Wednesday, March 31, 2004
One Answer
Answering a question from some weeks ago.
Hawaii was the place I dreamed of visiting for many years. The water, the beaches and the wonderful flowers were an attraction for me. But in my later years it no longer seems important to me.
I wanted to try painting. I could draw some but I never got the courage to try oils or acrylics. I wanted to write professionally but I never made the grade. I wanted to study more about the human mind but I got tied up raising a family and my career so I lost the urge to continue my education.
Helping my children became a priority with me so volunteer work was done but was limited. I had no problems meeting my obligations but at times working made it difficult for me to recognize my children’s problem. This is probably the mistake I regret the most. No mother should be so busy, so distracted that her children suffer.
Monday, March 29, 2004
More Why Is It
1. Why is it that when the knees start to fail the only toilet stools you can find should be in a kindergarten lavatory?
2. Why is it that when you’re young you work to earn money to travel and then after you retire you’re too worn out or ill to go anywhere?
3. Why is it that you can actually lust after a dress or a suit then, after you buy it, it looks like crap on you?
4. Why is it that the vehicle you drive always makes a funny noise when you haven’t budgeted for a new one?
5. Why is it that when your bank is in another town the check you need to cash is in the mailbox when you return home?
6. Why is it that when you get invited to some kind of reunion a cold sore blooms full fledged on your face?
7. Why is it that when you purchase something you need it is on sale for 40% off next week?
8. Why is it that when you go to take the old cleaners, paint, and batteries to the drop off center you find out the hazard intake was last week?
9. Why is it that when you buy your grandson a ‘Happy Birthday Seven Year Old’ card he turns out to be eight?
10. Why is it that when the Doctor puts you on a new medication you read in the newspaper a month later that it turns your nose purple and your ears are going to fall off?
11. Why is it that we are all a day late and a dollar short?
Sunday, March 28, 2004
The Ice Man
These are my children approximately 30 years ago. The eldest was born six years after I married and represented the only thing I wanted to be when I grew up. A Mother!
When Wes was about five he decided he needed a dark place to test the light of a candle. Unfortunately he chose under my bed and caught the box springs on fire. I remember his concern about getting his baby brother to a safe place. But this signaled the beginning of all his experiments with his life.
My second son was born in 1967 about six years after Wes. You might recognize him as the Stupid Evil Bastard.
Les was quiet. With Wes older and in school Les learned to play by himself. A trait that stayed with him through adolescence leading to his expertise in computers. But I remember a little blonde toddler sitting in a cupboard, on the bottom shelf, with his arm up to the pit in a box of cereal and a big smile on his face.
In July of 1972 the little red headed girl came into my life. You know her as Cindy of Cindyisms.
I was raised with three brothers so when Cindy was born she was the reminder that I should act like a lady once in a while. I remember the funny ‘piggy-faces’ she used to make, the little granny dresses, and the black, patent leather shoes. But the capper was the Cindy-spit she left in your pop bottle after she helped herself to a sip.
So this is a thumbnail description of the lights of my life. If you are wondering about the color of their hair I have joked for years that it was because of the milk man, the gas man, and the ice man.
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Miracle Of Medicine?
Two articles in the paper the last couple of days hit a nerve with me. The first stated antidepressants according to the Food and Drug Administration could cause deepening depression and possible suicide. Wonderful the better half was just put on one of the ten products named in the article.
Then I read where Lipitor, excellent for reducing cholesterol, but a possible problem with muscle pain which I knew, when I started taking it. But I did not know that in some people it is effects the memory. So now I don’t know if it is medication or failing brain cells that makes me walk back into a room to try to remember what I went after in the first place!
So I guess I can deal with my problem but you can bet your aces that if the hubby start getting sadder when this stuff is supposed to cheer him up his butt is going right to the hospital for tests!!
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Hallelujah Spring Has Sprung!
A glance out the kitchen window told me that the temperature was 49 and the sun streaming in the french door windows lured me into the yard. I’m in search of any more signs of life besides the bunch of yellow and purple blooms that I thought were yellow and blue at first.
The little gardens between the extensions are full of little green shoots, a promise of a multitude of colorful blooms yet to come. The fire bush I moved in October to a garden spot by the kitchen door in showing buds--thank goodness. I had planted across the drive by the propane pig, but moved it before they removed the pig last fall.
Soon the trees and bushes in the side and back yard will start to bloom. There is a chipmunk out at the birdfeeder on the back deck waiting for the squirrels to leave so he might partake of the feast we put out for the birds.
Red Wing Blackbirds are back for the warmer weather. The Blue Jays, Chicadees, Cardinals. and small Woodpeckers that spent the winter with us are sitting in the bush waiting for the furry things to move out so they can move in at the feeder.
Basically this whole day speaks of better weather, new life, and happiness on the way for me and mine. I really like that!
Friday, March 19, 2004
Bits And---
I didn’t wear green on St. Paddy’s day.
The vertigo is still bugging me.
I’m on game#18844 in freecell.
The crown that holds my lower partial in had to be cemented in again.
Reading the Evil Ones posts today really got me to wondering where the hell is this world going to. The proverbal handcart comes to mind.
Jay’s Eye Doctor has scheduled another operation for the first part of March.
It is snowny one day and dirty brown the next day (very depressing)
I can’t seem to get my dead butt out of bed in the morning to go swimming!
But on the lighter side I read an article that Britnay was sign by a cosmetic company as a rep. My wonderful husband replied,"what makeup does she use? Navel jelly?”
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Someone Like Me
She looked like me and sounded like me but the person in my kitchen couldn’t have been me. I know this for a fact because she cooked and served a broiled salmon that my husband raved about. To go along with this a dish with curly noodles, broccoli, and mushrooms swimming in butter and sprinkled with parmesan cheese, which he also liked.
Now I don’t like to cook and to try to make up a pasta dish is beyond me so it had to have been someone else messing with my pots and pans. Especially when my husband like it. Either that or it was an out of the body experience.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Some Things I Do
I finished Gamian’s “Coroline” and “The Wolves In The Walls,” children’s books, but interesting in style. Also Mitch Albom’s “The Five People You Meet In Heaven.”
A favorite short story writer of mine lives about 20 miles from here in Montrose, Michigan. He is Doug Allyn and he appears in the Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine. Just read his “Secondhand Heart.”
I am behind in my Reader’s Digest Select Books by two issues now but I vowed that after Jay couldn’t read them any more I wasn’t going to buy them and not read them. I discuss the stories, but he hasn’t expressed a desire to have me read one to him yet. Could be that my reading the newspaper to him daily puts him to sleep so he figures it is a waste of time.
Well the Free Cell games stand at at #18801. I usually play this when he watches (listens) to cooking shows. Sometimes on Discovery some World War II feature catches his interest and I sneak to the Free Cell Screen!!
I have purchased “The DaVinci Code” by Dan Brown, “Blow Fly” by Patricia Cornwell, and “The Dark Tower V” by Stephen King. But the trouble with Dark Tower is I have to go back and read the other four because I forgot the story line.
The majority of the reading is done waiting in Doctor’s offices. I found that the most relaxing way to pass the time.
Surprise For Momma
Yesterday morning the person I lovingly call ‘the blind guy’ helped me make breakfast. Not a big deal you say—au contraire—for years he was the breakfast chef in this house on the weekends. Sweet Thing used to say no one fried an egg like her Daddy. I have missed the helping hand and the unusual dishes he would come up with. So when you go from salting his meal because he can’t see the plate to his having enough vision to pull poached eggs out of the water and on to a plate. That is one very big deal around here. He even buttered raisin toast that morning.
Sometimes I think that maybe the vision will return, at least for a while. One can only hope!
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Another Sunday--
---in the front door and out the back leaving a couple of bills to pay, junk mail to toss, and a feeling of complete silence and being alone. Sweet Thing is working overtime which makes it impossible to come up and visit. The Evil One has a long way to come and it isn’t always easy to find the time or the money to come up. The eldest can’t take the fact that age is taking its toll on us and if he doesn’t see it, it can’t be happening. I felt that way about my folks when they lived two and a half hours from us. I found it so shocking that my strong father looked so old and tired.
But by golly I miss them all every once in a while. I know they have their lives to live, kids or pets to raise, and a living to make, but Moms get selfish. Sometimes because time goes so fast and we don’t have as much as we used to. Other times because we had them with us for quite awhile and we got used to it.
But I will wipe my eyes, blow my nose, and be happy that they are still here near me and I’ll see them all again soon!