In and out…

So today mom’s confusion was better – she was pretty thick tongued in the morning, but this evening she sounded clearer. It seems her life these days consists of sleeping and eating.
 
Yesterday some friends of mine helped me pack up all of the remaining little stuff so that the Salvation Army can pick it up on Monday. My one friend Kathy took my mom’s desk and TV last weekend. When she came yesterday, she told me about her daughter Madison and the desk. She said the desk is not in the place in her home where it will eventually be, but no matter, her daughter sat down at the desk, spread out her chemistry homework and started to work on it. Kathy said that it was a great sense of the human spirit living on, and she asked me if it would make mom happy to know that the desk was being used in such a way. I told her that I definitely thought mom would be happy about that – once again the desk is being put to use and once again that desk is supporting the work of someone. And it is supporting the work of a daughter of a friend – that is really nice.
 
Kathy also kept asking me how we could thank my mom for the wonderful things that she is giving people. I told her that to thank her for her things might not be the best idea, especially since all of her things being moved out respresents a very scary thing to her, even though she knows that logically that needs to happen. I told Kathy the best way to thank my mom was to use the things she took in good health and maybe every once in a while, it might be a  reminder of mom – and that would be the best way.
 
My friends were great – they helped me pack, we sat around and talked for a while and it made the whole situation a lot easier to deal with.
 
Everything is done now. All that is left is the Salvation Army pickup on Monday and then next weekend a final clean up of the apartment. I’m not sure how I will handle walking out of the door of that apartment for the last time. My mom so loved it there – it will be very hard. I really do not want to think about that any more right now. Tomorrow I am taking a little time for myself – I will think about that for now.

Confusion

Confusion – a very polite term to describe the effects of drugs on one’s brain or the effects of cancer on one’s brain. We’re not quite sure yet what is causing the confusion.
 
Yesterday mom was quite confused. She started by telling me that something was going on at the care center involving the hispanics and the blacks and that the nurses would not talk to her about it. Boulder County has a growing hispanic population and some people of the hispanic culture do work at the center, but believe me, there are no black people. African Americans are not the dominant culture here, as a matter of fact I believe their numbers are in the less than 1% range – so that tipped me off that what we had was "confusion".
 
When I spoke to the nurse, she affirmed that my mom was confused but she also said that she had a urinary tract infection and that that can be the contributing factor. They asked if I wanted to start her on antibiotics. So, I called Pat the hospice nurse.
 
Pat told me that bacteria in the urinary tract is common, especially in nursing home environments, and that we had treated mom for that before as well. She seemed to think that this could be the onslaught of the cancer spreading to my mother’s brain. We decided to move ahead with the antibiotics and we would have a better idea within a few days if the confusion was caused by the infection or by the cancer.
 
I spoke to mom this morning. She is a little less confusion but still speaking with a very thick sounding tongue. She did say a few things that were off the mark, but most of the conversation was lucid enough. It is so hard to tell what is going on – this is such a nasty condition – it just strings you along and gives you so many highs and lows.
 
Yesterday they moved my mom’s furniture out of the house. It was a relief to see that done, and yet it was one of the hardest things to experience. To see this representation of her life slowly fade into nothing is very difficult. The good thing is that it is so much work that you can lose yourself in the project and forget at time what the project represents. When the movers left, I cried. Some of that furniture was in my family for 50 years, a lot of it was furniture that my mom and dad bought together when they moved to Florida and so in some instances, it represented not only a loss in relation to my mom, but reliving the loss of my dad as well.
 
As I stood in front of the bed they slept in for many years and watched as it was dismantled and taken away, I felt very alone and very sad. I thought of all of the times I visited them in Florida and how that home, for all intents and purposes, was their dream home – their dream life – after living most of their lives in a small ethnic neighborhood on the South Side of Chicago, they finally had the opportunity to experience the American Dream – they had a corner lot , 30 trees, a pool , and a beautiful home filled with all new furniture – most of which was taken away yesterday. The memories attached to those pieces of furniture were endless, the lives that were lived in and around those pieces are now either gone or dwindling and soon they will be in different homes that will never know what they have been a part of or who sat on them, slept on them, cried on them and laughed on them.
 
Life goes on and although in my head I know that is the best – I wish someone would explain that to my heart. I love you mom and dad, and even though the material possesions are going or gone, the important parts of you will live on in me – for as long as I live. I promise you that.

The effects of cancer

Sometimes I fool myself into thinking that my mom is going to get better. Hospice has gotten so good at managing her pain that every once in a while I buy into my mother’s dream of being the "hospice miracle" and leaving the nursing home for a return to an apartment and independent living.
 
But the dream always seems to get interrupted by some dose of reality. Yesterday it was one of the effects of cancer on the body – the thinning of the skin.
 
I remember when Nick’s dad was battling cancer – his skin began to look like wax paper, very thin and very transparent. That is what is happening to my mother’s skin, especially on the legs.
 
She is no longer mobile – the extent of her movement is from the bed to the chair. This lack of activity results in abrasions and sores and with the skin thinning, it seems like any contact that might cause a bump or a bruise on one of us, results in a skin tear for her. That in turn is very difficult to manage because any attempt to put an application on it, a bandage or medical tape results in another tear when you try to take it off.
 
Last night I called her after dinner as I usually do and she was very agitated. She said that she had a lot of cloths around her legs and that the nurses told her that nothing could be done until they talk to the doctor.
 
These days I have to be very careful about what my mother tells me to determine what acutally happened. She does forget and she does get information distorted and sometimes she is as clear as a bell, so it is difficult to discern what I am hearing.
 
I called the nurse because she was so agitated and the nurse confirmed that they were doing some temporary treatment until they could confer with the nurse who specialized in these types of wounds. Well, I found out pretty quickly that in these types of cases I need to call hospice immediately – even if it is on the weekends as they have nurses on call 24/7. I did not do that, but I will know in the future.
 
The other thing that got my mother so agitated was the fact that if she laid very still she was fine, but any movement resulted in a burning sensation in her legs and she did not the fact that her wounds were weepy.
 
First thing this morning I called Pat her hospice nurse and Pat arranged for some special gauze which she thinks will be capable for being removed without resulting in additional skin tears. Pat dressed the wounds and my mom said she had instant relief. Pat also said that if my mom was feeling pain that she should ask for a Vicadin, but when I mentioned that to mom she did not want to do that – I think she fears being overly drugged.
 
Today mom was a little "thick tongued" again as well. Every few days she will have a day when she almost sounds a little drunk – Pat informs me that that is common in cancer patients – a common side affect of the drugs.
 
So although mom has been breezing along, after I spoke to her last night and this morning, I was made aware again that this is not going to go away and that there is more to come.
 
I was so concerned about her that I made a trip out to see her at lunch time and that was after Pat had dressed her wounds and she was better and obviously more comfortable. But, she slept a lot today – more than usual – again another by-product of her condition but one that had not manifested itself frequently in recent weeks.
 
I’ve always loved roller coasters – but this ride is certainly not for the weak, and certainly one that I do not want to take too often. Just a few simple things change and the thoughts get darker and the eyes get watery and the brain goes to a place that is dark and sad. I think this type of exit from the world is perhaps the cruelest because you get yanked and pulled from happy to sad, from euphoria to despair and it all seems to happen as a matter of course for the disease.

It’s been a week – wow!

It’s been a almost a week since I wrote something. That seems hard to believe. But the great thing is that I was able to be at work for an entire week – that felt really good.
 
I still have a lot to handle before the end of the month. I finally got all of the paperwork done (or I think I did – it will be interesting to hear what the insurance company says) for my mom’s long term care insurance. The problem was getting all of the necessary documentation for the home health care she received after her congestive heart failure diagnosis. Orginally I was told my the insurance company that all I needed to provide was the itemized bill that they sent to medicare. Then I was told I had to fill out a bunch of other forms plus provide the caregiver notes from her home health care. My mother received home health services from a nurse, a physical therapist and a home health care aide, and each one did notes every time they came. The entire package of notes was 137 pages long. I really don’t understand why the insurance company needs that when I had a signed diagnosis form from the doctor. But needless to say, once I had accumlated the piles of papers, it was not longer possible to fax all of the information, so I had to go to the post office and send it Express Mail. I wanted to make sure it got there the next day.
 
That was on Wednesday. When I called the insurance company today (they should have received the information by noon yesterday), it still was not logged into their system. Once that occurs, I was told that it would take a minimum of two weeks for the information to be analyzed to determine where she is in her elimination period and when her benefit payouts could begin.
 
So, it is hurry up and wait. I am planning on calling again on Monday to make sure the information is in their system.
 
The next hurdle is closing down the apartment. When I spoke to the estate manager yesterday to inquire about what I needed to do to help with the sale next Saturday, she suggested that we not do the sale (she had unexpected out-of-town guests) we skip the sale, that she would arrange to pick up all of the furniture either Thursday or Friday of next week and that I be responsible for getting rid of all of the "smalls" as she calls them (dishes, pots and pans, nic-nacs, etc.) I thought that was great – I really wasn’t looking forward to hanging around while we held a flea market sale of my mom’s stuff – so that will work out for the better.
 
So barring any unforseen circumstances I will have the furniture out of the apartment by the 25th and then Salvation Army is scheduled to come on the 28th for all of the rest. Then all I have to do is some light picking up and we can move on.
 
It felt so good to be at work again – and to be there for a whole week. Next week I will need to take off a couple of days as I need to finalize the move. Then it will be only a few follow up doctors appointments with Nick until mid-September and then (hopefully) a breather.
 
It definitely feels better than it did the second week in June when this all hit the fan, but it has changed me. I’ll get into that more later. For right now, just pray that things happen as planned through the end of the month.

Seeing the Cubbies!

Today  I did something for myself. A colleague of mine who I worked with at the Chicago Park District and who is now the Director of Parks and Recreation in Denver had asked me quite a while back if I wanted to go to the Cubs/Rockies game today. I had it on my calendar for a few months now and never took it off.
 
This week when I got an email from her asking if I was still planning on going, I decided to go. It was so great to get out of the house and do something for myself – the day was perfect and the Cubs even won the ballgame.
 
Mom was very supportive when I told her that I was thinking about going. She encouraged me to go, saying that I had been through so much lately that I deserved to go. I was so grateful for her support. I remember when she was taking care of dad and I encouraged her not to go see him 7 days a week – that she should take a couple of days for herself. I remember talking to her on the phone and the guilt she felt because she was actually looking forward to those days and feeling like she shouldn’t be feeling that way.
 
I think I felt a little that way too, but she, having gone through what I am going through, was very supportive and made me feel so much better about taking the time for myself. Anyway, it was a great day, I had a great time and it was so nice to do something like this.
 
Sometimes I wonder what it is going to be for folks 5-10 years down the road when the baby boomers are all in this boat and the next generartion of caregivers will be faced with similar situations. I do hope we get better at taking care of the older adults and that we figure out a better way to do it with with grace and decency for both the person who needs the care and the caregivers. There has got to be a better answer than what we do now. But, what it is, I do not know.

Celebrity photos

As I go through the mounds of pictures that my mom saved, I am scanning some of the more interesting ones. My dad took a lot of pictures when he was in the army in California – and some I will publish later. You should see some of the pictures of downtown Los Angeles – it looks like a movie set now and it is hard to imagine that LA ever looked like that.
 
It seems like he was there for some sort of USO show – I’ve included pictures he took of Lucille Ball, Marlena Dietrich and Linda Darnell. Desi Arnaz was there at the time, but he did not get a close up of him.
 
Also I’ve include a picture that is the hallmark of anyone who ever lived on the south side of Chicago – see if you can guess which one I mean. And of course, there are some more pictures of my dad when he was in the service. Most of the pictures have explanations on the back – and it seems like he took the pictures and sent them to my mother becuase the explanations appear to be addressed to her. He talks about his buddies and one buddy who subbed for him in the kicthen one Sunday so that he could go to Mass and another who convinced the battlion chief to give him a furlough so that he could go and visit mom.
 
It was very interesting to see. I’ve just included a few because I am beat after another day of moving stuff out of my mother’s apartment – this time the storage cabinet in the garage. I hope you enjoy them and I promise there will be more later.

Moving along

I haven’t written anything for the past couple of days because things have just been moving along at their usual crazy pace. This morning we were greeted with our garage door not opening and neither one of us has the strength to get it open manually and it seems like all of our neighbors are out and about.
 
Hopefully, once I get my car out of the garage, I will be able to get over to my mom’s and clean out her storage locker and pay her a visit. If it isn’t one thing, it is another.
 
More later…

The private room

Today my journeys took me from Erie to Arvada to Longmont to Boulder. Just another typical day in the life of the Director of Parks and Recreation.
 
This morning I conducted my final meeting as the chair of the Directors Section for the Colorado Parks and Recreation Association. The meeting was held at a huge recreation complex in Arvada. During the meeting my cell phone went off. It was the Peaks Nursing Facility, the facility where my mom is a resident.
 
They called to inform me that they were going to move my mother out of her private room.
 
Let me provide a little context on this. When my mom was admitted to the nursing facility she shared a room. When we got there, I asked if it were possible to get her a private room, because that is what she wanted. When I met with the marketing manager and the center manager they told me that private rooms were normally offered to medicare patients and more specifically patients that had a short rehabilitation time or a short time to live.
 
My mother was on medicare and her prognosis is 2-6 months. They got her into a private room pretty quickly. I was very concerned after a couple of weeks about how her medication was being handled by the nursing facility. I decided to call in hospice (and I am glad I did – my mom has been pretty lucid and they got her off a lot of medications)  which really opened up a can of worms. You see, once you call in hospice, then hospice is in charge of her medical care and hospice receives the medicare reimbursement for her medical expenses, not the nursing home. The nursing home can charge a facilty charge, but they miss out on the medicare medical reimbursements. So, for all intents and purposes, they are making less money.
 
When I switched to hopsice, the marketing manager told me that it might be difficult to keep my mom in a private room. She again reiterated that private rooms were normally used for rehabilitation purposes and for shorter term care. I again restated my mothers prognosis and she and the center manager said, "You know what Jan, don’t worry about it for now."
 
So when I got the call today, I was furious. It’s not that I had forgotten that they had spoken to me about their policy. But there were a couple of distinct things that really rubbed me the wrong way.
 
First of all, they made it sound on the phone to me that they were going to move mom and do it now. I got pretty upset and I said, first of all why wasn’t I given more advanced warning about this so that if indeed we had to move her, I could be the one to prepare for this so that the move would not be as stressful At this point, my mom had no idea if I knew what was going on, and I am sure because she did not know if I was aware of the situation, that made her stressed and upset.
 
Secondly at the beginning of this month the nursing home presented me with a bill – not just for the month of July but they told me their policy was to bill a month in advance. I paid the bill – and I was billed for a private room for the month of August.
 
Thirdly, I got hot because it just reeked of "we can get more money for this room if we give it to someone that we can bill medicare for" even though we are paying their charges and paying on time.
 
I told the staffer who called me this morning that this move was not acceptable to me – that I wanted to speak to meet with the head administrator, and that if they moved my mother I would work quickly to move her out of that facility.
 
The staffer told me that she would have the administrator call me back. I told her that I did not want a phone call from the administrator but that someone should contact me to set up an appointment to meet with him/her.
 
When I hung up the phone, I ran back into the meeting I was chairing to make sure that things were moving along. Then I left the room again and called the marketing manager (Jean). Jean is the person that I wrote about that I had a great conversation with about nursing facilities, what they should be and what the future of these facilties will be with the baby boomers aging.
 
I told Jean that I was very upset and I reiterated to her that I would move my mother out of there if they took her out of her private room. Jean told me she was sorry I found out the way that I did, and asked if she could call me back in 20 minutes. I said ok.
 
After my meeting ended I drove from Arvada to Longmont to pick up the paperwork that my mom’s primary care physician filled out to submit to her insurance company to begin the process of getting her long term nursing benefits. Since mom’s nursing facility is only a block away from that office, I stopped in briefly to see if they were starting the process of moving my mom. My mom told me that she had not heard anything and did not know if anything was going to happen. I told her that Jean said she was going to call me back in 20 minutes (and that was 2 1/2 hours ago). I had to leave her to go to her old apartment as the estate manager was holding an open house for the residents of her building to see my mom’s stuff and see if they had any interest in purchasing anything. I left the nursing facility, stopped by my mom’s apartment and made sure everything was ready to start and then I started my journey back to Boulder to meet with the City Manager’s office before being interviewed by Channel 2 regarding the prairie dog situation that I wrote about yesterday.
 
As I was driving into Boulder I got a call from Jean. She apologized for making me upset. I felt it was important for Jean to know that I did remember our conversation regarding the potential  issues with a private room, and I also wanted her to know that my fuss did not negate all of the good things that I felt the center had done for my mother (which there are many good things). But, I told her that this felt like a money making ploy to me – a way to get more medicare dollars. I reiterated to her that I paid for a private room for the entire month of August, and I also reminded her of the conversation we had about what the mission and purpose of these types of facilties should be.
 
I told her that I was sorry that my mother hadn’t died as quickly as some might have thought – but I also asked her if she ever thought that maybe the reason my mother was doing as well as she was is because she is living in the type of space that makes her feel comfortable and secure, and
 that in turn has helped her to maintain the positive attitude that she has and consequently that has made her stronger and given her more quality of life, and more life period.
 
Jean told me that I should keep advocating for my mom the way that I am and that I am doing exactly the right thing. She told me that because I said what I said to the staffer and her and because of my reaction to this, that she was able to advocate for some things. She said that what she did was reevaluate the overall room assignments in the center. She made some changes to some living arrangements and after those changes were made – surprise, surprise, there was not a suitable place to move my mother. So, at this point, there is no suitable place to move my mom – so she stays put.
 
Jean suggested that I meet with the administrator and tell him/her exactly what I told her – because she believes that nursing homes are about care and quality of life. She also says that we are paying our bills, on time – my mom is one of only 3 residents there that has nursing home insurance, and so what’s the problem.
 
She also says that everyone just loves my mom and that she is so easy to take care of – and she led me to believe that my advocacy gives her more power to help us. I told Jean that I would continue to fight for my mother. I told her that I am powerless to do anything about her cancer – what will be, will be – but I am not powerless to try to give my mother what she needs in order to give her the best possible quality of life for the life she has remaining. That I can do – it is the only gift I have left to give – and I will do that. I began to cry, and Jean began to cry too.
 
So then I arrived in  Boulder to talk to the City Manager about our strategy to deal with prairie dogs and then I was interviewed by Channel 2 news. That way my day, how was yours?

Prairie dogs

Oh, yes – today was back to "normalcy". At work for the second day in a row, dealing with matters of extreme importance and urgency – truly making a difference in the lives of people. So what was the major area of focus for me when I got back – yep, you guessed it, prairie dogs.
 
First let me start out by saying that prairie dogs are the cutest things you’d ever want to see. And let me also say that there is a real reason why I live out here in Colorado – I love and respect animals both of the domesticated kind and wildlife.
 
Prairie dogs cause a lot of controversy in Colorado, especially in Boulder as Boulder has really pushed the edge of the envelope in terms of wildlife protection. Some might argue that Boulder has gone overboard, while others will say that Boulder is setting the standard. That argument is not for this blog. What I am really referring to is perspective, more specifically mine.
 
To make a long story short, p-dogs are migrating to urban park lands in Boulder and that is causing us to be in situations that raise a very heated community debate. The issue this time is prairie dogs encroaching on land at the Boulder Reservoir, (more specifically an unpaved parking lot area) and that is land that my department manages.
 
I got a call from a local reporter today who wanted information on the situation and the local newspaper even came out to take pictures of the temporary barrier we constructed to prevent additional encroachment. It will probably be in the newspaper tomorrow and it will probably be on the front page – prarie dogs or recreation – will the prairie dogs prevent event parking that is helping the Boulder economy?
 
Is this a controversial issue – you bet. But it’s funny. I came back to work, heard this was the problem going on, and immediately I thought – how am I going to react to this – how does this compare to everything else that is going on in my life right now.
 
Many people have said to me during the course of all that has happened over the last 6-8 weeks that things happen for a reason and that some good will come out of it all. Well, I think I see part of some of the good. Where before I probably would have gotten emotionally charged about all of this, I am now looking at this merely as a problem that needs to be solved. I am not downplaying the importance of this situation in the eyes of the stakeholders, but I am merely saying this is a problem that we need to resolve and try to do it in the best possible. way.
 
Maybe part of my gift is learning perspective especially in the light of what truly matters. My job makes a lot of demands on me that, if not handled appropriately, could affect my health and well being. I am beginning to think that I now know that I have to ability to choose whether I allow that to happen or not. And I am choosing not, becuase in the scheme of things there are other things that play a much more important role in my life.
 
Don’t get me wrong, I take my job seriously and want to do the best possible work. But in the grand scheme of things, it is a job, the city of Boulder existed before I got there – will exist after I leave (hopefully better off for my contributions) and what is really important in this world are your family and friends – they come first.
 
So thank you prairie dogs for teaching me this lesson. I love you – I want the best for you – I will always value you – but I love my mom and I love my husband and if I need to worry about something, I will worry about them.

Check out the old photos

 You really need to check out the new photos that I just added. I brought home some of the photo albums I found in my mother’s house (there are still many more pictures there and old films as well) – but I went through a few of the albums and took out a variety of photos I thought were interesting.
 
Check out my mom – she was quite a looker. I ‘ve included some pictures of her wedding, an old picture of me and my brother on a horse, my mom’s family picture that I remember seeing every day when I went down to my grandmother’s apartment, and even some pictures of moi – my high school graduation, when I was singing in a band, and at my brother’s wedding (air brushing does wonders).
 
I hope you enjoy looking at these pictures as I enjoyed scanning them. It is so great to have the technology that we have today to be able to archive these wonderful photos. Enjoy.
 

Closing down Mom’s apartment.

The time this week not spent with Nick and his surgery has been spent closing down mom’s apartment. I’ve added a photo album of pictures that I took before beginning the packing process.
 
Mom really loved this place. She lived in an apartment building that was privately owned. The owners had both of their mothers living there. It was a really nice place, not at all what some of the more typical senior housing buildings looked like. As a matter of fact, if you did not know the building only rented to people 55 and over, you could never tell by looking at either from the outside or the inside. Thank God someone figured out that seniors should be treated like human beings and not old people.
 
She had a very good deal – a two bedroom apartment (that had its own laundry room as well as covered garage parking – the two selling points for my mom), on the top floor with a balcony. Everything was included in the rent, heat, air conditioning, electricity, water, and even cable. The only thing extra my mother had to pay for was her phone bill. Her rent was $1400/month and when she rented she signed a 3 year lease so the rent stayed the same the whole time.
 
The owners always did great things for the residents – twice a week coffees with sweets in the large community kitchen area, movies once a week in the mini-theatre (which has a large screen TV), field trips once a month, luncheons at different restuarants once a month, guest speakers coming in, hand massages, and even a once a month pot luck dinner where the owners provided the main course and the residents bring the side dishes.
 
This place was the perfect place for my mother. She loved being around people and she made a lot of friends very quickly. The last year or so that she lived in Florida she was becoming very isolated and really only went out of the house to go to church, play bingo once a week and meet my aunt for breakfast once a week. Nick and I tried for 2 years to get her to move to Colorado. When she finally consented, she never looked back and she really enjoyed herself. My mom has been to places here in Colorado that I have not been to. She felt safe there, she made lots of friends there, and as I began closing down the apartment I could not help but feel that it all was a little unfair. But, life isn’t fair and I am grateful that she found a place that she loved so much and that for the last 2 1/2 years she was near me.
 
Today the Longmont flea market came to look at potentially buying some of her furniture. It almost felt like dividing up the spoils, but I have to get rid of her stuff and we have to be out of there by the end of August. My mom’s attitude is pretty good about this – she knows she can’t handle her health care by herself, and she knows that she needs help just to get by on a day to day basis. This is perhaps the saddest thing I have had to do to date – because she is still alive and you almost feel like you are closing the coffin lid prematurely. But my mom is not rich and she cannot afford to pay rent on an apartment that is empty. This has to get done. It’s just plain sad.

New pictures in Chicago album

I’ve added a lot of new pictures in the Chicago album – most of them are Millenium Park – but also the marquee for my favorite downtown restaurant- Millers Pub, our favorite neighborhood restaurant – Southport City Saloon, some neighborhood street signs, and even the buildings that were renovated and/or built on the properties we sold. Enjoy.

Marley and Me

 I’ve included on this space an area for books – I have to admit I am not an avid reader, but I read a book recently that had me riveted and it really touched my heart. It’s called "Marley and Me" by John Grogan. Click on the title in the book list box and it will take you to the book’s website.
 
I was so moved by this book when I read it that I went to hear the author speak at the Boulder Book Store in February of this year. It is a simple story of a spirited yellow lab and once I started reading it, I could not put it down. (of course my affinity for animals, especially dogs is showing now).
 
The book was number one on the New York Times bestseller list for a while, and I think you’ll enjoy it.
 
I’m all ears for any books that you might recommend? (You can comment on these blogs as well). I’ve included a photo that shows something Marley would do.  Click on it to get the full effect.