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Daddy is moving to the rehab facility in less than an hour, or so we are told. Waiting…
Now daddy is going to be miserable because we can’t all sit and spend hours with him, only one chair in his room at the rehab. The hospital is a much more comfortable place.
I used the last of the roast chicken to make a firm favourite tonight. You sweat an onion and some celery in a little oil, add chicken stock, courgette, peas, chicken and orzo pasta. You finish it off with a tablespoon of green pesto, and add lots of black pepper and lemon juice at the table. Absolutely delicious!
It looks like I might be meeting up with my Mum on Thursday, yay!
Lady Hawke, I hope no news is good news, and he is now out of hospital. xx
CoolG, your dinner sounds delicious!
Lady Hawke I think the policy at the rehab seems about right, bearable but home is better. I think the incentive to work towards recovery and fitness is stronger.
If your daughter has Blood group O she could well thrive, because there is an intolerance of wheat, milk and potatoes in this group which is noticeable in the general population even if the reason behind the intolerance is not known. Intolerance is not to be confused with allergy, it means that the body has to work harder to counteract foods it is not designed to process.
Looking back I see that I have had a vegetarian day today, cheese on toast with coleslaw for lunch and a stir-fry of onion, garlic, red bell pepper and button mushrooms with white rice and omelette ribbons and seasoned with soy sauce for tea.
This was a very long day. I was at the hospital shortly after 8 AM. Once we knew they were moving my father I took my mother to their apartment to get the things he would need while in therapy. Once we returned to the hospital we had over an hour wait before the transport ambulance came to pick him up. It was almost lunch time so as the ambulance took my father to the rehab place my mother and I swung through a fast food place, ordered Reuben Sandwiches and ate them in the parking lot.
We joined daddy just as the ambulance was leaving the rehab. When we walked into the room the nurse was interviewing him and checking all the bumps and bruises he sustained in the fall that broke his pelvis. We sat and evaluated what additional things he might need that we had not brought from home. He wanted an additional table next to his bed on the far wall which would be easier for him to access than the provided bedside table with drawers which is too far behind him when the head of the bed is raised. We tried pulling it up even to him and a nurse came in and pushed it back where it was. He also wanted a flash light as he worries about power outages and being in the dark. We were told to get him a pay by the month/non contract cell phone. The therapist at the hospital told us to get him a particular type of lotion which might help with the sensitivity of the hand with the neurological damage from the shingles. Both he and my mother needed more reading material.
So, my mother and I made another run out to Target (a large moderately priced department store which would have everything he mentioned needing, not a posh clothing shop, although they do carry clothing as well. I left my mother to look at the books and I headed out to find the lotion, the cell phone, the flashlight and the folding table. In the US we used to call such tables TV trays. They came into being in the 1950s when people started cooking frozen dinners and eating dinner in front of the TV. This one was quite large and of very resilient plastic. with metal legs. I though it might serve better in a hospital type environment and be easier to clean effectively than a wood one.
Once we returned to the rehab place I had to get the password to their guest WiFi which was no easy job. Even those in charge did not know what it was. The new manager was on his first day of the job. There was much scrambling around and many phone calls and emails before they were able to produce the password. I had to have it so I could go online and register my father’s new phone and activate it. There was no provision to activate it by phone. That took a long time. Then, I tried to set up the headphones for the TV and wasted a lot of time on something I was never able to accomplish. I had to call my DS and tell him I had a job for him.
By then I had to go and pick my daughter up from school. This was Zombie Day and she had gone to school in slashed up clothing with large amounts of liquid latex on her face and chest. We had applied it in layers, dried it, torn it open and filled the gaps with brown theatrical makeup and topped off the open places with gelatinous fake blood. She was horrid looking and demanded to be taken home to wash up and change before going to the rehab place. I was on board with that decision. I did not want to be seen walking around with her looking like that, especially not in a rehab center filled with elderly people.
On the way to pick her up I had stopped and acquired bread and sandwich meat for my mother to take as lunch when she goes to stay with my father and I dropped by their apartment and put it in their refrigerator.
On the way back to the rehab center we stopped at my parent’s apartment and I set up my mother’s “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” alarm system. In the process I turned off the power strip to their TV and cable box and almost never got them working again.
Tomorrow is “Old People Day” so I took my daughter to Salvation Army to purchase a horrendous purple flowered mumu. She plans on wearing that and taking a walker to school. We also have a variety of hats from the 1950s which she can choose from to put on her head.
We went back to the rehab place and visited with my parents. I tested the cell phone and it turned out it wasn’t operating properly so I had to find a phone number at which I could speak to an actual person. Fortunately, I finally held online long enough to speak to a kind man with an almost unintelligible accent who finally talked me through the process of getting the phone to work. Soon after that my DS came in and he worked on the headphones and was also unsuccessful. I was sorry he was not able to get them working but it made me feel less incompetent. I once made my living working with sound equipment and running audio lines. So, I was quite irritated I couldn’t make the connection work but quite glad not to be embarrassed by my DS being able to walk in and do it quite easily.
By that time it was more than time to go home. So, we had to take our leave of my father. He was quite depressed and forlorn, pleading with us with his eyes not to leave him, to take him home. He broke our hearts. I had to go sit on his bed and reassure him the injury was not insurmountable, that although painful is considered to be one of the easier breaks to recover from, and tell him this was something he had to do, that there was no alternative, that we couldn’t take him home as he was. My mother was eaten by guilt and was tearful and frustrated with him for putting her in an untenable position of pleading with her to take him home when she simply could not do so.
It was far too late for either my mother or I to go home and start to find food. So, we went to our local Chinese restaurant for dinner. While there I found I had my father’s new cell phone in my pocket. So, we left the restaurant to go back to the rehab place to return it to him. When I went in the lights were still on but he was curled up on his side with his eyes closed but opened them when he heard me cross the room. He was pitifully glad to see me. I told him I had reached home to find I had his cell phone and had brought it back to him. I did not want to tell him my mother was waiting in the car for me. I kissed him goodnight twice and told him I loved him. He took the phone in his hand as if he was going to sleep with it in his hand under his pillow.
I drove my mother home, escorted her inside, showed her how her alarm necklace worked and how to cancel the call if she hit it by accident.
I headed home to make lunches for tomorrow and to prep breakfast. I also started a load of laundry.
Tomorrow is my substitute teacher orientation. I have told my daughter she is on her own getting ready for “Old People Day”, that my focus tomorrow morning has to be on getting myself ready for this four hour orientation.
I won’t be able to pick my mother up to take her to the rehab place until between 1:30 and 2 PM. So, she will have a very short day there tomorrow.
Lady Hawke What a day you had! I am surprised that the staff at the rehab centre should ask you to provide a non-contract cell phone and then be unable to provide you with the necessary password for the wi-fi. They don’t seem to be very up-to-speed technically.
Given the circumstances, it wouldn’t surprise me if your mother did not grasp how to work her new alarm. Short-term memory starts to go in one’s seventies and any distractions will only muddle the mind. I’m sorry that your father made parting so difficult for you both, it must have made you feel wretched.
Your daughter’s Zombie makeup sounded awesome! I wouldn’t know where to start, lol. That reminds me, last week there was quite a fuss in the UK press over some Halloween costumes being sold in some supermarkets which depicted mental patients as axe murderers. It was deemed to cast a slur on all patients with mental health problems and a relevant charity complained about it. We aren’t so culturally accustomed to Zombie culture over here.
Time for breakfast. My DS has gone to an early appointment at our local medical centre to discuss his latest heart examination results.
It is just past 7:30 AM and it is just now getting light. This means that next week it will be 8:30 and still dark. Since I usually get up early, this will make daylight hours short. Especially since it will get dark earlier at night too.
Jennifer came by yesterday for left overs. They were good but not as good as beans and corn bread left overs. I sent her home with what was left for her supper. I knew I would not eat any more of them even though it still tasted good.
I am going to fix something for breakfast soon. What I don’t know. Should I fix muffins or an omelet? I need to go to store but keep putting it off to see if I will be paid on time. It seems that every year something happens to screw up my pay. If it is late being deposited, then I will have to pay my insurance by check instead of it automatically being dedutced from my SS check. This takes a couple of months to get it back on schedule of automatic deductions. Just a big pain.
Lady Hawke It seems like your life is a big mess again. I understand how hard this is on you and your parents but at least it won’t be as long as it could have been. I think about you every day even though I don’t post as much.
GRAYMAYNE, there is not a lot to remember about the alarm. I tested its efficacy throughout the apartment. She has a necklace with a button on it. If she is ever in distress all she has to do is push the button. The only part that might trip her up is how to stop the alarm if she ever pushes it by accident. There is a reset button on the back of the main unit in the living room. She would have to push the reset button to stop the alarm.
Good Afternoon Everyone!!!! Lady Hawke I am so glad to hear that your father is headed back for rehab, I am praying his recovery will be a speedy one and he will be back at home soon. I am now driving a Jeep Compass while my car is being reparied at auto shop, I had a person who ran the stop sign at the corner of my street and then instead of pulling up behind my parked car in front of my house just ran right into the back of it!!! Oh yes!!! she was driving a Red Ford Ranger and as most of you know I now have a burnt orange 2012 honda fit sport!!!! of which I still have 5 more years to pay on!!!! need I say more!!!
well I will be glad to get my Honda Fit Sport back!!!!! I hope everyone has been well and am wishing everyone a Happy Wednesday!!!!! or as some people say a Happy Hump day!!!!
Ham salad for tea tonight……the ham was on offer at 50% off!
I am meeting my Mum tomorrow. I’m looking forward to it. Lots of sitting in cafe’s eating too much, with a little gentle pottering around shops in between! She announced her imminent retirement yesterday, to much dismay and upset. She will be very missed by most people.
Ironsos, I liked your review, particularly your use of the word, “snarky!”
CoolG, I HATE these dark mornings. At the moment, there is just a little bit of light in the sky on my way to work, and it makes me happy, because soon there will be none.
Lady Hawke, what a day. I am sure the last thing you felt like this morning was getting ready for your orientation, but, I do think something that is JUST yours will be of huge benefit to you, even if sometimes it is just one more thing to worry about. I hope it went well, and I think you should insist on making some time for yourself tonight……. A long hot bath with a good book?
I hope there is good news of your Father, too.
Oh my lord MM have you learnt NOTHING over the last 5 years. Do not make elmo your soccer mascot . . ..it’ll all end in tears. A group of impressionable girls, a football and a crazed Oranutan does not make a good combination . .. .Don’t say I didn’t warn you :-P
Ironsos thanks for the review. You are a star and I love you :-)
asti sounds like you should start a cookbook with recipes for feeding a family on a low budget. My brother had a similar money issue. He just got a new job, but it meant that the government stopped paying his rent straight away. He obviously didn’t get paid for a month and had no money from the government and his savings are long gone so he’s really struggled to make ends meet. Especially as his new job is an hours drive away and so he has high petrol costs and bridge tolls to pay. If my sister and I hadn’t helped out I’m not sure how he would have managed. There should be some help out there for people getting back into work (rather then encouraging people not to work . .but I’ll stop before I get on my soapbox and start ranting)
LH sending love to you and your family
The orientation was very intense and ran long. I had to dash to pick my mother up to take her to see my father. We arrived to find him gone to therapy and I sat there for one hour and fifteen minutes before I had to leave to go pick up my daughter. As I reached my daughter my mother called to tell me they had just come to the room to fetch my father’s walker. They were just starting the physical therapy portion. My poor father is going to see very little of us today. I am home for my daughter to change out of Old People Day clothes and we are headed back for the rehab center.
Wolfie Back in the ’60’s I used to work for the DHSS (which no longer exists) and it was quite a regular feature that people would come in for a payment because they were starting a new job and working a week in hand. Obviously they had to work at their new job for a week before being paid. These days I believe more people are paid monthly and I would hope that, in cases of need, provision would be made. The government website is not helpful so I would think that the Citizens Advice Bureau would be the best people to give advice. I am surprised that the Job Centre was not helpful to your brother in view of the fact that he found a job. Just researching on your behalf on line turned up a host of Pay Day Loan adverts but that, of course, is the last thing that should be resorted to. I feel confident that this gap must be catered for but the necessary information is not easy to dig up.
Well it looks like I can buy Wolfie’s Book . I finally checked my bank site and my SS check had been deposited. I have been worried so have not bought anything that was not essential. I still need to wait to see what the gov. does about Oct. 17. It was hard getting use to such a reduced income after the DS died but It is doubly hard never feeling safe to have enough income for every day expenses. Between paying for my apartment being built at my daughter’s and having the essential repairs made so I could move back here, it decimated my savings. I essentially live from month to month. It is not so bad most of the time.
I have delivered my mother to the rehab to spend the day with my father and I have come home.
Graymayne there used to be a government payment that helped out when people got a job, but that stopped a while ago. My brother asked at the job centre and they told him that they haven’t developed a scheme to replace it yet so they don’t make payments any more. He was told that he should have been trying to save some money out of his £57 a week dole money to cover him when he got a job.
Cool g I don’t want you to get into debt buying my book . . .I remember what it was like for my mum after my dad died and it was a long time before we could afford any luxuries. I might have a few spare review copies and I can send you one if you want it . . .obviously in exchange for a good review from you on Amazon :-)
Oooooh!! Wolfie! blackmail? For shame!! ;)
It was very nice of you to remind and warn MM about Elmo and girls (and any kind of ball that he could commandeer). You’ve mellowed! ;)
Lady Hawke Your mother is lable to be very bored for most of the day. Rehab facilities tend to do more sessions of therapy several times a day. It seems to increase if the patient is getting both “physical” and “occupational” therapy. I think the difference is that physical therapy to help him move and occupational therapy is to help him do something useful with that movement. ;)
You might want to look into a basket or some pockets to put on the walker so he can “carry” things around with him once he gets home. The cloth shopping bags that the grocery store and Wally World sell can be hung ofer the handle and will hold a lot of bulky things. If the hall and doors are wide enough to accommodate them, two cloth shopping bags can act like saddle bags and balance the load. Your local pharmacy may have some walker accessories like a drink holder or basket & they will have the rubber tips and/or hard plastic slides for the legs. He probably should not have wheels on all 4 legs. Even the spring loaded type wheel can get away from someone who is not fast enough. ;)
That looks wrong. I meant that the back legs of the walker should not have wheels. Only the front set of legs should have wheels, unless the doctor or licensed therapist feels that he should have no wheels on the walker. Especially if they feel he could be unsteady. No more falls! ;)
Deanie you know me . . I’m not above a bit of blackmail or even physical threats. BTW CoolG I would never threaten you, you are lovely .. .I save those for the mean boys (and they know who they are hahahaha).
One of my friends pupils is reading my book and compared it to I Legend. I want to hug her. I love that book. Its the nicest thing anyone has said.
did I mention that I booked tickets to the Harry Potter studio tour in Leavesden . . .I’m taking my niece to london for the weekend as part of her christmas/birthday present. I am so excited (she is beside herself with excitement :-)
Oops!! What we all suspected is true.
Wow, it’s been very quiet here. Where are Lady Hawke and Graymayne? I hope all is ok?
Daughter has gone to a friend’s house for a sleepover. The house seems very quiet!
I managed to impress myself today. After a ridiculous amount of time looking at recipes and special offers, I shopped for today up until Tuesday, and spent just over £20. And that includes freezing down stuff that will form the base of four more meals!
Wolfie, you will LOVE the Studio Tour! I’d happily go back…..and I know they’ve added more since I went, so you’ll definitely have a fantastic time. I took at least a squillion pictures, some of which are in an album at CC, if you are interested.
Hugs for everyone! xx
Asti I’ll have a look at the photos. My niece loves music too so we;re going to the british music museum at the O2 which looks amazing and then ending up at the winter wonderland in Hyde Park (they have an ice slide and mulled wine . . . I wont partake of both of them together hahaha)
Hi! I’m still drying out my wet feathers and feeling very disgruntled. Despite having ordered Wolfie’s book on August 5th I will not be receiving my copy until October 17th at the earliest, according to Amazon. They have apologised and claim to have been let down by their suppliers. I suspect they know I have been checking the My Orders section during the last four days. So I have to proclaim the sad news The great god, Amazon, has feet of clay.
Asti Your thrift skills are impressive!!
Graymayne: When I wrote my review the other day there was a notice that only one copy was left in stock
so there may be some truth to there story.
graymayne that’s not good. No-one else has mentioned having any problems. Most people I’ve spoken to have received theirs already . . . .hopefully it will be worth the wait.
Wolfie While I would enjoy an actual copy of your book, I will down load it to my Kindel. I paid for the other girls books so I will pay for yours. I have been bragging to everyone about your book being published. I am a fan of syfy so I already know I will like it. I am reading a syfy book right now.
Jennifer called me while I was out shopping. This is the weekend of Octoberfest. We usually go together but yesterday she did not mention going. I told her I would probably be too tired to go after I got my shopping done. I should have waited to do my shopping but there were a few things I was out of. So instead of walking around and getting tired, I am at home trying to rest.
I posted last night after returning home from taking my mother home from the rehab and I lost it. It was so late and I was so tired I simply couldn’t do it again.
I ended up spending most of yesterday out of the house but I did get to spend most of today at home but I’ve been on two very long phone calls and I’ve spent a lot of time in the kitchen, trying to cook dinner for tonight so it would be ready when we come in from taking my mother home.
I picked my daughter up and went to the rehab to see my father and pick up my mother.
I’ve also washed the sheets and have them in process even now that it is almost 8 PM and we’ve just finished dinner.