2018-9

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,to quote a famous old writer….

We’ve managed to get through things, my mother-in-law made one hundred, and we’re still hanging in there..

Here’s hoping for a better 2019 for everyone.

Remember that tonight is amateurs’ night.

Be careful folks!

Missing My Dziadziu

My grand pop on East St; my maternal grandpop, left for heaven 48 years ago, he passed on a week before my eldest brother ‘s wedding.

It’s a shame: he was the greatest guy. Loving, kind, gentle…even would let me count the freckles on his thinning hairline.

Miss sitting with you out back in the yard .Will love you forever.

Old Year

My girl Kasia has been putting up with mom’s holiday blues.

The weather has been dreary and it is always hard to see one less chair at the table. Yet she occasionally checks in with me to say”How is your knee, Momma?”

She sits with me on the pitch,keeping me company before falling asleep in the sun.

I vent to her and the wag of the tail does more for me than therapy ever would. I can only pray I luck out with her for many more years to come.

The Pause that Refreshes

Kasia is resting, because she’s knows Momma’s birthday is tomorrow.

We’re going to take a pause for a day, and just make sure I rest up, because Jim and I’ll have 4 guests tomorrow.

Yes, Luca’s opened his mouth, because he’s in disbelief that I am going to be THAT old. With his brother Matt, and their parents, we’re going to try NOT to need the fire department over, to help put my candles out.

See you Sunday!

Bubble

My friend, Peggy, made a remark about both of us sharing a protective bubble.

Especially this time of the year, I was sorry to hear about a buddy aching like me. I went to the physician this morning, and got through step one, a prescription for my x-ray. The primary feels that if there isn’t anything loose in the knee, I might have a stress fracture in my tibia, which would be the current cause of my pain.

So it would appear that best case scenario would have me in a boot, and worst would be going in for a screwdriver, ratchet and general knee repair. And you, my dear reader,are wondering why I am so lacking of Yuletide spirit?

Fa-la-la-la…..and all that jazz.

At least I can admire our front lights that Jim worked so hard on.

That Kind of Day….again

Seaside pictures are what I love totally, regardless of weather.

It is raining again and getting windy. Good weather for walking with Kasia and working my prayers for my buds who need them, including us too. Any port in a storm,as the saying goes.

On the other hand, my Christmas cactus has rebloomed ,and along with a pointsetta, my front bay window is cheery, regardless of weather.

So it’s out we go for our walk, and we’ll be working our beads in the wind..

Hold a good thought for someone, or even say a prayer:you never know who needs it.

Day Two

The swelling is somewhat down a little, am following doctor’s orders, but my knee is still talking to me. Oh well, healing takes a while in your late fifties.

Kasia is trying to put her HobblesMCGee down a little, because she knows I’m not feeling that well. So we are bed buddies, moping around hoping we feel better soon.

No Good Deed….

So I was coming up the street from a neighbor’s house and a funny thing happened to me on the way from the forum…..I tripped on a downed tree branch and fell flat on on of my two knee replacements.

Kasia, to her credit, stayed right with me. The last thing I really needed was that fall. It is bad enough I am paranoid about titanium coming out of my knee. Now I have a blown up knee that the ortho called in a script for, and a bit of ice too.

Gee…hope this doesn’t keep up like this or I’ll go bananas.

Flowers of my Birthday Month-akaChristmas Cactus Redux

Reader Alexis wanted to see my Christmas cactus.

There is no secret. I don’t drown it in water. It gets mid to late day sun, and I must admit, I love the color of it.There are other birthdays plants residing here.

Have four poinsettias in residence.

It kind of makes up for no fresh tree.

Baptism by Fire

Well, tomorrow is my baptism by fire. I am going o help Matti’s and Luca’s parents out tomorrow morning by babysitting the boys for a few hours.

Now,granted, I am a Cioci(aunt) but it has been twenty years since I actively babysat, and I am considerably older. It’ll be interesting. I, as all good “Cioci” of my generation, still have a few tricks up my sleeve. The question is, what tricks my guys will have up theirs!

Big Guns

Today, as a substitute teacher, I dealt with fourth and fifth graders.

Egad!

After dealing with younger children, I now had to put on the big teacher boots.

Fortunately, I managed fourth and fifth pretty well. I have to admit it was a challenge. You are dealing with students who are 10 and 11 going on 25. For instance, in English, I worked with them on stories they were typing. I don’t know if it’s exposure to social media or what. All I know is I was a ton more innocent about life than these kids are.

I guess I’m in for an advanced education!

Pleasant Surprises

I had breakfast with thisi little munchkin and his brother and parents this morning.

My friend, Bella and her husband, Ivo, invited Jim, Kasia and myself over for homemade waffles this morning.We were pleasantly surprised, so we got ourselves over. Matti announced that I was there for dinner. At four, we make allowances but did tell him it was breakfast ,not dinner.

It’s not often we get a chance to socialize, and Ivo and Bella are the kindest people.

Sometimes, it’s amazing to get pleasantly surprised,especially by our younger neighbors.It was a wonderful start to the day.

It Catches Up to You

I am watching the funeral coverage of President George Herbert Walker Bush, 41st President of the United States. As I watch, I realize my age in Presidencies.

I was born during the end of the Eisenhower administration. I have a vague memory of the drums on a black and white television in November of 1963. I remember, either via radio or television,the passing of Eisenhower, Johnson, Nixon and Regan. It shocked me today to realize Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, and Barack Obama are the only three former Presidents still alive.

I am blessed to be an American, but even more so that my mind still remembers these historical moments. As a history major, it makes me more cognizant of the passage of time. I may never jump with a parachute as the late President Bush did, I intend to savor every moment.