Ok, so June…

by grace on September 28, 2022

Yes, September is almost gone, and here are a few photos from waaaay back in June.

June 1st, I wanted a photo of this crazy tall yucca plant…it’s almost as tall as Kevin! None at the shore have ever gotten that high. Spot was happy to be in the picture.

The funny thing is that even though the original ones get lots of sun down at the shore, this one got kind of burnt up pretty quickly. But they’re mostly doing OK where I’ve transplanted them and the deer aren’t so crazy about them, which is all that matters. They’re green, they have pretty flowers, and the deer don’t eat them (much).

Later that day Pumpkin was lying on the couch like a little angel.

Then, early in the evening of June 2nd, Lester and Pumpkin were very mellow.,,

..But shortly thereafter Marley ran through the room and Pumpkin bit her badly. We didn’t pay enough attention to how badly because that’s when my horrible stomach pain started, rushed to the ER, etc, etc etc.

Here’s me, still in the ER at 10:30 the next morning. I don’t look that horrible considering I had no sleep and was in more pain than I’d ever had. The pain must have diminished by then. Hmm, I wonder who took this picture? Maybe Kevin? I know he’d gone home in the early morning but maybe he came back, and if so, I wonder why I wanted my picture taken.

I think I got to the hospital at 10:30 or so on Thursday night and of course they give you nothing at all to eat or drink for such a long time, but finally they let me have liquids. I ordered two orange juices and some tomato soup and maybe that’s pudding? I know I was pretty restricted but I was so overjoyed to get something.

Kevin took a video of this wonderful owl fountain that Amy and Jim bought me for my birthday a while ago. It’s been broken but while I was in the hospital Kevin fixed it. So cute! And it only took a trip to the ER to get it repaired…

Here’s my big Saturday night feast at the hospital, but I bet I didn’t eat that much of it. At this point I’d had the horrible pain every night and was hoping it wouldn’t come back.

Mom came to visit me on Sunday evening and we walked down to an inner courtyard. It was weird to walk around the empty hospital in my nightgown but I didn’t care. I do remember that it was muggy and hot out there.

Amy took a bunch of photos of the cats on Monday morning at 8:30, in case I might have forgotten what they looked like, and I love this one because it looks like Lovey is intently reading the info about the citronella plant while Riley dozes.

I left the hospital that evening and I know I was freaked out about the pain coming back so I took many many strong drugs and slept about a million hours. The next day I lounged on the recliner in the fenced yard, and now I’m realizing that I barely did that all summer. Dang.

Wednesday, June 8th, Riley was continuing to try to chillax.

That night Kevin took me to see the spectacular “Riverdance” and here’s me, looking just fine, no indication of all the dumb stuff that happened.

And just one more photo, here’s Kevin driving my boat on June 11th. Just took a stay in the hospital to get him to drive my boat…

…A good time was had by all. Gee, this brings up so much stuff, but it seems like it didn’t really happen. I’m relieved that the cardiologist explained the likely cause of so much horrific pain, but it continues to puzzle me as to why nobody else figured that out.

Hopefully there won’t be a next time…

Ok then,

Mrs. very very late September Hughes.


Well, still May…

by grace on September 20, 2022

Why? How? I was looking at my May photos and I have a group that I processes on Photoshop but I can’t find them anywhere so I guess I didn’t manage to post them here yet.

Whew. I’m happy to have time to sit down right now on this very very muggy and hot late September afternoon. Here next to the lake the temperature is 92 but feels like 98. C’mon already. And the crazy thing is that it’s only going to get up to 61 on Friday. Go figure.

Anyway, May…

Lovey, who I don’t recall seeing stretched out like this at any other time, but of course it’s all I can do to remember my own name these days.

Hostas under the bay window, and since then Kevin bought some nice little fence sections to keep the hostas under control, at least a little.

Just yesterday I was ruminating on why on earth I planted so very many hostas and irises and other flowers back in the fenced yard where we don’t go much, and then of course I remembered that I had to transplant every single one of them because they were all getting devoured by deer.

Maybe when it’s cool out I’ll have some free time to sit out there.

The cats enjoy the space, anyway. The hostas have been blooming and really looking fantastic. This is the first year that they haven’t gotten so burned up by the sun.

The middle of May, a nice little goose family.

Lester is the only cat who continues to be mellow about the arrival of Pumpkin. Here he is on May 20th.

For my birthday lunch Randy and I went to Mimosa where I had an extravagant amount of sushi. Mmmm, it looks delicious, I’d like more of that right now.

The day after my gallbladder removal, May 28th, these balloons arrived in the mail. Sweet Julie sent them and was unhappy that they said “welcome back” instead of “get well,” but we thought it was pretty darn funny.

And gee, in the background there I see at least six little pink socks. Kevin buys them for the kitties every Christmas and we have a pretty good collection now.

Have you ever seen a cat sit like that? We haven’t. Actually, Pumpki n hasn’t ever done that again. That thing on his side is Kevin’s broken finger in a little splint thing, FYI.

To wrap up May, Les Paul…

And that’s it for May. Maybe I didn’t take so many photos the rest of the summer. And it’s officially fall on Thursday I believe, so time for a new banner. So much to do…

ok then,

Mrs. very very late summer hughes.


one more day in Chicago

by grace on September 15, 2022

The day after seeing “Moulin Rouge,” Mom and I were supposed to take the train home at 12:30 the next day, Thursday, May 12th.

I actually saw this little sign the day before, and thought it was cool because it depicted how Chicago used to look in 1779. Hard to imagine.

I decided to go for a run all the way to Navy Pier. It was a beautiful though pretty warm morning. I left the hotel at the crack of 9:30.

It was fun to run along the sidewalk to the pier, and also fun to be at the pier when it was mostly deserted since I only run on our lonely road or in the field here at home.

The train was supposed to leave at 1:45 and arrive in Springfield at five in the evening. We checked out of our room and hung out in the lovely hotel lobby for a while because the train was delayed a little, and just when we got up to hunt down a cab, the gallbladder surgeon’s office called to tell me when I was going to have my surgery, so I was talking to them while getting out the door.

Like I mentioned previously, it’s almost impossible to get a cab anymore. A guy working at the hotel tried to find us one but we realized that it wasn’t happening so we walked down the street and miraculously finally found one. Next time I go to a big city I’ll definitely have some kind of transportation app on my phone.

We got to the station and found many people sprawled out all over the waiting area for our train. I guess they hadn’t checked to see that the train was late, but then it was later and later. Finally we walked over to the cool old part of the building at a little before four, and then of course they announced that the train was departing so we ended up doing quite a bit of walking.

All aboard! At 4:11. When we’d been sitting in the waiting area they’d given out bags of chips and I ate an entire bag and of course this is when I’d been having all the stomach pain because of my gallbladder so the minute we sat down on the train the pain came roaring back. That was a big unfortunate but not horrible. Not emergency-room horrible, anyway. This must have been when I didn’t realize that eating fat would cause so much pain, and I know that after that I tried to eat no fat at all. Blah Blah Blah stupid gallbladder.

As we left the station, behind this barbed wire were sailboats who hadn’t made it out of their over-wintering prison.

We stopped in Bloomington at 7:14 p.m. and I was very hungry and should have dashed into the station and gotten some Subway sandwiches but I was too indecisive.

But Kevin picked up some sandwiches for us and had them waiting when he finally picked us up.

Whew. A good time was had by all.

It was all just so darn long ago…

Ok then,

Mrs. Day Before Our 16th Wedding Anniversary Hughes.

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Moulin Rouge!

by grace on September 14, 2022

I don’t remember how, but we managed to get a cab to the theater to see Moulin Rouge. We were there pretty early and I was so excited!

Several years ago I went to New York with Bev to visit her daughter Erin and we had the pleasure of seeing Erin’s friend Courtney Reed who was playing Jasmine in “Aladdin” on Broadway. I just found photos of that trip, including a great shot of Bev doing a cartwheel on the empty stage after the show was over. I don’t think I ever posted them here for some reason.

Meanwhile…Courtney now has the lead in “Moulin Rouge” and I was eager to see her in the production. Here’s the fabulous backdrop.

A cool windmill off to one side of the stage…

…And a blue elephant on the other.

Masks were required in the theater and ushers were being diligent about making people wear them, which was good.

The show was fantastic. A little different from the movie, with many fabulous numbers. When Courtney was Jasmin in “Aladdin” it was nothing compared to the amount of work she did as Satine in “Moulin Rouge.” She danced, she sang, she was funny and tragic and was on stage for much of the show. Plus she changed in and out of many glittery wonderful costumes.

Here we are out in the alleyway afterwards. We only got to talk to her for a bit because she had many other admirers waiting for her.

When we got back to our hotel I sent Courtney a text, telling her how impressed I was with her performance, plus the fact that she had to spend so much time in hair and makeup and everything, while the guy who was her co-star only had to show up. Since he was playing a bohemian artist he didn’t even have to wash his hair! Men generally have it easy, getting ready-wise.

Ok then,

Mrs. September Hughes.


Car Show!

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I was looking forward to being so efficient about posting the rest of the photos from way back in May, but it was a busy week last week. I was power washing and staining our big dock which of course took much longer than I thought it would. I also power-washed half of the little […]

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Way back at the beginning of May…

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That’s the sound of summer, suddenly racing away and I can’t believe it’s already the end of August. Because of the many annoying medical things I’ve encountered in the past few months I sort of feel like it hasn’t been a great summer, but on the other hand it has really been pretty good. I […]

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The past three months..

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Well, so much happened after we got back from Seattle in April, but this is all I have for the rest of April – first, Spot so happy to follow me over to Mom’s house, and he would have gone right into her house if I’d let him. I was just not thinking about how […]

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That was fast!

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I finished posting that post and looked at my e-mails and there’s a copyright claim on both pieces of music that Michio played. At least now I don’t have to worry about looking up the one piece, it’s “Romance,” and the copyright owner is some entity called UMPB Publishing. I was wondering if I’d get […]

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