Who would have “thunk” it.
We cleaned up pretty well back then, the old bagel baker and the city worker.It’s so odd seeing fourteen, having known folks who married in their 20’s,now celebrating thirty odd years and we who left the gate late, well, we look like novices.
Here’s hoping to another decent year with love and health for everyone here at Undisclosed.
I can’t believe today is 8/28. I believe the Chinese believe that 8 is a lucky number.
I’m not feeling that lucky.
Yes, I get up in the morning, thank God, and stand on two feet, albeit one messed up ankle and tendon.I am blessed with two lovely fur-girls that I have to cherish every minute with because I KNOW how fleeting life is.Wednesday Jim and I will be married 14 years.I know a bunch of folks that didn’t see that amount of time together, either due to illness, death, or divorce.
I just have a little malaise at the end of a summer season, even though I bitch and moan about tourists,well, that hasn’t changed.It’s the little things.The sun coming down earlier.The end of the summer crops we planted in sight.Missing my folks for another season, and waiting to find out what is happening regarding my job.Life seems to be just a series of waiting and hurrying up, and then the time is gone. I truly am thankful for everything.
Oh, to make the clock go a wee bit slower.
I feel as though my nerves are on the edge of these needles.
I am waiting for the letter from the school board for my assignment for the new school year. It’s worse than waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The girls have been trying their best to keep mom’s nerves at bay. If you can spare some prayers or good karma, send it my way ok?
Eighteen years ago, I lost my Dad.
Usually, on this post, I would write something about his passing but in reflection, I want to write about something that I shared with Dad.
We went together to work for a number of years via public transportation.
I never was squeamish about walking to the bus or sitting on the bus and talking to my Dad while going to work. I am sorry to say that it was something at the time that I guess, I took for granted.In hindsight, it was a glorious time.We would talk about a lot of things, and Dad would give me a lot of his advice.I remember when I had someone steal my wallet out of my desk, and I was able to walk a few blocks over to where my Dad worked. It was a comfort to be able to commiserate with Dad over the theft, get a token to get home with, and know tomorrow would be another day.
As I usually would say about missing Dad, some things will never change.I am thankful of the memories that we shared through the later part of his working career.What a blessing it was, in hindsight, to have the time with him. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.
I miss you terribly Dad but will love you forever.
“I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike….”
Well, I got on a bicycle today for 3 minutes before I lost my balance and fell off. They say “it’s just like riding a bicycle and you never forget.” Evidently, I did.
It was not the wisest thing to do,with my ankle all screwed up. I never claimed to be wise. Evidently. I have to go into training for riding my bike.
Look out- I’m coming!
The diagnosis for my left foot is that I either have a severe sprain of a ligament around the left ankle or, God forbid, a tear.
Down here in “Amity”, the closest spot to get an MRI that actually will give a good contrast on the foot is some 40 miles away in Somers’ Point.I managed to snag an appointment for Christmas, well, not that much of an exaggeration, but next Wednesday, but hey, it’s just another day, right? School starts the day after labor Day for students and I went out today and bought an ankle brace.
Send some prayers or good mojo my way so it isn’t a tear: I really would miss getting back to the kids.
With three weeks before school, I am hurting.
I don’t know if it is something I did but I have terrible pain in my left foot. I managed to get a podiatrist here, and have a 3 PM appointment today.
Isn’t it funny when nothing i going on, nothing goes on, right? Then, when it is time to get things going, then it all hits the fan.
Stay tuned for the further adventures of Hop-a-long…hopefuly not for much longer because it’s almost time for school!