ok, so i searched my pc files for the picture of our late yellow dog, aptly named....yellow.....and was not surprised to find him in a blog dated november 3, 2008...at the last presedential election.....i have a badge with his picture that i will wear to our regular election night party around the corner......it is one of the few places where my yellow dog leanings are not only welcome, but thoroughly understood....

getting better every day....

ok, so.....i am into week 14 of my recovery.....walking mostly without a crutch, mostly straight, and mostly without significant pain....pain is not the best descriptive for the feeling one gets when one's flesh has swollen out between the straps of one's sandal.....discomfort doesn't quite fit either....had i the stamina to walk into the backroom in search of a thesaurus to find a better word i would do so, but my foot is swollen up around my sandal and i prefer to just sit here and settle for lesser adjectives....my spouse says i must have walked far too much yesterday:....two stores in lexington and across a parking lot to RL after swimming laps, watering the greenhouse, and weeding here and there by the terrace. I also managed to carry numerous bags of groceries into my mother's house and into my house....including the bargain wines i bought at Trader Joe's...I am mighty partial to the fume blanc from chile...or it is SV....not worth climbing the stairs to be certain....these days i calculate the relative importance of each movement requiring me to get up and walk...even on flat surfaces....this truth makes the comments by others so ironic....'you must be doing too much' is how the conversation tends to start....how can a person who consciously decides to move eahc and every time she moves be doing too much?....but yet today my foot is swollen and i accomplished far fewer tasks then intended....the highlight of the week was the putting on of lace-up shoes....i really do walk straighter with arch support....the list of shoes that can accomodate the angry-looking ankle was limited to three pairs of sandals and two pairs of clogs...so the addition of another shoe that can be worn with socks on cold days is certainly progress.....Precious is making progress of her own...she has transitioned from shivering in hercrawl space hidey-hole to wandering through the house while everyone else is asleep to following us outdoors for a bit of fresh air to curling up at my feet...in our bed....for a nice little nap sometime before dawn last night....so very kind of my spouse to see the sweetness in having a rescue cat who knew no home find comfort in sleeping with her new family.....

PTSD

ok, so....i had a bit of a breakdown last evening....i was sitting on the basement floor, trying to lure out the new cat with a toy on a string......she was not buying any of this 'come on out sweet precious kitty' stuff....i got to thinking about how i had planned to paint the basement floor once the freezer was gone...and those thoughts of the months out of my planned-out life that were lost....multiplied by the nagging pain and swelling that remains in my recovering foot...i started in crying....no...outright sobbing....sobbing so loudly that my spouse came downstairs to ask what was going on...and he tried to help me get the cat out of the furnace-area croawl space where she has boon holed up since tuesday evening....it occured to him that maybe she was in stephan's room...where i had sat earlier in the evening watching a movie as a way to lure out the cat...yep...she was under his bed....and when he fished her out she darted past me so quickly i did not have time to put my sandals back on and i tried running after her in bare feet...only to stumble....and start sobbing all over again.....gentle readers....i cannot recall the last time i had a good cry.....seems to me it was well after my miscarriage.....must be a pattern....keep it together during the tragedy but fall apart after everybody assumes that i have gotten over it.....clealry i am not over the wreck, the loss of kitty, the loss of un-watered boxwoods, roses and vegetable plants...and now that my new cat seems to have foresaken me....it became too much.....

folding up the walker

ok, so.....though i am far from back to normal, i have decided that it is time to put away a few of the trappings of disability....like the walker that has stood by the toilet and bathtub in the retirement suite.....when something seems in the way rather than at the ready, it is time to move on.....will probably store it here rather than back in my mother's attic.....i could also strip the guest bed and tidy up the remainder of my belongings in that room.......for that metter, i could put my laundry away rather than continuing to live out of the laundry basket, as i have done for 10 weeks now....the crutches.....not so fast....i do use the one upstairs to get around after a long day and the swollen foot that results from being far too active.....and i do use the downstairs crutch in the same fashion, as well as to get in and out of work....we have taken up the mini-ramps at each doorway that allowed the wheelcahir to go over the hump a bit easier....the wheechair went back to the rental place last monday.....the piles of pillows i use on the sofa and on the front porch still prove useful so i will leave them be for the time being.....i could keep my fold-up cane in the car for times like today....i am driving mother to lexington to eat lunch at red lobster....seems to me a fold-up cane would be easier to maneuver in a restaurant than a crutch.....i teach sunday school tomorrow for the first time in 10 weeks as well.....at some point i need to put my feet up and read the lesson.....at some point....

behind the wheel....

ok, so i drove home from the wellness center this morning....after 30 minutes of lap swim and a few more of my rehab exercises....the drive was awkward....partly because i have not driven in nine weeka, but mostly because i have not driven an automatic in recent memory....i wanted so badly to shift gears...but i digress.....i make progress every day with walking....i am walking with one crutch outside and away from home, but walking unassisted inside the house.....my limp is slowly....ever so slowly easing up....and curiously, i can not feel my right toe...it is asleep and no amount of massage seems to wake it up.....will ask physical therapist about this on monday morning....an appointment that i will keep by myself without a personal driver.....

matching shoes

ok, so....i was given the go-ahead to ditch the boot and to wear shoes on friday during the eight-week followup visit. i was also given permission to drive....when i feel safe driving....i insisted that we stop at the house for the right shoe that went with the left shoe i was wearing at the time...only to realize that i could not fit my still sowllen foot into the matching shoe.....and so i opted to wear a pair of merrills that are adjustable at several fit-point by clever velcro straps....and so i walked slowly into work with a single crutch.....and walked everywhere throughout the building the rest of the day...and walked through the grocery aisles after work...and then collasped into the wheechair at home...exhausted doesn't even cover it because the term neglects a severely swollen foot......the notion of driving is far from my mind....i have to work through the swelling first....my order is for physical therapy three times a week for the short term....hopefully this attention to mechanics will pay off with less swelling and discomfort.....

mail order

ok, so......in the past few days i have received packages....from talbots and llbean...containing significantly marked down separates to refresh my wardrobe.....expand my wardrobe is closer to the truth, given that most of my clothing is upstairs....yes I could shimmy up on my bottom a step at a time, carrying my crutches with me....getting up there is not the issue...it is getting abck down....these stairs lack a railing and i cannot conceive of the scenario that has me safely getting from the upright position down to my bottom to shimmy back down...but i digress from my mail order goodies....a sweater set in serpentine (green) a white sleeveless button-down blouse, a pair of black capri-length pants...and to snip off tags that reflect markdowns from $75 to $12 is especially gratifying....

a recovery in progress

ok, so....successfully worked 5 days, except for the time spent at the medical followup for xray and consultation. Given permission to put limited weight on my broken ankle, while wearing a boot and using crutches. Gave out by Wednesday afternoon and went back to the wheelchair for respite. Being disabled is not nearly as effortless as it looks. By Saturday feeling up for lunch out with grandma with the eldest's girlfriend driving. Stopped at the aldi store on the way home, where i managed to cover the entire store on crutches. Another outing that evening....to see Alison Krauss and Union Station at the Norton Center....crutched in and out of there as well....even up a few steps...marvelous concert.....but so exhausted from the long day and went straight to bed....up early today to get ready for church breakfast in honor of sunday school teachers....was mostly hoping for a potato breakfast casserole woth ham or sausage....close but not quite...maybe next year.....managed to get near to out usual spot in the balcony before i just gave out and had to sit down and stay down......heavy sigh.....

playlists

ok, so...i am in countdown mode....in the final hours before i go back to work...in a wheelchair and/or crutches....after a 5-week confinement at home......i am still working out strategy: backpack rather than purse or tote, clothing that requires no ironing, lunch today that should afford leftovers for my lunch tomorrow...i have run through the audio book downloads on this pc so i am listening to playlists i do not recall making....the current is called kathy's misc indie rock and includes sufjan stevens, animal collective, ben kamen, the chapin sisters, neko case and death cab for cutie....i am down to the boxes of photos having finished up the last album yesterday. I have actually sorted out scannable selections from the first box and the pile is relatively small when separated from random or repetitive scenery...or animals for that matter...there is a series i vaguely recall...taken by our third child when learning to use a camera....of our neighbor's dog on our deck...over and over and over....i have saved them for her rather than putting them back in the box.....i must note for posterity-sake that on a normal sunday i would be getting ready for sunday school.....but on this sixth sunday of my recovery....i am not attempting church.....i have lunch in the oven and coffee at the elbow and i am working through a stack that i pulled from albums years ago for potential inclusion in a celebratory scrapbook...18th birthday? graduation from HS...or college? no clue......i am pleased to see some of these photos as i was surprised to find the empty spaces in the albums where they would have fit sequentually....i am considering the day spent in my pajamas but we will be five for lunch and i would have to admit to being depressed when the rest of my family shows up.....depressed may not be the correct diagnosis....neither is comfortably numb.....i am not the least bit comfortable...but i digress from this my 5941th blog post.....i could download the adele album lost in the wreck because my spouse could not get it out of the cd player....the other five slots contained burned cd's but the sixth was an original adele...and it was his not mine.....i had given it to him for christmas as part of a cd/dvd concert in royal albert hall set.....alas...it is gone and i need to replace it in time to listen to it in the car i do not yet own....i will be driven to and from work for the short-term but eventually i will need a car to replace the paid-for honda accord...i am still fuming about the loss of that car...it was in great shape for its age and i have enjoyed the lack of car payment for quite some time....i resent the loss of this car almost as much as i resent the loss of these past five weeks from my active existence....while i have made the most of these weeks i cannot replace the things that i have lost in my garden because i was not able to water twice a day during the extreme heat in july......five mature boxwoods moved to make way for the greenhouse went from iffy to completely dead followed by numerous perennials in the bed visble from the guest room....and then there is the vegetable garden...i can see the shriveled tomato plants that succumbed....and the cumcumber and squash plants that survive only to have their fruits grow bitter/mealy and unpicked....no clue if anything lives on in my greenhouse as it is not visible from a wheelchair-accessable vantage point....no clue if i have seeds to plant for the fall....my mind is so very cloudy on so many planes....i cannot recall the clothes hanging in a closet i have not seen in five going on six weeks....nor whether i have boxed thank you notes on my desk upstairs....heavy sigh.....my follow-up x-ray is scheduled for wednesday...at which point i may be given the green light to put weight on my ankle and begin to learn to walk again.....and learn to drive again....and move on from this unfortanate interlude....

the beginning of the end...

ok, so i am going back to work a week from monday.....i have been released to light duty so long as i do not put weight on my foot and keep it up.....which means i must essentially go back to work in the wheel chair i borrowed from work. i have called the doctor asking for a prescription for wheelchair rental.....i will use the rented chair at home and use the other while at work....and use crutches to get between the two places....i have not used crutches in weeks so i must nowe work on the finer points of using them without falling on my face....and so i have counted up the albums left to scan.....5 of misc photos, the trip to the southwest after the adoption (known to our daughter as the photoshop trip as she swears she does not remember going and that we must had digitally added her to photos....) and a middle school trip to paris. With such excursions i have taken to scanning only the photos with my child, or with me, or exceptionally well-lighted captures of the city. when the actual albusm are done there are some storage boxes of photos that never made it into albums.....and at some point my project will connect with the digital age where i have photos already stored in files and no actual prints.....i cannot remember when i printed my last photo....how is that for pitiable.....but i digress from the going back to work angle....i will have to venture back upstairs in order to expand my wardrobe options to something approaching professional......which means that i will have to ask someone to iron a few things for me.....and figure out just who will be driving me back and forth.....this dependence on others will not last much longer...i go back to the doctor for a followup xray and to discuss weight bearing on a week from wednesday.....that will be 6 weeks after the accident.....which could mean i can begin weight bearing immediately or continue as i have been to the 8 week mark before transitioning into use of the foot/ankle. either way.....the end is in sight.

adding insult to injury

ok, so.....no clue on the number of days into this ridiculous injury.....four weeks on thursday....but i digress from the newest and cruelest twist....i slept awkwardly...on my left side/left arm....and now my left arm is in so much pain i am having a hard time typing....yeah, yeah, yeah.....i only type with two fingers (one on each hand) on a good day, but on this day the left one is letting me down....i am back to the pain meds for the arm rather than the foot...whicb continues to be a swollen swirl of faded purples and mustards....the tight skin is peeling.....yech!....the right knee is still sore from where my keys gouged into the cap.....neither the knee nor the foot hurt as much at this moment than my left arm....how fair is that?

where there's a will....

ok, so....day 17....oh my but the days are passing quickly since the wreck....so much so that i have to count out on my fingers just how many days have passed...and counting in days is getting as ridiculous as new parents who persist in describing the age of an infant in days rather than weeks...or months...the recap of the wreck has condensed from a 7 minute narrative to a one-liner...so back to the 17 days.....i have been wearing a limited combination of clothing based solely on the fact that the items were in the wash basket in the basement at the time of the accident....and though they have been rewashed several times....by day 16 i had grown a bit tired of the repetition...so yesterday i backed myself up the stairs on my bottom and then backed myself across the bedroom carpet to my dresser.....getting back to the steps with a handful of clothing is not as easy as it sounds.....had i thought to bring a shopping bag of some sort from the computer room closet the task would have been easier...ah well....my stack of clothing options is taller and i know that i can manage to get upstairs should there be something else i need.....which brings me to the second milestone of day 16...the bathtub....i had taken three showers in 16 days, filling in with washcloth/sink bathing in between.....sitting on a stool in a small shower stall with a hand-held shower nozzle is not much better than balancing by a sink with a washcloth....and so last evening i decided that i would figure out how to get in and out of the whirlpool tub.....and so i managed not only a lovely bubble bath with liberal use of a sugar-based body scrub.....i did so with a nice glass of white....ahhhhhhh....the spell was broken well after i had dried off and dressed....by my spouse asking me just what was all the gunk left in the tub......16 days of dead skin sticking to sugar scrub granules i suppose......i slept through the night for the first time in....let's see....17 days.......

Day 15

ok, so....day 15 of my unfortunate series of events finds me low on enthusiam and wallowing in self-pity....and not for the obvious reasons...our cat, Phillida Erskine Brown aka Kitty, our sweet 14+ year old sickly blind cat who had been living out her days mostly on our front porch due to her continence issues....failed to show up for breakfast wednesday morning....even a blind cat knows where to be when breakfast should be served....and to know when she thinks it is time to eat....we were occassionally awakened on those cool spring mornings by her caterwalling cries of hunger drifting up through our open window from the deck.....i must mention here that when i took her food out to the back deck to appease her, i would occassionally find her atop the deck railing....i would caterwall too if i suddenly found myself blind atop the deck railing....no clue how she managed to get herself up there...but i digress.....she was MIA for her breakfast and has not been seen since Tuesday at supper for certain. My spouse has gone out looking for her on several occassions as has our daughter...every able-bodied c-dub has looked....last night when the rains came i was horrified at the realization that the (probably) dead cat was out there in the storm, her body unfound and that i was unable to put her remains at rest from my chair....contact was made with the humane society in case she had been picked up...no such luck...in my heart i know that her time had come...she was often unable to keep down food, and the hair she plucked out as she groomed did not grow back...she looked quite mangey, but given that she was quick to come over for a cuddle and still purred loudly when she was held....we had decided not to put her down...not quite yet...not when she still seemed to enjoy the life she had left....

day 10

ok, so...ten days into my unfortunate series of events......i go back for my thrid orthopedic appointment tomorrow morning....will hopefully trade plaster cast for a removable boot that will allow for a shower....have been washing hair in the sink but this method is far from thorough and i spend my days feeling this side of greasy-granny funk......have had several folks bring food and/or nibbles but only one person has been thoughful enough to stay a bit with me and chat....so nice to enjoy pleasant conversation about more than what one has done with one's day.....as for what i do with my days, it is to sit in this very computer chair, hour after hour, scanning print photos from albums...i have finished three, including our wedding album and two that included babyhoods......ah......trying to crop out the unnecessary and select only the best ones is a trial....as i think every photo of my children is precious.....i am listening to Fallen Angel...the newest by Daniel Silva.....i am on my second listen as i wanted to make sure i caught all of the finer points before i move on to another book.....i have managed to get the wheelchair out to the porch twice....both times in the mornings to enjoy the weather, the hummingbirds, my coffee and the newspapers...getting the chair out is not the hard part.....it is getting back inside without having to lift up onto my good foot and thrust the chair forward over the sill.....that is the problem......but i learn a little more about solving this problem each time....at some point i will venture up the drive to get the mail....at some point i will get out the crutches as well and make my way to my terrace, but not before i figure out how to take coffee with me....backpack and a thermos perhaps....the chair is too wide for my walkway and possibly the walkway leans a bit down hill....the drought and heat pretty much killed off most of what there was to see in the garden anyway......so that brings me to my reward fior a morning spent scanning.....netflix.....movies, documentaries, reruns of cozy british television shops....and eventually somebody comes home and asks me what i have done with my day....

a tale of woe

ok, so....I am in to day 3 of my broken ankle......i have managed to use the walker to get to the kitchen and make coffee, and figured out that the computor desk chair makes for an adequate wheelchair substitute......cannot use walker while carrying a cup of coffee.....i am sitting at the pc for the first time since thursday morning....mostly out of necessity....it is the only one of the available electronic toys that has it all.....neither the iphone nor the ipad have access to this blog.....i paid for access to the new york times for only my phone and the pc and not the ipad....you get the picture.....thankfully the pc has a wireless keyboard.....i am currently sleeping in our downstairs guest room AKA our retirement room.....and after two nights there i have identified numerous issues that will come into play should we ever have to reside in that room fulltime....like the fact that one cannot actually see much through the bay window when laying (lying?) in bed....the drapes cover much of the view.....and the bed cannot be shoved up against the wall...or one of us will have to crawl over the other to get out....on the upside...there may be room for a queen-sized bed...an upgrade for us.....we use an antique bed that fits in the best spot fore a bed in our upstairs room and it is a double....clothing is problematic......i prefer pajama bottoms and a v-neck white tshirt....but as i cannot get them over the cast i am forced into nightgowns that i never wear because they are mighty uncomfortable to sleep in despite their stylish looks.....thankfully, the two nightgown/robe sets that i own hang in back of the bedroom door and have escaped numerous clothing purges over the years....i am already trying to figure out what i can possibly wear to my MRI appointment on Monday...the capris that i wore to the orthopedic appt had to be carefully split open at the inseam for me to get them over the case......who knew that a cast would be so big?......the good news is that on my last goodwill donation frenzy i discarded clothing that i could not fit into.....which will hopefully spare me the indignity of having my spouse present me with an outfit he has chosen, only for me to admit that i was saving it until i lost a few pounds....losing a few pounds i quite likely...another upside to this incident....my appetite is diminished....and the next point i want to make must be done so delicately.....suffice it to say that i have spoiled my family with interesting food for so long that they have no idea how to come up with much beyond pasta and sauce....they make pasta and sauce every thursday while i teach at eku-danville.....every thursday....and i do not mind because i generally grab a junior rb from arby's to tide me over....and i rarely partake of their pasta and sauce....we have had one pasta and sauce meal (on day 1) and i started in early coaching my daughter on the supper menu i had in mind before so that pasta and sauce could be avoided....and so we had grilled marinated chicken, and box mac and cheese, and cucumber salad, which i actually finished from my coach command post because the person who sliced up the cucumbers and onions declined to be responsilbe for the vinegar and salt phase....we also had pickled beets because that jar is so easy to open....at some point i will not be able to recall what is still in the fridge and i may have to make meal charts and grocery lists to go along....that is if i want to eat well during this ordeal...if we do pasta and sauce for six weeks i may be able to fit into all of those clothes i just gave to the goodwill....now is a good time to bring up pain...i have been sitting at the pc for awhile now, and though my leg is propped up on the walker, it is not elevated and it is starting to throb...like it has its own pulse....i have taken my pain pill for this time slot, and it has kicked in, so far as kicking in goes.....there was a point yesterday afternoon...after the cast had been put on and it was starting to 'cure' as the tech told me it would.....my foot felt like red hot pokers were stabbing into it and the pain pill had not helped after an hour, and so i took another one despite the lable directions.....and still the pain did not ease up...and i started in crying....and my daughter who was sitting in the room (we are doing a long-version LOTR marathon) got so upset she called my spouse at work to tell him that i was crying....but he was busy and when he called back i was a bit abrupt with him who decided against filling the entire pain med prescription because surely i was tough enough not to need all of those pills.....yes- i delivered my first baby completely unmedicated...but i was motivated to spare my baby of those drugs.....and i knew that eventually the baby would be born and the pain would stop.....i have no experience with brolen bones and i have no idea when this agonizing pain will settle into nothing more than background twinges.....the wreck itself has already become a blur...i can recall checking out the green light at the intersection and then looking ahead to see if traffic was backed up by a train....one is always cautious at this interection because of the frequent trains that come through town.....traffic is often backed up as far as my office from especially long trains....and the next thing i knew i was braking to avoid a huge cream colored suv and then there was impact....like hitting a brick wall....and i can recall leaning to the right with my face down in case the windshield shattered......and in one fluid motion i turned off my car, took out my keys, grabbed my purse and got out....becuase there was smoke and flames coming out of my ignition and i was certain that my car was going to blow up ( i watch far too much tv)....it was then that i discovered that i my left ankle was bunged up....and i had to ask people who had stopped to help to get me away from the car...the three Samaritans who let me sit in their car had witnessed the suv pull out in front of me to make a left turn....and i was grateful for their help as much as for their confirmation that the wreck was not my fault.....i have never had a wreck....not in 40 years of driving and i did not want my first one to be my fault.....speaking of 40 years.....i was in europe 40 years ago this summer.....on a three week driving trip with my parents and brother.....my dad broke his leg while photographing a falls in switzerlad.....when i graduate from the walker i will be using his crutches....i can still see myself in the pharmacy in Thun where i was trying to help my mother understand that they only had one crutch and that we would have to go elsewhere for another one.....when we got to Paris, my cousin Nancy (who was a translator at the Australian Embassy) offered to let me stay with her for the rest of the summer....I declined because i was signed up to take driver's ed when i got home.....i chose driving over Paris because i was 16 and had not yet fallen in love with Paris.....ah well.....i really need to wrap up this post, and prop up my leg....it has been nice to record this episode for posterity while it is still relatively fresh...and hopefully i can figure out how to blog from the ipad....heaven knows i will have plenty of time on my hands for such things...the doctor said something about 6 to 8 weeks....yikes!

Sister-in-Law of my Sister-in-Law

ok, so....the call came at 8:50 am...as I was getting settled in for the monthly meeting of those who manage public health departments...in Frankfort.....the caller ID announced that Fred was on the line...and when Fred calls my cell phone it is serious stuff.....he called when sister Sylvia died...from a long battle with a series of brain tumors.....this call was taken on a country road in Virginia the first time Ernst and the boys attempted to finish Ernst's cross-country bike ride....we dropped everything and drove to upstate NY for the funeral knowing there was time to finish that ride at some point yet unknown. The next call was when Ernst's sister Marilynn died...after a long bout with recurrent breast and ovarian cancers....I found out later that mine was not the first cell phone number he used to get in touch....my youngest uses my original cell phone number....the one that frequently gets confused with the xray reading room at the local hospital...ah...the price the young pay for a free cell phone....and i use a new number....for Fred's name to pop up means that I had him listed as a contact.....but I digress.....Fred's sister Sally died suddenly and he wanted me to hear the news before I read it on-line....as I would....as Sally is (was) a FB friend....though I met her the first and only time at Marilynn's funeral....I have since had almost daily contact with her through Scrabble, Wordtwist, messages, and likes/comments on photos. Our last exchange was just this week...on a darling photo of her grandchild using the family cat as a pillow....I have an unfinished game of Scrabble going with her, a cousin Anne from Oklahoma and her sister Lucy who lives in New Zealand....I met Lucy on our last visit to Marilynn before she died, and I have never met Anne, though we often babble back and forth in the comment section of the Scrabble board as well as on messaging and on status updates. I am saddened that my world is smaller by one, and anxious to communicate condolences to her family...those I have met and those I have not....I actually met her parents way back when at the first Thanksgiving I spent with the Webers, and I met her husband and sons at Mariylynn's funeral....but through technology I enjoyed years of delightful interchange with her, and I feel her loss more than typed words can convey.....

infinite sadness

ok, so.....i either quarrelled or came close to arguing with most of my blood kin yesterday.....the main theme being a disjoint between my desire to inspire generosity in my offspring by example....by being generous to them in hopes that they would, in turn, be generous to others.......yesterday, i came close to changing my approach to one of itemization and score-keeping.....close.....but i will continue to with the pay-it-forward lifestyle and hope for the best.....

All My Children

........................................ok, so i successfully photographed my children just before we sat down to enjoy a meal of sushi and sashimi to celebrate Stephan's bold move to Bloomington. What lovely children I have!

Mother's Day

Wishing my mother a happy mother's day as well as happy 83rd birthday! Here she is just a week ago at Kim's wedding in Cleveland.

google map fail

ok, so.....i googled my own address on google maps yesterday as i ate my lunch at my desk....and the photo of my address is not where i live.....seems that the google vehicle drove our circle backwards....and thus my house shows up as 272 rather than 155....ohter than the mixup in addresses they did get a decent picture of my house...sadly, the trellis roses were not blooming at the time....