A rainy 200

This is kind of a big deal for me.

Back in October, I started this blog as a therapeutic outlet for me while I watched my Mom on her downward slide with dementia.

Today, she is physically gone from me, I am still writing, and this is blog number 200. From Food network gripes, Mom, Shingleman, Undisclosed location, life working at a government agency , and, of course, my golden girls, you have been there for me and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Here’s to the next 200!

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Silent Night

All is quiet .

Pawn stars on the History channel is on tv, Kasia and Zush are dozing,as is Shingleman, who didn’t sleep well last night.

Anything so quiet is welcome because office drama gets weird, but thanks to pals like Denise,Lois and Rita, sanity still manages to hang in there with just a giggle over “White Wedding”….

“You gotta have friends.”

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Thanks

A friend of mine was talking to me briefly today about my blog.His comments had me thinking about you,my reader.

I thank all of you, friends and strangers alike, who take the time to read this. What started as therapy for me while caregiving for Mom, I write now for the therapy and the pleasure of it. From Shingleman, allergies, caregiving and other daily thoughts, I would hope you enjoy reading this as I enjoy writing it. I would hope you keep reading: I promise to keep working on it on sunny and stormy days ahead, and for now, sending out warmest wishes to you, from the Wissahickon valley.

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Changing of the Flag

My nephew, Greg, came over after class yesterday and changed my hanging flag/banner that I keep out of pthe house. It is always good to have a nephew do this for you, especially when they are 6 foot tall or over!

I had a snowman flag that went up after Halloween was over, and it stayed there for a bit. I always like to put up the snowman because I figure I am at least committed to a season and not a holiday. I am covered through the first day of spring with the snowman, and the fact that our temperatures were in the 70’s, well, the snowman had seen his day.Sometimes I can get Jim to change it, but with the shingle situation, well, I thought it was best to ask Greg if he’d help his old aunt out.

Below is a shot of Greg with the Amish buggy flag. I usually go to the Amish flag until Jim’s birthday , and then go to the Cape May lighthouse for the summer, and then a maple leaf flag for the fall.

Thanks, Greg!

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Falling apart

By looking at the picture, you wouldn’t know that Jim is falling apart.He was trying to look pleasant for the camera.

His health is suffering, the shingle nerve pain is getting to him, he isn’t sleeping well at all:how he is actually functioning on 2 feet is beyond me. I try to tell him stress aggravates shingles, yet he continues daily life as best as he can.

Keep us all, but especially Jim in your prayers or whatever-we need all the good vibes we can get. Thanks, friends!

Dad and his girls

 

 

My Jim is too funny.

Sick with his shingle pain, looking really twisted up with agony, moaning, ..whatever,….then one or both of our fur kids come along and he starts laughing. We always knew our Zush, the older gal, was our child in a fur suit. Our friend, Georgine, says you talk to Zush and she looks at you with those eyes and its like she is looking into your soul. Zush is respectful if you aren’t well. She’ll curl up next to you and be quiet company, and , once in a while she’ll give you a kiss.

Kasia, the baby fur kid,may understand you aren’t feeling well, but she’ll still come up to you, hit you on the shoulder ever so gently, and as lousy as you feel, you can only smile when you rub her belly and she stands as still as a statue. For both of them, if you stop doing whatever they like you doing, they nudge you to tell you not to stop.You can only laugh at that.

Our gifts from God- they’re the best medicine in the world.

 

Another day…

…and another day walking the girls, only this time with Jim. We were trying to get his mind off his shingles, so we all walked until we couldn’t anymore. It’s a shame because it is almost sunset, and we hate to leave to come back up.

We walked the girls on the Cape May beach for a few miles and now we just came back from a long neighborhood walk. We hate to leave, but for now all four of us are refreshed and waiting for NEXT weekend!

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