Sunday, May 17, 2020

One Day At A Time



To worry about the future,
"How long can we stay in our 2 -story house?"
means less satisfaction and joy today.

To worry about the future,
"what will happen if I get sick?"
paralyzes me from living life today.

To worry about the future,
"what if we have to isolate for a year?"
 challenges my faith that God knows the way.

We have had many challenges—brain injury, heart infection, cancer, pain.

When the challenges tried to bury me, I knew what to do.

Standing eye to eye, I have confronted life’s obstacles;
I have made compromises.

“You can slow me down, you can block my way,  
I must live my life . . ..with God’s grace and guidance. . .. 
One day at a time.”

Monday, May 4, 2020

Landscaping changes

 Our project was 4-fold:  the back patio, the stone wall in the front, the stone wall in the back and the foundation plantings in the front.  The upkeep on the brick patio was just too intensive and it turns out, we needed to re-grade the entire area.  Also a large percentage of the bricks were broken or damaged, so re-laying them would have been pointless.



First, the bricks were removed (many going to a friend's house to outline a new garden), the area was raised, regraded and laid with new stone steps and pavers with a ramp from the sunroom.





 After several weeks, it was all done and I'm very happy with it all.










Sunday, May 3, 2020

Hearing Louise



"I’m wearing pastels, now—my skin tones have changed."

"I’m feeling a little weak this morning."

"I hold on when going up and down the stairs."

"My mouth is just so dry."

"I watch what I eat, but I’m being tested for diabetes."

"If my knee didn’t hurt, I’d exercise more."

"I want to hear my granddaughters’ voices again."

"Your dad isn’t strong enough for her graduation."

"Your dad is sleeping a lot."

"Don’t worry about Mother’s Day—you’re a mother, too.."



Words meant to inform me that they were getting older, 
      but now remind me of my own aging.

Words spoken one on one,
     not at a family gathering

Words said in face to face conversation, 
     not in a text.

Words I thought were to re-assure me,
    but were they cries for help?

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Moments of Joy



Watching the children next door
     chasing their new puppy around the yard every day.

Memes on facebook:
     “ . . .here I am laying on the couch, being a hero”.

A wave from the Rich and Charlie's delivery man
      as I pick up dinner on the door step.

Leisurely reading a library book
        with no due date in sight.

Unexpected notes and gifts in the mail—
      loved ones thinking of us.

Saying “YES” to a chocolate chip cookie
       on my Panera delivery order.
A snake, guitar strumming, snapchat faces: 
      Zooming with teen-age grandchildren.

Video collage of of church members
      waving anything green on Palm Sunday Processional.

Calling the shut-ins and hearing Martin’s excitement
     that his grandson would play football with Tampa Bay.

Rachel’s banner  on the front page of the newspaper.
      “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise”.

Seeing old, familiar faces
      in my Face Time exercise class.

 One banana and a 2 lb can of Van Camps Pork and Beans
     on my grocery delivery.

In this Time of Pandemic.

Releasing anxiety, tension:

Moments of Joy.

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Finding Moments of Joy in a Pandemic



It is sometimes hard to find joy in a pandemic:  the daily death toll, our isolation, the news from the East Coast, but finding what is good helps my mental attitude.

Facebook can be such a double-edged sword, but it’s an opportunity to interact with friends and family and often is  the source of inspiration.  One person commented that there is something awesome about everyone in the world coming together to fight this common enemy—covid-19.  Another commented that by all of us staying home, the earth is beginning to heal with the air becoming clean again. I also like looking back at the memories Facebook offers:  seeing photos of my grandchildren 10 years ago—their faces radiating joy and innocence at an Easter picnic.

All of that brings me momentary joy.  But each moment of joy releases anxiety.   So, I decided to write about those small moments of joy which help me mentally and spiritually.

-my daughters and I texting funny memes back and forth like “I’d like to cancel my 3 month trial subscription of 2020.  I’m not impressed.”  OR “My mother always told me I wouldn’t amount to anything lying around on the couch.  . . but here I am saving the world.”

-calling Martin, an elderly church member to see how he is doing and getting more joy from him than I could have possibly given by calling him: he was so happy that Pastor Dave had called him earlier to celebrate Martin’s grandson signing with Tampa Bay Buccaneers. The joy in his voice brought me joy, too.

-watching the children next door playfully chase their new puppy around the yard.

-the wave from the Panera delivery man at his car when I pick up dinner on the door step.

-leisurely reading a library book knowing there is no due date in sight

-watching the video collage of church members participating in the Palm Sunday “processional” from their homes—waving scarves, house plants, tree branches when palms were unavailable.

-receiving unexpected gifts and cards in the mail and responding by “passing it on” with treats sent to my siblings.

-texts from a neighbor asking if we are all right or if we need anything.

-saying “yes” to a Panera’s chocolate chip cookie on our supper delivery. 

-zooming with 16 of my family and just enjoying the craziness of Anna playing with her snake, Davis playing his guitar, Libby discovering the white board function, Rachel changing her back ground to hearts and Roman replacing his handsome face with creepy photos while Rebecca and Jason eat dinner on their deck, Kyle sits on his dock and the Warrens try to squeeze 6 of them into the cameras on 2 devices.

-our daughter’s banner making the front page of their local newspaper “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise”

-taking my stretch class through FaceTime and seeing old familiar faces in the class, too.

-hearing Dave laugh at his favorite show “Major Crimes” which is funnier than the title implies.

We have always lived our life focusing on the positive, what we CAN do, what we CAN eat—not on the negative.  The past 20 years have prepared us for this moment: facing a very scary enemy and yet finding joy.

Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.