I wasn't doing anyone any good.Great to hear 'bout your MIL, not so much fer your flu!
How long til ya get home?
You got it right there. The right setup is what it takes. So many times I have talked to friends and when I mention vaping and how it helped me put down the analogs, they tell me, "Oh no, I tried that vaping with one those things at the gas station. It didn't work for me". Their mind is made up and they don't want to try anything else.I was able to stop smoking instantly with my first decent set up.
Hearing this I couldn't help but chuckle. When I was young in the Navy I was a Parachute Rigger. I was stationed at Miramar, CA. One of the stories I heard was about a group of folks were going camping and rafting. They wanted to stay in contact so went to their friendly Rigger and "borrowed" a couple PRC-90 radios. These were emergency radios that were standard in the kits aboard aircraft. What they didn't take into consideration was that the frequencies were monitored by emergency services and the Coast Guard. It did not turn out good for the group or their friendly Rigger.@2legsshrt , I am SO sorry to hear about this Family situation. That makes me want to hurt somebody.
On another note, I really DO enjoy working with younger people. They help keep my childish wonder alive. Last night, one of the young kids I work with had an expired flare he had been holding on to. After work last night him, and another one of the guys and me decided to head out to the beach to see if it still worked. I wish I had taken my camera. Anyway, our fervent prayer was that there was no Coast Guard hanging around anywhere and that we wouldn't cause any problems. We had to use a flashlight to get the beach. That's how dark it was. However, once the kid got the flare going, it lit up the whole doggone beach!!!!
For me, it was one of the most bizarre, awesome things I've ever seen!! I guess if anybody on the shrimp boats saw it, they were probably thinking "Uh...probably some damned drunks on the island acting up."