Goodby Nitz!

Lost a dear friend and cousin a few days ago.  That darn cancer took her from us too soon.  It was a quick moving one.  We only learned she had it just after Christmas.  Tumors thoughout.  

 

When we were in our first years of marriage we lived in an apartment owned by my grandfather.  We lived in the downstairs one and Nitz and Larry (he was my cousin) lived upstairs.  We were both pregnant and our girls were born two weeks apart.  Many nights (hubby's worked nights) we would sit together and play cards, watch tv etc.  When the went days it was more cards, watching and playing Jeopardy against the contestants (didn't do too bad), watching Days of Our Lives as the babies cooed in the playpen.  

 

Once we had a storm to worrry about.  Tornado warnings were sent and being the resourceful girls that we were, we set up a card table in the basement, filled the wash tub with soda and the baby bottles.  Grabbed bread, lunchment, baby food jars and rode out the storm.  Fortunately the tornado missed us.  But we really had fun down there. 

 

Nitz always had a smile for everyone and the memories just keep rolling.  Rest in Peace Nitz.  I know your parents have welcomed you into their arms.  

Waiting, waiting and more waiting.

Yesterday was just one of those days.  Seems like all I had to do all day was wait for someone.  Day started with health care appointments.  First the yearly booby crushing at 9:15 so was there at 8:50 (I like to be early).  Got in at exactly 9:15, yahoo.  Thought it might be a good day.  Had another trip to Dr. appt. upstairs for 10.  So up I went.  There was one other lady there so I'm thinking good.  In and out.  No such luck.  While waiting three men joined the group.  We sat, and sat, and finally a nurse came up and said he was running late due to a patient problem downstairs.  These appointments happen at the hospital, not the clinic. 

 

Well finally the first woman went in and what the heck?  One of the men, then another of the men, and then the last man.  In came another man and sat down, but it was my turn to go in.  Nurses took my bp, good-124over70.  No complaints there.  Next the ekg and wait for the doctor to come in. Waiting, waiting.  Aha, here he is.  Goes over all the lab tests, ekg, bp, and says I'm doing great.  All is good and keep up the good work.  See you next year.  Guess who they saved to see last.  Yup, you got it.  Me.  I went out the door and make new appt, they were all standing around in hall having a fun time.  Was time for their lunch break.  I made it home just before Days of Our Lives came on, 12:00.

 

It's a good thing I'm a very patient person who had nothing else to do that day.  Someone else would probably have thrown a fit.

 

Now that's not the end of my waiting story.  A little after 1 a truck hit the cable lines, knocking them loose from the house.  The pole is across the street so the line was stretched across to us.  Called and said they would send someone out asap.  I told them the school bus comes through between 3 and 3:45 and it was in its path.  Waited again.  They showed up after both buses went by, about 4 or shortly there after.  We had to put something in the road to make sure no one hit it.