One great thing about my Dad, he is rarely seen without a camera in hand. The evidence is captured here as he takes a picture of some unsuspecting grandchild. We consider him our very own family photographer.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Taking A Picture Of The Unsuspecting Photographer
One great thing about my Dad, he is rarely seen without a camera in hand. The evidence is captured here as he takes a picture of some unsuspecting grandchild. We consider him our very own family photographer.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Have You Ever Seen A View Like This
Shaun in spongebob underwear sporting a golf club as a sword while playing make-pretend cooking with his little brother with Mom Mom's tupperware.
Girard College
As I mentioned in yesterday's post, the youngest Keller child who was born in 1889 and named Geo (George) was located in the 1900 census records as being a student at Girard College. When I originally researched the Keller family years ago, I knew that John and Elisabeth Keller's youngest child was a boy named Geo. But I could not find him in any records after his 1889 birth and came to the conclusion that he may have died in infancy or shortly thereafter.
Well, I am happy to tell you that Geo did survive infancy and childhood and like many male children of the time, he was sent to a boarding school known as Girard College.
Girard College is not a college but a boarding school for children from orphaned or poor single parent homes that provides an education from 1st to 12th grades. The school is still opened today but things have changed in the 150 years since its creation by French Immigrant, Stephen Girard.
Stephen Girard was born 1750 in Bordeaux France. At age 21 years old, he captained his own ship and came to America. He settled in Philadelphia and by the end of his life in 1831 was known as the richest man in America. He was also a very generous man and believed that all male children should have a proper education so in his will he left one of the largest private charitable donations to have a school built for the education of poor white orphan boys who lost their fathers.
In 1848, Girard College opened its doors to poor white fatherless boys and educated them for the trades and professions in its time.
Geo Keller was eleven years old in 1900 and had lost his father ten years earlier in 1890. I can only conclude that being the youngest child in a family where the father died and the mother did not have the means to educate him properly is why he was sent to Girard College. His mother Elisabeth would die in 1904.
I was able to locate Geo once again in the 1910 census records where he lived as a boarder. He was no longer at Girard College. I could not find Geo in 1920 census records.
Today, Girard College is still a boarding school for poor children but it now accepts all children regardless of gender or race. The school's focus is on preparing children for college.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Keller Family History Update
John G. and Elisabeth Keller are my great great grandparents. (see family history link) They are the parents of my great grandmother Mary Keller. Mary Keller married my great grandfather William Gallagher. They are the parents of my grandfather William Gallagher. William Gallagher married Anna Marie McCaffery and together they had five children, William, John, Eugene, Mary (my mother) and Ann Marie.
As of June 13, 2006 I know that John Keller was born in 1837 in Baden Germany. He came to this country in 1858 and lived with his mother Susannah Keller and two brothers Frederick Keller and Gotlieb Keller according to the 1860 Census in Philadelphia. In 1860, John was known as Jacob Gotlieb and was listed as being 23 years old. Gotlieb was listed as being 21 years old and Frederick was listed as being 16 years old. Their mother Susannah was listed as being 59 years old. (please note census records are recorded the year before and because many immigrants did not speak proper English some information taken at the census may be incorrect)
The next census taken in Philadelphia was for the year 1870. Susannah Keller was listed as being 66 years old and the only child listed at home was her youngest son Frederick Keller listed as being 24 years old and worked in a Rolling Mill. (again take note of the age differences between 1860-1870 records) In 1870, John (Jacob) Keller was listed as being 32 years old and worked in a Rolling Mill. He was married to Elisabeth and her age was listed as being 21 years old. What is a new piece of information about this census record is Elisabeth’s place of birth is listed as Austria. Until now, I did not know where Elisabeth was born. It is also interesting that her “maiden” name may have also been Keller. John and Elisabeth did not have any children in 1870. It also should be noted that during the Civil War, John was in the 15th New York and fought at the Battle of Gettysburg. I could not find Gotlieb in the 1870 census records.
Unfortunately for us, the 1890 census records burn in a fire. Therefore, the next available census records I could research were for the year 1900.
In 1900 Elisabeth was a widow with three children living at home, Mary, (our direct descendant) Annie and John. What is a valuable piece of new information is the youngest child of John and Elisabeth Keller known as Geo (George) who was born in 1889 one year before John Keller, (his father) died in a fiery steel mill accident was found in 1900 as a student at Girard College. (more to follow about Girard College) Frederick Keller was listed as being married to a woman named Mary and they had several children listed. Some of these children shared first names which made me take a second and third look at the census records in case my eyes were playing tricks on me. I can only conclude that these children were known by their middle names. Children listed were Mary M. born January 1, 1882 followed by John F. born January 10, 1883. Mary E. was born December 23, 1884. William was born November 14, 1886 followed by Harry who was born December 12, 1888. John was born April 1, 1892 (no middle initial) and the youngest child Margaret was born February 10, 1894.
Gotlieb was also in the 1900 census records. He was married to a woman named Anna and children listed were a set of triplets born in May 1876. One triplet was named Anna L; another was listed as Alberdina but the third daughter (triplet) I could barely make out her name. It looked like Cansia. Johanna was born in July 1879 followed by Maria in July 1887 then Charles (only son) born in March 1889. Susannah the mother of John, Frederick and Gotlieb was not listed and is presumed deceased.
In the 1910 census records I could not find Gotlieb Keller. John Keller had died in 1890 and his wife Elisabeth had died in 1904. Frederick was listed as still living with his wife Mary. Children still at home in 1910 were William, Harry, John and Margaret. George Keller was also listed but he was now a boarder not a student at Girard College.
In the 1920 census records, Frederick and Mary are not listed and are presumed deceased. I was able to find three of their children. John F. now known as Frederick Jr. is listed married to Bessie and they do not have children. Harry was listed as being married to Margaret and they had three children listed. Wellington was 7 years old followed by Gordon who was 4 years old. The third child listed was 22 month old Mary Jane. William was married to Jeanne and they had two children, William age 3 years old and Lucy age 2 years old. I could not find George Keller in the 1920 records.
The 1930 census is not yet out for review.
As of June 13, 2006 I know that John Keller was born in 1837 in Baden Germany. He came to this country in 1858 and lived with his mother Susannah Keller and two brothers Frederick Keller and Gotlieb Keller according to the 1860 Census in Philadelphia. In 1860, John was known as Jacob Gotlieb and was listed as being 23 years old. Gotlieb was listed as being 21 years old and Frederick was listed as being 16 years old. Their mother Susannah was listed as being 59 years old. (please note census records are recorded the year before and because many immigrants did not speak proper English some information taken at the census may be incorrect)
The next census taken in Philadelphia was for the year 1870. Susannah Keller was listed as being 66 years old and the only child listed at home was her youngest son Frederick Keller listed as being 24 years old and worked in a Rolling Mill. (again take note of the age differences between 1860-1870 records) In 1870, John (Jacob) Keller was listed as being 32 years old and worked in a Rolling Mill. He was married to Elisabeth and her age was listed as being 21 years old. What is a new piece of information about this census record is Elisabeth’s place of birth is listed as Austria. Until now, I did not know where Elisabeth was born. It is also interesting that her “maiden” name may have also been Keller. John and Elisabeth did not have any children in 1870. It also should be noted that during the Civil War, John was in the 15th New York and fought at the Battle of Gettysburg. I could not find Gotlieb in the 1870 census records.
Unfortunately for us, the 1890 census records burn in a fire. Therefore, the next available census records I could research were for the year 1900.
In 1900 Elisabeth was a widow with three children living at home, Mary, (our direct descendant) Annie and John. What is a valuable piece of new information is the youngest child of John and Elisabeth Keller known as Geo (George) who was born in 1889 one year before John Keller, (his father) died in a fiery steel mill accident was found in 1900 as a student at Girard College. (more to follow about Girard College) Frederick Keller was listed as being married to a woman named Mary and they had several children listed. Some of these children shared first names which made me take a second and third look at the census records in case my eyes were playing tricks on me. I can only conclude that these children were known by their middle names. Children listed were Mary M. born January 1, 1882 followed by John F. born January 10, 1883. Mary E. was born December 23, 1884. William was born November 14, 1886 followed by Harry who was born December 12, 1888. John was born April 1, 1892 (no middle initial) and the youngest child Margaret was born February 10, 1894.
Gotlieb was also in the 1900 census records. He was married to a woman named Anna and children listed were a set of triplets born in May 1876. One triplet was named Anna L; another was listed as Alberdina but the third daughter (triplet) I could barely make out her name. It looked like Cansia. Johanna was born in July 1879 followed by Maria in July 1887 then Charles (only son) born in March 1889. Susannah the mother of John, Frederick and Gotlieb was not listed and is presumed deceased.
In the 1910 census records I could not find Gotlieb Keller. John Keller had died in 1890 and his wife Elisabeth had died in 1904. Frederick was listed as still living with his wife Mary. Children still at home in 1910 were William, Harry, John and Margaret. George Keller was also listed but he was now a boarder not a student at Girard College.
In the 1920 census records, Frederick and Mary are not listed and are presumed deceased. I was able to find three of their children. John F. now known as Frederick Jr. is listed married to Bessie and they do not have children. Harry was listed as being married to Margaret and they had three children listed. Wellington was 7 years old followed by Gordon who was 4 years old. The third child listed was 22 month old Mary Jane. William was married to Jeanne and they had two children, William age 3 years old and Lucy age 2 years old. I could not find George Keller in the 1920 records.
The 1930 census is not yet out for review.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Who Is This Kid
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I was taken over by an alien. Do not let the cute face fool you because behind all that cuteness is a demon with the power to control the universe around him. I know because it happen to me first hand and I had to ask , "Who are you and what have you done with Nikolas"?Nikolas is my sweet and gentle grandson who takes a nap everyday, goes to bed by 8p everynight and listens to his MOM MOM.
But the kid who came to visit yesterday was not any of these things. He was someone who did not listen, would not take a nap and refused to go to bed until 10p. His vocabulary that generally consists of about fifty or more words was reduced to just a few; NO NO NO, MINE MINE MINE and GIVE ME GIVE ME GIVE ME. At one point, I looked upward to the heavens and shouted "Stop It Stop It Stop It".
At first, I thought maybe my son dropped off someone else's kid. Or that maybe while Nikolas was asleep some other life form climbed into his bedroom window during the night and crawled into that sweet and gentle body. At one point during his outburst of NO NO NO, GIVE ME GIVE ME and MINE MINE MINE, I thought horns would surely grow out from each side of his head. I even considered looking for the numbers 666 on his skull.
He insisted on climbing up on the coffee table then the kitchen table before climbing fully clothed into the tub. He insisted on jumping on the bed then the the sofa, playing with the outlets, flushing the toilet nonstop and finally biting his older brother Shaun squarely on his back. (left teeth marks and all).
Then something incredible happened.
He went to sleep and when he awoke, the demon alien was gone and he was back to being that sweet and gentle loving child, we all know and love.
There can only be two conclusions to these turn of events; he really was possessed by an alien or my sweet darling Nikolas has entered the stage of THE TERRIBLE TWOS.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Exercise "A Word I Fear The Most"
Cancun 2005I have to be honest, brutally honest. I hate anything that has to do with exercise. Even the word said in my presence makes me shiver with that icy cold feeling you can only experience in a Philadelphia Blizzard.
I have a friend who exercises each and every day, rain or shine or even during a snow storm. Everyday she tells me all the details from the previous day's agenda. She explains in great detail how many miles she walked after she worked an eight hour day. How much time she spent on the treadmill. What equipment she used and for how long at the gym. I rarely ever see the girl eat anything more than salad, let alone a slice of anything that resembles a cake.
But I have to admit, she can still wear a bikini and she looks great in it. (we spent a week in Cancun last fall)
Now for myself; anything that resembles working out is torture. To me, a salad is the beginning of the meal not the meal itself. And yes, I love anything that resembles a slice of cake . Of course, my bikini days were also over a long time ago.
Well, things have got to change. Painfully change, I may add. I am nearly out of surgery two weeks and I have sadly noticed that I lost the muscle tone in the upper part of my right arm. To call it "lost" muscle tone is just the more pleasant word for "blubber".
I am now required to do something I dread the most.
It is called exercise.
With weights.
How ever will I survive?
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
The Dress
So you are thinking, what is up with a "blog" picture of a dress? Well, if you come from a family like mine, you would know that anything that has to do with a dress (buying, wearing) is like having a relic, they are few and far between.
We are a family where the male species has dominance. Take for instance my parents; they were blessed with three sons and two daughters. Those sons and daughters populated the family further by giving the parents fourteen grandchildren, two great grandchildren with a third due to make its presence in November.
Out of these fourteen plus two grands/great children, thirteen are males ranging in ages 19 months to 28 years old. The three females are 25, 21 and 2.
As you can see, it has been a very very very long time since anyone has had the delight of buying little girl dresses. So in honor of what is certainly a minority in this family, I decided to buy this dress for little two year old Grace.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
To Be Free Again
There is something to be said "when one's stitches have finally been removed".
It is amazing how much less your pain is..........................................................
It is the little things in life that make me happy.
It is amazing how much less your pain is..........................................................
It is the little things in life that make me happy.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Recovery Steps For Subacromial Decompression "Phrase I"
Phase 1 - First 2 weeks
Wound care as outlined on the Shoulder Arthroscopy Rehabilitation page
You have been provided with a sling comfort but try to do without it if you can.
You can use the arm with no restrictions below shoulder height
You may actively lift the arm above shoulder level but this will be painful
Use the good arm to lift the operated arm above shoulder height several times day (passive stretching to prevent stiffness)
Try to avoid carrying anything greater than 2Kg as this will be painful
Start the rehabilitation exercises on the instruction sheet as soon as possible
Aim to do the exercises 10 times each, 3 times a day
Wound care as outlined on the Shoulder Arthroscopy Rehabilitation page
You have been provided with a sling comfort but try to do without it if you can.
You can use the arm with no restrictions below shoulder height
You may actively lift the arm above shoulder level but this will be painful
Use the good arm to lift the operated arm above shoulder height several times day (passive stretching to prevent stiffness)
Try to avoid carrying anything greater than 2Kg as this will be painful
Start the rehabilitation exercises on the instruction sheet as soon as possible
Aim to do the exercises 10 times each, 3 times a day
Friday, June 09, 2006
Some Things Are So Funny You Need To Write About Them
A conversation with my mother about a girl getting married
Mom "Colleen is getting married in October"
"She is such a nice girl, she takes him from
the Nursing Home every week"
Me "What!?!?!?!?"
Mom "Oh I meant she takes her father-in-law-to-be
out of the Nursing Home"
A Conversation with my grandson Shaun regarding his pre-K graduation
Me "Mom Mom's stitches still hurt really bad'
" I will not be able to go to your graduation
today"
Shaun "Mom Mom, you should have gotten my
Dad's doctor and went to my Dad's
hospital because when I got stitches
in my chin my Dad's doctor gave me
medicine so it would not hurt"
"Mom Mom, you went to the wrong doctor"
Sitting in a neighborhood diner with my mother observing two girls sitting at the table next to us having lunch together but both girls were on their cell phones taking to other people.
Me "Mom, take a look over there"
Mom "Well, it is nice to know they enjoy each other's
company so much, they both need to be on the
phone at the same time while out to lunch"
Mom "Colleen is getting married in October"
"She is such a nice girl, she takes him from
the Nursing Home every week"
Me "What!?!?!?!?"
Mom "Oh I meant she takes her father-in-law-to-be
out of the Nursing Home"
A Conversation with my grandson Shaun regarding his pre-K graduation
Me "Mom Mom's stitches still hurt really bad'
" I will not be able to go to your graduation
today"
Shaun "Mom Mom, you should have gotten my
Dad's doctor and went to my Dad's
hospital because when I got stitches
in my chin my Dad's doctor gave me
medicine so it would not hurt"
"Mom Mom, you went to the wrong doctor"
Sitting in a neighborhood diner with my mother observing two girls sitting at the table next to us having lunch together but both girls were on their cell phones taking to other people.
Me "Mom, take a look over there"
Mom "Well, it is nice to know they enjoy each other's
company so much, they both need to be on the
phone at the same time while out to lunch"
How to Delay The Pain After A Subacromial Decompression
Before the Anestheologist knocks you out he carefully inserts a needle into the side of your neck to administer a nerve blocking medication that numbs your shoulder/arm. However, there are two problems with this procedure. Number one; he gives it to you before he puts you asleep so you can inform him that "said" nerve block is working. I do not know about you but having a needle inserted into the side of your neck is not a pleasant experience. Somehow they need to come up with a way to do it after you have been knocked out. Number two; the nerve block has this habit of wearing off in about 6 to 8 hours after surgery which means you will probably be awaken in agonizing pain like I was two in the morning.
Then while you are asleep a catherer is placed into your shoulder that is connected to a pump that administers a local pain killer directly into the affected area. The only problems I found with this pain killer/pump process was it is on a timer so it administers the medication in intervals. (Sometimes you need it administered more quickly) Also, it only lasts for about forty eight hours, so after it is empty, you need to have it removed (or do it yourself like I did with your mother looking on in a horror.) and it is at this time you experience what post-surgical shoulder pain is really all about.
Finally, there is that true blue bottle of percoset to comfort you before, during and most importantly, after that nerve block and pain pump are removed. The down side about these little white pills is that they tend to wear off.
Then while you are asleep a catherer is placed into your shoulder that is connected to a pump that administers a local pain killer directly into the affected area. The only problems I found with this pain killer/pump process was it is on a timer so it administers the medication in intervals. (Sometimes you need it administered more quickly) Also, it only lasts for about forty eight hours, so after it is empty, you need to have it removed (or do it yourself like I did with your mother looking on in a horror.) and it is at this time you experience what post-surgical shoulder pain is really all about.
Finally, there is that true blue bottle of percoset to comfort you before, during and most importantly, after that nerve block and pain pump are removed. The down side about these little white pills is that they tend to wear off.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
My Case In Point
Noticeable white scar where "Billy Bob" tattoo once was located.
"Billy Bob" (one of her ex's) tattooed on her forearm.So all you guys and gals out there who want that current "love of your life" tattooed on your forearm, remember this - it takes a hell of a lot of make-up to cover that scar once surgically removed.
Body Art "The New Obsession"
I just do not get it. What is so attractive about this new retro culture called and I say this loosely, Body Art? When I think of Art, I think of something of beauty like a painting or a sculptor or even a well designed building. I can tell you what I do not think when I hear the word Art are tattoos or body piercings all over one's body.
Besides the health risks which I will not bore you with now. Why do people think multi body piercings and tattoos are attractive? I am not talking about someone's cute little flower or butterfly on their ankle, I am talking about not one, not two, not three, but several outrageous and/or down right gross looking characters on one's legs, forearms, backs, shoulders, necks, ect. ect. And worst yet, I see them on young girls. Have these girls any idea what these tattoos all over their bodies will look like in ten or twenty years? Better yet exactly what type of career are they going to get. I have yet to see a professional person with noticeable tattoos on their bodies. If they have them, they are covered up. But unless you are going to wear a sweater or turtleneck everyday for the rest of your life, you cannot cover up those huge tattoos covering your forearm or neck. And let's talk about those piercings, does anyone really need ten holes along the outside of their ear? I would think not! But at least these can be removed when one grows tired of them. But those tattoos, they stay forever.
Working with the public is an education in human behavior. You meet a lot of different people. You get to see a lot of "Body Art". What I have noticed is some folks actually have an obsession or addiction to this culture. They start out with a few piercings in their ears and they move on until the entire parameter of the ear is filled with holes. Then they have their tongue and belly pierced. Then they add a piercing or two to their nose or eyebrow. Then before you know it, their cloritus or penis is pierced to add a matching touch to their already twice pierced breast nipple. And I say " Good God " where does it end? I probably do not want to have that question answered.
And who wants to see Jesus Christ tattooed on someone's neck or f_ _ k you across one's eye lids? I hardly find that attractive!
And when I see these things tattooed on someone's body and/or parts, I just want to take my hands and place them on their shoulders and shake them while screaming in a very loud voice, "What were you thinking"?
I am sure the answer would most certainly be "I was not thinking at all".
So when I encounter a young girl with her boyfriend's name tattooed on her forearm (even though we know he will not be around next year) and multi holes covering unknown parts of her body or the guy with the Blessed Mother and Jesus Christ on his neck, I will continue to shake my head in bewilderment and wonder "What the hell were they thinking"?
Besides the health risks which I will not bore you with now. Why do people think multi body piercings and tattoos are attractive? I am not talking about someone's cute little flower or butterfly on their ankle, I am talking about not one, not two, not three, but several outrageous and/or down right gross looking characters on one's legs, forearms, backs, shoulders, necks, ect. ect. And worst yet, I see them on young girls. Have these girls any idea what these tattoos all over their bodies will look like in ten or twenty years? Better yet exactly what type of career are they going to get. I have yet to see a professional person with noticeable tattoos on their bodies. If they have them, they are covered up. But unless you are going to wear a sweater or turtleneck everyday for the rest of your life, you cannot cover up those huge tattoos covering your forearm or neck. And let's talk about those piercings, does anyone really need ten holes along the outside of their ear? I would think not! But at least these can be removed when one grows tired of them. But those tattoos, they stay forever.
Working with the public is an education in human behavior. You meet a lot of different people. You get to see a lot of "Body Art". What I have noticed is some folks actually have an obsession or addiction to this culture. They start out with a few piercings in their ears and they move on until the entire parameter of the ear is filled with holes. Then they have their tongue and belly pierced. Then they add a piercing or two to their nose or eyebrow. Then before you know it, their cloritus or penis is pierced to add a matching touch to their already twice pierced breast nipple. And I say " Good God " where does it end? I probably do not want to have that question answered.
And who wants to see Jesus Christ tattooed on someone's neck or f_ _ k you across one's eye lids? I hardly find that attractive!
And when I see these things tattooed on someone's body and/or parts, I just want to take my hands and place them on their shoulders and shake them while screaming in a very loud voice, "What were you thinking"?
I am sure the answer would most certainly be "I was not thinking at all".
So when I encounter a young girl with her boyfriend's name tattooed on her forearm (even though we know he will not be around next year) and multi holes covering unknown parts of her body or the guy with the Blessed Mother and Jesus Christ on his neck, I will continue to shake my head in bewilderment and wonder "What the hell were they thinking"?
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Taking For Granted
Being right handed and not being able to raise that arm above your waist certainly has its disadvantages. Actually, I cannot think of one advantage it does have.
Until my surgery, I took a lot of simple everyday things for granted such as brushing and washing my own hair. Nor did I ever suspect that cutting my food without it sailing off the plate and across the floor would ever be a challenge. Everyday post- surgical life has been interesting so far. You should see how much fun it is to dress myself. Forget about handwriting anything. Typing with one hand even on the opposite less dominate hand is much easier.
Sitting in an upright human position is also difficult. So any kind of sitting these days requires a multitude of pillows behind my back supporting my shoulder.
What is even more difficult these days is being stuck at home listening to my neighbor next door singing loud and off key while sawing wood and drilling whatever. I have decided this is not very good for my recovery never-the-less my temper. There was even one point were I actually yelled in my own very loud voice "dear god, just shut up". However, I doubt he heard me since that nerve-piercing-I want to shoot him or myself-loud foul mouth off key screeching-that he probably considers singing- want-a-be-rock-star-contractor has not stopped.
It is at these times I wish I was back at my parent's Washington Crossing home where I spent the first three nights after my surgery. And all I can say is "Thank God" because god only knows how long the want-to-be-sawing-drilling-rock-star next door has been at it.
Besides, staying at my parent's house was like staying at a five star all paid expense resort for the rich and famous. That is exactly how I felt staying there. Where else can one get 24 hour a day service? Where else can one person have the choice of sitting among four different sofas?
Or four toilets to pee in?
Or three people who catered to you personally?
I want to go back.
Until my surgery, I took a lot of simple everyday things for granted such as brushing and washing my own hair. Nor did I ever suspect that cutting my food without it sailing off the plate and across the floor would ever be a challenge. Everyday post- surgical life has been interesting so far. You should see how much fun it is to dress myself. Forget about handwriting anything. Typing with one hand even on the opposite less dominate hand is much easier.
Sitting in an upright human position is also difficult. So any kind of sitting these days requires a multitude of pillows behind my back supporting my shoulder.
What is even more difficult these days is being stuck at home listening to my neighbor next door singing loud and off key while sawing wood and drilling whatever. I have decided this is not very good for my recovery never-the-less my temper. There was even one point were I actually yelled in my own very loud voice "dear god, just shut up". However, I doubt he heard me since that nerve-piercing-I want to shoot him or myself-loud foul mouth off key screeching-that he probably considers singing- want-a-be-rock-star-contractor has not stopped.
It is at these times I wish I was back at my parent's Washington Crossing home where I spent the first three nights after my surgery. And all I can say is "Thank God" because god only knows how long the want-to-be-sawing-drilling-rock-star next door has been at it.
Besides, staying at my parent's house was like staying at a five star all paid expense resort for the rich and famous. That is exactly how I felt staying there. Where else can one get 24 hour a day service? Where else can one person have the choice of sitting among four different sofas?
Or four toilets to pee in?
Or three people who catered to you personally?
I want to go back.
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