River Rafting Through the Week

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River rafting can be fun, exciting, and just plain scary. A few years ago, okay, about a million years ago, we rafted the Deschutes River in Oregon. On a hot sunny day we climbed into rafts and paddled like crazy in the hopes of successfully making it down river (alive) to the dinner waiting.

Then it hit me. . . river rafting is much like life. We start at the top of the week ready for the tasks ahead. And then it happens. Rapids are around the corner, there are patches of calm water and coves to rest in until the water pulls you back out and down stream once again. Paddle. Paddle. Rest. Paddle. Rest.

This week my river held. . .  

Moments of Sadness — I waved good-bye to my sweet friend who moved. It was three days into mentally adjusting when another friend called. She and her husband are preparing to move back to Greece! ACK! I’m starting to fear answering the phone. 

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Moments of Calm — Valentine’s Day arrived and left without fanfare. What a joy it is to not have to declare your undying love on this one day. Because you’ve already declared it by doing laundry, taking out garbage, making sure there is plenty of toilet paper, and not killing each other the other 364 days of the year. THAT is true love.

Moments of Concern — The weather-guesser-guy is throwing out the S word. We have early flowers blooming, daffodils showing color, and roses sprouting. A few days ago we even heard the sweet sound of lawn mowers. And NOW they threaten us with SNOW?!? If all goes well they will be wrong as usual. . . because tomorrow we are scheduled  to drive to the beach to meet family for the day. Oh dear. . .

Moments of Bliss — Today the sweetest Girl Scout ever, and her family, visited to deliver cookies. The rest of the family was notified and we had cookies and a mini-Christmas. Us old folks, our kids, our grands and our greats gathered around the kitchen table. Sharing. Laughing. Connecting. And this grandma loving every minute.

I did let my guard down forgetting a notorious family tradition. So when everyone was gone and all was quiet. I recharged my phone and found this. . . A grand and a great-grand had updated my screen saver. Giving me…

Moments of Heartwarming Love. . . 

A and K

Until next time. . . 

cheers

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After 34 years of therapy…

Peanuts Lucy Dr. inMy therapist retired and is moving far, far away.  Well, a mere 357 miles away.

According to Google, it’s a short 6 hour drive if no one gets in my way, or I don’t have to stop for coffee or bathroom breaks, or to stretch a cramp out. This is a huge difference from the mile or two I usually drive to see her.

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Chris and I became friends by accident. She was a church secretary while I was a church volunteer in the children’s department. One thing led to another and soon we were meeting on a regular basis.

That’s the beauty of friendship. . . it takes hold and develops while we’re not paying attention. Until it just is. Feeling like it has always been.

In the early years we met mornings before work. Sitting next to the metal walls, shivering, at McDonald’s. Skidding all the way there on ice because neither of us would think of missing our time together.

We’ve mostly met in evenings after work. . . because I’m NOT a morning person and Chris allows me that.  We’ve talked each other through several job changes and lay offs. Family problems, concerns and celebrations. Personal problems. The sorrow of deaths and the joys of marriages and grandchildren. Birthdays and holidays.

And now retirement. 

Together we have grown as mothers, grandmothers, and friends.

We often joke how much money our husbands have saved over the years because of our cheap dinner date therapy sessions.

Our last session was Thursday. After 3.5 hours I hugged Chris goodbye not knowing when I was going to see her again. It was hard. (My eyes still well up thinking about it.) I understand why she is moving. (Doesn’t mean I have to like it.) 

After 34 years of our eyeball to eyeball conversations I will have to get used to this life change. I will especially miss the hugs that came with the knowledge that there was a shoulder just down the street to lean on. That street got a whole lot longer today.

We have spent half our lives holding and encouraging each other through faith and prayer. That, my friend, won’t change.

I love and miss you already.

Until next time. . .

cheers

Mistaken Identity… Part 2

My sweet granddaughter Hannah(belle) is all grown with a family of her own. She has moved to a different state and although she isn’t that far away, traffic can make the trip to visit extra long and frustrating. That’s where texting (and Instagram) come in.

We stay in contact often through technology… which is good! WASD Amelie GS banner

I received this sweet picture with the message that our Great-Grand Amelie was now a Girl Scout and selling cookies. Of course we sent back the message we wanted to order. I put the check in the mail and sent a picture of the envelope with a note to be on the lookout for the hot pink envelope.

Then I noticed I had spelled their street name wrong… ARGH! 

That prompted me to send another message that if it didn’t make it by Wednesday I would resend the check.

We had a plan and all was good.

Wednesday arrived along with a text from Hannahbelle. The envelope, wrong address and all made it to their house. I praised the mailman… or am I supposed to say mail-delivery-person (?). And on I went about how being politically correct can make communicating very wordy and yada, yada, yada. . .

That’s when the conversation turned a little puzzling.

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I couldn’t figure out why Hannah would be telling me about her brother texting in the middle of our conversation. Hmmm. . .

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Okay… Hannah has never sent me a line of animal pics before. And for sure she wasn’t getting ready for bed at 7 pm. Something was a little off here. That’s when I scrolled back and found . . .

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Oh yeah, there he was. . .  Amelie had sent a picture of her 13 month old, eloquent texting brother. That’s when it all settled in on me. I had been talking to Amelie the whole time. 

Oh dear. . .  I hope I didn’t say anything inappropriate. 

I held my breath as I checked back through. And that is when I read the very first message under the Hannahbelle label. 

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There it was in the very first text.

Amelie had introduced herself along with sending a selfie of that sweet face.

So then. . . All is well. I said nothing inappropriate and my cookies have been ordered.

Now I just have to wait for those yummy cookies while paying better attention.

Until Next Time. . .

cheers

Mistaken Identity

Twice lately I’ve made —assumption mistakes. Both times they involved my grand-kids. (Assumption #2 coming next time we meet.) I’m still trying to come up with a reasonable excuse.

The first happened just before Christmas when an Amazon package arrived. We hadn’t ordered anything but a quick read of the label told us it had come for our grandson. (He has ordered before using our address.) I shot off a text telling him his package was here only to get the answer… “I didn’t order anything.”

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Okay then… time to do a little Colombo detective work… I found out Amazon has no process for returning a package not ordered by you and there are NO phone numbers to call. I shot off an email to the sending company with no response. I had done all I could think of to get this package to the right person. That’s when I took a closer look.

I noticed it was mailed to a Brandy not our Brady. And the last name was Richardson not Peterson. But, there it was in black and white, our address. Oh dear… Amazon had really goofed on this one.

After two weeks of getting no where I decided to open the package. (It held pre-wound sewing bobbins.) After a few more days I decided to cut up the label, recycle the packaging and donate the bobbins. And THAT is when I noticed the address was not ours but for Brandy who lives directly one street over from us. (Where Edith the Squirrel Feeder used to live.) 

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So basically the mailman delivered it to the wrong address… there’s my excuse!!!

But that didn’t get me off the hook.

I taped the package back together and on New Years Day, Mr.P waited in the getaway car while I ran to the door to make my apologies. However, no one answered so I stealthily placed the package behind the screen door and fled.

I assume the whole thing was caught on security camera.

Hope I remembered to smile!

Until next time… 

cheers

 

We’ve Been Shot…

. . . with an invisible force field of protection and still the pesky flu bug is intent on trying to attack us.

Over the last week one or both of us in this house have experienced… Fevers and chills. Stomach issues and aches. Coughs and runny noses. So far, nothing serious or long term. But still, we played by the rules. Why can’t the bugs?

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Our health care coverage puts us at the front of the you-need-a-shot line because (1) we are in the elderly age bracket now and (2) mostly they really don’t want to see as much of us as they did last year.

It was just a couple weeks ago Mr.P was sitting in his chair and casually commented that he didn’t think he was going to get a flu shot this year declaring that they were pretty much ineffective.

Wow… Okay. I didn’t know how to tell him but, he had already gotten a flu shot at his last doctors appointment. But since he thinks they don’t work, maybe he won’t notice?

I’ve heard reports that the shots this year are anywhere from 10-30% effective. It was a nurse that was tooting the high number of 30% who said, “that’s 3 out of every 10 people who are going to be happy they got their shot.” Not sure that’s a number to be bragging about but she was going for it.

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Mr.P has been fighting the flu-critter with sleep. Twenty hours yesterday into today. Up for a few to sleep in his chair and is now back in bed. The way I see it… he’ll sleep through the whole darn event and never know he had it. . . just like getting the shot.

Stay Hydrated and Healthy Everyone

Until Next Time. . .

cheers

Post Christmas de-Glitter Project

One of the things I love about the Christmas season is lights. Multi-colored or clear, doesn’t matter to me. Twinkly lights add a special glow that brightens the dullest evening.

Each year I declare: I will not take my Christmas decorations down until Epiphany! 

[Epiphany = January 6th = The 12th day of Christmas is when the Wise Men made it to Bethlehem.]

As the neighbors lights go dim and mine are the only twinkly beacon left on the street I start feeling a little self-conscious. I don’t want to be that house that still has a pumpkin on the porch two days before Christmas. I made till January 5th this year before giving in to the self-imposed pressure to conform.

First to come down were the railing lights.

They were bright and beautiful… and under the snow? Magical.
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Then the tree was dismantled and returned to its box. Living in the land of trees, trees, and more trees, it is just wrong to have a fake tree and yet this is what we do. And the sheep which gather around the mantle nativity were set out to pasture till next season.

However, there is still one display that has not been put away… yet.

Here’s the story why…

The first part of December, I was out bazaaring with (DiL) Linda and (grand-daughter) Kailey, I fell in love with and bought a… Snowman Nativity! All the characters were in snowman form… except the sheep. They got to be sheep. Strange. 

It wasn’t a large investment but the gal selling it gave me her business card and said if anything was wrong let her know. I didn’t think anything of it till later when I opened the box. . . . As I unwrapped the pieces I discovered my nativity had only two Wise Men and in place of the third was another angel. So being creative we decided to roll with it.

The scene was set up with the two Wise Men sitting around the corner waiting while the extra angel was set as a lookout watching for #3’s arrival.

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So here we are, the evening of January 6 and Wise Man #3 is a no show.

Like many times in life things don’t go as planned and we have to make a tweak here and an adjustment there. Little surprises can make life fun. I still love my Snowman Nativity. All there it would have been cute, but as I pack it away tonight, I’ll be thinking of our fun little story and look forward to setting it out again next year.

 Happy Epiphany!

Until next time… 

cheers

 

HOPE for the New Year

Here we go again. . .

Another New Years Eve propelling us into the future.WASD 2018 2

I remember when I was very young thinking the year 2000 to look like an impossibility. From my youth that number was light years away. (Now, from this end, I see in some ways I was right. I AM light years away… from my youth.) 

And in that time I’ve done resolutions… and failed. I’ve done words of intention… and failed. Except for one year when I chose persevere. I succeeded to make it into the following year because all I really needed to do was KEEP BREATHING. Not sure if I can call that success or just the natural order of things. Either way I persevered!

There is something appealing about a clean slate. Or at least a perceived clean slate. The word ‘new’ giving us that idea of a fresh, untarnished year ahead. and yet we know there is no such thing. At midnight we will drag our old habits, feelings, biases along with us over that magic line. We are human, that’s what we do.

However, one thing I can change is my attitude. How I look at and approach my days can be positively influenced by my heart and mind-set. So this year my focus word will be…

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Hope propels us forward in faith to something better. Hope gives us a reason to not give up. Hope gives us a feeling of expectation…

The other day I was at an intersection waiting patiently for my green light. In front of me was a large, black, Silverado 4X4 truck. Across the back window in bold letters were the words… 

Never give up. Never give in. Never quit. EXPECT TO WIN.

There was no agenda. No advertising. No negativity. Just awesome encouragement! 

We don’t always get do overs but we can always move forward… in the Hope, Love, and Faith that will carry us through. To all…

Blessings on your New Year. 

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Until next time…

cheers