So when you think things are really low, little surprises pop up to change your day.
My nephew Greg is here for a much anticipated visit. It actually is nice to have my family here for once. We played Monopoly and went walking with the girls.
When we had come in, there were some parcels delivered.One was an early gift from my friend Duch. It was something to help me keep things in perspective-a red baseball hat with a dog on it and it says “Tail Therapy.”
Then I got two great cards from my bud Juls- one for my birthday which was so lovely and a barking card for Christmas! It was nice to feel loved.
Appreciation is highly underrated.
If it was age, heat or what,Zush has not been in a good walking mood. I would assume that she is probably hurting, She goes out to take care of business and then turns me around to come back.
The Kasia says to me,”Don’t be sad, Mom: I will walk with you.”
So After I hang our freshly washed sheets out on the line, Kas and I will be going out to get a little exercise in this heat.Zush, smart girl that she is, will stay on her new bed and in the air.
It’s just a little bittersweet not to take both my girls out.
There’s something about the joy of dealing with the kindergarten class.I am sure that it has something to do with the age.Sure, all kids, especially boys, like to flex their muscles but it is the teacher and aide’s place to gently put things into perspective.I can honestly say that when I have the chance to work with them, my day is awesome.The older kids already have their ways set and don’t really, well,maybe, rarely,listen.
Give me the little kids everyday.
We have officially gotten to the point where the weather has said good-bye to the 50 degree global warming weather, and we are in the 20’s and 30’s, and looking down the barrel of the gun of the even cooler weather down here. The wind says hello…ALOT.
I washed our sheets today and it is the unfortunate time to put the polar fleece sheets on the bed.We each grew up in row homes, then made our way to twin homes, and the home we are now in is a single, raised off the ground.When the wind comes down the street, well, it says hello. The problem with the polar fleece sheets is you really go through a lot of moisturizer in order to make sure you are comfortable through the night. The good “Bad” thing about it is that when it is a really cold morning, you really don’t want to get out of bed, because you are nice and warm.Also, as we are in that arthritic stage, keeping the body aches warm make you feel pretty good, at least as far as we are concerned.
I grew up with flannel sheets, and I really don’t think Jim had them until we got married, and flannel sheets are good. Friends say to me that I don’t see HOW you can ever sleep on polar fleece because it’s too warm. I usually go back to the old axiom of,” That’s why they make chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. Everyone gets what they want.”
…with the exception of folks who like coffee ice cream…lol.
Well, normally I could catch White Christmas on actual television the night before my birthday, but this year it seems not to be.It’s kind of weird, as there are a lot of years I missed SNL so I never heard some of this stuff.
I am thankful for having another year under my belt.I am so grateful that Zosia has made it through a medical up and down year, and is still hanging in, and that Kasia is more of a love bug than I ever could imagine.I am happy that I almost have a full year of city retirement under my belt.I am thankful for my family, and I miss them: things would be good if I got to see them more.
Most of all, thanks, Gentle Reader, for hanging in for another year of my posts: you are appreciated more than you can imagine.
So I am retired,now, right?
It’s a holiday weekend, right?
I can’t believe I made time to do this, but I actually worked on some Christmas cards today. I don’t know what came over me.Maybe it’s the fact that I have this desk that really isn’t as large as I have had in the past and I thought, maybe working on them, I’ll make some room.
I flashed back to growing up and remembering my Mom sitting at the dining room table addressing Christmas cards.Jeez, even she waited until the first weekend of December.I am having company next weekend, so I guess, that also played in the back of my mind,so I would have time to hang with my buddy from my teens, Margo.
For some reason though,realizing I did this today made me think of how OLD I am fortunate to be getting. I just wish mentally, I’d feel a little younger….
“I was twenty-one when I wrote this song.
I’m 23 now but I won’t be for long.
Time hurries on,
And the leaves that are green turn to brown.”
I’ve quoted this song before in a prior blog.It has gone through my head today as my oldest nephew who lives in Minnesota is 39 today.
Where does the time go? I am retired, he is married and has two boys of his own.I used to go out and see him during the winter break from college.He was such a cute little guy and is a handsome man now.
It is so funny going into the retired chapter of your life. I thought I’d be retired, and I end up working.I thought growing up I’d be a Mom, and I have to fur children who I wouldn’t trade for the world.I never, ever thought that I’d be A cancer survivor let alone a THREE cancer survivor, thank God.
Time does hurry on.
I am thankful, on this thanksgiving eve, for every morning I get up with two feet on the floor. I am thankful for my family, but most importantly, I am thankful for my friends.