Saturday, January 25, 2014

saturday morning in the 'hood





Jeff tooled off to work hours ago. In-between coffee, facebook, surfing the net... I've begun a crockpot of red beans to go with the chicken I have planned for dinner this evening.

It's a beautiful morning; blue skies, sunshine with somewhat coolish temps that promise to climb into the lower 70's by this afternoon.

I began reading Days of Fire, Bush and Cheney in the White House last night. It's written by Peter Baker the Chief White House Correspondent for the New York Times. Love his writing; a writer who can write a story that immediately grips you and is fast moving. Reading is on my to do list of things this afternoon. I also have to catch up with my family Shutterfly album for 2014... I'm slacking. And there's some writing I want to do. I'm taking it easy this weekend while I still am getting over this pneumonia.


                                                             Days of Fire

Next weekend I really want to paint the living room fire place/book case wall. However, every time I say this, I appear to jinx myself. And since I wrote that and didn't say it out loud it just may get to happen.



Sunday, January 19, 2014

farewell (Bob Cartelli, 11.17.51 to 1.19.14)




I'm mourning the loss of one of my dearest friends, Robert Cartelli, 63. Bob and his wife Sheila have been one of my bff's since high school and an integral part of my family and life since we met all those many years ago. We've shared so many of life's moments together; the birth of our children, the loss of our parents and everything in-between. Bob is Tara's Godfather. He has magnanimously fought cancer this past year and choose when to leave on his terms. Monday, he stopped all chemo treatments, left the hospital,returning home to be with family. Below is a post from his brother in law on facebook:

Hi, this is Bob Alley again. Susan called a short time ago and wanted us to know that Bob Cartelli passed on to a better place this morning between 3:00 and 4:00 am pacific time. He woke up and said a few words to BJ and went back to sleep. Sue found him gone around 4am. Keep the family in your prayers. Its been a road travelled and we must help ensure peace ahead for them. I've posted the same message on Sue's site as well.

                                                                LOOKING BACK




Bob and Sheila newlyweds, just out of high school, in their first place. 



Bob and baby Robert Joseph always known as BJ.


 
Bob taking 5
 
We will miss Bob's great wit, his enthusiasm for life, his compassion, his brilliance; living in Silicon Valley Bob was a mastermind with programming/computer analysis. He and Sheila enjoyed a beautiful home and lifestyle where he was able to retire very early. I am so glad they had that time together. 


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

life, who knew?

Being sick, really sick... is exhausting. Erma Bombeck comes to mind.... the grass is always greener over the septic tank... if only.


I went in to my doctor yesterday and one of the last instructions he gave me was REST. Get as much rest as possible this week. Then he handed hospital paperwork and an RX that filled the entire page w/directives.

I drove a few short blocks over to CVS where you have to wait in line. Then when you are called and they read the RX they ask you to step over to the Drop Off counter where they go into their computer entering ALL the info and politely tell you there will be a 15-20 minute wait.

After the allotted time they page you on the intercom. Then you go back into line that now is to the length of the aisle it's located in. Then yippee! It's your turn to walk up and pick up your medication. But, wait a minute you have to tap on the mini computer w/it's pen,  give the pharmacy clerk your DOB, sign your name, give the pharmacy clerk your Cares Card, then run your ATM card. They hand you a mile high print out of coupons and then they hand over your RX bag, then they yell over to the pharmacist, Consultation! You are then directed to the Consultation counter where they come over and explain how to take the meds, etcetera. Well, that is... unless you get a pharmacist who is subbing for your pharmacist as I did yesterday. 
 
This amused me in a... are you kidding me? kinda way. She is reading the directions, then says to me in regards to an antibiotic, that is really 2 antibiotics in one, and that are ginormous horse pills (this to a girl with a gag reflex for meds to begin with...) Take this one time a day, in the morning. The actual directions on the label that she has just typed reads: Take 1 tablet, twice a day (for 20 days). Her response, when I call her on this is... Right.

Alrighty then, moving on... Next on my list is a steroid/prednisone. The directions are mind-boggling. Take 4 tabs daily x3 days. Then 3 tabs daily x3 days. Then 2 tabs daily x3. Then 1 tab daily x3 days. (I now have created a log to keep track of these after each dose).

I came home and collapsed. I couldn't nap because did I mention that prednisone keeps you awake? So, I called my doctor to hear if my insurance had approved the CT scan. Nothing back yet. Which is typical, you soon learn that your time frame of when it would be convenient for you to have this test means nothing to them.

What I have learned about the medication that I'm on this week-- it's changed every week for the last 4 weeks, is that it tears up my stomach, makes me nauseous, and yet, at the same time I'm absolutely ravenous, beyond hungry, but I can only eat extremely small portions. I've lost 6 lbs., but wouldn't recommend this avenue for achieving that goal. 

Rewind to the above instructions to rest. So, I had to fast after mid-night as I had to get blood work done this morning at the hospital. And we all know that we go to the hospital to get rest, NOT. So, there I was... starving, caffeine depraved, wide awake because of the steroid and exhausted.  Which is the perfect condition to fill out paperwork, then wait in the waiting room. I don't think WAITING and RESTING are the same thing. Afterwards, I wandered down to Radiology to find out about my CT scan. Not approved yet. They'll call me when it is and schedule a date and time.

Then home. I see that Johnny's chicken has escaped it's pen, from 2 doors down the street, the chicken is forever on the lam hiding out somewhere she's not supposed to be, only in my neighborhood... I yell out at her as she cuts in front of me in the driveway, heading to our side yard, You're on your own! I am not chasing you and taking you home. Good luck with the outdoor gang little chicken! She is actually quite large and plump... Risotto (our guard) cat would have no thoughts about chasing her out of the yard and down the street in a second-- just as fast as her little chicken legs would carry her.

My first stop, of course, was the kitchen for food-like substance and caffeine. I decided on blueberry yogurt, a banana, and coffee in my fav demitasse coffee cup with a splash of Amaretto flavored creamer. What I've found is that the steroid makes me wired and hungry, while the antibiotics continue to rip my stomach. So, of course, I was once again starving at lunch. I also find that I am craving fresh veggies and greens, more so than usual, and I consume a lot of them on a daily basis, anyway. Lunch consisted of 1/2 avocado, 1 sliced tomato and a salsa bowl filled 1/4 of the way with veggie chili. And I have to drink tons of water, which I do daily, like 1 1/2 liter a day. For a change of pace I intersperse this with juices. One of my favs is raspberry, blueberry and purple carrot-- it's really super yummy. Save Mart carries it.

And, of course, being on this stuff makes you loopie, although, I refused to accept that... until I went in to the kitchen when Jeff was cheffing up dinner last night. I was in search of a can of Grapeade. I'm talking to Jeff, blissfully unaware of what I'm doing, I opened the can, stuck my straw in... and noticed, this didn't taste like Grapeade, there was a carbonation, but what the carbonation was and it's flavor wouldn't register until I began to walk out the door of the kitchen towards the master bedroom. I backtracked and said, Jeff this isn't Grapeade... looking at the can it read, Stella Artois. I had inadvertently opened the beer. This isn't what I want. WTH!!! Jeff is doubled-over with laughter, I tend to have that effect on him a lot. He took the beer and I paid close attention that I opened the right can. Gadzooks! Erin had warned me these meds would make me loopy...

Saturday, January 11, 2014

relapse, resting and writing

 

 
Pneumonia. I just seem unable to escape it. If I thought the first round was brutal... having a relapse is proving to me it was a walk in the park in comparison. When I went in to see my doctor Wednesday afternoon she was very concerned (for a variety of reasons). Grounding me to bed rest, another round of antibiotics, etcetera. The cough is just not going away, my voice when I have it is unrecognizable, just kinda garbled and hoarse. I really hate being this ill... when I could be doing so very many other things.
 
I think the best inventions since sliced bread are wifi and a laptop computer. Even though I haven't been up to writing, it's nice to be able to scope out what family and friends are doing via facebook in real time.
 
Reading online headline news which has ALL seemed rather prophetic this week with a solar flare canceling airline flights Thursday.
 
 
 
 
The US polar vortex occurring in the mid-west to the east coast. Who'd have ever thunk they would ever see the cascading falls of the mighty Niagra freeze?  Or, the freezing of Lake Michigan looking like some kinda of lunar sci-fi movie stage? Unimaginable and yet... they have. Crazy.
 
 

 
 
Today, we have the passing of former Prime Minister Ariel Sharon, 85, which I think, is a harbinger of a new age.
 
 
 
 
It's a good day to be inside as it's overcast w/coolish temps and a light wind. I'm watching our ancient cedar's branches sway rhythmically, side to side, just above the patio roof. 
 
Whatever you do today, enjoy!
 
 

Sunday, January 5, 2014

kitchell family history... for Sarah.

                                            Joseph Kitchell, Samuel Kitchell's grandfather


Notes about the
KITCHELL family

As published in "Whallon and Kitchell Families"
by Edward Payson Whallon, 1932
The first of the family to come to this country was Robert Kitchell, who landed at New Haven in 1639, his wife being Margaret Sheaffe, daughter of Rev. Edward Sheaffe, of Cranbrooke, Kent, England. They left England April 20, 1639, with a company of Puritan refugees, led by Rev. Henry Whitfield, in the first vessel, The Arabella, that anchored in the harbor of Quinnipiac, now New Haven, Conn. Robert Kitchell was born in England in 1604, and died in 1672. His wife died in 1682. While on shipboard the Plantation Covenant was signed, in which the Puritans agreed to remain together, the first name to the Covenant being that of Mr. Robert Kitchell, the "Mr." designating him as a "Gentleman Commoner," or some such rank of sub-noble dignity. They soon settled at Guilford. These settlers were generally men of character, culture and substance, several of them being of University training, and Robert Kitchell held a large place among them in all trusts and dignities. Samuel Kitchell, his son, married Grace Pierson, daughter of Rev. Abraham Pierson, pastor of the Guilford Church. Laxness of views spreading through the colony, Dr. Abraham Pierson was asked by the "Fundamentalists," as they classified themselves, to find a new home for them and their church. He first organized a church at Southampton, Long Island, and then, going to the territory now occupied by Newark, N.J., he secured this for his people and sent word to them to come down as a Colony and Church, Samuel Kitchell, his son-in-law, being with him there from the first, as one of the founders of Newark. The Guilford Church and people became re-established at Newark, and Dr. Abraham Pierson became the first pastor of the First Presbyterian Church of Newark. Robert Kitchell became known as "the benefactor of Newark." Dr. Pierson's son, Dr. Abraham Pierson, was his assistant and successor as pastor, and became founder and first President of Yale College, his statue in bronze now standing on the campus. The daughter, Grace Pierson Kitchell, wife of Samuel, is the mother of all the American Kitchells. The Kitchell family grew into a large and influential family in New Jersey and other states, becoming associated by marriage with many other prominent and influential families, as Tuttle, Farrand, Baldwin, Houghton, Gardner, Willis, Land, Pierson, Mulford, Sayre, Peck, Bruen, Lindsley, Howard and others. Abraham Kitchell, son of Samuel and Grace Pierson Kitchell, was born at Newark in 1679 and died December 12, 1741. He married Sarah Bruen, who was born in 1679 and died April 20, 1745, daughter of John and Esther Laurence Bruen, and they had four sons and three daughters: Samuel, born 1704 and died November, 1732; Joseph, born 1710 and died December 24, 1789, who married Rachel Bates, who died December 24, 1789; John, born 1714, and died January 9, 1777, who married Marie Phoenice Keziah Ball, daughter of Caleb Ball and Mercy Parkhurst; David, born 1723 and died December 26, 1753, who married Ruth Tuttle, who was born 1713, and died April 4, 1780; Grace, who married Benjamin Lindsley; Mary Allis, who married Paul Leonard; Abigail, who married Edmund Crane. Daniel Kitchell, son of John and Keziah Ball Kitchell, came to Cincinnati in 1788 and his name stands as the first of the eight charter members who organized the First Presbyterian Church of Cincinnati, in 1790. The family that descended from this Daniel Kitchell, changed the name to Kitchel, for some reason, and carry this as the family name. President H. D. Kitchel, of Middlebury College, chose this spelling, although Robert Kitchell, who signed the Plantation Covenant, certainly knew how the name should be spelled. Daniel Kitchel, early pioneer of Cincinnati had one son, Samuel, and one daughter, Phebe, who married Hezekiah Flint, and had a large family. Samuel Married Margaret Kennedy, daughter of Francis and Rebecca Kennedy. Their children were: Daniel, born in Cincinnati, in 1795, and died in Union County, Ind., in 1855; Phebe married William Goldtrap; Mary married Joshua Druce; John died in 1839; Rebecca married Andrew Davison and Julia married Elisha Walden. From "Kitchell Family Genealogy" by Margaret Ellen Kitchell Whallon:
  • (1) Robert KITCHELL and Margaret SHEAFFE, came to New Haven, CT 1639
  • (2) Samuel KITCHELL and Grace PIERSON
  • (3) Abraham KITCHELL and Sarah BRUEN
  • (4) John KITCHELL and Keziah BALL
  • (5) Daniel KITCHELL and Esther MULFORD (went to Cincinnati, OH 1788)
  • Aaron Kitchel, cousin of Daniel Kitchel who came to Cincinnati in 1788, was one of the most notable members of the family. He was a U.S. Senator from New Jersey and a warm friend and counselor of General George Washington, on his staff and was one of his pallbearrrers. He is buried in the churchyard cemetery at Hanover, New Jersey. For 36 years, he was a member of the state legislator, the National Congress and the Senate, on the Commission of Forfeited Estates of Tories and on the Commission that established the Northwest Territory. He was the son of Joseph. Mrs. Wallon, through her ancestors, Abraham Kitchell, son of Samuel, a founder of Newark, and Sarah Bruen his wife, has descended from four of the signers of the Magna Charta, one being King John himself, who was compelled to sign it and the three barons: Roger and Hugh Bigod, of the de Beauchamps family and Geoffrey de Say, ancestor of Geoffrey de Say.

    footnote: The Balls were relation of George Washington.