My Dad grew up during the Depression. The family couldn’t afford a lot of stuff, so he grew up knowing what a “treat” was.
One thing my Dad enjoyed was an occasional soda. The thing was his flavor range ran the gamut. Coca cola, Seven-up, but the real favorites were Black Cherry Wishnak, Island lime, A-Treat half and half, and Pennsylvania Dutch birch beer.
So today,while shopping on my Saturday, I felt him with me. This one’s for you, Dad.
I take a flip fitness class on Wednesday night.It is designed for all levels,even for those who might have to exercise in a chair.The idea is to move your body off the sofa.
I was feeling pretty lousy before I went and wanted to go. Due to the cold weather, we didn’t have a full class but we had fun.The best part is that I know I’ll sleep pretty well tonight, and when I leave the class, I feel as though I have some motivation for the week.
Things change, and as things go on, and sometimes change leads to depression, I feel better when I go to class, and am thankful for the opportunity to attend it.
What is it about the rain?
Farmers and their families pray for it, when it rains too much, people get depressed, and people in Seattle have a ton of it.
We have had rain last night and today. The earth gets so scorched, so how can you not be happy to see it?We still go out and the girls and I go for our walks, but we are definitely doing a lot of inside stuff so far. Jim and our friend Mike are out, so I made some chocolate chip cookies for them when they come in. I even went out and got my hair down today…so for people who say there is nothing to do in the rain, well,..
…there’s always something!
It’s November and edging closer to the winter, and I barely made it out of October.
We had issues with Mom’s electric and gas heater last month which got straightened out, and all is good, as she is hanging in there. The issue, as the holiday gets closer, is who watches Mom for holidays. My brother has two sons. I have my husband and in-laws.As many times as we would have tried, it was always difficult oto work a holiday with Mom.My brother tried bringing his family up to Mom’s one year, but she really wasn’t cognizant of anything, so that was the end of that. You acknowledge that things will no longer be how they used to be,and it does make you sad, but basically,it just becomes an issue of sitting there taking care of Mom when it’s a holiday.For the past three years, people are wishing you Merry Christmas and you are anything but merry.
As a caregiver, it’s awfully hard to be upbeat on a daily basis. So be forewarned. I’ll have a rough couple of months until after New Years.
Bear with me,ok?