The most beautiful things in the world are not seen nor touched. They are felt with the heart.-- Helen Keller



Welcome!

Welcome! to my little corner of Gods earth.

My intent is to share faith, food, family & friendship. I want to give you a little insight as to what goes on in our daily lives. The different 'seasons' in our farm life and with every change of season brings something new. Feel free to visit often!

Blessings to all,

Laura

Down on the Farm Tabs

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Navigating Medicare and other Yuckiness



One phone call can turn your life completely upside down. That happened on Thursday afternoon. The Thursday before Labor Day weekend. The nursing home left  message AT 4:00 PM, it said 'we received notice from United Healthcare that they will stop paying for your mothers skilled care in 3 days, she will be discharged on Sunday.' WHAT?!?!? Are you kidding me?!?! Oh and the kicker, 'you can't appeal that decision until tomorrow, Friday,' because they haven't sent the nursing home the official letter with mom's case number in it. Their reason for this decision is that they have been getting physical therapy reports and have determined that since mom can walk, she can go home. OK.......and she still has some serious medical issues that need to be addressed and performed by an RN. And since I'm not an RN, how do you propose that we take care of that? Not to mention the cognitive functions that are certainly not consitant or stable. She needs to be in a safe environment. Do they realize she lives alone? I filed the appeal, and as I sit here on the following Wednesday. I still haven't heard of the appeal has been granted. Since we didn't remove her from the nursing home on Sunday and IF we loose the appeal, she will be 'self-pay' for the extra days. Meanwhile, we are making arrangements for getting her home. The nursing home will perform a home assessment on Monday, I've called our local 'lifealert' to start the paperwork and schedule installation. When we get a definite discharge date 'peace meals' will begin delivery. I'm thinking discharge will be next week. A full 2 weeks AFTER the initial phonecall. The system is broken. Thankfully I'm in a position that I can dedicate quite a bit of time, energy and resources. My heart goes out to the families that have jobs, young children and distance to juggle as well. 

Just Breathe
L

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Auto Pilot & Inmates



Well, I think it's been almost a week since my last post. I've been so mixed up with what day it is, time is a blur. I know I'm going to run errands today, as I always do on Thursdays. Not quite sure how I ended up with that particular day of the week, but it seems like it always falls on Thursday. I guess that will straighten me out for this week at least. 
Mom report: it seems like things are looking up (somewhat). Her brain is still foggy. She dreams that she does something, or is somewhere and there is no convincing her otherwise. I guess you need to pick your battles and let  it go. Physically she has gotten back on track. We had a Dr appointment on Monday and it didn't produce the answers we wanted, instead we have another appointment for more testing. 
The 'brother' is still a problem. He just won't go away. He hasn't been back to the nursing home (that I know of) but he has called the facility. Mom has met with the social worker and she has concluded that there is definitely a case for elder abuse and believes it has been going on for a while. He is in her head 24/7. She is crippled to find the joy in her grandkids or great grandkids, her realationships and friendships. His voice, his screaming, demanding voice....his drama and chaos have consumed her completely vet the years. I have also discovered that while in prison, he has served her up as a source for other inmates to tap into her finances and errands. She had been sending money, books and who knows what else to them. They sent her letters that had code names in them and from appearances, other inmates would call her and she would read the letters to them. She had no clue what she was doing. She simply did what she was told. I am suspicious of everything and everybody, mom on the other hand is beyond trusting. She never gives up on anybody and the end result is people taking extreme advantage of her. She has also been doing their legal assistant work by looking up various cases and house bills to see if they could find a loophole somewhere. No wonder she was looney! At last count there were 5 inmates working her, plus her own son! Well, I hate to let all the boys know, but this gravy train is at the end. I have control of her finances and I've shut off the prison phone account. But seriously folks, who does this? What loving son serves their own (elderly) mother up to their inmates? This makes me so sad and angry. 
I'm going to close with a funny conversation between mom and I on our way to the Dr appointment. You have to laugh when you really want to cry, right?
We are well on our way to the Dr appointment and mom says to me
M: did you bring my pampers?
L: yes I brought your Depends, I brought 2
M: will it fit me?
L: yes it will fit you
M: Is it the pull up or the pamper
L: it's the pull up
M: it's not one of the kids is it, because that won't fit me
L: no it's yours and it fits you
M: well, I don't know how you can keep all of your diapers and sizes straight with all the grandkids and now me.

Prayers for healing and peace. 
L

Friday, August 18, 2017

Summing Up The Week



After more than a full week out of the hospital and actively working with physical, occupaional, and speech therapy, I've learned a lot. Most of all, this is going to be a longer road to recovery than what we thought. A brain bleed caused by an 'unknown' source is not easy to stomach. We were told that we were lucky mom was still with us at all. The bleed was a large one. I SO glad the Dr's didn't tell us that until we were out of the hospital and on our way to recovery. I really trying to focused on the positive. After a call from the nursing home telling me that mom was going to be taken by ambulance to the ER on Monday, the week wasn't off to a very good start. During that ER visit, she had blood work, which was good and another CT scan, which also showed more healing had been done since she had been discharged from the hospital. YAY! Tuesday was a really good day. Mom was chatty, ate her meals in the diningroom with the other ladies, and worked really hard with therapy. Maybe we've turned a corner. Wednesday came and things took a step backwards. Maybe she overdid on Tuesday. Nothing to be too concerned about. Thursday, we seemed to be about the same. She went to therapy, ate in the diningroom and we had a really nice visit, topped it off by watching a Hallmark movie together. When late afternoon came so did an unwelcome visitor. Followed by our confrontation in the parking lot. AND mom went backwards. Wouldn't go to the diningroom, complained of a headache and basically went into a shell. Today wasn't the best day either. She went through the motions, participated in therapy, at in the diningroom, but the spark in her eye wasn't there. Toxic people can't even let the sick and elderly recover. They loose their control if their victim starts thinking for themselves. That doesn't fit into their game plan. 

Velcro Aussie




If you've never had an Aussie you will have a hard time comprehending what I'm telling you here. Bogie is the 4th Australian Shepherd to have graced the Mosier Household. And like the rest of the crew he is a Velcro dog. What this means is, he will wait, and wait, and wait for you. No matter how long it takes. He will never leave your side. You will go to the bathroom, with him at your feet. You will take a shower or a bath with him beside the tub. He will sit by your chair for hours. He will be so close to you that if you turn and take a step you will smash his paws. We are a family that is very aware of all the quirks and perks of going through life with our best friends. Bogie is a foster dog. He's 11, his 'mom' gave him up when she moved. Over the course of several months Bogie has bonded with us. We don't think it's fair to him, at his age to be adopted out and put in yet another home, with another family. Besides, we have fallen in love with him. ❤️


Sunday, August 6, 2017

Addiction: A Game The Whole Family Plays Whether They Want To Or Not


As I sit here, by myself, in my mother's hospital room, I can't help but think back on my life....on her life. My mom is the most gentle, supportive person you will ever meet. I have been so blessed to have her as my mom. Hopefully this coming week will be better. Mom became ill on Tuesd ay, on Wednesday she was admitted to the hospital with a brain bleed. Some serious stuff, especially since we couldn't pin it down as to why it happened.
So much of this gracious woman's life she has been a doormat. Verbally abused by my father, then by her youngest son, my brother. Who also happens to be a drug addict and has been all of his adult life. He was out of prison long enough to father a child, who is simply a challenge. My mother tried to raise her grandson, then tried to 'help' raise him when he returned to his mother's care as a young child. It seems the people that treat her the worst are the very ones that need her the most. And here I am.....and where are they? Sitting in a hospital doesn't seem to fit into their party plans. My brother started to panic 5 days into my our mothers illness because he had lost immediate access to her. No one would tell him where she was. Out of common decency I passed along to him that she was recovering and needed peace and quiet. Addicts try everything under the sun to get what they want. They beg, they plead, they get angry, threaten, and they cry. After 30+ years of dealing with his addiction, I can't say I'm immune to it. I hate it when he attacks me, I hate it when he is hurting. I hate it when he embarrasses himself and the family. Living in a small town that happens quite frequently. We are in self-preservation mode now and have been for a while. He has been offered help. The family has begged him to get help, he's been in prison off and on for 17 years. While he is in prison, he runs, he exercise, he looks SO good, has big plans to stay clean, reconcile with his son, be a grandfather. Every time he gets out he makes immediate contact with his dealer, ex-inmates and declares that it is his time to have FUN!
I.AM.DONE. What I have learned throughout this terrible ordeal is that you have to set boundaries.
1) You can not save someone that doesn't want to be saved.
2) You have to involve the entire family, everyone has to be on the same page. Addicts will prey on the weakest link.
3) You are not a bank, and will not support their habit (whatever you give them will never be enough and trust me you can't afford it)
4) You can not be accessible to them all hours of the day and night.
5) You have to demand respect or the interaction is ended. Both in person or on the phone
6) You will not allow the destruction or theft of your property or you will press charges
7) and this is probably the hardest, no family gatherings while they are an addict. This is unacceptable behavior and you will not expose it to the children. Besides, what's the point? They are simply using that opportunity to 'case' their next victim.
8) Take care of yourself and your family (get away, no phones, no wifi)
9) Have a designated time that the addict is not allowed to be the topic of conversation. Trust me, you are THE LAST thing on their mind
10) WALK AWAY, it's hard, but after years and years of addiction, you have to. They may end up in a homeless shelter, under a bridge somewhere, prison or the morgue. But eventually you have to walk away.
If you are a parent of a minor child that is showing signed of addiction, I am begging you to get them help BEFORE they turn 18 and you have no control. DO NOT try to 'love them through it' DO NOT ignore it, sweep it under the rug, because after all, 'what will the neighbors think?' 'what will our friends and the church think'? Trust me they probably knew before you did, and they are already talking about it at the dinner table. If you truly love and want to save your child, Acknowledge it, get control of it, DO SOMETHING while you still can. Believe me, addicts can not fix themselves. Ignoring the problem will not make it go away, it only makes it harder to treat later if ever.
We are currently a family in crisis. We have been for so long I have no idea what it would be like to not have this as part of our every day life. But I do know that I would sure like to find out.
💔

Friday, July 28, 2017

Water Water Everywhere


When you live the life of a farmer, you become a  'jack of all trades'.  A truck breaks down, you become a mechanic, when a cow gets sick, you become a vet, when a hydrants waterline springs a leak........well.....

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

It's Been A Long Time My Friends



Its been a long time since I've written. A lot has happened in our corner of the world. I'm sure eventually you'll all get caught up with the Mosier Farms happenings. Sometimes life throws you a curve. You have to adapt to survive (which I struggle with). We have some wonderful additions to our family. A new daughter-in-law and grand babies. 

Friday, September 27, 2013

Apple Pie Filling (canning) & Apple Crisp


Apple Pie Filling

Filling Per Quart

5 apples
1 c. sugar
1/4 c. corn starch
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp ground nutmeg
1/2 c. water
3/4 c. apple juice or apple cider
2 tablespoon lemon juice

Core, peel and slice apples. Place in boiling water for 1 minute. Set aside and keep hot. Boil remaining ingredients until desired thickness. Barely let it reach a full boil. Fill hot sterilized quart jars alternating apples and syrup until it is almost full. Run a knife down the side to remove air bubbles. Add more apples and syrup. "Process in boiling water bath. Put jars in water bath pan or one that allows you to put water over the jars about 1 inch. Boil for 25 minutes".

Apple Crisp

1 qt apple pie filling
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 c. brown sugar
1/2 c. flour
1/2 c. oats
1/4 c. butter, melted
Pour the pie filling into a 9x9 or 8x8 pan. Mix remaining ingredients well and sprinkle over the top of filling. Bake at 375 for 20-30 minutes until golden.  

**This is not my recipe, I do not know where this recipe originated from.



Friday, March 29, 2013

Golden Dip

Grandma Ford's Golden Dip

8 egg yolks
2/3 c. sugar
1 1/3c. Pineapple Juice

Cook in a Double Boiler until thick (or cook slow in a reg. saucepan). Remove from heat.

Add 32 marshmallows cut in fourths stir until all are melted

Set aside & cool

Mix with a tub of Cool Whip & Chill

This is an excellent topping for Angel Food cake.......add a few strawberries on top.....YUM!!