2020 July 06 Docs, Meds, Foods

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hough the golden Sunrise was beautiful to behold, it was but a harbinger of the heat that was going to come forth later in the day. As you can see in the screenshot below, the temperature was already in the 80s before sunrise, with the “feels like” temperature of 85°.

esterday I had posted about having pain in my eye since Friday morning when I woke. This morning, I set an appointment for two this afternoon. I will see the nurse practitioner at Liberty Hill Physicians. I’m also hoping that to get word from the pharmacy that my prescription has been okayed and filled.Ella has prescriptions ready for pick up already. After my two o’clock appointment I also may have an additional prescription issued from the Physicians here in Liberty Hill. So, hopefully, I can get all of those taken care of this afternoon.hen we returned to Texas from Iowa on October 1st, it was with a clear plan to go back to Iowa around the 1st of May 2020. This has been our yearly cycle for over a half-dozen years. We spend the best part of the year in Texas and the warm part in Iowa. We have family in both places and long to see both of them.This year the coronavirus changed those plans. We have now been in Texas for two months longer than we normally would be. We are fearful of the drive north, stopping to eat, or even drive through. Public restrooms, no matter how well maintained, cannot be considered a germ-free. I have always been skeptical of the cleanliness of motel rooms and, during this time even more so. Therefore our travel plans have been put on hold until we have better assurance that we won’t catch this disease, which could be deadly to the two of us.In regard for these facts, I have decided to stop posting how many days we have been in Texas. This year it may be a year or longer. Similarly I’m also no longer posting how many days we have been isolated because of the covid-19 virus. Partially this is due to the fact that we are no longer isolated in the truest sense of the word.We venture forth to pick up groceries or prescriptions, with were ordered online. We also have begun going out to eat, although those are at drive-thru restaurants not eat-in restaurants. Although we still do not gather in large groups, we have gone to family functions several times as well as worship and Sunday School.We are still hand sanitizing and wearing masks whenever we go out in public, but we are going out in public more than during the beginning of isolating.

e arrived a little early at the Doctor’s this afternoon. The entry door and exterior wall was broken. I didn’t ask and wasn’t told, but I am guessing that someone hit it with a car.Haley, the nurse practitioner examined my eye and declared it to be a bacterial infection. As suspected, a prescription was called in. That brought the total meds waiting for us to four. Three for me with one for Ella.ince we were now going to Wal-Mart, I placed the order for groceries to be picked up. The list was already in my online shopping cart. All I had to do was schedule the pickup times. The next available time was between 6 and 7. I took it. Since it was just barely 3 o’clock, I was going to go home. However, Ella said, “I guess we can find something to do for 3 hours.”he first thing we found to do was grab lunch at McDonalds. We took our sandwiches across the parking lot and sat in front of Lowes to eat. We sat there for about an hour and a half. Ella dozed for a bit. Then the sun broke through the clouds to shine on her.We went in search of shade and bathroom. The bathroom I found at QuikTrip gas and convenience store. The shade we found sitting in the pharmacy pickup spot at Wal-Mart. We called to let the pharmacy know which spot we were in. A young woman soon arrived but then she noticed she had left one of the meds on the counter. Before long, she returned with everything needed.Watch our videos on YouTube.It wasn’t quite time for the groceries to be ready, so we found another shady spot in which to wait. Did I mention that we don’t have working air conditioner in the truck? Checkout the forecast at the bottom of this post.The notification arrived that the groceries were ready for pickup. Since we were in the parking lot, it took us no time to be loaded and on our way.Once home, we managed to store nearly everything away in the cupboards.The sun was already setting when we pulled into our RV site.I put the eye drops in the say down to finish today’s journal.See y’all again tomorrow. Stay safe. Remember, we love you.

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2020 April 06 Monday in Liberty Hill, Texas

Welcome to our daily journal. Share it with a friend.www.TomAndEllaJournal.comooking through the fog toward the East at the rising sun. It’s right there. You see it, right? No. No. A little to the left. As you missed it.he view to the South is just as foggy. The far hills have ducked of sight. Don’t take it personal. They are very shy hills. Sometimes they even disappear behind clouds of cedar pollen. No kidding. When the cedar and juniper are pollinating, it drifts like smoke through the valleys.he Western view is probably the foggiest direction at the moment. A couple of yard lights are trying in vain to fight their way through the mists. Just try to hang on until sunrise. Oh … right. No sunrise.

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e broke with tradition and took a morning walk. And it did not involve checking the mail box.love the old time look of the rough cut siding. This building isn’t quite as old as it appears. It was built in the late 1990s with the idea of making it appear like real old western frontier general store.ots of yellow weeds and pink flowers, I think they may be primroses.small patch of blue bonnets and more yellow weeds. Texans go bonkers over blue bonnets. They run out into a large patch of flowers, plunk their baby down for a photo op. Folks, there are rattlesnakes out and about. THINK.into beans and rice with smoked sausage and carrots for lunch.The dishwasher is broke. No, we have no machine that’s broken. It’s me. I’m broker.Found a mask that’ll cover my beard.And it doubles as a cap. How great it’s that?My HUM device notified me that the truck’s battery was in the yellow zone. So we went for a drive to charge it. We were still in isolation. It just was a rolling isolation.God bless and g’nite.

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Day 188 in Texas

Day 25 of us being self isolated.

2020 March 28 Saturday

2020 March 28 Saturday in Liberty Hill TexasGood morning and welcome to our daily journal!

This is day fifteen of being self isolated, not wanting to be around folks with the corona-virus.

t a few minutes past seven thirty this morning, I heard some intermittent patter on the roof. Rain, soft as a cloud of butterfly feet dancing above me. Then it moved on.I have been trying since Thursday, to schedule a pickup time with Wal-Mart for my grocery order. Given my ‘druthers I’d’a druther they’d fetch ’em out to us. However, delivery is not a option in this area of the hills.Each day I’ve checked the schedule, however that day and the day after already had all time slots full. And the application does not allow scheduling past “tomorrow.” Each day that I’ve checked my order, items, that had been in stock when I ordered on Thursday, now show as “OUT OUT STOCK.” So last night … or more correctly … this morning at eight minutes after midnight I was able to schedule a Sunday afternoon time-slot.All of this was said to say this, the drive-up pick-up service is being used by more people than ever before. This is a good thing, in this time of social distancing.

Birth order personality traits.

“There are several popular anecdotes and stereotypes about the vastly different characteristics of siblings based on which order they were born

In any statistical model of behavior, any aberration is simply removed from the equation so as to not skew the results. I am a “skewer”. In my family I am the youngest. However, by the time I was five, I was the only child in the household. But also I had a niece, only three years younger, who lived very close. We grew up together.

So am I:

  1. Youngest,

  2. Only child, or

  3. Oldest?

Maybe This accounts for my multiple personalities. 😀

We have a pair of bushes in our yard that had not shown any sign of life, while other bushes like these, have been greening out for weeks now. Two weeks ago Ella declared them dead. I respond that maybe it just wasn’t their time yet. However, earlier this week as I looked at the dead winter-dried fruit that had failed to fall, I too decided that winter had killed them. This morning, that’s right, they have leaves.And the moral of the story is … Oh you figure it out for yourself.You might also enjoy our podcast for today.

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Day 179 in Texas

2020 March 23 Monday

2020 March 23 Monday in Liberty Hill TexasWelcome to our daily journal! Send Mail to: TomAndEllaJournal@gmail.comDay ten of being self isolated because of the corona-virus..Thoughts on Fog

Fog there was and fog there is. I pray it is fog, else the world beyond is disappearing. Hunkered down, miles from town, how am I to know that underneath the sodden, dripping, grey mass that the water tower, the churches, the gas stations, and stores are still there?

Thoughts on COVID-19

Facemasks, goggles, and gloves, hand sanitizers, disinfectants, and wipes; is this our new normal? Will ever we ride again buses, taxis, planes, and trains without fear of touching what others touched, of breathing in what others had breathed out?

Will people once again gather shoulder to shoulder, clasping hands, and giving hugs. Will worshippers pray, praise, and. sing, their voices muted by respirators?

Will those who cough or sneeze be set outside civilization, their faces covered, and made to yell, “Unclean!”?

airly early this mourning, I crawled into the topper and retrieved those two black storage boxes from the upper right corner. They are filled with freeze dried food.However, there was no rhyme nor reason to how they were laid inn the boxes. I brought them into the RV and sorted them. All of the same kind, e.g. Creamy Potato Soup, were stored together in grocery sacks. Using a Sharpe Pen, I labeled each sack with the contents. I also separated the entrees from the breakfast items, each to their own box.Both Ella and I had prescriptions read for pick up. So, I unsequestered myself and went to Cedar Park. Wal-Mart was beginning to restock, though paper products, flour, and eggs were nowhere to be found. Now we slide bank into isolation until possibly the thirty first. That is when Ella’s follow-up outs scheduled with her urologist… which may be cancelled.ust before five o’clock Ella and I went for our daily walk. We stopped at the.mail box. The letter Ella plac . ed in the box on Saturday was gone, but no new mail was present.8

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Day 176 in Texas

2020 February 26 Wednesday

2020 February 26 Wednesday in Liberty Hill, Texas

hirty seven degrees? I will believe that. Feels like twenty eight, with gusts of twenty four miles per hour? I’ll grant you that also. But “Clear”? I can’t buy that at all! Not when I have the photographs to prove that it is cloudy.

lla fell head-down between the bed and the wall this morning. I had to help her get up and out. When I ask how she felt this morning, she replied, “Like $h!t.” I’ve seem her through a lot of bad times, but I have never seen her hurting like this.

oday began with fasting lab work at our local doctor’s. We arrived a couple minutes early for our eight o’clock appointment. It was about eight thirty when we got back for the blood draw.

hey attempted to get blood from Ella first. It didn’t work. So, they put a heat pad on her arm. While they were waiting to get blood from her, they took mine. When they tried her again, they succeeded in drawing enough blood for their samples.

e arrived at Grandies** just as they were starting. We stayed for the meeting, the roll call, the devotion, and the prayer. However, we did not stay for games. We came directly home, where Ella went to the bedroom and laid down. It wasn’t long until age was asleep.

lla stayed home and in bed when I went to six o’clock choir practice prior to the seven o’clock Ash Wedneosday service.

Single Occupancy

The yellow sticky note hung on the mirror. I slammed the bedroom door. The front door. The car door. Why can’t I slam the door of my heart? As I gripped the steering wheel like a lifeline, I realized that the note was still crushed in my hand.

“It’s not working. Loved you. Bye.”

Not working? Not working! Not working. We knew it from the beginning. It couldn’t work more than you could set fire to an ice cube or freeze a flame. “It’ll never last,” everyone said. “They’ll use each other up in six months,” I’d heard my mother say. She was wrong, it took ten years. Had we used each other up?

I don’t remember starting the car. I don’t remember pulling out of the drive, my body running on automatic. Like a badly edited movie, my mind replayed our entire lives over and over again. Skipping from scene to scene, from event to event. Where were the turning points? Why couldn’t I see it? How could I know it and not know it at the same time?

The cold December sun hung brightly in the afternoon sky. Naked trees cast zebra stripes on the blacktop. Sun. Shadow. Sun. Shadow. Sun. Shadow. Mesmerized by the light flickering through the windshield, I drove.

West. I was driving west. I wasn’t actually going west. I was going away. That’s what people do. They go away. I didn’t want to go away. With all my heart I ached to stay. But I couldn’t. Not now! Not! Now! People go away. My father went away. My job went away and then my friends went away. Now, she went away.

What made Away better than Here? Were the skies clearer or the colors deeper in Away? Did Away make the pain also go away? What would I find when I reached Away? How would I know when I reached it? Were there green signs posted that read, “Welcome to Away”?

Sunlight changed to heat as it passed through the car windows. My face was flush with the warmth while my feet were freezing in shadows beneath the dash. Heat and cold. That was the struggle from the beginning. Heat and cold. You combine heat and cold and you have … nothing! We were too different. Not the kind of difference that adds strength to the other’s weakness. No, we canceled each other. Together we were less than we were separately. Heat and cold. Light and shadow. Her and I.

As if distributed by a miser, an occasional flake of snow flew through the air. For hours the snow had fallen thus, and yet there was no accumulation. “Where does the snow go?” I wondered aloud. It was too cold to melt and yet there was no sign of it on the ground. “Perhaps it is the same five or six flakes accompanying me down the road.”

It suited my mood to have tiny shards of ice as my only companion.

The road unraveled for mile after mile, straight and lonely, yet the scenery never varied. Half shutting my eyes against the sun’s glare, I felt fortunate that I wasn’t driving directly into it.

I didn’t feel fortunate. She was gone. The weight of loneliness sat on my shoulders and compressed my spine as I hunched over the steering wheel. My mind became numb from the sameness of the terrain. My mind became numb from reliving that morning. If I had said this would it have made a difference? If I had done that would the outcome have been different? Deep down, I knew that the answer was “no”.

We may have started on the same road at the same time, but we never traveled the same direction at the same speed. Small changes here and there until we realized we weren’t even on the same path anymore. To her, the destination was the goal. To me, the journey was the goal. She accumulated possessions and I shed them. She used people and gathered things. I used things and gathered people. Her life was external. My life was internal. We hadn’t used each other up. We just nullified each other, like a mathematical equation where each side was equal, but the sum was always zero.

I struggled to keep my eyes half open that had been half-closed against the glare. The world that was black and white, light and dark, now seemed to be covered in a uniform gray. Slowly, fatigue overtook me and I dozed.

I awoke, still driving. The sun dropped below the horizon and I hadn’t noticed. A headache settled between my eyes, the heartache settled between my ribs.

The snow finally begun to collect on the ground, bushes and trees. The headlights created patches of brilliance in the darkness. The trees reached with skeletal hands across the road. Everything was white and black again. Contrast! Nothing but sharp contrast. It was hard to judge distances without the shades of grey.

Our lives weren’t always black and white. There were times when we blended. I guess those were gray times. Those gray times were the moments I wanted most to remember. The gray times were peaceful, possibly even restful. However, they were unsustainable because the intensity of the contrast in white and black were so much stronger! The conflict was more passionate and more alive than the dull gray of those times.

Red! A flash of red. Beyond my headlights a sign appeared. “M el” in neon letters beckoned. Was this Away? My tires crunched on gravel as I pulled to a stop in front of the office. Peeling paint and tarnished metal were the main decorating elements of a motel that had started out cheep and gone down hill from there. A faded sign read “Family owned since 1979”. To these people this was Here. Were they all still Here or had some of them gone away?

The motel clerk sat in the dim light of a forty watt bulb reading a yellowed newspaper. He rose from behind the desk like a specter rising through fog. In the hoarse whisper of a voice long unused he had asked, “Single Occupancy?”

And I cried.

Original published under my pen name of Newdigate Ausley

hirty four degrees at bedtime. Predicted to be twenty nine by morning. That’s cold enough that started the water dripping so the lines won’t freeze. I’m glad that I just emptied the gray water tank. I just got that it doesn’t drop enough tho refill the tank before morning. It’s a real slow drip.

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  • *The Over The Hill Gang, (3307 RR 1869) Any area senior 50 years or older is invited to join for fellowship and a meal every Thursday at 11:30 a.m. The first meal is free; afterwards, individuals are asked to donate $6 for their meal.
  • **Grandies welcomes those 50+ every week with friendship, games and a ministry to connect to others. As a special part of their ministry, Grandies sign and send greeting cards with inspirational messages to those serving in the military, the sick or homebound and church members celebrating happy milestones like birthdays and graduation. Since this ministry started, more than 3,300 cards have been sent!

In the summer, Grandies also work to make available snack packs through Operation Liberty Hill for children who may not otherwise have enough food without a school in session. Additionally, they provide meals at Vacation Bible School. and host bake sales twice a year to raise funds for their important works.

Wednesdays, 9 a.m.
Currently meets at the OTHG building (3307 RR 1869)

2020 January 20 Monday

2020 January 20 Monday MLK Day in Liberty Hill, Texas

gain I slept well and could have slept longer if the alarm had not awakened us. However, Ella had an appointment for a CT scan first thing today.

h yeah, freezing! Right here in this little section of paradise it dropped down to freezing over night.

e were on the road before sunrise this morning. At times it was difficult seeing the road because I was driving straight into the sun.

t was slightly after eight o’clock when we arrived at Austin Radiology Associates this morning. Ella had paperwork to complete. The appointment was for 8:40 however they were able to get her in at 8:25 and out by 10.

e were going to stop at IHOP for breakfast, but the parking lot was completely full. We decided on Hobo Junction instead. I decided to have a full order of their chicken fried steak. A full order fills a dinner plate, so the eggs, biscuit, and grits come on a separate plate.

ook at that huge white hot ball of fire as it balances atop the treeline.

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  • Day 111 in our Texas home

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*The Over The Hill Gang, (3307 RR 1869) Any area senior 50 years or older is invited to join for fellowship and a meal every Thursday at 11:30 a.m. The first meal is free; afterwards, individuals are asked to donate $6 for their meal.**Grandies welcomes those 50+ every week with friendship, games and a ministry to connect to others. As a special part of their ministry, Grandies sign and send greeting cards with inspirational messages to those serving in the military, the sick or homebound and church members celebrating happy milestones like birthdays and graduation. Since this ministry started, more than 3,300 cards have been sent!

In the summer, Grandies also work to make available snack packs through Operation Liberty Hill for children who may not otherwise have enough food without a school in session. Additionally, they provide meals at Vacation Bible School. and host bake sales twice a year to raise funds for their important works.

Wednesdays, 9 a.m.
Currently meets at the OTHG building (3307 RR 1869)