OK,kids…here is the first post from the Mac Powerbook.
You know what’s funny? Once you get out of school, you say, ok, NO MORE HOMEWORK..yeah right. I had my initial tutorial at the Apple store yesterday,and now, while Jim is out with a buddy, I am reading, yes, try not to laugh please,”the manual”. What a trip. As I try to pursue it,well, I am oh so thankful for my no line progressive bifocals. It’s like, can the test get any smaller? Oh, what’s that? Yes, my eyes WILL BE 52 years old Thursday..maybe that has something to do with it.
Back in the day, Jim wasn’t used to getting a wife birthday presents and Christmas presents in the same week.
Then I turned 50. Hah! Got a smart phone, shore house and HP laptop all within one month. Nice.
In anticipation of a life after my current job, Jim got me a birthday/Christmas gift last night. I have crossed the abyss. I now own a Mac book Pro. I am an apple girl.
In other avenues, today is my Mom’s 89th birthday and I will be the first to admit that I seriously wondered if she’s see it. Thank you God, for the gift of my Mom.
It is also the 9 month birthday of my new knees….
Farewell from the undisclosed location, for now…..
My fur girls are my oxygen.
We finished Christmas shopping and went to walk the girls on Cape May Beach. It was right at the cusp where high tide switches over to low: there were a ton of shells left at the shore line, and between the baby, Kasia, running like a lunatic, and my Zosia staying by Mom while I scavenged for shells, it was the best head clearing time I have had in a long time. Although I have never given birth to kids, these fur babies give me so much love. It is hysterical to watch them run all about, and then, later, tell them to run to their Daddy(Jim), and there they went, speeding like lunatics.
It has been a wonderful birthday weekend so far, much in part to the girls and to Jim.
Love them all to pieces!
As my birthday falls on a Thursday this year, we decided to make an Undisclosed Location celebration this weekend. Fortunately for me, my brother Bob is taking my normal night with Mom this weekend so I get to go down and relax. With the way things have been going, the weekend of relaxation is a gift in itself. To be able to walk along the water and take deep breaths of the salt air is my idea of heaven.To have the girls and Jim with me? Also my idea of heaven.I’ll be able to see a few of my friends and neighbors while down there, kick back at our new Friday night spot, the Moose lodge and just take it easy….take it easy…something that has been a foreign concept to me for the past 4 years.
Below is a picture of one of the many Christmas trees in Congress Hall, which is in Cape May New Jersey.
Here’s hoping your weekend is just as bright, wherever you are…
I figured I’d beat the rush.
My godson,Greg, has been awesome sending me clips on how to knock calories off here and there without really noticing it. Well, the one thing I did decide to adapt to I am noticing, but I figure it’s time….
I am pulling the plug on ANY form of creamer in my coffee.
Call me silly, call me foolish, but I figure my heart and waistline will be co-beneficiaries of this move. The last time that I was into drinking black coffee, I was, maybe, a junior in college. So here we are, almost 22 years later, and I am going to give it a second shot.
I’ll keep you post.
I have just spent 25 minutes singing Polish Christmas carols& hymns to the Blessed Mother, but now Mom has settled down.
As her condition has been deteriorating ,I have had her in hospice care at home. I listen to the phlegm rattle in her throat as I sing.This is new to me.. No, not Mom making a vocal comment to my singing, but watching and waiting. I sit and wonder what will be.Will she be granted a gift to see her 89th birthday this Sunday?Will she see Christmas?New Years? I sat with her wondering if the woman who brought me into the world will be here for my birthday-Not that she would know the day, but will she be here? My chest is tight as I think of that. I’d like to think almost four years of caregiving has toughened me up,but obviously not.The book has been almost 52 years in the making,and all I can do is wait.
This is not quite as hard as having to tell my folks I had cancer, but it is a close second.
All I can do is pray.Any you can say for us would be deeply appreciated.
Thanks, my friends.
The picture you see is a neighbor’s house at the Undisclosed location. It is only part of his light display he puts up yearly, and the picture, I will be the first to admit, does it no justice. But it is probably the biggest piece of Christmas you will get from me.
My Mom’s mental state is down to a 4- when she first got sick she was iand 8 and THAT was severe. The best you can have is 30. I got off the phone with my brother, and we were talking about Christmas. I really don’t care, knowing the chance of actually getting a caregiver who will work is slim and none.Some things are expected, at this point of the game. Mom’s birthday will be Sunday, and 89 will be the magic number. Will she know it’s her birthday? No. Will she recognize me? No. I went to get her a birthday card and looked at the verse: would she understand it? No. So I got her a bunch( 9 pair) of fuzzy socks, as that is what keeps her feet the warmest while she lays in bed. She’ll think it’s just socks-no clue it’s a gift and that’s fine.
My godson Greg has a birthday the nest day and mine is three days after that. Once again, there is no spirit. I am just plain washed out. I will celebrate Greg’s birthday with him on Monday, but mine will just be another day, spent waiting, and praying.
So in lieu of a Christmas greeting, here is the picture of the Undisclosed Location neighbor’s lights.