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A Garden Delivered

20 Tuesday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Garden, Life at Home, Mesta Park

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Everyday Life, Master Gardeners, Mesta Park, Oklahoma Gardening

Blog- Bruno Garden Born

A Garden Is Born, with droopy Black-eyed Susans

After days of hard labor, interspersed with times of waiting for the rain to stop, a new Mesta Park garden iis now born.  

Though the garden is still young, it shows promise of becoming a true beauty.   When I took this task on, I had a blank slate full of hopes and dreams and questions.  Big-time questions – like how best to kill the seeding Bermuda grass when our early cool weather created less than optimal conditions for use of a chemical solution. 

In the end, I decided to dig rather than wait with hope that chemicals might work.  I laid out 50 feet of sash cord to define my garden border, and with spade in hand; I begin to dig down past the roots and then slice horizontally to remove the soil, one shovel at a time.  Defining the border was the east part.  And the tenants of the duplex made sure I knew how much they loved the garden’s curvy lines.  

Then I began the hard work of digging.  The tenants, observing my progress from their perch on the porch, became carrier pigeons of progress from my hands to the ears of the duplex owner.  A week into my digging, the upstairs tenant shared the owner’s interest in whether I had planted anything yet.  She let me know she told him I was STILL digging.  The downstairs tenant wondered out loud whether I had expanded my project just a tad.  “Nope.”  I told him the garden bed was ‘on task’, shaping up just as I had hoped and intended.

Fifty hours of digging, hoeing, raking and many pounds of pre-emergent later, I began to plant.  But not at all what I had planned to use.  I look back at that initial list and just laugh.  This late in the season, I ended up buying the dregs and whatever was on sale that would complement and define the new garden bed’s shape.  With Lowes marking all shrubs and perennials down half-priced for two weeks, I got a nice selection of plants for around $100 – in colors and shapes that will look nice against the rust-colored brick of this eighty year old duplex – that once established, will be drought tolerant and easy for the duplex tenants to maintain. 

Ornamental grasses of all sizes, most with copper and tan colored plumes, will offer all-season interest:  Maidenhair Grass, Fountain Grass and Mondo grass.  Perennial bloomers of red and white and yellows graced from Autumn Sage, Coreopsis and Oriental Lilies.  Eight Firepower Nandina shrubs are already dressed with some beautiful fall color.  Thanks to Shroeder Wilson, the duplex inherited 5 yellow Day Lilies.  And my own garden passed along 10 Black-eyed Susan plants.   All of these, with the Lirope harvested from the Duplex’s own back yard, provided enough bones and room to grow for this garden’s first year of life.  Some space was left for colorful annuals — presently the host of rust and yellow colored Pansies and Snapdragons — that invite the eye up the sidewalk to the two front doors.

Blog_Bruno Garden Walkway

Welcome Home

As I look out my window to gaze upon this beauty in the making, I realize I did have a little fairy dust after all.  It looked a lot like my husband, who was around for all the heavy lifting, as he worked by my side to install the steel edging to help keep the Bermuda out and unload 40 cubic feet of bark mulch.  What else can I say?  Except thank heavens for caring husbands who help make their wife’s big gardening dreams come true; and for duplex owners who aren’t afraid to say ‘yes’ to something that seems too good to be true.

Just Delivered

It's a Garden!

 

 

It was October 18th

18 Sunday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home

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Death, Everyday Life, Parents

Our beautiful crystal clear day is almost over.  What was the weather like two years ago?  I don’t remember.  Yet I recall that it was fall break and that I was watching the ‘grands’ that Thursday, as my daughters and the rest of Kara’s bridal party were off to have some fun in Las Vegas.  

And the recollection and writing down of these few words have served to resurrect within my own mind the nature of our weather that day;  it was colder than today’s.  But still pretty enough for the kids to play outside.  I recall Karson didn’t want to wear her sweater and she and I had a verbal tug-of-war over it, before she finally gave up and put it on.  It was probably other grandchildren-tug-of-wars that caused me to miss Mom’s call that day.  It was lunch time and I never heard the phone ring.  When I found her message later, I gave a quick call back to see what she wanted.  But our conversation was short and to the point.  She was busy and so was I.  And we knew we’d see each other the next day for supper.  

Mom sounded good;  she was having fun working in Christi’s shop.  Christi had wanted to close the shop so she and Jane could take a day for play.  But Mom wanted to work; the shop gave Mom a good excuse to get out of the house for the day and an opportunity to  visit with customers.

But the fun came to screeching halt four hours later, when Christi called to tell me that SOMETHING had happened to Mom; and that she and Jane were on their way back home.  We later learned that Mom had suffered a severe brain hemorrhage, sometime between noon and 3:30 pm.  The grands were playing with a couple of neighborhood children outside at the time.  And their other Nana wasn’t scheduled to relieve me until around five o’clock.

Until relief came, I was trapped and unable to rush to Shawnee Medical Center.  But as it turned out, Mom ended up being in such a bad state that she was soon headed my way, transported to Oklahoma City by ambulance to be worked on by the ‘big city’ experts.  When Jane gave me the update, she tried to prepare me:  “Jan, it isn’t good.”

My sister said those same words.  But always the eternal optimist, I found myself telling Christi it would be all right.  Maybe that’s when she got more specific with me.  My journal entry that day records our conversation:

“It’s not good”, Christi says.
“There must be hope, otherwise, they wouldn’t send her. Right?”
“No.”  “It will be days.” 
“DAYS?  Who told you that?”
“The doctors.”

I didn’t care what this doctor thought, or what other ‘grim reaper’ physicians thought, who ended up darkening Mom’s ICU doorway in the days to come.  I endevored to hang onto my hope up until the last week of Mom’s life.  On the opposite side of the track, my sister was afraid to hope, especially given the ER doctor’s prognosis.  Together, we made a great team, helping each other to see the light and dark moments of reality, with the support of so many others.  Mom ended up living seven weeks, though I never heard Mom talk again after those few words she spoke in the Oklahoma City ER, before Mom underwent emergency surgery to relieve pressure from her brain.

In the ER that night, Mom was surrounded by three generations of women — two sisters, two daughters, a daughter-in-law and two young granddaughters.  Trying to decide whether or not to operate, the brain surgeon came in to check on Mom in 45 minute intervals.  The surgeon would pose the same menu of questions, which Mom struggled to answer. 

“Can you tell me your name?”
“Carol Pappas”
Can you tell me where you are?
“Hospital.”
“Can you tell me what today’s date is?”
“——————————–“
“Can you tell me what today’s date is?”
“——————————-“
“Can you tell me what today’s date is?”
“——————————“

I’ll never forget the answer to that question that Mom didn’t know.  It was October 18th.

Max Factor Tricks & Treats

17 Saturday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home

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Addison's Disease, Dog Tales, Everyday Life, Standard Poodles

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Max in Better Days - Spying on the Neighbors

Life with an Addison’s dog is already different.  Since the adrenal glands of our standard poodle Max no longer produce cortisone, Max has no natural defense against stress.  So, in the short-term, my husband and I are on a mission to offer Max as stress-free of an environment as possible.

It’s a matter of factoring Max’s needs into the equation of everyday life.  Like when Cosmo goes on her normal play rampage and charges Max, we scoop Cosmo up in our arms to keep Max safe from Scottie attacks.  Then once Cosmo is safely constrained, we encourage Max to seek higher ground, safe from sneak and not-so-sneeky Scottie attacks.  I don’t know why our normally 45 pound dog is fearful of this small 16 pound Scottish Terrier, but fears just are.  They don’t have to make sense.   

In the short week since his Addison crisis, Max has lost 7 pounds.  Max is down to 39 pounds, which makes Max a weak walking poodle skeleton.  So for now, we’ve curtailed Max’s daily poodle walks.  Even good stress is not good.  So as I write, our poodle girl Maddie is going solo with my husband on their weekly walk downtown.

It was quite a trick for my husband to sneek Maddie out of the house to offer her this secret treat.  Because Maddie’s poodle excitement gets the best of her, had Maddie a clue of her impending walk, she would have let the black cat out of the bag, and Max would have gotten stressed from the excitement associated with taking a walk.  So my husband pushed our much resistant Maddie girl out into the back yard, while my husband made his escape out the front door, leaving two confused black dogs in the house with me.  Back door or front door?  These left-behind dogs didn’t know which way to turn, until I enticed them into the kitchen with a treat.  Meanwhile, to Maddie’s delight, while her black companions were getting treats in the kitchen, she met my husband at the back gate for their weekly rendezvous.  With two black dogs none the wiser, Maddie and her dad are off to faraway places.

Mealtime seems to offer the biggest challenge, maybe because it’s never ending.  Max eats like a baby, which means small amounts frequently.  Since Max can’t stomach a normal quantity in one sitting, I factor in many meals, trying to get meat back on his bones.  For the girls, this translates into way too many treats. 

I believe life with our Addison’s dog will eventually settle down into a new normal, once Max is stabilized.  But in the meantime, Addison’s is requiring my husband and I to learn new tricks…. and giving our bitches way too many treats.  But Addison’s itself is a tricky disease — often misdiagnosed — and a challenge to medically compensate for the life essential missing hormones.  But life with our Addison’s dog is better than life without him.  And I know the rest of my pack agree that a few new tricks and treats due to our Max Factor is good for all of us.

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