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Filed under: prairie musings, Mackenzie — Peg Britton @ 8:30 am


Grandchildren are special…so it is with a lot of love that I send Mackenzie  special birthday wishes today.    Have a wonderful day celebrating with your St. Louis friends. I miss our family birthday gatherings of yore and I know you do too.



Filed under: prairie musings, friends, Dane Britton, Mackenzie, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 10:09 pm


Here’s my neighborhood baseball captain, Jack Gillam.  I was always on Jack’s baseball team when we were in grade school.  We’ve been friends since that time.  Jack, his wife Betty and their boys, Jack, Jeff and Jay have been our family friends for….ever.  Our kids grew up together.

Jack graduated from K-State with a degree in architecture and I graduated with a degree in architecture from KU.  He learned a lot more than I did and he was instrumental in getting our house put together in Ellsworth that I sold only after moving here. He and his son Jeff, also an architect, are responsible for hundreds of school buildings, hospitals, nursing home, houses and other outstanding buildings across Kansas and elsewhere. They have done outstanding work and made significant contributions in their field.  Jack and Betty’s oldest son, Jack, is my dentist and keeps me smiling.

Jack lives here at the Palace and his wife, Betty, is here too in health care.  I went to the Ginormous Instrument Concert today and Jack was there too…so we sat together. His son, Jack, was there as well.  The room was packed with what I think is the largest audience since I’ve lived here. Many people came especially to watch Nathan Zimmerman, young son of Carolyn Hofer and Mark Zimmerman, who was one of nine stand-up bass players. Mark and Carolyn and family join John Zimmerman  here for Sunday dinner so the residents  have gotten to know their children and enjoy following their activities.

I didn’t know John Zimmerman when I was young, but his wife, Patsy Davis, and I were playmates…then friends for years.  Now, John takes the Wall Street Journal and delivers it to me when he’s finished with it.  That paper gets a good workout from the two of us.

It’s especially nice living here at the Palace since so many of my friends from the days of my youth living in Salina are here too.  They include:  Jack and Betty, Margie and Loren Walter, Marsha Stewart, John and Katie Weckel, Margie Eberhardt Wilson, Ivy Marsh, Shirley Drawbaugh, Mary Beth Engleman, Ginny Frederick, Pete Peterson, Amy Hoffman, Leo Lake and Louie Reynolds. I imagine I’ve failed to mention someone.

After my granddaughter, Mackenzie Britton, was born at Asbury Hospital on January 27th, 1983, a huge blizzard occurred on the day she was to leave.  Traffic was at a stand-still and Dane, Julie and Mackenzie were stranded at the hospital…with no place to go and no hope of getting home to Ellsworth.  Jack Gillam found a friend with heavy equipment….the only thing moving in Salina… came to the hospital and took the three of them to Jack’s house where they spent the next several days.  Here’s what Julie had to say about it:

“What a great friend Jack was on Mackenzie’s first night out of the hospital. We were trapped in a huge snowfall and Jack rescued us and took us into his home and kept the fires burning. His sweet wife made a crib from a study Mead paper box and lined it with Betty approved flannel sheets and mattress.”

Jack and Betty really were life savers.  We’ve talked about that Mead paper box and how happy Mackenzie was in for the first few days of her life.  They have been good friends in many ways for many years. It’s nice to still be close after all these years even if it’s not in a way any of us envisioned back in our youth.
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My good friend for a life time, Ivy Marsh, leads the way into the dining room accompanied by a SHS basketball player/waiter. I’m following with that look about me like I don’t know exactly where I am or why I’m there.

It was actually a nice evening, better than most special functions, with decent but not exceptional food and entertainment.   Ivy and I sat with Hazel and a town guest of hers so the conversation was lively. Brad Radatz, in the green shirt on the right, is our new executive director and, like his predecessor, is good about attending events.  Kim Fair took the picture. The dining room was packed and everyone seemed to enjoy the evening.

It doesn’t seem possible that Christmas is just around the corner…like we’re down to the last 12 days.  It’s a good thing I have nothing to do to prepare for it as it wouldn’t get done.  Thanksgiving leftovers are still on my mind.  I am looking forward to spending Christmas in Ellsworth with Todd, Karen, Ally, Drew, Christy, Mackenzie and Tyler.  It will be a long winter after that, but since I rarely have to fight the elements, it’s not a concern.

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My grandson, Tyler, does a lot of traveling and, from time to time, he asks me to tell him where I’ve been, or about one of my favorite destinations. That’s hard as every trip had it special highlights.

There are many places in the US I haven’t seen, but I’ve also had the opportunity to see and visit many places, some many times.  The only two states I haven’t visited are Rhode Island and Delaware.

I thought it might be convenient for Tyler, and interesting for me if I could list the places outside the US where Brit and I, Ally and I, Dane, Mackenzie and I or I alone, have visited…not just passed through on the way to some place else.  The journey brought me back many memories.

Brit and I went to Mexico City, Cuernavaca, Taxco and Aculpulco on our honeymoon.  We also drove to Mexico randomly just because we loved it so much.  One trip was to Tampico to meet Vera and Reuben Sparks. We went to Aculpulco again with Karma and Paul Aylward and stayed at Tres Vidas, which may have been dissolved by the salty ocean water.  It was a magnificent place.

We also made four trips to Hawaii which were wonderful, but they don’t count in this list.

Brit was the People-to-People leader for a group of Kansas bankers we took to China for an extended visit.  We took numerous tours with other groups…and by ourselves. Many were trips that Dane arranged.

Ally and I drove 7,000 miles during our trip to visit Cape Breton in Nova Scotia.  We ate only at locally owned restaurants and slept in locally owned motels/B & B’s. Ally played golf with a group of guys we met over a sack of garlic we happened to have and that they desperately needed.  No fast food/franchise patronizing. We stayed in Baddeck for a week or so and loved Lunenburg where she took the helm of a large sailing vessel and was invited by the captain to stay and sail for him.  She’s that good. I love Nova Scotia.

Ally and I also took a 17 day trip through the Panama Canal on the Norwegian Wind and racked up some wonderful memories.  Another time we spent 10 days in Cancun where she spend her time cave diving and I luxuriated at the Grand Mayan Resort.

Another memorable trip was one that Mackenzie and I took to visit Dane in Hungary when he was there working for the Eisenhower Foundation assisting Hungary to return to a democratic government.  That was a wonderful trip and holds special memories not only of Hungary, but other countries as well. .  Mackenzie lost a tooth while we were there so we launched it in to the Danube and figured some day it would  be inside a big fish in the Black Sea.

I didn’t list a family cruise we took in the Caribbean or the bucket trip the family took with Brit before he died.  Of course, we didn’t venture out of the US for that.

Brit and I had three trips to London/England and I went another time to visit my friends, Ann Harrison, and John and Geoff Spearman (Ally and I met them on the Panama Canal trip). I remember one flight to from New York to London where we were served 7 full meals before we landed in London and we didn’t go to bed until our return flight home two days later.  We were young then.

I don’t have my passports with me which would give me a better idea of what I may have missed, but for all practical purposes, this list will cover most of my travel destinations.  I’ve always had an itch to travel…Dane, Todd, Mackenzie, Tyler, Drew and Ally all have the same gene.  Before he’s finished, Tyler will put my list to shame.  He’s already way ahead of most 26 year old travelers who have to do it on their own.

My Travel To Non-US Destinations (more than just passing through):

Bahamas, Nassau
Costa Rica
Cartagena, Colombia
Panama City
San Blas Islands
Panama Canal
Australia, Sydney
Australia, Canberra
Australia, Melbourne
New Zealand, Rotorua
New Zealand, Queenstown
New Zealand, Christ Church
Indonesia, Jakarta, Jawa Barat
Indonesia, Bali
Philippines, Manila
French Polynesia, BoraBora
Japan, Kyoto
Japan, Tokyo x2
Malaysia, Jahore Bahru
Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur
Thailand, Bangkok
Hong Kong
China, Shanghai
China, Beijing
China, Guangzhou
Canada, Victoria
Canada, Vancouver
Canada, Banff
Canada, Jasper
Canada, Lake Louise
Canada, Medicine Hat
Canada, Calgary
Canada, Edmonton
Canada, Quebec City x2
Canada Montreal
Canada, Nova Scotia, Kentville
Canada, Nova Scotia, Baddeck, Cape Breton Island
Canada, Lunenburg
Canada, Digby
Canada, New Brunswick
Canada, Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island
Mexico, Cancun
Mexico, Monterrey
Mexico, Puerto Vallarta
Mexico, Mexico City
Mexico, Taxco
Mexico, Aculpulco
Mexico, Tres Vidas (where is it?)
Mexico, Cuernavaca
Mexico, Guadalajara
Mexico, San Angel ?
Mexico, Tampico
England, London x3
England, Southern England Petworth and Pulborough
England , Stanley, County Durham
Scotland, Edinburgh
Scotland, Tighnabruaich
Hungary, Budapest
Czechoslovakia, Prague
Austria, Vienna

The end.  My traveling days are over.
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Living here is like a nice bowl of cherries or attending Korean summer bible camp…however you look at it.  It’s all cherries and happiness time for me.

In recent days I’ve had wonderful friends stop by for chats, some bearing good things to eat. It’s always this way.  If I were still living at home alone, I would not experience this kind of activity.  Family yes, but my friends at home work and I couldn’t  get out and about to see them except infrequently.  Everyone is busy and I understand that.  Moving here separated me from lifelong good friends who I didn’t see all that often, but it put me in a position here where I am surrounded by people, some have become good friends.

I have an open door policy here so anyone who wants feels welcome to enter anytime.  Most often, they just walk down the hall and wave as they go by, but even that is better than sitting home alone, as I would be if I were still living in Ellsworth.  There are people working on the jigsaw puzzle in the lobby or having coffee at the coffee bar all the time…day and night.  So, if I had a spell of loneliness, I could always find someone to chat with at any time.   Insomnia goes with old age so someone or another is roaming around.  I really do like the people who live here as they come from all walks of life and are interesting in their own way.

The main highlight of recent day visitors was Tyler who was able to come from Cincinnati for a short weekend.  He was here Friday night for our Five-Hundred-Thousandth Annual Palace Soup Supper, a day of football with his dad in Manhattan on Saturday and back to Cincy on Sunday.  That’s a lot of road time for such a short time here, but he doesn’t seem to mind.  We love it that he can be here, even if only for a few hours.  Tyler does good work, good things.

Todd, Karen, Ally, Jan Paull, Lynn Taylor, Ann and Terry Headrick were all here before we split up and went downstairs to eat chili and chicken noodle soup.

Other friends have been in and out:  Ellen Morgan came by for green tomatoes and a visit, Lynn Taylor stopped for a glass of wine and a break from working pie detail for the soup supper.  My neighbor,  Carolyn Eland, was here for a wonderful afternoon of chatting about family, music, ballet, travel, politics and other topics of common interest.  She loaned me a couple of books her PhD brother wrote which I’m enjoying reading.  Faithful friends, Ann and Terry, we in and out a  couple of times, once bearing beer and hard cider.  Yum.

Dalene Anderson and her daughter, Leah, came by to deliver a case of Two Buck Chuck’s wine from Trader Joe’s.  I really appreciate that.  Dalene, whose dad lives here, is a peck of fun and I love it when she’s here visiting.  She and her sister, Karen Collins, and their kids and grandkids are frequent visitors and delightful/fun folk.  They’ve become wonderful friends.  If I weren’t living here, I never would have met any of them.  That’s one of the special things about living here.  I’ve made so many wonderful friends just by living here and being part of the big family of friends of other inmates.

Jovita Christensen who lives up on the 6th floor by Ivy, stopped by with a pan of homemade cinnamon rolls and my neighbor, Hazel, arrived with a bowl of wonderful baked apples, warm from the oven.  Jovita and Hazel both have reputations for being excellent cooks…and are famous for their baked goods.

Margie dropped by with two Harry and David pears that were wonderful and stayed for a glass of Malbec.  I go through a lot of wine.  Red wine is especially good for old people, they say.  No one here argues about that.

I was downstairs when Barbara Houdek arrived with one of her famous Dutch apple pies, so I bought it at the food sale.  It was fabulous.   I shared some of it with Hazel, Ivy and Margie.  Barbara still makes angel food cakes from scratch…no mixes for her…and beats those egg white with a whip by hand.

Last week Ally was here running errands so I had her drop me off at the Korean Restaurant where I  had a wonderful bowl of Korean Ramen chicken veggie soup that was both steamy hot and spicy hot.  It was wonderful.  I spent the afternoon at the restaurant visiting with Joomi and Tim and reading a Lee Childs book that was easy to absorb in bits and pieces. The restaurant is light and airy, the odors that waft through are wonderful and I just blend into the wall paper. Later in the afternoon Joomi made bananas Foster with scoops of ice cream that she, Tim and I devoured. They are very nice and treat all their customers like the family we are. I love that place. It’s my home away from home.

Mabelle Maes, another neighbor of mine, stopped by for some of Ally’s tomatoes. She accidentally dropped one on the floor and it rolled under a table and a couple of chairs where it lodged up against the wall.  In a jiff she was down on her hands and knees and under the table retrieving it even though I insisted she leave it where it was. I can’t pick up stuff off the floor and do periodic pick ups with one of the half dozen picker-upper tools I have strategically placed around my apartment.Mabelle is agile as a fox….and 96 years old. She’s another good cook. The other day she brought me a plate of monster cookies she’d baked.

Amy Hoffman left a bowl of white chili in my kitchen that was wonderful.  Ally arrived with potato soup, chili and other good things.  Somewhere in the mix Karen came and changed the sheets on my bed. She keeps me in a clean bed and runs lots of errands for me. Without help from her, Todd and Ally, I’d have a difficult time living where I do. They do wonderful things for me.

I also caught up with Mackenzie yesterday as she came to my rescue on a computer problem I was having. As usual, she sorted through it in short order and walked me through a fix. It was not a common problem and should have only happened if I were using two monitors. Kenz loves living in St. Louis, works for Asynchrony where she’s a senior web developer learning new things all the time, lives in a wonderful complex, has good friends who do interesting things.  Tyler spent the night with her Thursday on his way home so they had an opportunity to catch up on cousin news.

I’m looking forward to this weekend as grandson Drew and his girl friend, Christy, will be here from Boulder for a quick visit. It’s always fun to catch up with them as they lead very busy, interesting lives. Since that is the weekend of the KU vs K-State rivalry everyone around here will be drawing up sides for their team and donning all kinds of very old, worn out college shirts and hats. We’ll have special gatherings for the game.

The same is true for Halloween Happenings, which is the 31st. There will be a “Draculas Diner” the 31st. I’m not sure what that is…is it a dinner in a diner which maybe should be Dracula’s Diner Dinner…or it is supposed to be a dinner for many Draculas…as in Draculas’ dinner…or are there lots of Draculas in a diner? Grammar is grandly abused around this place which doesn’t help the split-infinitive-challenged crowd. It will be an evening filled with Bloody Marys, spookghetti and eyeballs, Frankenstein fingers…etc. But, the best thing is that the employees bring their children to the Palace after dinner so we can pass out candy and see them in their cute costumes. That is always fun.

Lunch was especially good today…nice fresh fruit, good cheeseburgers with warm buns and good toppings, potato salad, and much, much better than usual baked beans.  I took some of Ally’s mustard sauce, a sliced jalapeno pepper and fresh tomatoes to top my burger.  Hazel, Ivy and I  enjoyed our lunch and lively conversation.  Doris wasn’t there at “her” table and we all miss her enormously.  She has something contagious so we can’t visit her.  She is one very special lady.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Tyler Britton USAF, Drew Britton, Mackenzie — Peg Britton @ 7:00 pm

What have I been doing?, you asked.  It boils down to doing a bit of this and that everyday with no real demands on my time or brain.

Well, we have the usual new people who move into apartments that we have to meet and become acquainted with.  As with any such migration, there are those that we enjoy and have more in common with than others.  But they are all nice folk and it’s good to have their company.

We’re still down to one elevator which has its downside although we work around it.  They haven’t even started working on the malfunctioning one so I don’t know when in the near future it will be operational.  I can’t imagine what would happen if the only good elevator shot craps, as it’s been on the fritz from time to time.  I could manage to walk one flight of stairs once a day, I think….not really sure how that would be….but there are those living on the 6th floor and that is not an option for them.  None is young, and while some are far more physically able than others, it would pose a real nightmare.

I sat outside for a while tonight and visited with Jason and Nellie who always sit quietly side by side holding hands.  They are in their late 80s and have been married a very long time. Bob and Anita were there too…they weren’t holding hands but rather engaged in a lively conversation.

I loved The Secret Lives of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd and just finished “The Invention of Wings,” her newest novel that was inspired by the lives of abolitionist Sarah Grimké and her young slave.  The setting is in Charleston so I passed it on to my friend, Doris, as I think she would like it.  Her daughter lives in Charleston so we talk about that area of the country from time to time over lunch.

I’ve made a slight den in The Little Friend by Donna Tart, author of one of my all-time favorite books, The Goldfinch.   In this book, “a nine-year-old boy is found hanging from the branch of a black tupelo tree in his parents’ garden. The sudden, unsolved act of violence - the inexplicable murder of the universally adored young son - becomes the unreferred-to catastrophe which sends a whole extended Baptist family of grandmothers and great-aunts into displacement and grief.”

Standing by, is Tartt’s other book The Secret History and I may jump to it.  I think as much as I love Tartt’s style and order of words in spinning her tales, I’m getting a little weary of young boys dying.

So, while trying to keep up with reading, I also have to wander around Netflix to find the next exciting adventure I want to watch.  My grand kids, and several younger friends, have long talked about how much they liked Breaking Bad.  When the series first started, I watched a couple of episodes and discounted it as another drug deal gone wrong.  But, a couple of my friends were over the other day and we talked about it again and since they were so hung up on it, I decided to give it another try. Voila!  I liked it and watched all five seasons of 16 episodes each back to back on Netflix.  That’s what I did last week. I don’t like watching weekly episodes on TV…at all…and much prefer taking the whole series in one swipe.

They give free manicures here to anyone who wants one every month.  I’ve never gone to get one and I doubt there is anyone who needs one more than I.  I did take about a dozen pair of reading glasses to Stacy Munson last week for her repair and cleaning.  She works at WalMart and once a month they provide eye glass service.  It’s very nice.

Sandwiched in with all of that was my 86th birthday which was filled with friends, phone calls, emails and greeting cards to last me forever. It was quiet and very enjoyable. My friend Lynn took me to Longhorn’s for a great steak dinner and my kids did the same the next night.  They make great “from scratch” margaritas.  It was a good event becoming a year older.

My grandson, Tyler, was here for about 24 hours to attend a friend’s wedding reception.  We  had a good visit.  He never gets to spend much time in Kansas, but that’s okay.  He’s doing exemplary  work elsewhere.  If you scroll down from this entry, you will find pictures of him and his friends on their latest trip to Peru.  He has more exciting trips planned for this fall.

This concludes the end of the first year my granddaughter has worked as a developer at Asynchrony in St. Louis.  I’m very proud of her.  She made a bold move from Dallas, a job and a lot of friends to move to St. Louis a few years ago…where she didn’t know anyone.  She’s done very well.  Now, I can only hope she works her way west.  Wouldn’t it be nice if all my grandkids lived in the Denver/Boulder area?  I think so.


And, my grandson Drew, and his constant companion Sarge, just climbed three more peaks in Colorado last weekend.  This picture was taken atop Redcloud.  He must be close to reaching his goal of climbing all the 14,000 footers in Co.  I’m so proud of all my grandchildren.


If you have some spare time when you are in Salina, I’d love to have you stop by to visit and see the Palace.  It’s a good place to be.

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Family:  Ally, Karen, Christy, Drew, me, Todd


Family:  Ally, Karen, Mackenzie, Drew, me, Todd

It was a wonderful weekend with family….



Filed under: prairie musings, friends, Mackenzie, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 1:22 pm

I’m doing three loads of laundry today (do you know how many trips up and down the hall that is?) and reading The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt.  My neighbor, Amy Hoffman, recommended it.  Amy is a retired English teacher and knows good literature.  It’s a page-turner.

“The Goldfinch is a rarity that comes along perhaps half a dozen times per decade, a smartly written literary novel that connects with the heart as well as the mind….Donna Tartt has delivered an extraordinary work of fiction.”–Stephen King, The New York Times Book Review

Theo Decker, a 13-year-old New Yorker, miraculously survives an accident that kills his mother. Abandoned by his father, Theo is taken in by the family of a wealthy friend. Bewildered by his strange new home on Park Avenue, disturbed by schoolmates who don’t know how to talk to him, and tormented above all by his longing for his mother, he clings to the one thing that reminds him of her: a small, mysteriously captivating painting that ultimately draws Theo into the underworld of art.

As an adult, Theo moves silkily between the drawing rooms of the rich and the dusty labyrinth of an antiques store where he works. He is alienated and in love-and at the center of a narrowing, ever more dangerous circle.

THE GOLDFINCH is a mesmerizing, tell-all-your-friends triumph, hailed by Stephen King as “a rarity that comes along perhaps half a dozen times per decade, a smartly written literary novel that connects with the heart as well as the mind.” (New York Times Book Review) ”

Meantime, I’ve been fascinated reading about trophic cascades among wolves, elk, aspen etc in Yellowstone National Park. I can’t get enough of it.

Reading is better than walking the halls doing laundry….

Our little Emma Grace has been returned to her parents.  She got to see Mackenzie (with her hair cut after more than two years hiatus from the shears) and Ty on her way through St. Louis, which was very special for Mackenzie.


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Filed under: prairie musings, friends, Tyler Britton USAF, Mackenzie, Presbyterian Manor, Emma — Peg Britton @ 7:49 am

One of my constant nightmares is gone for the first time in about six years.  Thanks to Affordable Health Care, every member of my family has health insurance.

Over the weekend a delicious “brunch of the decade” at Lynn’s house, in honor of her mother’s birthday, was my highlight of the week.  We started out with a generous supply of mimosas which brought on smiles of good things to follow…a fresh vegetable frittata,  blueberry and peach French toast, two kinds of muffins…one savory and the other filled with English blood orange marmalade… and two kinds of plump link sausages, a gorgeous bowl of mixed fresh fruit….and special hot tea.  Leftovers followed me home and I had the same thing for dinner.  It was wonderful.

Another highlight came yesterday when my youngest grandson surprised me with a call from Germany where he had just delivered a CCAT patient from Afghanistan.  It was a turn-around flight so he didn’t have much time on the ground, but we did have time for a short exchange. Those are very precious moments. He’ll be stateside, we think, in May.

I also had nice visits with my granddaughter in St. Louis and my sister-in-law in Denver.  A good friend who lives back and beyond WaKeeney also called in with the news of the day. I love her calls. In other pasttimes, I finished the Jeffrey Archer book that followed his “trilogy”.  The next book won’t be found at better book stores everywhere until next year.  Now I’m reading the Book Thief by Markus Zusak.  Tyler just finished reading “A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: How I Learned to Live a Better Story”.  I’ll put it on my “to read” list as I enjoy reading what my grandkids read. They are way ahead of me.

Tomorrow I’m “goin’ home” to Ellsworth to see for the first time  my new great-grandbaby, Emma.  My friend, Lynn, and I are making an afternoon trip west to include some Mexican food in Ellsworth and visiting the rels.  It should be a wonderful day.

There are lots of things going on today so I need to move on to sittercise class then lunch and exposure to art.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Dane Britton, Mackenzie — Peg Britton @ 7:14 am


Dane would have been 62 today…he was on this earth for only 56 years, but he made an enormous difference in the lives of many.



Filed under: prairie musings, Tyler Britton USAF, Afghanistan, Mackenzie — Peg Britton @ 8:28 pm

Most of my friends here are not into technology.  They don’t want a computer even though they have an idea of the world that would open to them if they had one. I just can’t imagine my life without a computer and thanks to my granddaughter, Mackenzie, I can rest assured she’ll keep me provided with one that will probe the universe.  I love this one that she got for me…another Dell with all the bells and whistles.  If I go to a Mac, I will have to find a new granddaughter and I’m not about to do that.

Years ago I told her I was buying my last computer and that I’d take it with me when “they” put me in the nursing home.  It would have racing stripes.  I don’t know how many computers she’s bought for me since then, but I would guess 5 or 6.  I’m in the “nursing home” now with a room equipped with all the latest technological gadgets at my fingertips.  There are wires strung around like you see pictured in Indian (spot Indian) call centers…a mass of wires of all shapes and sizes with surge protectors all cluttering the floor.  The maintenance guys here just walk in and smile.  They know there is nothing they can do about it.   They put in a new generator and I think it was just for me.

call-center.jpg >>>>>>>those wires  lead to my apartment…

My grandson called me from Afghanistan this morning.  Well, he Skyped me which is even better as I got to see him fit, healthy and smiling.  I could see the hairs on his neck and his beautiful smile.  We talked as if he were in the same room together.  I find that just incredible…after all, I’m 84 and this wasn’t possible even a few years ago.  If some of my friends here had  persevered, they too could be having the same kinds of conversations with their grandchildren and great-grandchildren who live far away.  It isn’t fun getting old because the world passes you buy before you know what’s happening.  It’s a struggle to keep up with friends and family….not entirely possible, but with some effort, it can makes a difference if you have a computer and long-distance service…and use them.

I don’t get to see some of my friends as often as I would like, but thanks to Cox services, I can talk with my kids, grandkids, Sandra, Joyce, Susie,Betty, Shirley, Nancy and other friends as often as I like.  Yea for more technology.

Tomorrow I’m getting my hair cut.  Marsha has a shop on the first floor so it’s convenient.  She’s good and charges $16.00.  I don’t have to get in my car and go any place and I love her service.  Her son works at the Correctional Facility in Ellsworth so we always have a lot to talk about.

Ally came today and we had lunch…a burger at Bogey’s.  I don’t go there often but I’ve decided I don’t like their shakes.  I liked the ones Melinda Svaty liked, but they can’t seem to make it like that anymore. I do like their sugar free cherry limeades.  We ran into the Tomans and Connie and Mark Martin, which was nice.  Ally ran some errands for me and best of all…she hauled my trash to the dumpster.  I don’t know how I accumulate so much refuse and it’s a pain for me to carry down the hall.  I really do appreciate it when she or Todd does it for me.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Mackenzie, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 1:37 pm

If you want to surprise someone here with… say… a birthday party, tell no one.  Keep it under your hat because once someone else knows, EVERYONE knows.  It’s pretty funny, actually.  My friend, Dale, who lives here has two daughters who wanted to surprise him Tuesday with a birthday party and told the person in charge of such events who immediately confused Dale with John.  She told John she wanted his picture for publications etc. and he wondered why.  Now, why wouldn’t you?.  By the time she figured John wasn’t Dale, the cat was out of the bag and everyone in the Palace knew there was a party coming up.  Don’t even try.  The point was not to talk about it to anyone, John, Dale or anyone.

I’ve had some wonderful company lately.  Jannie Gro came to visit last week.  I hadn’t seen her in several months so her visit was a very nice surprise.  Brit and I spent many wonderful occasions with her parents, Jack and Mazie Grothusen,  and we’ve always been very fond of their children.

Eddie Jilka popped in from Silverton over the holidays as he’s done every Christmas since he was about 14.

Lynn, Jane and I went to the Blue Skye Brewery and Eats Wednesday night for a beer and pizza then ambled down to the Ultra Lounge for a Flat Tire and Trivia.  Lynn won again, as she always does.  It’s fun.  We were surrounded by young men, two from New York, who were a delight and so funny.  They thought they were going to beat Lynn, but of course they didn’t even come close.  It’s still a mystery how they learned of it, but they were passing though Kansas from CA on their way back to NY and stopped to play trivia in Salina.  How do you learn about such obscure events when you’re cruising down the highway?

Last night I was included in Lynn’s mother’s  Friday night dinner group and had a wonderful meal that Lynn  prepared for us.  She always puts a new twist on everything including the best brownies I’ve ever had.  I won’t tell you the secret ingredients or you won’t believe me.

The monthly outing for dinner was supposed to be to Kanza Yanza, a downtown eatery.  But the place was closed when the group arrived.  Someone forgot to check to see when they were open so they went to The Olive Garden instead.  I think if I’d been on the bus I would have been tempted to take a cab home.  I just don’t care much for the food there.  Next month the group is going to Blue Skye Brewery and Eats so I’ll sign up for that.  There are lots of good things on their menu…and off…I haven’t yet tried.  Their thin crust pizzas and hamburgers are wonderful.

My friend Doris loaned me her Christmas books, a trilogy by Jeffrey Archer.  I’m reading “Best Kept Secret”, the last book in the series.  I’ve already devoured the first two, “Only Time Will Tell” and “The Sins of the Father”.  Archer can tell a story with such conviction and such appealing naivete that you suspend disbelief and read happily on.

Doris is one of my best friends here and I usually have lunch with her every day.  She is 20 years older than I, but when you get to be as old as we are that doesn’t seem to matter. I enjoy her sense of humor enormously.  She fell in the shower this morning and it emotionally unnerved her, for just cause, as it took a half hour for someone to find her.  She said she didn’t have anything else to do while she was waiting for help, and as the water was cascading over her, she took advantage of the opportunity and  shampooed her hair. Indomitable Doris.

My granddaughter, Mackenzie, has a birthday on Monday.  I can’t believe she’ll be 31. It just doesn’t seem possible.  I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Mackenzie.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Ally Britton, Mackenzie — Peg Britton @ 7:58 am


Ally’s Peruvian Inkkas.  Photo by Lindsay Jackson-Mog…

I  love ‘em. Mackenzie is sporting a pair too.



Filed under: prairie musings, Mackenzie, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 8:01 pm


There is a lift kerfuffle in progress at the Palace and it’s only going to get worse before it gets better.  Only one elevator is operational.  That would be the small one.  The large one that moves a lot of maintenance “stuff”, large moving carts and people, some in wheelchairs or carrying oxygen tanks, just doesn’t want to work without stranding people where they wish not to be stranded.

It wouldn’t be so bad if the people being hoisted would follow some common sense rules……like, don’t just stand there. MOVE!!!  They get in the elevator and just stand there…like you can just walk around them in the two inch space they left for you.  They don’t get it.

I’ve tried to be in the Christmas spirit today (and every day) and stand back from the elevator when there are visitors trying to get from here to there.  It’s the inmates that are aggravations.  I let two elevators leave without me so to accommodate others that seemed to need it more.  Finally….the elevator came back to the first floor, and one guy who was feeding the usual BS about his past life just stood inside the door, then took a step outside the door, not allowing anyone to pass.  The doors shut and the elevator went up again….empty.  I swore under my breath as this guy is inconsiderate on all levels. Fortunately, there aren’t many like him living here.

It’s strange that people don’t understand they have to MOVE in order to let others enter and leave the elevator.  They just STAND THERE.  Well-meaning people just stand there. Alas.

And, with only one operational “lift” until who knows when, we’ll play this game of trying to get back “home again”.   They are replacing the elevators starting in February.  No small feat.  It will be nice when the two elevators are replaced. In the meantime, none of us has anything special that needs our immediate attention.  Most people are very patient and considerate.

I just returned from a lovely little Christmas party that my neighbor, Hazel, hosted.  She had “maintenance” bring a long table from the basement that seated seven of us quite comfortably in her living room.  She ordered three large pizzas that were delivered right on time, Joy brought some Rolling Rock and we had a party.  To go with the pizza, she had a large platter of Royal Ann cherries, white and red grapes.  It was easy for her and a nice gathering for us.  The weekends can be a little long sometimes, so this was a most pleasant break.

Ally helped me with 10 Christmas treats,  for my neighbors in the hood and three others. Actually, she did it all. She filled some special jars with her mustard sauce and put them in gift bags for easy delivery.  We passed them out the other day when she was here.  It’s fun to share.

I hear the Blacksmith’s Christmas coffee in Lindsborg is exceptional so my neighbor, Dorothy, is going to pick up some on her next trip south.  It’s her home town so she knows her way around and said it wouldn’t be any trouble.

My favorite Christmas tree belongs to Mackenzie and Ty, pictured above.  It holds many of the ornaments from Brit’s and my trees over the years that we purchased all over the world during our travels.  I can pick them out for instant memories.  Mackenzie does her shopping on line so one of the issues with that is the accumulation of boxes.

Her kitty, “Skunk”, adopted her Christmas present and won’t give it up  You can see her curled up on it…next to the Christmas stocking I made for Dane many years ago.

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Filed under: prairie musings, recipes, Mackenzie, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 9:24 pm

Everyone is gearing up for Christmas.  My fellow inmates who can get out and about to shop are coming back to the Palace laden with sacks full of gifts and Christmas goodies.  Most of us just rely on Christmas envelopes to brighten the holidays for our children, grandchildren, and other loved ones.  Everyone understands.

Last night I had the most wonderful dinner at my friend Lynn’s house.  Included with the group were her mother and her mother’s Friday night dinner club.  They have included me on several occasions and I’ve enjoyed being with them.  It just happens that three of the ladies grew up in Ellsworth but have long lived in Salina so there is never a shortage of conversation about the town that holds many memories for each of us.

Lynn had her table set with lovely china and crystal with a couple of bottles of decanted wine standing close by.  Everything she served was delicious…pork loin slathered with a thick paste made of peppers and other seasonings and roasted to perfection.  She also made a very yummy butternut squash casserole and a delicious combination of two kinds of kale steamed with herbs.  For dessert, there were individual ramekins filled with warm apple cranberry dessert.

I had one of the aides from Health Care drive me to Lynn’s to avoid any possible mishaps.  Lynn brought me home as her house is only a short distance from the Palace.  It was only about 10 pm but not a creature was stirring.  For a place that is huge and has lots of residents, it’s very quiet, which I appreciate.

Today, for the first time since my arrival, the vinegar cruets on the dining tables contained apple cider vinegar rather than tasteless white distilled vinegar.  That was a pleasant surprise particularly since we had Brussels sprouts as an option for lunch.  I like my sprouts swimming in good vinegar so now I don’t have to take my own small bottle to meals which everyone thinks is a shot from the last plane trip I took.  We also had teriyaki chicken which was good, a tasty potato casserole and pumpkin pie topped with ice cream.

Today I sat with Doris, Hazel and Joy.  We always have fun together with lots of laughs.  There were lots of people missing from lunch, or so it appeared.  I guess some were just late arriving.

My granddaughter’s boyfriend’s birthday was today so she baked him what he requested…a “moist” chocolate cake. Here’s the handsome guy with a piece of his birthday cake.  Happy Birthday, Ty Walk.


Mackenzie got the recipe from master baker Greg Connally who got it from Mildred Grubb.  It is scrumptiously delicious.  Here’s the recipe, if you’d like a good, easy and very dependable chocolate sheet cake, or layer cake:

Mildred Grubb’s Good and Moist Chocolate Cake.  2 c. all purpose flour, 2 c. granulated sugar, 2/3 cup cocoa powder (I use a little more to make it extra chocolate-y), 1 t. baking powder, 1 t. baking soda, 1 t. salt .**Whisk dry ingredients together in mixing bowl until well blended and blend 1 c. vegetable oil, 1 c. buttermilk,  2 large eggs **Add above wet ingredients til well incorporated. Once incorporated, add 1 c. boiling water ** add boiling water slowly, scraping the bottom of the mixing bowl to incorporate. **grease and dust pans with cocoa powder. I use a 9X13, or use 2-8″ cake pans. Bake at 350 until tooth pick inserted in middle of cake comes out clean. 45 minutes.

When you get the cake out of the oven, it will be domed…I usually lay a paper towel over the cake and gently push the air out of it until the top is all level…it makes it more moist, and it looks better. If doing a 9X13…I use the following “glaze”. If doing a layer cake, I use chocolate butter cream. Glaze: (in a small sauce pan) 1 stick butter (melt) 1 c. granulated sugar 1/2 c. cocoa powder pinch of salt 1 c. milk 1 t. vanilla bring to a slow rolling boil for three minutes, until sugar is dissolved. Whisk to incorporated. Pour over warm cake…glaze will soak in to cake. If you want the icing a little thicker, add powdered sugar until desired thickness is achieved.

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The weather this weekend has been gorgeous and inviting so it has been difficult to stay inside when it’s so invigorating to be outside.  Yesterday Lynn, Margie and I drove to McPherson for “lunch”.  We had hoped to eat at the Courtyard, but it is closed on Saturday so we ate across the street at Neighbors.

Neighbors is an interesting and very popular place, particularly on Saturday morning where they serve only breakfast until 1:00 PM.  Every hungry big guy in McPherson was there. The place was packed to overflowing.  It’s a long, narrow building where there is only one aisle from front to back and it was so narrow that I couldn’t get down it with my walker.  On one side of the aisle is a counter with stools, all occupied by very big guys, who wouldn’t fit in booths, and whose backsides hung overwhelmingly out in the aisle.  On the other side of the narrow aisle, customers hung out of the booths so I gingerly made my way down the aisle clipping well-filled blue jean backsides and leaning on whatever there was to lean on. I was best friends with everyone before we made our way to the back and grabbed the only remaining place to sit…which was a cattywampus booth into which I didn’t fit.

Being a western Kansas gal and familiar with such dives, I knew the food would be good and plentiful.  And it was.  The platters of food arrived hot and overflowing.   They are famous for their cinnamon rolls and I intended to bring one home with me….but I forgot.  I bet their biscuits and gravy would be top of the line.  Their biscuits are huge and homemade.

This morning Drew and Ally came to Salina and we went to the north IHOP to eat.  Jamal is there and he is an old friend so we like to eat there.  Drew doesn’t get home very often, but he always squeezes in some time to see me.  It’s always good to see him and hear his latest adventures in hiking or snowboarding in the high country of Colorado.

I took Drew down to meet Dale Anderson, who was a banker, so they could know each other.  We all talk about our kids and grand kids to one another so it’s nice putting faces on those names.  I’ve known Dale’s two daughters for a almost a year and recently met most of his grandchildren.  I’ve met more people here at the Palace during the past year than I did for the previous five years at home.

And, last week Ally was here a couple of times so we had lunch elsewhere…burnt ends at the Hickory Hut and onion soup and salad at Longhorn’s. I take advantage of those opportunities whenever I can as the menu here is very repetitious and a change is always refreshing.

My new computer is working like a charm, thanks to Mackenzie.  Technology is amazing.  The computer arrived here…thanks to Kenz ordering it and knowing after years of experience what I liked in computers.  The maintenance men brought the boxes to my room.  Todd and Karen assembled it.  None of this took much time.  Then Kenz took all the information off my external hard drive and put it on my new computer.  That didn’t take her long either, but then she is extremely good and efficient at what she does and knew what she was about.  It’s amazing she could do all that remotely without setting eyes on my computer.  And, I didn’t skip a beat as it was just like I was back on my old computer with every thing in its place.  It is truly amazing and wonderful.

The monthly pot luck supper is Tuesday evening.  I went to one of them, but haven’t been back….not for any reason in particular except that I’m in the camp that prefers not to go. There was a day when everyone cooked and prepared homemade dishes.  That no longer is the case as most people here don’t cook much anymore…with some rare exceptions.  So, the food isn’t anything to really go for as it’s usual Palace food for the main dish  with some of the people paying others to make their dishes for them, which generally isn’t homemade, or particularly good.  I guess you either like it a lot and look forward to it, or you don’t.  I happen to be in the latter group.

The trip this month for our Taste and Travel is to Fat Boyz Bar and Grill in Little River on the 23rd.  I’ll sign up for that just because it’s an outing and fun.  I’ve never been impressed with their steaks, but it’s a change from  the food here (where steak is never an option) and an opportunity to get out and enjoy the sights along the way.   The Soup Supper is the 25th and that’s a really big deal around here.  I have to report for duty at 9 that day to take the cellophane off the pies….under the leadership of my friend, Leo Lake.   If you can come for the supper, I think you’ll find it interesting.  It’s from 4:30 until 7:00 on Friday the 25th.

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It’s difficult for me to keep up with my blog when so much is going on around here.  Today Karen came by early to help “settle me in” my new apartment.  The big move went well,  thanks to family and friends, but stuff and things needed to be rearranged and dispersed.  We tossed a few items, but most things were intended for a place here and now they have found their proper niche.

Karen and Todd picked out a wonderful quilt for my bed that Karen delivered today.  I just love it and it fits to the floor the way I could only hope that it would.  A dust ruffle wouldn’t work so this is perfect.   It’s light weight so I can manage it…and it lends a feminine touch to my brass bed and the room.  Once I get the LeRoy Neiman Delecroix Tiger hung above my desk, that is on loan from Tyler, my room will it will be just the way I want it…desks, computer, MUSIC, dressers, clothes, and the most comfortable bed in the world, all next to but apart from my living room.

We got rid of all the boxes and arranged my spare computer table that is now a desk for all desk stuff.  Marian Adrian, the previous resident in this apartment, left the table and a chair for me.  It’s perfect for all my desk gadgetry, stationery, cards, note papers, scratch paper and odds and ends.  Lynn gave me her old computer table that is too small for my computer but is perfect as a med dispensing table.  It is perfect for that and very convenient.  With it,  I’m not inclined to be tardy taking my meds.

Ann and Terry Headrick stopped by yesterday for a chat and to take a peek at my digs.  They have several shops with old and new merchandise scattered around Salina and Abilene so they are on the alert for a living room chair for me.  And, I have friends here who are on the lookout for a chair or two and a like-new dining room table that is slightly larger than the one I now have.  That should round out my furnishing for #218.  My friends have been most helpful with very good suggestions.

And…my neighbors, the same above mentioned friends, have stopped by to watch the progress…Hazel, Mabelle, Amy, Margie, Dorothy and Joy.  I have great neighbors.  Mabelle just came by to tell me how much she likes my apartment…and my art work…but added, “I don’t understand it at all…but I like it”.

Karen and I went out for lunch.  I was hungry for “burnt ends” so we went to the Hickory Hut, which has great barbecue.  Last night Kim and I went to Jalisco’s Mexican restaurant, which is also good.  I like their combination plates, particularly #21 which is a tamale, 2 chile Rellenos and a guacamole tostada.  I always bring some home for the next day, which comes in handy.  This time of year I have no shortage of things to fix for my dinner…good tomatoes, little cucumbers, onions, peaches, pears and you can’t beat the roasted chickens from Sam’s for flavor and price.

Grandson Tyler is visiting friends in CA and is driving the coastal highway from Sacramento south.  Drew is visiting Ally in Vail right now.  She’s fixing him a steak for dinner…after a swim.  Todd is attending the K-State football game.  Karen is off to KC and a very special baby shower tomorrow.  Everyone is busy, and happily so.


It looks like granddaughter Mackenzie and Ty are attending a gathering of Asychrony employees at the City Museum in St. Louis.

I’m reading Hitch 22 and it’s due back to the library next week so I have to get busy and finish it.   It’s one I can’t renew so I better get to it.  For anyone who likes the writings of Christopher Hitchens, I highly recommend it.  It’s not an easy read but very good and worth the effort.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Mackenzie — Peg Britton @ 3:55 pm


I thought I should make you aware of this notorious hacker who is pictured with me above. She’s the kind who will break into your house while you are asleep, bake cookies, do the laundry, iron the sheets and underwear then creep out of the house while scrubbing her tracks behind her.

While I wasn’t looking, she hacked into my computer and fiddled around with my Spotify account (one of my possessions I really care about) and Lo and Behold! she assumed possession of it and, as a birthday gift, transferred it her account for payment.  How do you do that?  And, how wonderful is that?  Her gift to me is all the ad free music I want to listen to which is all the time.  I really love Spotify.  Right now I’m spending hour after hour with Yevgeny Sudbin.  He’s a magnificent piano player…

Thank you, Mackenzie, for such a wonderful gift… love you….



Filed under: prairie musings, Tyler Britton USAF, Drew Britton, Mackenzie, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 2:05 pm


My computer bit the dust last Wednesday and left me fearful it was something really serious that would take ages to repair.   I called the Geeks who came Thursday to retrieve it.  They took it to their geek workshop, called Dell and had a new motherboard installed on Friday.  They were unable to deliver it Friday so I suffered the usual withdrawals over the weekend.  To distract myself, I read Dan Brown’s new book that was lingering on my end table demanding attention.  I absorbed enough Masonic symbology to last a lifetime.  I think that includes Dan Brown unless he finds another subject matter to offer readers.  So, I’m back in the real world again, one that no one else in this complex understands or enjoys.  I’m surrounded by loveable luddites.

Grandson Tyler has been in and out to visit.  Wednesday night the family went to the Swedish Crown in Lindsborg for dinner and I can report from all fronts that the food was excellent and the dirty martinis and lingonberry margaritas  were top rung.  I think the five of us tried everything on the menu and were very happy with all of it.  Todd ordered the chicken breast, Ally and Karen had shrimp linguini, Tyler opted for a steak and I had Swedish Pancakes.  We sampled all the appetizers and desserts.  It was a very pleasant evening overall and I highly recommend their food.  The only thing about Kansas restaurants is that you better go early on as they seem to descend into oblivion in short order.  It was wonderful to enjoy a rare evening with everyone although we missed Drew, Mackenzie and Ty.  It’s not easy to get all their feet under the same table at the same time.

Friday, my two “third cousins” from Lawrence wheeled to the Palace, gathered me up and off we went to Orozco’s in Kanopolis to meet Ally for lunch.  That was a special treat.  We always enjoy visiting with Boonie and John as they are sharp, funny and very smart.  We giggle all the time we are together and that’s a good thing.  Collectively we had very funny relatives.

Following a plate of very good Mexican food, I went to stay with Ally and visit Ringo until it was time to join friends for dinner.  Ringo is a case.  He’s leaner and looks very healthy.  He’s better off at the farm with Ally and her three dogs, and you can tell how much he loves being there.  Last night Ally said her dogs were in bed with her during the storm, but Ringo opted for the dark closet.  Ally had to remove all her shoes from the closet to make room for Ringo.  He’s a closet dog during storms.  That was the only place in my house to offer shelter from lightning flashing through all those windows.  I wonder if August also sleeps in the closet some nights.  It’s pretty comfy for a little guy.

Friday night my friend Lynn from here called to see if Ally and I would like to join her, her mom and Jane for dinner at Pretty Boy Floyd’s.  I’ve shied away from there since my surgery as I have been almost as certain as one can be that I couldn’t get back up the stairs on my own…and I was right.  Greg joined us for dinner and provided a strong arm for me to hang on to mount the stairs.  It was a challenge, but it all turned out well.  The food was excellent as always, and the company was delightful. If you haven’t yet eaten there, you are in for a real treat when you do.  I talked with Karen Larsen, the activities director here, and she said she’s offering a trip for Palace residents to Pretty Boy’s on June 23rd.  That will be a good excuse for me to go, too.

They are working on the concrete apron around the entrance of the Palace.  While my friends who live on the “west side” (where I’m going to be living eventually) weren’t at all aware of jack hammers at work this morning, I was in the shower, with all my windows shut and the ACs on  and I heard the first crack of concrete.  I even felt the reverberations from it.  My hearing is pretty darn good and that is a rarity in this place.  I do need to move to the quiet side of the beyond.

My niece’s son and wife may pop in during the night and crash on my floor.  I hope so.  He’s experiencing car trouble right now and is running late.  He and Heeran have been in India to study yoga and mountain climbing from the masters.  They are very experienced at both.  Maybe they’ll talk in their sleep so I won’t miss anything.  There is also a chance they might be back in July.

Tomorrow we are having Dillon’s fried chicken for lunch.  I guess it’s sort of a big deal.  I’d rather they’d pick almost anything other than chicken to bring in from the outside as the cooks here do a pretty darn good job on frying chicken.  The kind they “sauce” up is so tough sometimes you can hardly eat it, but they can…and have …turned out some very good fried chicken.  I don’t know.  Maybe the cook left who prepared the fried chicken.

I wrote a blog the day my computer crashed on the crisis situation here (not really!) when you have 100 old people on Lasix (C12H11ClN2O5S, used as a diuretic) and they shut the water off.  I had an appointment with Linda Lawrence that day so my eyes saved the day.  Others still have homes here which they visited.  They are still working on water issues, which is a good thing, and most of us know to store water in the refrig until service is restored.  Maybe when they fix everything, they will start working on my apartment …218.  They will renovate it from wall to wall…new shower, new carpeting and flooring, new closet doors and trim, new carpeting, paint…the works.  I guess they know I’m staying until the bitter end.

Andy from maintenance  just wandered through to see if my living room heat pump was leaking.  Nope.  Seems water is coming from someplace and dripping down on the floor below me.

Tyler should be through here tomorrow on his way back to Cincinnati.  Back to work, and back to Afghanistan. He’s been in Boulder where he and Drew ran the Boulder Boulder 10K yesterday.  I heard that Drew finished in an hour and seven minutes, which was his first attempt at 10K,  and Tyler finished just a few minutes later. Tyler had an altitude adjustment to make. Even in my best days, I could not have done that.

It’s so good to have my computer back.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Tyler Britton USAF, Drew Britton, Mackenzie — Peg Britton @ 2:00 pm

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