My hat is off to Sean at One-Eyed Lizzie’s on the announcement of the birth of their son yesterday.
She came in at 21 inches long which he tells me is an inch taller than his three-month-old nephew.
Sean is what I call a twice in a lifetime kind of guys. I saw him the other day downstairs at the ER while his wife was in labor and then again tonight.
“My wife never gave up and she kept on pushing,” he said beamingly, describing the birth of their baby girl.
The 5’9” chef is not very forgettable with his dark black curly hair and olive completion weighting in at 250 lbs. His thick beard makes him look 30ish or so and when I met him the first time all he could do is talk about his restaurant.
“We use only the best ingredients and you don’t get a lot of that here. Every thing is shipped in fresh as it can be and at the end of the day we prepare for another shipment,” he said.
One-Eyed Lizzie’s is a cozy restaurant nestled right in the heart of downtown Savannah, GA and everyone who has been here, has to have tried it at least once. It is the only place where you can you get chicken parm or cordon bleu in a burrito wrap?
Now, everyone has babies everyday and in Savannah its no different than the rest of the world but Sean is perhaps the only proud papa that I know, where his child didn’t go into the delivery ward.
“The nurses were about to take her when the doctor told them not to. ‘Anything you can do in there, you can do here and if you take the girl, you may have a couple of not very happy parents.’ He would have been right,” said Sean.
So again, here’s to you buddy and as I promised, Here is the link to your restaurant.>
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Manning SC(click for link) sits just under a holler off Interstate-95. About an hour from Columbia and 20-minutes from Sumter, SC the people there are so helpful and friendly, I dare say that it almost makes sugar melt in your mouth. Mix Mayberry and the locals from Cheers and then you have it. Its the kind of place where the officers stop by just for a cup of coffee and conversation in between their breaks.
My hat is off to Rebecca Rhodes, town administrator, who is personally the best looking woman I have ever seen in high authority. Secondly and most fondly is Randy Garret, then police chief and now Sheriff of Clarendon County If there ever was a man you should meet it would be him.
About 5'11" and some 200 upwards pounds his soft southern accent and background in law enforcement are what it takes to run a city. And yes, I'll equate him to Andy Griffith.
His deputies are also a hoot.
My fist night spent there, I was staying at the office late to finish up some paperwork and silently stepped out the back door when I spotted officer Dingle putting the license plate BACK ON MY CAR. He chuckled a little and blushed as he pulled a screwdriver from his patrol car. Turns out that he ran my plates as South Carolina and the places came back stolen. He took the tags off when he noticed the Georgia seal on the tag, reran it and figured out it was actually mine. That was the first of the many adventures that I had in that small city.
I first entered the county seat of Clarendon County in 2007 to take my post at the local paper,The Manning Times
I took me as a little odd that this town that I had absolutely no idea about until two weeks prior. One of my first assignments was to tour the county on a whirl wind tour to help created a bi-annual magazine; Reflections. Down the road I go a bit, pass the burnt down school house, under the big oak tree right into a fork in the road. This one old man stopped me dead in track to proclaim, "You ain't from around here are yeeh."
I honestly felt as if I had stepped into a scene out of "Deliverance." However, the old man smiled sweetly as he offered me a glass of tea.
"How do I get to Turbeville," I asked.
"You take the big fork to your left and go down 'aways' until you reach the rail-road tracks and take a left and then sharp right and go down a 'mil' or two and there you are," he said.
Okay, so off again and in about an hour I see a small country sign,'Welcome to Turbeville.'
(click for link)
The first thing you see in town is a mural depicting Francis Marion, a local legend and Revolutionary War icon here, simply known as the "Swamp Fox."
Coincidentally the second thing you see is the Police Station attached to the Fire House which is attached some ways from town hall.
I always felt more at home there than in Manning. It is a bit smaller but people know you by name and are always glad to shake your hand and feed you dinner. In fact, my 11 month work period working there, involved me going to the grocery store maybe three times.
A right stoutly man of about 6'2", the Town Administrator and Funeral Home Director Pat Goodwin was there at the hall to meet me as I first rolled in. Pat is a little different that most. His well educated nature only gives off a glimmer of an accent. Instead he sounds like is from the southern part of the mid-west, having an "All American Accent."
The hall is the prettiest place in town with its floors neatly carpeted and the wall always with a fresh coat of paint. There inside the main room of the hall was the mayor, Ginie Turbeville.
"Evening evening," she exclaimed as she took her seat for the council meeting.
An unexpected part of the town hall was when I was introduced and welcomed aloud... then treated to something to eat at the 'Chat N Chew' Cafe.
A day later came my next adventure to Summerton, SC (sorry I couldn't find the link) where I met the local priest David, whom I came to love and admire and a great human being. David is a skinny-guy, maybe 130 pounds on a 5'8" frame and Canadian born. He would be my local tour guide throughout the town time and time again. I was also introduced to Jay Bruner, the mayor. Jay's about the same as David just a little bit more defined features with his shortly cropped black hair and glasses.
As I took my seat for the town meeting again the next night I was introduced to a sound of applause. As I went back the next day to catch a cup of coffee at the world famous Summerton Diner. Now, have you ever seen a scene in a movie where the person walks in the saloon and everyone stops and looks the person.
Yep, that's it for this experience as well. However, after an hour everyone there was more than glad to shake my hand. The room was filled with old-timers and local small farmers each wanting to tell their stories. (which I may go back and do someday.)
Clarendon County may be small but it's very refreshing. From the dams to the north end over by the creeks and 'Puddin Swamp, the people there are some of the nicest and most diligent people there.
My hat is off to Rebecca Rhodes, town administrator, who is personally the best looking woman I have ever seen in high authority. Secondly and most fondly is Randy Garret, then police chief and now Sheriff of Clarendon County If there ever was a man you should meet it would be him.
About 5'11" and some 200 upwards pounds his soft southern accent and background in law enforcement are what it takes to run a city. And yes, I'll equate him to Andy Griffith.
His deputies are also a hoot.
My fist night spent there, I was staying at the office late to finish up some paperwork and silently stepped out the back door when I spotted officer Dingle putting the license plate BACK ON MY CAR. He chuckled a little and blushed as he pulled a screwdriver from his patrol car. Turns out that he ran my plates as South Carolina and the places came back stolen. He took the tags off when he noticed the Georgia seal on the tag, reran it and figured out it was actually mine. That was the first of the many adventures that I had in that small city.
I first entered the county seat of Clarendon County in 2007 to take my post at the local paper,The Manning Times
I took me as a little odd that this town that I had absolutely no idea about until two weeks prior. One of my first assignments was to tour the county on a whirl wind tour to help created a bi-annual magazine; Reflections. Down the road I go a bit, pass the burnt down school house, under the big oak tree right into a fork in the road. This one old man stopped me dead in track to proclaim, "You ain't from around here are yeeh."
I honestly felt as if I had stepped into a scene out of "Deliverance." However, the old man smiled sweetly as he offered me a glass of tea.
"How do I get to Turbeville," I asked.
"You take the big fork to your left and go down 'aways' until you reach the rail-road tracks and take a left and then sharp right and go down a 'mil' or two and there you are," he said.
Okay, so off again and in about an hour I see a small country sign,'Welcome to Turbeville.'
(click for link)
The first thing you see in town is a mural depicting Francis Marion, a local legend and Revolutionary War icon here, simply known as the "Swamp Fox."
Coincidentally the second thing you see is the Police Station attached to the Fire House which is attached some ways from town hall.
I always felt more at home there than in Manning. It is a bit smaller but people know you by name and are always glad to shake your hand and feed you dinner. In fact, my 11 month work period working there, involved me going to the grocery store maybe three times.
A right stoutly man of about 6'2", the Town Administrator and Funeral Home Director Pat Goodwin was there at the hall to meet me as I first rolled in. Pat is a little different that most. His well educated nature only gives off a glimmer of an accent. Instead he sounds like is from the southern part of the mid-west, having an "All American Accent."
The hall is the prettiest place in town with its floors neatly carpeted and the wall always with a fresh coat of paint. There inside the main room of the hall was the mayor, Ginie Turbeville.
"Evening evening," she exclaimed as she took her seat for the council meeting.
An unexpected part of the town hall was when I was introduced and welcomed aloud... then treated to something to eat at the 'Chat N Chew' Cafe.
A day later came my next adventure to Summerton, SC (sorry I couldn't find the link) where I met the local priest David, whom I came to love and admire and a great human being. David is a skinny-guy, maybe 130 pounds on a 5'8" frame and Canadian born. He would be my local tour guide throughout the town time and time again. I was also introduced to Jay Bruner, the mayor. Jay's about the same as David just a little bit more defined features with his shortly cropped black hair and glasses.
As I took my seat for the town meeting again the next night I was introduced to a sound of applause. As I went back the next day to catch a cup of coffee at the world famous Summerton Diner. Now, have you ever seen a scene in a movie where the person walks in the saloon and everyone stops and looks the person.
Yep, that's it for this experience as well. However, after an hour everyone there was more than glad to shake my hand. The room was filled with old-timers and local small farmers each wanting to tell their stories. (which I may go back and do someday.)
Clarendon County may be small but it's very refreshing. From the dams to the north end over by the creeks and 'Puddin Swamp, the people there are some of the nicest and most diligent people there.
Sanford loses stimulus fight
This article is attributed to Yvonne Wenger of the Post and Courier
More teachers will have jobs and children will have better access to early childhood classes, after-school programs and effective literacy interventions after the state Supreme Court said Thursday that Gov. Mark Sanford must accept federal stimulus funds.
Sanford lost a months-long battle when the high court forced him to draw down $700 million in stimulus money, most of which will go toward South Carolina public schools.
To Sanford, the fight was about democracy and crucial checks and balances in government. But to Lowcountry educators, the protracted battle put the state's most vulnerable in a political fix.
Charleston County schools Superintendent Nancy McGinley said the stimulus funds won't solve the district's budget woes, but the cash does help officials make strategic investments.
"If we believe and invest in this generation of Charleston County students, they will pay us back tenfold," she said. "Let us put our students front and center as we move forward and pass a budget that will zero in on their needs, and those of the teachers who will stand before them."
The recession has left schools struggling after several rounds of budget cuts, and state Superintendent of Education Jim Rex said the stimulus cash will provide relief. The $700 million will be split between the next two years, including $184 million that will be divided among the state's 85 district in the coming school year. Colleges and universities will receive $105 million this year, and $57 million is designated for law enforcement programs.
"Class sizes were really going to go up next year as a result of these cuts, and many programs were on the chopping block for big reductions: summer school, after-school programs, adult education, athletics, you name it," Rex said. "Courses were being canceled right and left. Students were going to feel a direct impact, and now schools may be able to avoid some of that."
Sanford said he will apply for the money Monday. The state's $5.7 billion budget goes into effect July 1.
In all, the state will receive $2.8 billion in stimulus funds for government agencies out of the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act signed by President Obama in February. South Carolina's share could grow to $8 billion when tax breaks and grants are figured in. The $700 million was the only disputed portion.
The court's decision reaffirmed that the state only has one branch of government — the Legislature, Sanford said. He fears the decision will have implications on future governors.
For now, though, officials in Dorchester and Berkeley schools are feeling relief.
Dorchester District 2 Superintendent Joe Pye gave kudos to legislators who fought Sanford in his opposition to the money. Pye said it was critical to receive the money following massive rounds of budget cuts in the last year.
Like elsewhere, Berkeley schools will juggle unpaid leave for workers, staff reductions through attrition and program cuts as they draft the final version of their budget.
"The children of South Carolina have won over the political posturing," Berkeley County schools Finance Director Brantley Thomas said.
Now... for my section.
I have the distinct disgrace in dealing with Sanford. His blowhard, inane political standing is something that only be attributed to an simple minded creature.
Time and time again out of the statehouse I have heard Democrats and Republicans argue against him and shoot him down due to over ruling in the majority.
In his original statement some months back Sanford said that South Carolina did not need money. South Carolina has one of the highest unemployment rates in the nation. I should know... I use to live there and got laid off due to budget cuts.
Political posturing goes all too well with Sanford. His blatant disregard for the people of South Carolina has not served him well and his popularity rating is lower that G.'dubbya.'
In short, he is fit to farm dirt and not much else.
More teachers will have jobs and children will have better access to early childhood classes, after-school programs and effective literacy interventions after the state Supreme Court said Thursday that Gov. Mark Sanford must accept federal stimulus funds.
Sanford lost a months-long battle when the high court forced him to draw down $700 million in stimulus money, most of which will go toward South Carolina public schools.
To Sanford, the fight was about democracy and crucial checks and balances in government. But to Lowcountry educators, the protracted battle put the state's most vulnerable in a political fix.
Charleston County schools Superintendent Nancy McGinley said the stimulus funds won't solve the district's budget woes, but the cash does help officials make strategic investments.
"If we believe and invest in this generation of Charleston County students, they will pay us back tenfold," she said. "Let us put our students front and center as we move forward and pass a budget that will zero in on their needs, and those of the teachers who will stand before them."
The recession has left schools struggling after several rounds of budget cuts, and state Superintendent of Education Jim Rex said the stimulus cash will provide relief. The $700 million will be split between the next two years, including $184 million that will be divided among the state's 85 district in the coming school year. Colleges and universities will receive $105 million this year, and $57 million is designated for law enforcement programs.
"Class sizes were really going to go up next year as a result of these cuts, and many programs were on the chopping block for big reductions: summer school, after-school programs, adult education, athletics, you name it," Rex said. "Courses were being canceled right and left. Students were going to feel a direct impact, and now schools may be able to avoid some of that."
Sanford said he will apply for the money Monday. The state's $5.7 billion budget goes into effect July 1.
In all, the state will receive $2.8 billion in stimulus funds for government agencies out of the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act signed by President Obama in February. South Carolina's share could grow to $8 billion when tax breaks and grants are figured in. The $700 million was the only disputed portion.
The court's decision reaffirmed that the state only has one branch of government — the Legislature, Sanford said. He fears the decision will have implications on future governors.
For now, though, officials in Dorchester and Berkeley schools are feeling relief.
Dorchester District 2 Superintendent Joe Pye gave kudos to legislators who fought Sanford in his opposition to the money. Pye said it was critical to receive the money following massive rounds of budget cuts in the last year.
Like elsewhere, Berkeley schools will juggle unpaid leave for workers, staff reductions through attrition and program cuts as they draft the final version of their budget.
"The children of South Carolina have won over the political posturing," Berkeley County schools Finance Director Brantley Thomas said.
Now... for my section.
I have the distinct disgrace in dealing with Sanford. His blowhard, inane political standing is something that only be attributed to an simple minded creature.
Time and time again out of the statehouse I have heard Democrats and Republicans argue against him and shoot him down due to over ruling in the majority.
In his original statement some months back Sanford said that South Carolina did not need money. South Carolina has one of the highest unemployment rates in the nation. I should know... I use to live there and got laid off due to budget cuts.
Political posturing goes all too well with Sanford. His blatant disregard for the people of South Carolina has not served him well and his popularity rating is lower that G.'dubbya.'
In short, he is fit to farm dirt and not much else.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
MTV and the security guard ‘Pam’
It’s been about 13 hours now with my aunt in hospital once again but I dare to say that hospitals feature the most interesting people.
As I went to smoke as per usual on nights such as tonight when I can’t sleep I entered into a conversation with a man two years my younger. A black man, well dressed in a green colored shirt and khaki pants, with brown belt and shoes. He was rather well built being about 6’ and 200 something pounds and dreadlocks that ran down to his neck. His eyes were quite swollen with tears and he seemed to sob as he asked me for a light.
I obliged and just a matter of saying hello got him to spill his entire life story.
The man was supposedly on his way to Florida to be on the show, “Make it or Break it,” a show where contestants rap or dance (whichever one) to compete for a title and their shot in Hollywood.
Before the trip the man was packing and was bitten on his arm, which by now was a very visible sight of puss and raised blood.
“I’m out here until they give me my pain medications,” he said.
When I inquired about why he was crying he simply said that he wasn’t sure if he was going to make the six hour trek to Florida.
“I can’t go because they haven’t given me my pain medications or a shot and I cannot leave because it hurts to much,” he said. [He] was referring to doctors. However, the man was in so much pain that I couldn’t rightly stand there and do nothing. Calling on some of my contacts in the ER I had the man at least walked into the back and hoping he got the medical treatment he needed. It is amazing what the gift of gab will get you.
Now, in this hospital there is a bit of high security. After 8 p.m. all the doors lock down like a medium security prison. No one goes in or out without a badge of some sort. Therefore, Pam enters the picture.
Pam is the chief of security, sitting at a desk tucked neatly behind the ER surrounded by all the likes of miniature security cameras and buttons and the like.
Her almost silver hair gave away her age of 61. Aside from her telling me her actual age of 61, I wouldn’t have guessed more than 50. So, with no ID I was at the mercy of this woman who was obviously protective of her staff of nurses and other security teams.
After about 20 minutes of conversation about my aunt and her fall, strokes, and cardiovascular disease, plus a room number. She was content enough to let me behind the doors back into the main hospital up to the fifth floor where I sit now writing this piece.
The silver badge on her chest with the addition of a grey shirt and black pants painted the picture of someone who had been in law enforcement all of her life or thereabout. I don’t know if she did the job for no pay but the way the economy is going, I don’t think so.
“I’ve got a lot of staff here and I’m surprised about your aunt at such a young age,” she said. (My aunt in hospital is in her mid 50’s and has had two strokes and one CHF diagnosis.)
We went on for about a good thirty minutes more. I was quite intrigued about her brothers who use to be into drugs and all the patients she had seen throughout the years.
“Some people think night shift is easy but it is actually the busiest time in the emergency room,” she said. She followed up with “I hate full moons.” As we laughed about the subject she went on to tell me about all the violence that her father encountered as a law enforcement agent.
“People come in here all the time that have been shot, stabbed or something else,” she said. “It use to be safe or safer.”
Now, to anyone that knows me I don’t believe the world was safer ‘back then.’ I have to believe that with the introduction of society the way it is that people are more prone to violence because they have more and more outlets. I.E. There were not that many gangs in the 1950’s, at least, not in Georgia. Also, there was not a market for major drug use until the 1970’s.
But being the kind hearted woman she was, she eventually gave me a pass just in time for me to hop up to the room to see my aunt finally passed out.
So to the security guard, I salute you on what you do. You may actually be our first defense from domestic terrorists. And to the rapper with the spider bite, may you get to your trip and remember the advice I gave you.
As I went to smoke as per usual on nights such as tonight when I can’t sleep I entered into a conversation with a man two years my younger. A black man, well dressed in a green colored shirt and khaki pants, with brown belt and shoes. He was rather well built being about 6’ and 200 something pounds and dreadlocks that ran down to his neck. His eyes were quite swollen with tears and he seemed to sob as he asked me for a light.
I obliged and just a matter of saying hello got him to spill his entire life story.
The man was supposedly on his way to Florida to be on the show, “Make it or Break it,” a show where contestants rap or dance (whichever one) to compete for a title and their shot in Hollywood.
Before the trip the man was packing and was bitten on his arm, which by now was a very visible sight of puss and raised blood.
“I’m out here until they give me my pain medications,” he said.
When I inquired about why he was crying he simply said that he wasn’t sure if he was going to make the six hour trek to Florida.
“I can’t go because they haven’t given me my pain medications or a shot and I cannot leave because it hurts to much,” he said. [He] was referring to doctors. However, the man was in so much pain that I couldn’t rightly stand there and do nothing. Calling on some of my contacts in the ER I had the man at least walked into the back and hoping he got the medical treatment he needed. It is amazing what the gift of gab will get you.
Now, in this hospital there is a bit of high security. After 8 p.m. all the doors lock down like a medium security prison. No one goes in or out without a badge of some sort. Therefore, Pam enters the picture.
Pam is the chief of security, sitting at a desk tucked neatly behind the ER surrounded by all the likes of miniature security cameras and buttons and the like.
Her almost silver hair gave away her age of 61. Aside from her telling me her actual age of 61, I wouldn’t have guessed more than 50. So, with no ID I was at the mercy of this woman who was obviously protective of her staff of nurses and other security teams.
After about 20 minutes of conversation about my aunt and her fall, strokes, and cardiovascular disease, plus a room number. She was content enough to let me behind the doors back into the main hospital up to the fifth floor where I sit now writing this piece.
The silver badge on her chest with the addition of a grey shirt and black pants painted the picture of someone who had been in law enforcement all of her life or thereabout. I don’t know if she did the job for no pay but the way the economy is going, I don’t think so.
“I’ve got a lot of staff here and I’m surprised about your aunt at such a young age,” she said. (My aunt in hospital is in her mid 50’s and has had two strokes and one CHF diagnosis.)
We went on for about a good thirty minutes more. I was quite intrigued about her brothers who use to be into drugs and all the patients she had seen throughout the years.
“Some people think night shift is easy but it is actually the busiest time in the emergency room,” she said. She followed up with “I hate full moons.” As we laughed about the subject she went on to tell me about all the violence that her father encountered as a law enforcement agent.
“People come in here all the time that have been shot, stabbed or something else,” she said. “It use to be safe or safer.”
Now, to anyone that knows me I don’t believe the world was safer ‘back then.’ I have to believe that with the introduction of society the way it is that people are more prone to violence because they have more and more outlets. I.E. There were not that many gangs in the 1950’s, at least, not in Georgia. Also, there was not a market for major drug use until the 1970’s.
But being the kind hearted woman she was, she eventually gave me a pass just in time for me to hop up to the room to see my aunt finally passed out.
So to the security guard, I salute you on what you do. You may actually be our first defense from domestic terrorists. And to the rapper with the spider bite, may you get to your trip and remember the advice I gave you.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Dito
Hey, its my favorite puppy. The black and white mutt is a friend of mine and has some very interesting habits. He has become a man in his own right but before, even at three-years-old, he still squatted to pee.
He's black and white, already stated of course but it is his spotting which is the most interesting. I've never seen a dog in tux. His 50 pound frame holds four all white paws, black legs and a black back-side with a white under chest and black neck line. His face is a white snout, with an all white face and a black tongue.
His wonderful way of waking up stinks.... literally. When he wants to wake up you have no choice. His rump has met my nose many times when he wants to be let outside.
These days though he has began to change his puppy ways.
When Dito was a little one. He use to despise the bath. One night he decided to jump out of the bath in the middle of a shower.... as I caught him mid flight and brought him back down into the tub he screamed and howled... but never jumped out of the shower again.
These days he chooses to sleep in the tub instead of with his master. She said that he likes the cool feel of the tube but I choose to think that it is that experience. Maybe its just me being a little narcissistic.
He's black and white, already stated of course but it is his spotting which is the most interesting. I've never seen a dog in tux. His 50 pound frame holds four all white paws, black legs and a black back-side with a white under chest and black neck line. His face is a white snout, with an all white face and a black tongue.
His wonderful way of waking up stinks.... literally. When he wants to wake up you have no choice. His rump has met my nose many times when he wants to be let outside.
These days though he has began to change his puppy ways.
When Dito was a little one. He use to despise the bath. One night he decided to jump out of the bath in the middle of a shower.... as I caught him mid flight and brought him back down into the tub he screamed and howled... but never jumped out of the shower again.
These days he chooses to sleep in the tub instead of with his master. She said that he likes the cool feel of the tube but I choose to think that it is that experience. Maybe its just me being a little narcissistic.
Rosie
NOTE:
I haven't updated in a while due to illness so I apologize to readers.
She lays in a hospital bed almost every hour of every day. After six kids and two strokes, understandably she is tired. Her short crumbled red hair hasn't been combed in a month... it actually can't be since she cannot raise her self from the bed or even turn her head.
At sixty years old her once tight beautiful skin that use to lay on the beach now is paper thin and paper white. And while she can't talk or swallow made evident by her feeding tube she is quite cognizant which includes of course touching and squeezing my hand.
With her family around her she is content to understand everything and can make signs by placing her hand on a big yellow sheet of laminate that denotes the signs of what she might want such as 'bathroom,' 'hunger,' and 'pain.' She can also make grunts and some sounds of almost human vocabulary.
As her duaghter would put it, "She is getting better."
Which is true, she can get up and down and walk... though it is limited.
Bottom line, she won't get better completely. Her family caring for her, she will go to live with one of her daughters after she gets out of hospital. Whenever that will be.
I haven't updated in a while due to illness so I apologize to readers.
She lays in a hospital bed almost every hour of every day. After six kids and two strokes, understandably she is tired. Her short crumbled red hair hasn't been combed in a month... it actually can't be since she cannot raise her self from the bed or even turn her head.
At sixty years old her once tight beautiful skin that use to lay on the beach now is paper thin and paper white. And while she can't talk or swallow made evident by her feeding tube she is quite cognizant which includes of course touching and squeezing my hand.
With her family around her she is content to understand everything and can make signs by placing her hand on a big yellow sheet of laminate that denotes the signs of what she might want such as 'bathroom,' 'hunger,' and 'pain.' She can also make grunts and some sounds of almost human vocabulary.
As her duaghter would put it, "She is getting better."
Which is true, she can get up and down and walk... though it is limited.
Bottom line, she won't get better completely. Her family caring for her, she will go to live with one of her daughters after she gets out of hospital. Whenever that will be.
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