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sigh...
i feeL so heLpLess when smooshie starts having an asthma-like hack attack =[
Not sure what it is; so, I captured to show the vet.
iM quite concerned bec URI's can be contagious & dangerous to any cubb's heaLth.
He was worse on the 1st day home; down to one short episode now =]
So far, tres troubLemakers [their new name as a group]
are NOT showing signs of lethargy or loss of appetite.
On the contrary, the hungry hippos are gaLLoping aLL over the apt!!!
GSXR is stiLL hissing, whiLe KOGA is stiLL pawing at the NiNJA.
It's been two weeks and stiLL no sign of a truce...
I've never been on a more congested rail system in my life than the trains in the heart of Istanbul, Turkey.
Those trains were crowded!
.A heritage walk to Kashmiri Gate this Sunday morning was a different and a special experience for we got a chance to know and explore one of the busiest areas of the Delhi City. The area which is frequently visited yet less ‘known’, the area which hides various traces of Indian history but is only termed as congested and filthy.
We all know how rapidly urban spaces change. It was seems incredible, but our first stop, Nicholson’s Cemetery, was located in the area which was a battleground for British and the Indian rebels during the 1857 revolt. The cemetery has both British & Indian burials. If Brigadier General John Nicholson was known for his excellent military skills then Master Yasudas Ramachandra was popular for his intellectual excellence. Our next stop was, the remains of one of the magnificent gates of old Delhi-the Kashmiri Gate. The road through it led to Kashmir and so gave it this name; likewise it also lent the name to the neighborhood around it. In close vicinity to the gate were the remains of the wall of the walled city of Shahjahanabad. It is important to note that not only was the city evolving but also its wall and the people nearby saw various ups and downs in their life time as the city transformed. Not to be ignored is the Bengali Club located at the Kashmiri Gate? Once it was a hub for promoting Bengali culture, customs, traditions and festivals but sadly it is in a forgotten state. We then proceeded to a place called Bada Bazaar which is known to have houses of various Mughal Nobles and British officials before the bazaar came up. None of us could miss the charm of Lal Masjid, also known as Fakhr-ul-Masajid, projecting itself amidst the old archaic surrounding architecture. Our heritage trail then proceeds towards the old buildings of two famous colleges of Delhi University, St. Stephens and the Hindu college. Former was started by the missionaries to spread the English western education while the latter by Indians in opposition to British ideas. Right in front of us was elegant building of the St. James Church, whose property was looted and stolen by the rebels during 1857. A canteen and a field hospital were established here by the rebels. The church was established by James Skinner & the churchyard has the Skinner family burial ground as well as the grave of his good friend, William Fraser. Next in our stop was the bungalow of William Fraser, a majestic colonial building which is known to be built on the basement Ali Mardan Khan’s (important Mughal noble) residence. Now, passing by the old buildings of the city we reached an Archaeological Museum which was once an important Mughal and British building. Called the Dara Shukoh Library, it was later made into the British Residency. This is where David Ochterlony lampooned as ‘Loony Akhtar’ lived. A few steps ahead is the Telegraph Memorial and remains of British Magazine, both memorials for the British; the loyal and faithful service of their officials, whose important deeds resulted in controlling the uprising. We finally reached the end of our walk at the Lothian Road Cemetery, the first British cemetery in Delhi. Our journey was an attempt to unravel the story of bravery and loyalty, tracing both sides of the story.
(posted by Niti Deoliya & Kanika Singh, team members, Delhi Heritage Walks)
Title:
Siena Park Residences Parañaque City condo for sale
Description:
WHY RENT IF YOU CAN OWN?
website:
Siena Park Residences, a medium-density condominium village, sets the perfect dwelling for young growing families who aspire for an upgraded lifestyle away from the congested city highways yet providing easy access to these main roads that lead to business districts and places of work.
PROJECT OVERVIEW
Location: West Service Rd., Brgy. Sun Valley, Bicutan, Parañaque City
Land Area : 3.1 Hectares
Theme : Modern Contemporary
Project Type : MID_RISE (11)
Price Range : PHP 2.3-4.6M
RFO Date : RFO
OUTDOOR AMENITIES
Basketball Court
Cabanas
Clubhouse
Waterplay
Kiddie Pool
Lounge Pool
Pool Deck
INDOOR AMENITIES
Game Room
Entertainment Room
Convenience Store
Fitness Gym
Launge Area
Meeting Room
Audio Visual Room
Multi Function Hall
Function Hall
Laundry and Pick up Station
Water Refilling Station
Siena Park Residences - Location
Bicutan - Paranaque
The property is located along West Service Road, Brgy. Sun Valley, Bicutan, Parañaque City.
HOW TO GET THERE
From EDSA:
Take EDSA hi-way south bound route, upon reaching Magallanes Interchange flyover, follow lane going to Nichols/SLEX. Drive straight and exit at the Merville tollgate / West Service Road. Drive straight towards Bicutan, Siena Park Residences gate is beside Toyota Bicutan Showroom.
From C5:
Take C5 south bound route, climb C5 flyover going to SLEX southbound, then Exit to Bicutan, detour at SM Bicutan going to West Service road north bound, drive few meters turn left upon reaching Toyota Bicutan Showroom.
AREA DISTANCES
Schools and Universities
NameDistance (in Km)Estimated Travel Time
Don Bosco (Makati)
Assumption San Lorenzo (Makati)
Colegio San Agustin (Makati)
International School (Taguig)
British School Manila (Taguig)
St. James Parañaque (Paranaque)
San Beda College (Muntinlupa)
De La Salle Santiago-Zobel (Muntinlupa)
St. Scholastica’s College (Manila)
De La Salle University (Manila)
College of St. Benilde (Manila)
Hospitals
Name
St. Lukes Hospital (Taguig)
Paranaque Doctors Hospital
Asian Hospital (Muntinlupa)
Business District
Name
Makati CBD
Alabang/Filinvest/Muntinlupa CBD
Ortigas CBD
Airport
Name
Domestic Airport
NAIA 1
NAIA 2
NAIA 3
Public Market
Name
Bicutan Wet Market
Sport Center
Name
SM Bicutan
Robinsons Supermarket
Glorieta Makati8.40
Greenbelt Makati
Shopwise Sucat Paranaque
Alabang Town Center
Festival Mall Alabang
Churches
Name
Holy Family Chapel
Mary Help of Christian Church
Our Lady of Miraculous Medal Church
Very affordable condominium
Very few units left!
Hurry! Reserve now!
Note: Walk-In Clients will not Accommodate!
Just Set an Appointment,
Thank you.
For showroom assistance and reservation please contact:
Ryan Hicaiji - 0927_68_33_271
website:
Macaranga grandifolia is a species of plant in the Euphorbiaceae family. Common names for this plant include Nasturtium Tree, Parasol Leaf Tree and Bingabing. It is endemic to the Philippines and has been widely cultivated in Hawaii as a tropical ornamental. This plant has become very popular garden ornamental in many parts of the tropics for the extraordinary grandiose leaves, which are rounded-ovate in shape, with prominent, reddish veins and the stem attached towards the center of the leaf blade.
The flowers are pinkish red and the males are held in coral-like, congested inflorescences. The leaf ash was eaten as a cure for enlarged bellies. Twine made from the bark and the wood was used for fishing spears. The leaves were used to wrap food. Birds eat the ripe fruit.
Macaranga grandilfolia
Biscayne Park FL
The upgraded line from Lincoln southwards to Spalding and Peterborough takes freight traffic away from the congested ECML. Here 66128 heads a Felixstowe bound Intermodal between Ruskington and Sleaford North Junction.
TOKYO – When Army Maj. Gen. James F. Pasquarette assumed command of U.S. Army Japan (USARJ) July 8, 2015, he immediately took initiative to personally meet the troops under his command as well as key leaders from his host nation partners.
Pasquarette's tour of his area of responsibility began in earnest when he and members of his staff boarded a UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter July 10 from Camp Zama, Japan. Flying hundreds of feet above the congested highways at sometimes at level with Japan's sea of skyscrapers, Pasquarette acquired a bird's eye view of the American and Japanese military installations scattered among the urban jungle.
“We overflew Sagami General Depot, Yokohama North Dock and Hardy Barracks, said Milton Jackson, garrison manager at Camp Zama. “Our new commander now has clearer picture of the facilities, equipment and watercraft managed by the Army, and he can better understand where and how these individual installations interact with one another.”
According to Jackson, the USARJ primary mission comprises the rapid deployment of troops and materiel from one theater to another. As the Army's largest logistical hub in Asia, the command must maintain a streamlined sustainment system capable of moving thousands of tons of supplies and equipment via land and sea.
“Sagami Depot has rolling stock and Yokohama North Dock has watercraft,” said Jackson. “We must overcome the challenges posed by Japan's dense population centers by developing methods that rapidly move and load stock onto our watercraft so that we may better project our presence in the Pacific. Fortunately, our Japanese allies are willing to support us if a major threat or disaster called for a sudden mass movement.”
After a brief stop at Yokota Air Base to meet with Air Force Gen. John L. Dolan, commanding general, U.S. Force Japan, Pasquarette touched down near the heart of Tokyo where members of America's staunchest allies welcomed him with the pomp and circumstance befitting a general.
“On behalf of the JGSDF (Japan Ground Self-Defense Force), welcome to Japan,” said Gen. Kiyofumi Iwata, chief of staff, JGSDF, to Pasquarette after the two commanders sat in a decorative conference room inside Japan's Ministry of Defense. “We look forward to continuing our dialog of bilateral coordination between our two countries as JGSDF pursues its transformation into a dynamic joint defense force.”
The dialog consisted of one-on-one conversations with not only Iwata but also Adm. Katsutoshi Kawano, chief of staff, Japan Self-Defense Force, and Hideshi Tokuchi, vice minister of international affairs, Japan Ministry of Defense. The four men discussed previous achievements, current operations and potential challenges facing their respective commands and presented ideas on how to strengthen interoperability among their forces through combined training exercises and expanded service member exchange programs.
“We currently have several dozen JSDF service members embedded with [U.S. military] units,” said Pasquarette. “I believe extending this program so that our Soldiers can work within the JGSDF will further enhance our partnership.”
Pasquarette also ensured his hosts that the United States Army remains committed to its allies in the Pacific despite looming force reductions and ongoing operations in Europe and the Middle East.
“The Army recently announced that it will cut the number of troops in the active component from 450,000 to about 410,000,” said Pasquarette. “This rebalance of the force has no effect on our strength and readiness in the Pacific. Our alliance is more important than ever. That's why we're keeping our best trained and best equipped Soldiers in Japan and Korea.”
After a two-hour visit that started with with a JSDF band playing “The Star-Spangled Banner” and ended with a warm exchange of plaques and handshakes, Pasquarette and his team boarded a helicopter bound for Camp Zama.
“I have worked extensively throughout the Pacific during my Army career,” said the former armor officer and chief of staff of U.S. Army Pacific. “The JSDF consists of some of the world's most capable and professional men and women in uniform. I look forward to building stronger relationships with them and become a valuable partner in its transformation."
U.S. Army photos by Sgt. John L. Carkeet IV, U.S. Army Japan
Calcutta Tramways Company 397 K-type articulated tram on the narrow congested Rabindra Sarani on 21 October 1980.
The Islamic Community of Harehills, Leeds is an extremely congested one made up of back to back and terrace housing.
In some respects this strong ethnic community have revived the older spirit within this inner city housing. This is especially true in the case of local trading and these playful children featured here.
When James Madison (1751-1836), one of the last surviving Founding Fathers, died of congestive heart failure at the age of 85, he was interred at the family cemetery at Montpelier. His wife of 42 years, Dolley Todd Madison (née Payne; 1768-1849), seventeen years his junior, sold the property to pay off outstanding debts and moved to Washington DC. After she passed in her home at age 81, she was buried in the Congressional Cemetery, but later interred at Montpelier next to her husband. According to legend, it was at Dolley's funeral that incumbent President Zachary Taylor eulogized her as "First Lady," perhaps being the first known use of the title--but no record of his eulogy is extant.
Montpelier, set on a 2,700-acre estate facing the Blue Ridge Mountains, was the plantain house of the Madison family, including James Madison, who was hailed as the "Father of the Constitution," and served as the fourth President of the United States, his wife, Dolley Madison, and six generations of enslaved individuals The manor house was originally built around 1764 by Madison's father, James Madison Sr., on a 2,700-acre estate originally granted to Madison's grandfather Ambrose Madison and his brother in law Thomas Chew, and expanded by Madison himself in 1797 after returning home with his new wife, and then again in 1809-1812. William du Pont, Sr., bought the estate in 1901 and enlarged the mansion. Now owned by the National Trust for Historic Preservation, it has been restored back to its 1820's design and is open to the public.
Montpelier National Register #66000843(1966), VLR #068-0030
Madison–Barbour Rural Historic District #90002115, VLR #068-0304
TOKYO – When Army Maj. Gen. James F. Pasquarette assumed command of U.S. Army Japan (USARJ) July 8, 2015, he immediately took initiative to personally meet the troops under his command as well as key leaders from his host nation partners.
Pasquarette's tour of his area of responsibility began in earnest when he and members of his staff boarded a UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter July 10 from Camp Zama, Japan. Flying hundreds of feet above the congested highways at sometimes at level with Japan's sea of skyscrapers, Pasquarette acquired a bird's eye view of the American and Japanese military installations scattered among the urban jungle.
“We overflew Sagami General Depot, Yokohama North Dock and Hardy Barracks, said Milton Jackson, garrison manager at Camp Zama. “Our new commander now has clearer picture of the facilities, equipment and watercraft managed by the Army, and he can better understand where and how these individual installations interact with one another.”
According to Jackson, the USARJ primary mission comprises the rapid deployment of troops and materiel from one theater to another. As the Army's largest logistical hub in Asia, the command must maintain a streamlined sustainment system capable of moving thousands of tons of supplies and equipment via land and sea.
“Sagami Depot has rolling stock and Yokohama North Dock has watercraft,” said Jackson. “We must overcome the challenges posed by Japan's dense population centers by developing methods that rapidly move and load stock onto our watercraft so that we may better project our presence in the Pacific. Fortunately, our Japanese allies are willing to support us if a major threat or disaster called for a sudden mass movement.”
After a brief stop at Yokota Air Base to meet with Air Force Gen. John L. Dolan, commanding general, U.S. Force Japan, Pasquarette touched down near the heart of Tokyo where members of America's staunchest allies welcomed him with the pomp and circumstance befitting a general.
“On behalf of the JGSDF (Japan Ground Self-Defense Force), welcome to Japan,” said Gen. Kiyofumi Iwata, chief of staff, JGSDF, to Pasquarette after the two commanders sat in a decorative conference room inside Japan's Ministry of Defense. “We look forward to continuing our dialog of bilateral coordination between our two countries as JGSDF pursues its transformation into a dynamic joint defense force.”
The dialog consisted of one-on-one conversations with not only Iwata but also Adm. Katsutoshi Kawano, chief of staff, Japan Self-Defense Force, and Hideshi Tokuchi, vice minister of international affairs, Japan Ministry of Defense. The four men discussed previous achievements, current operations and potential challenges facing their respective commands and presented ideas on how to strengthen interoperability among their forces through combined training exercises and expanded service member exchange programs.
“We currently have several dozen JSDF service members embedded with [U.S. military] units,” said Pasquarette. “I believe extending this program so that our Soldiers can work within the JGSDF will further enhance our partnership.”
Pasquarette also ensured his hosts that the United States Army remains committed to its allies in the Pacific despite looming force reductions and ongoing operations in Europe and the Middle East.
“The Army recently announced that it will cut the number of troops in the active component from 450,000 to about 410,000,” said Pasquarette. “This rebalance of the force has no effect on our strength and readiness in the Pacific. Our alliance is more important than ever. That's why we're keeping our best trained and best equipped Soldiers in Japan and Korea.”
After a two-hour visit that started with with a JSDF band playing “The Star-Spangled Banner” and ended with a warm exchange of plaques and handshakes, Pasquarette and his team boarded a helicopter bound for Camp Zama.
“I have worked extensively throughout the Pacific during my Army career,” said the former armor officer and chief of staff of U.S. Army Pacific. “The JSDF consists of some of the world's most capable and professional men and women in uniform. I look forward to building stronger relationships with them and become a valuable partner in its transformation."
U.S. Army photos by Sgt. John L. Carkeet IV, U.S. Army Japan
Running for Stirling Bus Station from Bannockburn through congested Stirling approach roads is 34015.
Our tour had the two of us ride in a minivan, offering some nice neck twisting views when the weather cleared. However, going over the Thung Khe Pass had my eyes glued on the front, as we’d suddenly see bikes appear on either side of the road.
Something to be said for the congested roads of the cities where serious accidents are rare due to low speeds. The open road brings higher speeds of course, but mix in the trucks, half helmets and low powered bikes for a pretty obvious result.
ISO3200 f4.5 1/2000 58mm LR
The third dawn in Mum's house, and almost certainly, the last one i would see from the windows of her house.
The family house.
I decided to sleep with just the camber-wick bedspread on, get under that, and all was good until I got under it, and dropped it on my resting body, and a cloud of dust rose picked out in the light beams of the bedside lamp.
You might recall I am certainly allergic to house dust.
So, I took two emergency squirts of nasal spray, and did get four hours sleep, but woke at three, wide awake and congested.
That was it for sleep.
So, I lay there for a while, then got the computer out, dod some stuff, listened to some radio, so the night faded and dawn came.
I forgot the house clearers were due to return to do the garage, but Sheila (the cleaner) was due to come round before nine to collect a key. But with a stack of things to do in town, I was worried there wouldn't be enough time.
So, I loaded the car with the collection of stuff I saved from the house, then sat on the wall until nine, and when no one had come, I locked the house and left.
Once in town, first call was a key cutter to provide a spare set for the solicitor, for when the time comes to sell the house. I then go tot he post office to get a mail redirection form.
Both tasks had taken less than ten minutes, not having enough time was no longer a problem.
I go to Starbucks for breakfast, have a panini and a huge flavoured latte with an extra shot. I sit at a table in the winodw, so I could look out on the street to see if I saw anyone I knew.
I didn't.
And in the three days, I saw no one else other than those I called round to tell about Mum's passing. You would hardly believe I spent the first 25 years in the town.
At ten I went to the funeral directors to finalise the details of Mum's cremation, and fix a date.
We always assumed that it would be well into November. But they felt keeping Mum hanging around for six weeks might not be kind to her, so we agreed a very short time frame, with her cremation at Gorleston on 11th October at ten in the morning. Meaning, we leave from here on Thursday evening, drive to a hotel in East Anglia,. Spend the night there, before driving up in the morning, then driving to London to drop the car off and going to the UJC to spend another night, then on Saturday, travel to Heathrow to catch the plane to Chicago.
Wow.
Meaning we won't be thinking about the funeral when we're away, but the healing process will already have started.
A wise move in the end.
But it is going to be tight.
Once I had chosen the hymn and details, I was asked about the walk out music: both my parents loved Billy Fury, so I said Halfway to Paradise.
And just thinking of it, I began to cry. The first tears since Mum had passed.
Where did that come from?
The lady said that it happens with the emitional connection with music.
That completed, I walk back to the Journal office to put in a new notice for the funeral, but the lady on the desk, about to be fired, simply ammended the previous notice to show the funeral details, so saving me £36.
Take that penpushers!
And I was done.
I could go home.
So I walk down the High Street for the last time, past the charity shops and empty stores.
I get in the car, turn the key and move off, driving into traffic inching over the bascule bridge, then down the spine road t join the A12, and head south.
The sun was shining, it wasn't quite warm enough to have a window open, but my mood lightened, even though I was beyond tired.
Traffic was very light, so the drive to Whickham Market where the good roads start, then cruise round Ipswich, down to Colchester, Chelmsford and to the M25.
All in two hours.
Over the bridge and back into Kent.
My plan was to visit Jen, but the A2 was blocked at Canterbury. So I go down Bluebell Hill, to the other motorway, then cruise down there, pas the usual familiar route markers to Folkestone.
Jen was there with John, and it was good just to talk to people, have a relaxing brew and unwind.
At four I drove home through the narrow lanes of Pineham and Guston, then home. Where there was the usual feline welcoming committee waiting.
I feed the mogs, then make a coffee. And sit on the sofa, not having unloaded the car. Jools got fish and chip on the way home from work, I buttered some bread for chip butties, made brews, so when she arrived home, we just plated the food up, and went to eat.
We walked lots about what had happened, of course, and the details of next week. A hire car was ordered, and so all seems set for next week. I had called my boss during the day too to keep her informed, and that come 28th October I would be able to do some work, then after the two lots of training courses, back to work as normal from the 18th November, with almost all been having done.
So, I had sorted out just about everything in three days. Not a bad job, but I was drained, more tired than I had ever felt before. We listened to Marc Riley, then went to bed at nine.
-- A street congested with traffic as refugees flee in automobiles to Saigon near the end of the Vietnam War, South Vietnam. --- Image by © Nik Wheeler/CORBIS
City of London police on mountain bikes for rapid movement through congested streets.. . ..© David Hoffman.david@hoffmanphotos.com
Something like this is just the job for getting around an old town with its narrow congested streets and limited(and costly) parking.
This pic of Shun was taken before he got ill...
It breaks my heart to see his wonderful eyes so wet and injured...
Well, let's post the news today:
Girls situation: each day better. Black is teh only one that is still congested and sneezing, but I'm not very worried about her cause she is very active and eating a lot!
Toji: He's got so much better! He is still congested and sneezing, but goes to the windows, scratch the couch and looks so much better
Goku: a little improvment. He still sneezes a lot, nd is congested too, but looks better and happier.
Shun: poor little guy... wet eyes, and now he got congested and sneezing a lot too...
But I'm confident all of this is a bad phase. Thanks a lot for your prayers.
Giane
Title:
Siena Park Residences Parañaque City condo for sale
Description:
WHY RENT IF YOU CAN OWN?
website:
Siena Park Residences, a medium-density condominium village, sets the perfect dwelling for young growing families who aspire for an upgraded lifestyle away from the congested city highways yet providing easy access to these main roads that lead to business districts and places of work.
PROJECT OVERVIEW
Location: West Service Rd., Brgy. Sun Valley, Bicutan, Parañaque City
Land Area : 3.1 Hectares
Theme : Modern Contemporary
Project Type : MID_RISE (11)
Price Range : PHP 2.3-4.6M
RFO Date : RFO
OUTDOOR AMENITIES
Basketball Court
Cabanas
Clubhouse
Waterplay
Kiddie Pool
Lounge Pool
Pool Deck
INDOOR AMENITIES
Game Room
Entertainment Room
Convenience Store
Fitness Gym
Launge Area
Meeting Room
Audio Visual Room
Multi Function Hall
Function Hall
Laundry and Pick up Station
Water Refilling Station
Siena Park Residences - Location
Bicutan - Paranaque
The property is located along West Service Road, Brgy. Sun Valley, Bicutan, Parañaque City.
HOW TO GET THERE
From EDSA:
Take EDSA hi-way south bound route, upon reaching Magallanes Interchange flyover, follow lane going to Nichols/SLEX. Drive straight and exit at the Merville tollgate / West Service Road. Drive straight towards Bicutan, Siena Park Residences gate is beside Toyota Bicutan Showroom.
From C5:
Take C5 south bound route, climb C5 flyover going to SLEX southbound, then Exit to Bicutan, detour at SM Bicutan going to West Service road north bound, drive few meters turn left upon reaching Toyota Bicutan Showroom.
AREA DISTANCES
Schools and Universities
NameDistance (in Km)Estimated Travel Time
Don Bosco (Makati)
Assumption San Lorenzo (Makati)
Colegio San Agustin (Makati)
International School (Taguig)
British School Manila (Taguig)
St. James Parañaque (Paranaque)
San Beda College (Muntinlupa)
De La Salle Santiago-Zobel (Muntinlupa)
St. Scholastica’s College (Manila)
De La Salle University (Manila)
College of St. Benilde (Manila)
Hospitals
Name
St. Lukes Hospital (Taguig)
Paranaque Doctors Hospital
Asian Hospital (Muntinlupa)
Business District
Name
Makati CBD
Alabang/Filinvest/Muntinlupa CBD
Ortigas CBD
Airport
Name
Domestic Airport
NAIA 1
NAIA 2
NAIA 3
Public Market
Name
Bicutan Wet Market
Sport Center
Name
SM Bicutan
Robinsons Supermarket
Glorieta Makati8.40
Greenbelt Makati
Shopwise Sucat Paranaque
Alabang Town Center
Festival Mall Alabang
Churches
Name
Holy Family Chapel
Mary Help of Christian Church
Our Lady of Miraculous Medal Church
Very affordable condominium
Very few units left!
Hurry! Reserve now!
Note: Walk-In Clients will not Accommodate!
Just Set an Appointment,
Thank you.
For showroom assistance and reservation please contact:
Ryan Hicaiji - 0927_68_33_271
website:
The third dawn in Mum's house, and almost certainly, the last one i would see from the windows of her house.
The family house.
I decided to sleep with just the camber-wick bedspread on, get under that, and all was good until I got under it, and dropped it on my resting body, and a cloud of dust rose picked out in the light beams of the bedside lamp.
You might recall I am certainly allergic to house dust.
So, I took two emergency squirts of nasal spray, and did get four hours sleep, but woke at three, wide awake and congested.
That was it for sleep.
So, I lay there for a while, then got the computer out, dod some stuff, listened to some radio, so the night faded and dawn came.
I forgot the house clearers were due to return to do the garage, but Sheila (the cleaner) was due to come round before nine to collect a key. But with a stack of things to do in town, I was worried there wouldn't be enough time.
So, I loaded the car with the collection of stuff I saved from the house, then sat on the wall until nine, and when no one had come, I locked the house and left.
Once in town, first call was a key cutter to provide a spare set for the solicitor, for when the time comes to sell the house. I then go tot he post office to get a mail redirection form.
Both tasks had taken less than ten minutes, not having enough time was no longer a problem.
I go to Starbucks for breakfast, have a panini and a huge flavoured latte with an extra shot. I sit at a table in the winodw, so I could look out on the street to see if I saw anyone I knew.
I didn't.
And in the three days, I saw no one else other than those I called round to tell about Mum's passing. You would hardly believe I spent the first 25 years in the town.
At ten I went to the funeral directors to finalise the details of Mum's cremation, and fix a date.
We always assumed that it would be well into November. But they felt keeping Mum hanging around for six weeks might not be kind to her, so we agreed a very short time frame, with her cremation at Gorleston on 11th October at ten in the morning. Meaning, we leave from here on Thursday evening, drive to a hotel in East Anglia,. Spend the night there, before driving up in the morning, then driving to London to drop the car off and going to the UJC to spend another night, then on Saturday, travel to Heathrow to catch the plane to Chicago.
Wow.
Meaning we won't be thinking about the funeral when we're away, but the healing process will already have started.
A wise move in the end.
But it is going to be tight.
Once I had chosen the hymn and details, I was asked about the walk out music: both my parents loved Billy Fury, so I said Halfway to Paradise.
And just thinking of it, I began to cry. The first tears since Mum had passed.
Where did that come from?
The lady said that it happens with the emitional connection with music.
That completed, I walk back to the Journal office to put in a new notice for the funeral, but the lady on the desk, about to be fired, simply ammended the previous notice to show the funeral details, so saving me £36.
Take that penpushers!
And I was done.
I could go home.
So I walk down the High Street for the last time, past the charity shops and empty stores.
I get in the car, turn the key and move off, driving into traffic inching over the bascule bridge, then down the spine road t join the A12, and head south.
The sun was shining, it wasn't quite warm enough to have a window open, but my mood lightened, even though I was beyond tired.
Traffic was very light, so the drive to Whickham Market where the good roads start, then cruise round Ipswich, down to Colchester, Chelmsford and to the M25.
All in two hours.
Over the bridge and back into Kent.
My plan was to visit Jen, but the A2 was blocked at Canterbury. So I go down Bluebell Hill, to the other motorway, then cruise down there, pas the usual familiar route markers to Folkestone.
Jen was there with John, and it was good just to talk to people, have a relaxing brew and unwind.
At four I drove home through the narrow lanes of Pineham and Guston, then home. Where there was the usual feline welcoming committee waiting.
I feed the mogs, then make a coffee. And sit on the sofa, not having unloaded the car. Jools got fish and chip on the way home from work, I buttered some bread for chip butties, made brews, so when she arrived home, we just plated the food up, and went to eat.
We walked lots about what had happened, of course, and the details of next week. A hire car was ordered, and so all seems set for next week. I had called my boss during the day too to keep her informed, and that come 28th October I would be able to do some work, then after the two lots of training courses, back to work as normal from the 18th November, with almost all been having done.
So, I had sorted out just about everything in three days. Not a bad job, but I was drained, more tired than I had ever felt before. We listened to Marc Riley, then went to bed at nine.
It is the undisputed king of the Brooklyn skyline, the most populous borough's only widely recognized piece of architecture that is not a roller coaster. . . . [It] casts its shadow over the congested crossroads of Flatbush and Atlantic Avenues, towering a good 400 feet over almost everything in the vicinity and visible from the Jersey Shore.
Andy Newman of the NY Times wrote those words back in 2002, when the 512-foot Williamsburgh Savings Bank Tower was still the tallest building in Brooklyn. Things have changed dramatically since then.
The stylistically incongruous dome that sits atop the 1929 tower, intended as a visual reference to the bank's previous headquarters, was hated by the building's architects but insisted upon by the bank. Over the years, the dome has found its way into the hearts of Brooklyn residents proud that their borough is home to "New York's most exuberant phallic symbol" (Street View), lovingly dubbed "the Willie".
From the same Times article quoted above:
For the 16,000-odd customers of the branch, the basilicalike banking hall remains a pretty awe-inspiring place to fill out a deposit slip. From a 63-foot-high vaulted gold-leaf ceiling mosaic of zodiac figures and other celestial ephemera to the intricate wrought-iron biblical-looking men and women that serve as the legs of an inch-thick green glass counter illuminated by lamps hanging from stylized metal camel faces, the place dazzles.
But the building was more than just a bank. It also evolved into an unlikely hub of oral health; at the high point, there were "well more than 100 dentists" with offices inside these walls. By 2005, that number was down to 40, and most of those were forced out shortly thereafter, when a development team that included Magic Johnson converted the place into luxury condominiums.
Near the top of the tower, you can see "what was for decades the largest four-faced clock in the world". I'll wrap up this post with the closing paragraphs of the 2002 Times article:
The clocks, after all these years, still have a vexing tendency to run slow sometimes, and not even uniformly. One face can read perfect time while another lingers in the past.
Up in the control room of the clock tower recently, with Brooklyn laid out in dizzying 360-degree splendor just outside the door, the building engineer, William Harris, explained how this happens.
The four clocks run on separate motors, so there is nothing to keep them synchronized. "And sometimes," he said, "when you get a heavy wind, it can spin the hands." The hour hands, nine feet long, weigh almost 300 pounds. The minute hands are nearly twice that size. The wind is stronger. The strongest winds, Mr. Harris said, blow on the east and south sides, so those clocks have the most trouble.
As he spoke these words, at 4:16 p.m., the east clock, facing Fort Greene, read 3:58. Mr. Harris grabbed a large crank and wound the hands forward 18 minutes, undoubtedly puzzling anyone who happened to be looking up.
"That should do it," he said.
Savasana, or the Corpse Pose, is the favorite of many aging Yoga devotees.
It's very restful.
In yoga parlance:
Energized means Exhausted
Congested means Arthritic
To be honest, though, the Yoga vocabulary is very encouraging.
The Orioles, with Diz Russell at the mic, in 2015. (Sarah L. Voisin/The Washington Post)
By Terence McArdleNovember 23, 2016
Albert “Diz” Russell, a baritone lead singer with two influential doo-wop groups, the Regals and the Orioles, died Nov. 16 at a hospital in Cheverly, Md. He was 83.
Mr. Russell gave his last public performance in February at Mr. Henry’s in Washington after being diagnosed with dementia. His wife, Millie Russell, said the immediate cause of death was congestive heart failure.
The Regals recorded the rollicking “Got the Water Boiling” — with its memorable couplet, “I’ve got your water boiling, baby / I’m gonna cook your goose” — for Atlantic Records in 1954.
The record was a strong seller in regional markets, including Washington. But its melody and catchy rhythms became the basis for a more popular recording the following year, “Speedoo,” by a rival vocal group, the Cadillacs. Millie Russell said that in later decades, she was able to claim royalties from “Speedoo,” a signature doo-wop hit and oldies radio staple, on Mr. Russell’s behalf.
Baltimore doo-wop singer Sonny Til hired the Regals in 1955 to replace his original backup group, the Orioles, which had quit in a financial dispute. Mr. Russell left Til in 1960 to focus on other employment — he owned book and record stores as well as optometry shops in Washington — but rejoined the Orioles in 1978.
After Til died in 1981, Mr. Russell took over as lead singer and frequently rearranged Til’s best-known repertoire — including “It’s Too Soon to Know” and “Crying in the Chapel” — to suit his baritone over Til’s tenor range. The group was also rebranded as the Legendary Orioles and appeared on the oldies circuit.
“People said to me, ‘Why let it die?,’ ” Mr. Russell told The Washington Post in 2002. “So I didn’t let it. We’re like General Motors. The car doesn’t stop because all the executives are dead.”
Albert Russell was born in Nashville on Nov. 3, 1933, and grew up in Cleveland. He played trumpet in high school and was nicknamed after his horn-playing musical idol, Dizzy Gillespie.
Mr. Russell also sang in a vocal group that rehearsed at the local YMCA. Jazz saxophonist James Moody overheard them and encouraged them to take their act on the road.
After several personnel and name changes, the group went to New York. “We drove there in a 1946 Buick convertible with the top all torn, and right as we drove into New York City, that car just collapsed,” Mr. Russell told The Post.
In Mr. Russell’s telling, they walked into Duke Ellington’s office in the Brill Building and auditioned with the bandleader himself. Ellington got the 4 Jays — as they were then called — a job at a nightclub. When the group took on a fifth singer, the members rechristened themselves the Regals.
In 1954, Bobby Schiffman, whose family owned the Apollo and several other theaters in black neighborhoods, signed on as their manager, and they recorded for Aladdin and Atlantic Records.
Schiffman loved their sound, but, feeling that they lacked stage presence, hired Cholly Atkins of the dance team Coles and Atkins to choreograph them. (Atkins later created stage routines for the Temptations.)
Survivors include his wife of 60 years, Millie Chambliss Russell, and their son, Christopher Russell, both of Washington; two sisters; two grandchildren; and a great-grandchild.
“We play 40 years of music in 40 minutes in our show,” Mr. Russell once said.
He added, “That’s what we’re about — we try to satisfy everybody.”
It is the undisputed king of the Brooklyn skyline, the most populous borough's only widely recognized piece of architecture that is not a roller coaster. . . . [It] casts its shadow over the congested crossroads of Flatbush and Atlantic Avenues, towering a good 400 feet over almost everything in the vicinity and visible from the Jersey Shore.
Andy Newman of the NY Times wrote those words back in 2002, when the 512-foot Williamsburgh Savings Bank Tower was still the tallest building in Brooklyn. Things have changed dramatically since then.
The stylistically incongruous dome that sits atop the 1929 tower, intended as a visual reference to the bank's previous headquarters, was hated by the building's architects but insisted upon by the bank. Over the years, the dome has found its way into the hearts of Brooklyn residents proud that their borough is home to "New York's most exuberant phallic symbol" (Street View), lovingly dubbed "the Willie".
From the same Times article quoted above:
For the 16,000-odd customers of the branch, the basilicalike banking hall remains a pretty awe-inspiring place to fill out a deposit slip. From a 63-foot-high vaulted gold-leaf ceiling mosaic of zodiac figures and other celestial ephemera to the intricate wrought-iron biblical-looking men and women that serve as the legs of an inch-thick green glass counter illuminated by lamps hanging from stylized metal camel faces, the place dazzles.
But the building was more than just a bank. It also evolved into an unlikely hub of oral health; at the high point, there were "well more than 100 dentists" with offices inside these walls. By 2005, that number was down to 40, and most of those were forced out shortly thereafter, when a development team that included Magic Johnson converted the place into luxury condominiums.
Near the top of the tower, you can see "what was for decades the largest four-faced clock in the world". I'll wrap up this post with the closing paragraphs of the 2002 Times article:
The clocks, after all these years, still have a vexing tendency to run slow sometimes, and not even uniformly. One face can read perfect time while another lingers in the past.
Up in the control room of the clock tower recently, with Brooklyn laid out in dizzying 360-degree splendor just outside the door, the building engineer, William Harris, explained how this happens.
The four clocks run on separate motors, so there is nothing to keep them synchronized. "And sometimes," he said, "when you get a heavy wind, it can spin the hands." The hour hands, nine feet long, weigh almost 300 pounds. The minute hands are nearly twice that size. The wind is stronger. The strongest winds, Mr. Harris said, blow on the east and south sides, so those clocks have the most trouble.
As he spoke these words, at 4:16 p.m., the east clock, facing Fort Greene, read 3:58. Mr. Harris grabbed a large crank and wound the hands forward 18 minutes, undoubtedly puzzling anyone who happened to be looking up.
"That should do it," he said.
The third dawn in Mum's house, and almost certainly, the last one i would see from the windows of her house.
The family house.
I decided to sleep with just the camber-wick bedspread on, get under that, and all was good until I got under it, and dropped it on my resting body, and a cloud of dust rose picked out in the light beams of the bedside lamp.
You might recall I am certainly allergic to house dust.
So, I took two emergency squirts of nasal spray, and did get four hours sleep, but woke at three, wide awake and congested.
That was it for sleep.
So, I lay there for a while, then got the computer out, dod some stuff, listened to some radio, so the night faded and dawn came.
I forgot the house clearers were due to return to do the garage, but Sheila (the cleaner) was due to come round before nine to collect a key. But with a stack of things to do in town, I was worried there wouldn't be enough time.
So, I loaded the car with the collection of stuff I saved from the house, then sat on the wall until nine, and when no one had come, I locked the house and left.
Once in town, first call was a key cutter to provide a spare set for the solicitor, for when the time comes to sell the house. I then go tot he post office to get a mail redirection form.
Both tasks had taken less than ten minutes, not having enough time was no longer a problem.
I go to Starbucks for breakfast, have a panini and a huge flavoured latte with an extra shot. I sit at a table in the winodw, so I could look out on the street to see if I saw anyone I knew.
I didn't.
And in the three days, I saw no one else other than those I called round to tell about Mum's passing. You would hardly believe I spent the first 25 years in the town.
At ten I went to the funeral directors to finalise the details of Mum's cremation, and fix a date.
We always assumed that it would be well into November. But they felt keeping Mum hanging around for six weeks might not be kind to her, so we agreed a very short time frame, with her cremation at Gorleston on 11th October at ten in the morning. Meaning, we leave from here on Thursday evening, drive to a hotel in East Anglia,. Spend the night there, before driving up in the morning, then driving to London to drop the car off and going to the UJC to spend another night, then on Saturday, travel to Heathrow to catch the plane to Chicago.
Wow.
Meaning we won't be thinking about the funeral when we're away, but the healing process will already have started.
A wise move in the end.
But it is going to be tight.
Once I had chosen the hymn and details, I was asked about the walk out music: both my parents loved Billy Fury, so I said Halfway to Paradise.
And just thinking of it, I began to cry. The first tears since Mum had passed.
Where did that come from?
The lady said that it happens with the emitional connection with music.
That completed, I walk back to the Journal office to put in a new notice for the funeral, but the lady on the desk, about to be fired, simply ammended the previous notice to show the funeral details, so saving me £36.
Take that penpushers!
And I was done.
I could go home.
So I walk down the High Street for the last time, past the charity shops and empty stores.
I get in the car, turn the key and move off, driving into traffic inching over the bascule bridge, then down the spine road t join the A12, and head south.
The sun was shining, it wasn't quite warm enough to have a window open, but my mood lightened, even though I was beyond tired.
Traffic was very light, so the drive to Whickham Market where the good roads start, then cruise round Ipswich, down to Colchester, Chelmsford and to the M25.
All in two hours.
Over the bridge and back into Kent.
My plan was to visit Jen, but the A2 was blocked at Canterbury. So I go down Bluebell Hill, to the other motorway, then cruise down there, pas the usual familiar route markers to Folkestone.
Jen was there with John, and it was good just to talk to people, have a relaxing brew and unwind.
At four I drove home through the narrow lanes of Pineham and Guston, then home. Where there was the usual feline welcoming committee waiting.
I feed the mogs, then make a coffee. And sit on the sofa, not having unloaded the car. Jools got fish and chip on the way home from work, I buttered some bread for chip butties, made brews, so when she arrived home, we just plated the food up, and went to eat.
We walked lots about what had happened, of course, and the details of next week. A hire car was ordered, and so all seems set for next week. I had called my boss during the day too to keep her informed, and that come 28th October I would be able to do some work, then after the two lots of training courses, back to work as normal from the 18th November, with almost all been having done.
So, I had sorted out just about everything in three days. Not a bad job, but I was drained, more tired than I had ever felt before. We listened to Marc Riley, then went to bed at nine.
On our last day in Kalukembe, we made our rounds through the hospital once more. We arrived in the intensive care unit to find a 19 year old woman suffering terribly with ecclampsia. To make matters worse, she was extermely tachycardic at 140 beats per minute, and she semed to be experiencing congestive heart failure as well. Dr. Bently-Taylor adjusted her medication and began some treatment measures. We returned later that afternoon to check up on her before taking off for Cavango. Unfortunately we found that her condition had not improved. Now there was some speculation as to whether or not her ecclampsia was being complicated by pneumonia or even tuberculosis.
Here, Dr Bently-Taylor considers his options as the young woman lies before him semi-conscious asking for her baby. One of our medical students kindly brings the baby closer.
Finally, it was decided that we would perform an ultrasound and ECG to determine if the root of her complications was in fact cardiac or respiratory in nature. Then a course of treatment could be determined.
LOCATION:
Kalukembe Hospital, Kalukembe, Huila, Angola, Africa
Péage urbain de Londres, institué en 2003. La zone est traversée par un très grand nombre de lignes de bus, en rouge sur la carte
Basal leaves congested, elliptic to ovate or lanceolate, to 10 cm long and 30 mm wide.
Flowering November to December.
Grows in wet crevices and on damp ledges of sandstone cliffs often among mosses, grasses and ferns; chiefly in the Blue Mountains, also on the coast on rocky outcrops north of Sydney.
A congested view of just some of the many Las Vegas hotels. Taken from the rear of the Tropicana Hotel, I was amazed by just how many hotels I could get in one shot!
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© Photo by Mike Meadows
Charles was going to have a rotten tooth out, but abnormal abdominal breathing led to tests to see if he would survive the anaesthetic. Seven hundred bucks later, we established what I kind of knew already, which is that he's a fifteen year old cat approaching his retirement in the sky. (As a buddhist, I think he might come back for another life, though........maybe as a yak in Tibet? :):):)........I really wouldn't be surprised if he made human birth one day either...........).
I figured, if I paid the money and there was nothing else now to be done, the least I could do was share this in the interests of scientific knowledge.
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Congested, noisy and smelly downtowns have found a new urbane way to treat their citizens and visitors - the fused grid network (see Wiki and photostream).
It combines normal all mobility mode streets with pedestrian-only streets that recapture the feeling and the ownership of the public realm. They offer tranquility, a relaxed canter and social space for casual encounters.
At the same time they amplify the opportunity for windowshoping and shopping undisturbed by the unpleasant intrusions of traffic.
Landscaping lures and refreshes peoples senses.
Above: Note how congested with boats the docks are, along the head of the Patchogue River, and the waiting warehouses.
Below, A haul of fresh shellfish, being hauled to shore for sale by the bushel basket.
These depict obviously thriving maritime enterprises in Patchogue.
Located in congested and dirty Chattawalla Gully (Umbrella Makers Lane), this small temple, built in 1905 is virtually obliterated by tall match box office buildings all around.
Bowbazar Street, in the 'Bow Bazar' neighborhood, is an east-west road in central Kolkata (formerly 'Calcutta'), capital of the Indian state of West Bengal. Many commuters use this road to reach the central business district of the city. The easternmost portion of the road is very congested due to the location of a vegetable wholesale market instead of using the bus. The street has since been renamed Bepin Behari Ganguly Street, however, the locality continues to be called Bow Bazar.
Born in Breslau, Germany, John Gutmann (1905-1998) studied to be a painter under Otto Mueller before turning to photography shortly before he emigrated to the United States, where he became known for his vivid images of popular culture. Gutmann brought a foreigner’s view to the streets of California, where he saw with fresh eyes such astonishing (to him) phenomena as multiracial crowds, drive in movies and restaurants, drum majorettes, car parks and golf links, beauty contests, tattoo parlors, street signs and movie marquees. He also took a notable series of New York City in the 1940s. In Germany he worked as a photojournalist for Presse Photo before his arrival in the United States, when he worked as a photojournalist for Pix, Inc. (1936 1963). A professor at San Francisco State University from 1938 to 1973, Gutmann won a Guggenheim fellowship in 1978. His work has been published in major periodicals and is held by such collections as those of the Amon Carter in Fort Worth, San Francisco’s Museum of Modern Art, and the Seagram Collection in New York.
This photograph is displayed at Pier 24 Photography in San Francisco, California. Pier 24, a renovated 1930's warehouse uninhabited for over 30 years, along the "Embarcadero" bayfront is quite possibly the largest space in the world today dedicated to displaying the art of the photograph.
It is the undisputed king of the Brooklyn skyline, the most populous borough's only widely recognized piece of architecture that is not a roller coaster. . . . [It] casts its shadow over the congested crossroads of Flatbush and Atlantic Avenues, towering a good 400 feet over almost everything in the vicinity and visible from the Jersey Shore.
Andy Newman of the NY Times wrote those words back in 2002, when the 512-foot Williamsburgh Savings Bank Tower was still the tallest building in Brooklyn. Things have changed dramatically since then.
The stylistically incongruous dome that sits atop the 1929 tower, intended as a visual reference to the bank's previous headquarters, was hated by the building's architects but insisted upon by the bank. Over the years, the dome has found its way into the hearts of Brooklyn residents proud that their borough is home to "New York's most exuberant phallic symbol" (Street View), lovingly dubbed "the Willie".
From the same Times article quoted above:
For the 16,000-odd customers of the branch, the basilicalike banking hall remains a pretty awe-inspiring place to fill out a deposit slip. From a 63-foot-high vaulted gold-leaf ceiling mosaic of zodiac figures and other celestial ephemera to the intricate wrought-iron biblical-looking men and women that serve as the legs of an inch-thick green glass counter illuminated by lamps hanging from stylized metal camel faces, the place dazzles.
But the building was more than just a bank. It also evolved into an unlikely hub of oral health; at the high point, there were "well more than 100 dentists" with offices inside these walls. By 2005, that number was down to 40, and most of those were forced out shortly thereafter, when a development team that included Magic Johnson converted the place into luxury condominiums.
Near the top of the tower, you can see "what was for decades the largest four-faced clock in the world". I'll wrap up this post with the closing paragraphs of the 2002 Times article:
The clocks, after all these years, still have a vexing tendency to run slow sometimes, and not even uniformly. One face can read perfect time while another lingers in the past.
Up in the control room of the clock tower recently, with Brooklyn laid out in dizzying 360-degree splendor just outside the door, the building engineer, William Harris, explained how this happens.
The four clocks run on separate motors, so there is nothing to keep them synchronized. "And sometimes," he said, "when you get a heavy wind, it can spin the hands." The hour hands, nine feet long, weigh almost 300 pounds. The minute hands are nearly twice that size. The wind is stronger. The strongest winds, Mr. Harris said, blow on the east and south sides, so those clocks have the most trouble.
As he spoke these words, at 4:16 p.m., the east clock, facing Fort Greene, read 3:58. Mr. Harris grabbed a large crank and wound the hands forward 18 minutes, undoubtedly puzzling anyone who happened to be looking up.
"That should do it," he said.
Allie has a sneeze and congested nose. She was given antibiotics. She is now sounding and feeling better.
When Alberta Ellis was told by doctors in December that her kidneys had been damaged by congestive heart failure, she had not imagined how drastically her life would change in the coming year.
She had not imagined she would be tethered to a dialysis machine, having to rush back even from the grocery store to undergo dialysis four times a day – at 8 a.m., noon, 4 p.m. and 8 p.m. She had not imagined that the same machine that kept her alive would take away her freedom.
She had not imagined she would end up with three kidneys in her body, or that one of them would be from her son Eric.
Of the Ellis' three children, Eric is always the first to help out. When he discovered that his mother was having health problems, his first thoughts were to move home and see if the two were compatible for a kidney transplant.
Although he knew the transplants are often much harder on the donor's body, Eric never wavered in his decision. "There was no stopping me," he said, grinning at his mother.
On Feb . 6 , mother and son discovered they were a match.
"I kinda had the feeling we would be," Eric said.
"We matched right from the beginning," his mother replied.
The two went into surgery on July 11. Eric had three holes cut into him for his laparoscopic surgery. Mrs. Ellis left surgery with 56 sutures and a healthy kidney.
When Eric awoke in a hospital room at MCG down the hall from his sleeping mother, he was in a lot of pain, but another sensation overpowered it .
"Emotionally, I felt real good doing it for my mom. Once it was over and I saw my mom, I felt a sense of closeness … a sense of fulfillment."
The two recovered together, which made it easier to sympathize with the weakness and aches. Mrs. Ellis' husband, Edward, cooked the two soup and became their personal nurse.
Although Mrs. Ellis must take 23 pills a day and have check-ups to make sure her body does not reject her son's kidney, she will have the freedom to garden and travel – two activities dialysis took away from her.
Eric and his mother have a bond very few people can claim.
"I know this will change my life. Now I will be able to pick up and go," Mrs. Ellis said. "I'm just glad it's behind us and we can look forward to our life and be healthy."