A Long “Weigh”to Go

The allure of the water is deceiving. You figure you are at the ocean, bay or whatever. What do you forget about?
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POLLEN.

I have been doing longer walks with Kasia trying to burn up the calories. Now the problem is I have a pocket full of Kleenex I have to deal with while handling Kasia and her paraphernalia.

Sure, the flowers are a beautiful sight, and I always appreciate the view of them after the snow of winter.

I try to be good to my body with as much holistic medicine as I can get ahold of during allergy season. I figure that to throw chemicals down my throat isn’t really the relief I am looking for: as a matter of fact, I feel it is an invitation for y0ur body to start trouble where it currently may not have trouble. While I am doing the calorie counting, I feel more in tune with my body than I have in the past couple of years. So, for example, when I am congested, I use a saline wash to clean my nose out. That simple act puts the YOU in user friendly.

Well, speaking of walks, it’s time for my buddy/training partner, Kasia, and I to go and get some fresh air in our lungs and hang out together. We’ll hopefully enjoy it and come back worn out.

Stormy weather

It must be spring.

Noses are itchy, eyes are watering, and all of a sudden, someone yells,”TORNADO”.

It is a beautiful time of the year. I get to weed out the garden, put some caladium bulbs in and work on the other seeds. I actually have feet that are sandal worthy.I am fortunate in that I have weeded out a ton of older spring clothes and thus, my wardrobe choices are limited for now, but that’s ok.

I have the sandals out and the last Thursday, had the girls out at the bay and came back with a wet sock and a wet sneaker.The key here is being bay friendly for everyone, both Momma and girls.

We are looking forward to the peace and quiet on Mondays through Thursdays, as the shoobies come down and it gets a little more noisy.That’s ok, though.

We live here!

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Weather or not..

I have always considered myself a big city resident,
albeit in a smaller area of it; that is, I didn’t
live downtown.

As a resident of this city I have been cursed,since 17,
with crappy sinuses.It was always sinus colds in
winter and summer, with a chaser of allergies in
spring and fall.

As I look up out the window, I see a front that is
trying to approach.I didn’t have to look up to do
that-the sinus headache told me so.

What a gift….lol

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Tired

It was a little difficult, but I am fortunate enough to have this to complain about…I am beat.

We left Undisclosed location at 9pm, and even then got in shore traffic. I know: I am lucky to have the Undisclosed to come up from. As I get a wee bit older, crawling into bed at11:30 means it’s rough getting up in the morning! A double cup of coffee today was of little help. I think pollen and allergies had something to do with it, but when you have to take medicine ,well, it’s what you have to do.

Hopefully an early night tonight will help me play catch up.** fingers crossed**

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Storm is a-brewing…

Below is a shot from out of my middle bedroom …. A front is coming up from the south, I certainly hope so because as you know by now..heat is not my friend. Hopefully, my wheezing and hacking will get knocked out, along with the pollen, with this storm..

Funny, because AMC had ” The Perfect Storm” on when I came home from work….I always loved the story and effects that went into that film, and, of course, George Clooney is easy to take….lol

Umbrella, anyone?

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Floral and fauna

Back in the day, it would currently be spring. What I mean is it would be 50-60 degrees in the daytime, and maybe high 40’s at night.

Now, thanks to global warming, the spring flowers are all bloomed out, and we have seemingly jumped into summer planting of impatiens, dusty miller and marigolds. Well, I managed to plant at Undisclosed and here, but this summer weather?

I miss my spring coat.

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Monday, Monday

So here I am after Jim’s big birthday weekend on the morning train: believe me, if there was a chance to take today off, I ‘d have taken it.

Pollen is not my friend today. I look like I have 3 sacks of coffee under each eye and have the hack to prove it. Oh well…the things we do for our loved ones tire you out for what you have to do for a check!

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Cooling off

Thanks to environmental factors, spring has been non-existent this year, which has been something par for the course.Add insult to injury, both here and at Undisclosed, both streets are torn up thanks to water main work.

This translates into the taste of dirt mixing with heavy pollen in my mouth and nose every time I go out with the girls. I know: really attractive, right? Pollen and allergies are working overtime, so if you didn’t sound like you were coughing your lungs out, well, you do now!

Recently it got a little cooler, and Mother Nature treated to some pretty floral sights. Thanks, Old Girl… Appreciate it!

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Wishing it were over…

…and I could wake up on Monday.

One holiday that always was tied in to my upbringing and childhood was Easter. There was always the Holy Week services, walking down the hill with two or three of my classmates on Good Friday and we would go to all five of the parishes in the area and say a prayer. As I got older, I helped a few friends decorate the altar for Easter Sunday and pin the grave that the crucified Jesus would lay in on Good Friday and get the side altar for exposition on Holy Thursday and through the weekend.

On the secular front, when nephews were younger, I would go to the local confectioner in town and get everyone an Easter egg, including my Mom, who was a coconut creme girl.I would always buy my Mom a white hyacinth for Easter, kind of in homage to all the Easter processions I walked in as a kid. My brother Bob would always get her a grape one. My Dad, when he was around, always got her an Easter lily. When I was in high school, my brother would bring home a horseradish root which was divine. See, it was as if it were homeopathic we would take turns with the grater and a bowl while sitting on a stool on the front porch and we would grind our own horseradish. Who needed decongestant? Bobby and I both still have Philadelphia sinuses, so we didn’t mind.

When I was a younger, the Polish tradition dictated that we are up early Holy Saturday morning, as the priest would be coming to your house to bless your Easter table. You would have a carved butter lamb on it, Easter basket, your kielbasa, babka, which is Polish cake/bread ,your horseradish, farmers cheese,hard-boiled eggs, salt and pepper, wine and oil and vinegar on the table. All had some significance for the Risen Lord. As we got older, we took the baskets, and my brother still does, down to church to have the food blessed.

For six of the past ten years, I would have an Easter brunch here for my family, and then go to Jersey to one of Shingleman’s sister’s for Easter. The past four years were quiet for me, as I was watching Mom with Bob. It was the best, and saddest time with her, as her faith was steadfast, but you knew there was an expiration date that you just couldn’t see yet.

I really don’t know how I am going to get through Sunday. Yes, I have the memories of my Mom, but when you go with other people, they really don’t care HOW you are feeling. For all they care, your grief stopped when you put your Mother in the ground, It’s not that easy. Somehow, I guess I am going to have to try to get through it, wishing instead I could be alone with memories of Mom. I just hope people will leave me alone, as things have been on the edge for both Shingleman and myself, and we are shot. We are good actors, because when people see us, they don’t figure it out. Our smile goes off as quickly as it goes on. We have both been through a ton since the holiday, and, quite frankly, we are still going through it.

I would happily trade places with the younger me who walked in Easter procession in 1967. The current me is so deep in emotional loss that it almost takes my breath away, as it is that intense.

“You can’t go home again.”……if only I could.

Lovely to look at…

..not delightful to inhale.

As I have gotten older, something I never really had an issue with has come back and bit me with a vengeance… POLLEN. The mean part is that I love flowers. I love flowering trees. What I don’t like is the 9am sitting at my office desk putting a frozen ice pack in the corner of my eyes because my tear ducts are so itchy I want to scratch them out. I hate the inhaling of  what feels to be a gallon but is actually a few sprays of saline to unblock my nose. I loved Easter. I loved hyacinths, daffodils and the like. What I can’t tolerate is hearing on the television is the side effects that seem to be recited for almost three-quarters of the commercial while going 65 MPH  for any allergy treatments. Anyhow, I figure that I have enough issues that I have to take mandatory medications for that I don’t need to throw over-the-counter on top of. I have become one of those people who actually looks for the pollen report on the weather channel…..

Pass the saline spray, would you?