Thanks Dad

When I was in college, my father and I would travel up to State College, Pennsylvania to attend Penn State University football games. My two older brothers were married, and I was the only one home with him, besides Mom.When I was in grade school, I qualified for free Philadelphia Phillies tickets because of good grades so we would always go together.It seemed that I went to more sporting events with my Dad than my brothers did!

Last night, Penn State played the University of Wisconsin for the Big 10 football championship.It was funny, because my oldest nephew attended the University of Wisconsin and my brother and their family live out there.My brother in the city graduated from Penn State in 1972.Dad would root for everyone, and truth be told, I know he always liked Notre Dame, but he leaned a lot toward Penn State. When I got in last night, I went to my clothes closet and pulled out a 20-year-old ratty, torn flannel shirt that was my Dad’s.I wore it all during the game last night.I actually felt like Dad was here with me.

One of the favorite bumper stickers I have ever seen regarding Penn State football was,” If God isn’t a Penn State fan, then why is the sky blue and white?”

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Thanks, Dad.

Buh-bye Fit Bit

If you have followed this blog with any regularity, you know I have been pretty faithful to my Fit Bit zip.Through rain, snow, sleet, falls, whatever.

Yesterday,my zip was stuck on 9997.I could have been walking until the cows came home and the number just would not budge off of 9997. So I did what any consumer with a few gray cells would do. I called customer service phone number of Fit Bit and was never treated so rudely by any company. They made a final offer to me of 25% of a new zip.I said that the error was in THEIR equipment, and they WANT me to BUY a new one? Well, it’s not going to happen.I have a iPhone SE which has a health app, and guess what? As of 4:29PM today, I have walked 8532 steps.

See you, FB zip.Have got to give you credit:you DID get me started walking.As someone who is retired, I don’t see why I have to spend money for a new one, when my phone does just as good as you.

P.S. As of 10:17PM, I have 15,281 steps today…just sayin’

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A Little Gift

When we left the city and came down here, I brought some of the plants down. I would have liked to keep all of them but, alas, there was no room. If I could have had my way, I would have had big windows so I could have all my plants in the house all winter.

In the summer, I would put most of the plants outside, but the ones that I thought would have an issue going in and outdoors, well,they stayed indoors.After all the love I give my plants, when I lose one, it really hurts.I have the last poinsettia that my Mom was given and have been nursing that, along with her aloe vera.It goes without saying I am super careful watering and caring for them.

Being a December baby, I usually end up buying myself a plant as a gift, although last year, our neighbors bought me a beautiful poinsettia.As I really love my birth month flowers, I went out and bought myself a Christmas cactus.

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Well, I got a present today. My plant started to blossom again and it gave me my first genuine smile in a while.

As my buddy Belinda would say,

“Happy birthday month to ME!”
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December

It’s going to be a long month.

We both are suffering body aches and poor Zush is hanging in as best as she can. I talked to a neighbor when I was out today, whose wife has been fighting cancer for FOUR years, and it seems that she is about to lose her struggle, which is so very sad, because he is a good guy and his wife is a sweetheart.When people remark when I tell them my cancer history, I am always blessed, but know how hard it is to keep going.

I watched the lighting of the tree in Rockefeller Center tonight, and remembered when I saw it with my nephew many years ago. I always give thanks for the meaning of the season, but it’s hard to stay in a Christmas spirit alone. It’s the way it goes though. We muddle through one day at a time, and as for me, I guess my Christmas gift is every time I get up at night, hear my Zush snoring gently, and am able to swing two legs out of bed and stand up. My birthday gift, yes: it is my birthday month, is the ability to spend every precious day with my girls.

They are the best pharmaceutical for me.I thank God for them!

Leaf me Alone..

..or the end of the 2016 Leaf Saga here in “Amity”.

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The leaf men, or arbor technicians…lol…actually showed up around 8:30am.

November.

29th.

I was ready to have heart failure because I couldn’t believe they actually came close to the date on the flier.They started down our street ,but it was not without a glitch, though. It would figure that they got to our next door neighbor’s house,and,what do you know? I watched the guys and the one who was operating the vacuum hose informed me it stopped picking up because the truck was full. “We’ll be back.”

Sure,

I’m from Philly. I believe that..NOT!

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Didn’t they come back 20 minutes later? Color me chagrined. I leashed the girls up and got them out for our morning walk so they could read the rest of their leaf mail for 2016.

Bring on the snow!

Late November Disappearance

I really have not entered a post since Thanksgiving.
Here’s why.

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“Amity”‘s little secret is that we turn into leaf city in November, as that is when everyone gets together and gets their leaves to the street, where our nonexistent curb would be:that is where the township comes up and vacuums the leaves with a couple of stray workers to pick up straggling leaves that would be left behind..lol.The joke is today is the first day listed of a “possible” pick-up, but hey, they gave us the same day last year and they were picked up December 14th. HAH..politics seldom change wherever you are.

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This picture is a shot further up our street, showing our house and the avalanche of leaves waiting to be picked up.I had nothing to do with this, although I had offered to help Jim.He ran with the challenge of this, and I for one, will just be happy when the leaves leave, as the dogs can stop scratching from running through them. Yes, I know, I am a bad dog mom, but, I just can’t deny them their pleasure of sniffing who was there first and digging for buried treasure.

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