Meg died

My sister, Meg, died suddenly, on the operating table, well, 24 hours afterward.  She had 4 cardiac arrests on operating table.  Kidneys shut.  She died 24 hours later.  Surgery was to tie off a couple of blood vessels in her stomach that were bleeding.
Meg's memorial service is 5-7-16 in Orlando, FL.  I will be flying down the 5th, returning the 8th. I wrote a poem for Meg.

Other that that, my eyelid seems a bit less swollen, after the steroid injection I received last week from the ophthalmologist.

Paul found a junk lawnmower and resurrected it. Paul mowed the apt. front lawn with it.  He wants to store the mower in the van, along with the go-kart.  Not cool in my book. 

UPDATE , UPDATE 6-8-2016

I was graciously allowed to store some stuff at Leah and Tobie's, which I did.  about a month ago.  Paul stored the go kart there.  But he kept the motor and found another snow blower for 10.00, which I negotiated for him.  I am SUCH A SPINELESS SUCKER FOR my husband.  So I let him store THAT in the van.  I am always feeling sorry for him because he has "nothing to do", and sits on front porch constantly, when he is not fixing motors.

so,, there are 3 motors in van, the snowblower motor (10 HP), the original snowblower motor Paul had attached to the air compressor to make it gas-powered.  also the motor which I bought Paul with my save-a-date job calligraphy money, 99.00, at Harbor Freight (109 with tax, i think), and so the van stinks of gas.  BUMMER.  my fault, right?  Isn't everything my fault around here?

Shingles update

My eye is compromised by shingles, it seems like permanently, but I am clinging to the promises of God.  Praying for complete healing  Am trusting the Lord to help me accommodate and compensate for any deficits I have due to eyelid often wanting to close. 

Buster the dog

Buster the Dog is packing up and moving back to Wilma's, Aunt Wilma's, my friend's dog.  He could care less about herding, and wanted to run around all the time, he's a hunting dog.  I wrote a poem about him and sent it to Sarah H. and James and to Leah, my Amish friends in Mendon.  It was a funny but true poem. 

There is a bad poetry reading night at Portage Library . I plan to participate and read the Buster Saga poem. 

Toby, the dad, thought the poem was funny, but Leah seemed irritated.