Too good to be true

I swear; every time we are planing a bigger trip or vacation, the travel Gods are not just throwing stones, but rocks in our direction. Honestly, what's wrong with you guys? Don't we deserve a little time out? We had a long list of "to gets" while in the "real world", meaning getting off the rock. Even for us, hard to believe we got EVERYTHING that was on our list. Stacking up on Aldi goods, a new harness and leash for Dicker and lots more. No trip to Olive Garden, though. We were way to early on our way back home.

I had a watchful eye on my blood pressure as it kept creeping up. My mother has it and it kinda freaks my out. (Why do I get all the rubbish from her? And as I get older, there might be more in store for me). Shoot!

(Man, it's really hard to get all the facts straight for what had happened during the last days. Guess I have to be more diligent writing this blog.) Anyway, where were I? See, I can't remember. Thinking, thinking,...... OK, here we go... I worked the toy hauler and re-organized some stuff. It's not as easy as you might think. Weight distribution has to be considered, food needs to be in air-tight containers. You don't want to attract critters of any kind. All has to be stored and secured in a  convenient location. Can't have it bouncing and flying around while driving. So there were a bit of re-re-re-organizing involved as I progressed. Along with the ulterior motive: do we really need this? Over the years I got pretty good in packing for light travels. Still, most of the time I have packed way too much. Especially dangerous when some has space to share. So, I am keeping myself in check while packing.

Now that we have made the decision to take Dicker along, I wonder if it will happen. In the last few days he's wandering off. Where to? Good question. He leaves during the night, sometimes in the early morning hours and bobs up for food later in the evening or even night, having the nerve to bitch and moan when it doesn't go fast enough. In between this naps during the day, he's sidling around. Making sure someone is around and pays attention. Like Karyn always says; dern cat! Getting old must be a bitch for cats, too. I mean, how can it be that he has turned into a "dirty old man-cat", trying to seduce Mitzi-Katzi. She  is a real minx, laying there and waiting. I really pity him, humping away with no success. When she has enough she will just smack him. C'mon man, I know what you men are thinking. Don't even go there! :-)  Anyway, Dicker has been snipped. Therefore he should not have any desire. Is there such a thing as Alzheimer's in cats? Just wondering. Did you noticed I am saying him or her when talking about the cats? Well, it's a German thing. They are not things, nor "it's". Just saying.

Saturday around 9 PM I have made the decision to pay a visit to the ER. My blood pressure has spiked to a (for me) dangerous 189/129. While watching TV and being comfy on the couch I had trouble breathing. Not sure if it were the beginning of my every now and then occurring coughing spells. It seemed to be different. Therefore, better save than sorry, right? After two hours,  an EKG, chest X-ray and a blood test, I was given a pill and later discharged with improved symptoms. All good, so far. No risk of dropping dead. Well, that's a good thing. I felt so much better having made that decision and had a rather peaceful night.

Yesterday, life was back to order. Quite effectively I tallied off all the things on my list. Last on it (there are always some additions) was the doctor's visit for a follow up. In short, now I'm on medication to get my blood pressure back to where it belongs. SHOOT! I hate taking medication. I even struggle taking vitamins. I eat right (more or less). I regularly work out (in my yard), and my blood work is always picture perfect. When I do have to go to a doc they always ask twice - what? no medication at ALL? Nope. Well, not anymore. I am still hoping it will regulate itself and puff, disappears. Keep your fingers crossed, will 'ya?

After that rather busy day, Ken and Fran took me along to Springer's in BPK for another jam session. Waiting for the food to arrive it started to sprinkle and later rained. We went inside to eat and after we were all stuffed the rain has stopped and we went back outside, as were the band. There were some new people joining the jamming as the evening progressed.

The food was awesome and I dug into a fun-fabulous Philly Cheese-Steak. 

Karyn was her smiling self

Donnie was already happily munching away.
He stated he was starving. No kidding - really? J

Ken was obviously in seafood-pot- pie heaven

Fran was busy getting her phone ready for some pics. She had quite a "labored" face while doing so. Being a nice girl I will omit that pic. Too bad I am not able to figure out how to edit the video I have made from the band with my new camera. The upload to this blog was OK. Unfortunately no sound. I took it off, again. No sense posting it without the sound.  Have to descry if it will work at all, or what. Too bad. L

Little blurry. Bummer - took it off Springer's website since none of
us girls has made a picture of this delish homemade beignets.
Served with 3 dipping sauces: warm grand manier berry sauce,
 chocolate and JB whiskey cream sauce. An absolute must-try!

While I am "proof-reading" I get more and more confused about the N commas. So different from German. Reckon, we all just have to suck it up. 

Ta-ta