June 29, 2007

I Had A Dream

And Dad was in it. Also there was an impending flood. I remember seeing him standing there, waiting for us to pick him up or something. I dreamed we had to get these numbers for some type of registration. I remember knowing that the water would rise up to the level of the sky and we would die...like the world was in a self contained box. I wonder if that is what dad felt when he knew he was dying.

June 27, 2007

June 21, 2007

I Made a Skid Mark and it Wasn't In My PANTS!






...How do you like my little slug bug? Isn't she cute? I LOVE HER! I am learning to drive a stick and I ain't too bad...if you like whiplash that is. Come over and I'll give you a ride you won't forget!

Did You Get That?

June 20, 2007

Unfinished Draft

Today was the funeral. Very hard. Seemed easier to face this morning though. Night has a way of exaggerating the

Crescent Moon to Occult Regulus Tuesday







June 12 The Moon is at perigee. this is the point at which an object in orbit around the Earth makes its closest approach to the Earth

June 16 The crescent Moon hangs in the west-northwest at dusk. Pollux is above it, and Castor is to the right of Pollux. But Venus is much more eye-catching high to the Moon's upper left. Saturn and, farther on, Regulus, are to Venus' upper left.

June 17 The Moon, Venus, Saturn, and Regulus are lined up in the west this evening, in that order from lower right to upper left.

June 18 The lineup in the west has shrunk. The order now, from lower right to upper left, is Venus, Moon and Saturn (closely bunched), with Regulus still off to their upper left.

June 19 Saturn shines between the Moon and bright Venus. Regulus is very close to the Moon. In fact, the Moon occults (covers) Regulus for a time as seen from most of North America.

Pollux (star)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Pollux (β Gem / β Geminorum / Beta Geminorum) is one of the brightest stars in the constellation Gemini and one of the brightest in the nighttime sky. Although it has the Bayer designation "beta", it is actually brighter than Alpha Geminorum (Castor). The name Pollux is traditionally thought by some people to carry the meaning "Much Wine", since astrologers associate Pollux with prosperity and celebration with wine. Actually the name Pollux refers specifically to Pollux, one of the twin sons of Zeus and Leda. The star also has the Arabic name Al-Ras al-Tau'am al-Mu'akhar,(الرأس التؤام المؤخر) literally "The Head of the Second Twin". The Chinese recognized Pollux as Yang, which is, according to the Chinese, one of the two fundamental principles upon which all things depend.

Castor and Pollux are the two "heavenly twin" stars giving the constellation Gemini (Latin, "twins") its name. Ironically the two are nothing alike. Castor is a hot white quadruple star, while Pollux is a cooler yellow-orange giant .

Castor and Pollux together correspond to the Nakshatra Punarvasu in Hindu astronomy.

Pollux is also the first star visible from earth which is known to have an extrasolar planet in orbit.

REGULUS
"prince" or "heart of the lion"

S&T: Gregg Dinderman
Looking west at dusk
Watch the Moon wax its way up past Venus, Saturn, and Regulus in nightly succession. (These scenes are drawn for the middle of North America. European observers: move each Moon symbol a quarter of the way toward the one for the previous date. The blue 10° scale is about the size of your fist held at arm's length. For clarity, the Moon is shown three times actual size.)
Sky & Telescope diagram

June 19, 2007

Rest in Peace Dad

I've often second guessed myself these past few days. Like...should we have put Dad into the hospital sooner? Should we have went back to the Oncologist after getting the "bad" PET scan report? Should I have hidden the fact, from Dad, that the scan showed "activity in the area of the left rib cage, and showed several other new growths, one pressing against the vital carotid? Most days I say, we did the right thing. Dad stayed home all the days of his life except when he absolutely couldn't get up without much much much more help than I could give. Just last Saturday, me, Mom and Dad sat outside his house, I lit a fire in their mainly unused chiimarree, and we got to enjoy the fire, the outdoors, the bird songs, the gentle breeze, the fact that we were NOT in the hospital or nursing home. Sunday, we did much the same...and Dad wanted a ride in my little bug. I complied of course...no whiplash at all! I stayed all night from that night on. Tht was the last day that Dad went anywhere. Monday, not only was Dad unable to talk, he didn't want go to the hospital for his zymeta or even have the bloodwork done. He needed help to get off the couch. He ate nothing. that's when we got the wheelchair, commode and aafter discussion, determined we would stay home as long as Dad had no pain and I could still get him up with stand by assistance from Mom. Dad was able to say at home until Wednesday then, we went into the hospital late afternoon for bloodwork, zymeta and in our heart we knew, final admission to the hospital. Mark had to lift Dad from the wheelchair into the Durango. God, what a heartbreaking experience. Dad was in a bad way. So weak, but still no complaints. Once in the hospital bed, which I haven't seen him lay down for 1 and 1/2 years (not to mention Mom), he rapidly deteriorated. He rested finally after midnight. I went home for a few hours and when I went back, I knew it was almost over. He died Thursday morning. Thank God he didn't have to suffer anymore. Today, is the funeral. Another difficult day. But I couldn't wish him back to suffer anymore

Rest in Peace Dad

I've often second guessed myself these past few days. Like...should we have put Dad into the hospital sooner? Should we have went back to the Oncologist after getting the "bad" PET scan report? Should I have hidden the fact, from Dad, that the scan showed "activity in the area of the left rib cage, and showed several other new growths, one pressing against the vital carotid? Most days I say, we did the right thing. Dad stayed home all the days of his life except when he absolutely couldn't get up without much much much more help than I could give. Just last Saturday, me, Mom and Dad sat outside his house, I lit a fire in their mainly unused chiimarree, and we got to enjoy the fire, the outdoors, the bird songs, the gentle breeze, the fact that we were NOT in the hospital or nursing home. Sunday, we did much the same...and Dad wanted a ride in my little bug. I complied of course...no whiplash at all! I stayed all night from that night on. Tht was the last day that Dad went anywhere. Monday, not only was Dad unable to talk, he didn't want go to the hospital for his zymeta or even have the bloodwork done. He needed help to get off the couch. He ate nothing. that's when we got the wheelchair, commode and aafter discussion, determined we would stay home as long as Dad had no pain and I could still get him up with stand by assistance from Mom. Dad was able to say at home until Wednesday then, we went into the hospital late afternoon for bloodwork, zymeta and in our heart we knew, final admission to the hospital. Mark had to lift Dad from the wheelchair into the Durango. God, what a heartbreaking experience. Dad was in a bad way. So weak, but still no complaints. Once in the hospital bed, which I haven't seen him lay down for 1 and 1/2 years (not to mention Mom), he rapidly deteriorated. He rested finally after midnight. I went home for a few hours and when I went back, I knew it was almost over. He died Thursday morning. Thank God he didn't have to suffer anymore. Today, is the funeral. Another difficult day. But I couldn't wish him back to suffer anymore

Rest in Peace Dad

I've often second guessed myself these past few days. Like...should we have put Dad into the hospital sooner? Should we have went back to the Oncologist after getting the "bad" PET scan report? Should I have hidden the fact, from Dad, that the scan showed "activity in the area of the left rib cage, and showed several other new growths, one pressing against the vital carotid? Most days I say, we did the right thing. Dad stayed home all the days of his life except when he absolutely couldn't get up without much much much more help than I could give. Just last Saturday, me, Mom and Dad sat outside his house, I lit a fire in their mainly unused chiimarree, and we got to enjoy the fire, the outdoors, the bird songs, the gentle breeze, the fact that we were NOT in the hospital or nursing home. Sunday, we did much the same...and Dad wanted a ride in my little bug. I complied of course...no whiplash at all! I stayed all night from that night on. Tht was the last day that Dad went anywhere. Monday, not only was Dad unable to talk, he didn't want go to the hospital for his zymeta or even have the bloodwork done. He needed help to get off the couch. He ate nothing. that's when we got the wheelchair, commode and aafter discussion, determined we would stay home as long as Dad had no pain and I could still get him up with stand by assistance from Mom. Dad was able to say at home until Wednesday then, we went into the hospital late afternoon for bloodwork, zymeta and in our heart we knew, final admission to the hospital. Mark had to lift Dad from the wheelchair into the Durango. God, what a heartbreaking experience. Dad was in a bad way. So weak, but still no complaints. Once in the hospital bed, which I haven't seen him lay down for 1 and 1/2 years (not to mention Mom), he rapidly deteriorated. He rested finally after midnight. I went home for a few hours and when I went back, I knew it was almost over. He died Thursday morning. Thank God he didn't have to suffer anymore. Today, is the funeral. Another difficult day. But I couldn't wish him back to suffer anymore.

June 18, 2007

Obituary

Larry D. Paisley
Jan. 18, 1935 - June 14, 2007

CAMBRIDGE -- Larry D. Paisley, 72, died Thursday (June 14, 2007) at Cambridge Memorial Hospital.

He was born in Cambridge on Jan. 18, 1935, to H. Dean and Clara E. (Moore) Paisley. He grew up in Cambridge and graduated from Cambridge High School in 1953.

He served in the U.S. Army from September 1954 to 1956, later finishing his enlistment with the U.S. Army reserve being discharged in September 1962. During his enlistment he was stationed in Germany.

He was united in marriage to Karen Stagemeyer on May 5, 1957. He was employed in the family business of Paisley grocery store one of the main businesses on main street in Cambridge. He worked in the store for 40 years. After retirement, he took up the job as a groundskeeper at the Cambridge golf course.

He was a member of the St. Paul Lutheran Church in Cambridge. He was baptized and confirmed as an adult in May of 1964.

He is survived by his wife, Karen; one daughter, Sheryl and husband, Mark McCurdy; one brother, Terry and wife, Marge Paisley all of Cambridge; and three grandchildren.

Funeral services will be Tuesday, 10:30 a.m., at St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Cambridge, with the Rev. David Feddern officiating. Interment will be in the Fairview Cemetery of Cambridge.

Memorials may be left at the Lockenour-Jones Mortuary in his name to either the St. Paul's Lutheran Church or the Tri Valley Health Systems.

Lockenour-Jones Mortuary of Cambridge is in charge of arrangements.
Larry D. Paisley

Jan. 18, 1935 - June 14, 2007

CAMBRIDGE -- Larry D. Paisley, 72, died Thursday (June 14, 2007) at Cambridge Memorial Hospital.

He was born in Cambridge on Jan. 18, 1935, to H. Dean and Clara E. (Moore) Paisley. He grew up in Cambridge and graduated from Cambridge High School in 1953.

He served in the U.S. Army from September 1954 to 1956, later finishing his enlistment with the U.S. Army reserve being discharged in September 1962. During his enlistment he was stationed in Germany.

He was united in marriage to Karen Stagemeyer on May 5, 1957. He was employed in the family business of Paisley grocery store one of the main businesses on main street in Cambridge. He worked in the store for 40 years. After retirement, he took up the job as a groundskeeper at the Cambridge golf course.

He was a member of the St. Paul Lutheran Church in Cambridge. He was baptized and confirmed as an adult in May of 1964.

He is survived by his wife, Karen; one daughter, Sheryl and husband, Mark McCurdy; one brother, Terry and wife, Marge Paisley all of Cambridge; and three grandchildren.

Funeral services will be Tuesday, 10:30 a.m., at St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Cambridge, with the Rev. David Feddern officiating. Interment will be in the Fairview Cemetery of Cambridge.

Memorials may be left at the Lockenour-Jones Mortuary in his name to either the St. Paul's Lutheran Church or the Tri Valley Health Systems.

Lockenour-Jones Mortuary of Cambridge is in charge of arrangements.

June 15, 2007

My Dad Had Cancer

but no more. Dad died this morning, June 14th after we brought him to the hospital early last evening. I thank God he didn't have to stay longer than that, or have to be sent to the nursing home, or suffer any longer than he did. God...it's been a long 2 years for him, for mom, for all of us. The funeral is on Tuesday morning. There was already a funeral scheduled for monday.
Right after Mom and I got home from the hospital today. I pulled the car into the garage and as we got out a hunting dog came running up to us and greeted us botha nd then...took off. I said, "That's Dad!", because I felt like it was Dad telling us he was fine now. I really really felt that.
I'm too tired to write more....

My Dad Had Cancer

Stage IIIa non small cell squamous cell carcinoma of the left bronchus.

He suffers no more.
Dad died this morning, June 14th. We brought him to the hospital yesterday and he was admitted around 7pm.
I can't wish him back.
Not to the life he just left. Not to the shrunken man he'd become.
Cancer is an evil son of a bitch and steals you, inch by inch by inch. Cancer is a steady burn, like a candle wicks decline.

June 11, 2007

Cancer is King

It's bad now.
Everyday someone asks..."So...how's your dad?", and I have to pause and say, "He's not good, he's not good at all". Even though I said that yesterday, and the day before that and the day before that...today...he's worse. Each day unfolds some new, bad. Every day is hell in it's own way. There is no word for this disease...this parasitic fungi...this appetite stealing, body wasting, sonofabitch cancer.

June 07, 2007

The Hills Are Alive With The Sound of . . . burrrp...

Imagine, if you will, a dirt road hedged in by waving wheat and the lush green of brougham grass. The meadowlark is chirrupping, the red headed woodpecker is preening and occasionally pecking, the wind is shushhing through the fields. A big golden dog is paddling through the standing ditch water looking for...a pheasant?? All is pure nature in harmony...until...you see these strange tracks waddling though the dirt. They are sort of sprawled out and wavering, you hear cackling and it isn't from hens. You smell...hmmmmm...beer...??!...odd...beer??
Hell YAAA...it's Cindy Sue, her demon dog Annie and me going for a nature walk!!
Who says walking has to be all about burrning calories and exercising. Let's say that walking CAN be just for...well, walking, talking and soaking up nature...AND maybe getting soaked!! hee hee