Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
Well, hey there! Welcome to Roundup, Montana! If it's a nice day, we'll sit a spell on my porch and talk awhile. "All the resources we need are in the mind.” Theodore Roosevelt, our 26th President of the United States of America. I am the Captain of my ship. God is my co-pilot. Often I sail stormy seas, Am flung onto rocky shores. What's on your mind today? |
I finally got to take a trip this past week. I went to Butte - 4 1/2 hour drive one way from Roundup. Hubby and I spent two days and one night. I was invited to participate in a tourism event. So, Butte. A town that knew great wealth from copper mining. It was a small mining town, until copper was discovered. From their advertising: Our nickname is “Butte America,” but we also go by, "The Richest Hill on Earth.” Immigrants from Ireland, China, Lebanon, Austria, Greece, Italy, Mexico, and numerous other countries came to Butte to work in the mines, they came to Butte, America. It is said as many as 25 nationalities settled in that town. it is a rough and tumble town, bars, restaurants plus many churches. Even brothels. But now people go to see the old neighborhoods, the abandoned mines, and the former open pit copper mine, the Berkeley Pit. The Pit is the largest Superfund site in the United States. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berkeley_Pit The Dumas Brothel (formerly the Dumas Hotel) was a famous bordello in Butte, Montana in the United States. Located in the heart of uptown Butte, the brothel has been proclaimed America's longest-running house of prostitution, finally closing its doors in 1982. I walked inside this place and promptly went back to the trolley. Not impressive at all. We went on a little tour to learn all these facts. Butte - quite a town. I wanted to stay another night, but a winter storm warning sent us on our way. That night it snowed about 8 inches on the pass we had to travel over to get back to Roundup. Yes, snow. This is Montana after all. |
The surgery on my hand is done. I'm now in the post-op phase. I currently have this huge bandage covering the entire hand. My thumb is covered, while four fingers are free. So far, so good. Pain has been virtually non-existent. So curious - the surgeon injected the site with "exparel". This drug acts Iike novacaine - but will last perhaps five days. It was developed to lessen a patient's need for opioid pain relievers. He did carpal tunnel surgery plus took out a bone in my thumb joint, inserted a screw and two pins. So without pain relief that all could be quite painful, to say the least. A problem I have now is itching, annoying as crap. And there is no way you can scratch under this huge bandage, nor should I. I'll post after the bandage comes off, and I get a look at my reconstructed digit. |
Finally someone got smart and rented us a car for a month. Hmm. No, not me. My husband finally did this. "Do you need a car after your surgery? I may fly back to VA to get our car and then drive it back." Let me tell you, I thought about for micro-second. "Yes, of course. I cannot drive the one we're borrowing. It's a manual transmission." Why did there even need to be discussion on this, and why did it take a year to come to this conclusion? The other night I got upset again. I have a seminar coming up. It's in Butte, MT. That's about 4 hours from here. I will be driving the rental car and staying overnight. It's all arranged. It's about a week after my surgery, so I think I'll be okay. But NO! Seems a friend of my husband told him I should not be doing that. Now perhaps it's because I feel that I've been stuck in the house for a year. Not literally, we have gone to Billings for shopping. I did go to a SE Montana meeting in Billings. But that's it. No trips of any kind anywhere. No just going somewhere for the fun of it. So my husband and I argued about semantics. "You were not stuck in the house. You went places." "I feel like I've been stuck in my house. Don't discount my feelings." "Your feelings are not valid." Hmm. Still a little upset about someone discounting my feelings. I still feel like I've been trapped for a year. Car accident, hurt knee, knee surgery, and then a broken hand. And now surgery again. Mercy. At the risk of whining more, I want to go far, far away. Perhaps to a desert island. Sun, sand, water. Or hike to a favorite spot near Yellowstone. Lots of trees, lake, wonderful mountains. So instead I'll walk down to the Musselshell River, check it out. We've had rain for three days. Not as bad as the Bozeman area where people got stuck on the freeway, over a pass, for 2 days. My life right now is pretty boring, and mercy sakes do I hate boring. So let me spice it up with that walk to the river, writing for the paper, ironing some antique aprons for the museum, making lunch, a meeting at 4 PM and then play practice at 6 PM. That should keep me entertained for the day. |