The lowest of low …

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Last Monday was quite the crazy day. It was President’s day, and since there was no school that day, I was lucky to spend the day with great-granddaughter Lena. We decided to go to Milaca (just 13 miles away) to a store called Milaca Unclaimed Freight. It’s a large store that has a little of most everything – from house goods to toys to tools  to tires to furniture and more. You can usually find me in the aisles for paper crafting supplies – but there are many more treasures to find.

Not long after we arrived, however, I got a phone call from Grandpa (my husband). His voice was frantic. Even though he knew our plans, he asked where we were. Then he said: “You need to come home as soon as possible. It’s bad.” Since he has several heart stents and other medical issues, statements like that make my heart sink. But – it wasn’t about him. He told me that he had received a phone call about our oldest grandson (soon to be 18); the caller – supposedly a police officer – said that our grandson was in jail.The ‘officer’ further explained that our grandson was a passenger in a car that was stopped and found to contain two bags of cocaine. Then the ‘officer’ put a person on the phone who was sobbing and asking for help, saying: “Please don’t tell my Dad.” The ‘officer’ then stated that bail would be $4000. He asked for debit card information; Grandpa explained that I had the card so he would have to wait until I got home. The ‘officer’ said he would call back.

Just a note of explanation here: Grandpa does not hear well; he really couldn’t understand the sobbing person. At that point, he just knew that his grandson might be in trouble. And, just as many other grandparents, he wanted to help his grandson.

Once I got Grandpa to take a breath and calm down, I explained that our grandson was not home. He was with his mother, visiting various colleges who have offered him scholarships. I knew that because I had been messaging with his Dad, our youngest son, earlier that morning. Also, it is very unlikely that he would have anything to do with drugs. While anything is possible, it would be TOTALLY out of character for him.

At that point, Grandpa calmed down. Later he felt a little embarrassed that he didn’t realize that it was a scam call right away. He should not be embarrassed, though. Scammers count on your immediate reaction to protect your grandchildren. This scammer even had the nerve to call back and ask if he had been able to get the $4000. At that point, of course, Grandpa knew it was a scam. He indicated that he had the money and would be bringing it to the jail. The caller said he could just wire transfer the money. When Grandpa responded that he want to pick up his grandson, he knew ‘the jig was up’ and the scammer hung up.

In the meantime, Lena and I finished our shopping and went to check out. The bill came to a little over — $4000!! Not really – the clerk had been a mistake and entered it wrong. There was that $4000 number again!!  Lena looked at me and said: “I think we better go home, Grandma. We are jinxed today.”

Unfortunately, there are many people who think it is okay to prey on grandparents, counting on the fact that they will do whatever they can to protect their grandchildren. They have no concern for how traumatic this can be – especially for grandparents with serious medical issues. These scammers are the lowest of low …  (people who have no moral standards and lack any personal qualities).

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Happy Valentine’s Day …

In honor of Valentine’s Day, please take a few minutes of your time to be kind to someone. It doesn’t need to be a big undertaking … a kind thought, a pray, a smile, any little touch of joy. Even better  … continue your kindness each and every day.

From me, a very special Valentine’s wish to all of you who read my blog. I sincerely appreciate it.


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Not much fun … but …


The last few days have been quite an adventure … but not the fun type of adventure. I’ve been having nose bleeds for the last few weeks. On Sunday I had another – lasting for hours; it just wouldn’t stop. I tried ice packs. Nothing worked. Midafternoon I gave in and went to the emergency room, thinking they could simply cauterize my nose to stop the bleeding. Wrong. Not that simple.

To control the bleeding, they inserted a Rapid Rhino (nose balloon) into my left nostril. Indeed, it felt like a rhino! The device is 4 1/2 inches long – and none of it was sticking out of my nose when they finished!! I’m sure I saw stars – maybe planets, galaxies and more – as the Doctor nonchalantly pushed the device into my nose. But the torture doesn’t end there. A device is attached to the rapid rhino that adds air for pressure against the bleeding area. Adding the air had me seeing those stars again. They also sent the device along with me – to add air should the bleeding continue. And then they sent me home to wait from Sunday to Wednesday afternoon to have the device removed.

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Since I hadn’t eaten all day, we decided to order some hot wings. Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea – but they sure tasted good. Within minutes of finishing eating, however, I started to get dizzy and nauseous. I knew what was coming. I just made it across the room to the reclining loveseat before I passed out. I suspect it was my body’s reaction to the stress of the balloon- not the hot wings.

The nurse and doctor told me that the balloon would be uncomfortable. Well, this gives a whole new meaning to the word uncomfortable. My teeth and eyes were in constant pain; my blood pressure skyrocketed. Regular doses of tylenol were added to dim the discomfort. No sleeping in a bed, either, with that contraption taped to my face. So, I slept in the recliner for three nights.

On Monday, the bleeding started again. More air pressure was added – another one of those ‘seeing stars’ moments. Luckily, that was the last time I needed to add air. For two more days, I lingered between pain, a little relief, and taking naps – something I never typically do during the day.

Finally, Wednesday arrived; time to remove the balloon. As the doctor removed the balloon, I thought my left eye was going to fall out. Another stars moment … or two. The doctor advised that I could not blow my nose for a couple of days. When I mentioned that my nose was full, he simply replied: “Here’s some kleenex; after you blow your nose, I will insert another balloon.” Funny guy (or not) – but point well taken; I did not blow my nose.

After going through this adventure, I am pretty sure I know what can be used if they need to torture people. Relatively simple and quick.

Seriously, however, even though this past few days was not much fun, I realize that I am the lucky one. One of my high school classmates just endured removal of bones that had died from a previous jaw reconstruction (due to cancer). It will take up to 24 months to reconstruct his jaw/face again. The good news – there is no evidence of cancer. In comparison, my three days of pain was miniscule. So, for all the complaining I have done, I realize that I could have it much, much worse.


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