Springtime Sunday

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It is a gorgeous day today, and it is Easter Sunday to boot. Kasia and I have already had one longer walk and as soon as I post this, we’ll have walk number two.

Jim is already out, as he likes to do a really fast walk, and Kasia and I tend to move too slow for him. I am getting her out for the second walk because we have to go up and see Jim’s family that is ninety miles northwest of us. I want to get Kasia nice and tired out, and it will also benefit me, as I’d get the exercise too!

Enjoy the day and make the most of it.

Savor every moment!

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Farewell, Stas

Around 8 months ago, I reconnected with a friend of mine from grade school. His name was Stan, or Stas, as we in Polish school called him, and he was a good guy. Back in the day, he was a bit of a handful in the classroom: in future years, we learned that possibly he was an ADD student, although I don’t think it was really diagnosed as such in the mid 1960’s.

I was with an acquaintance in a local bar when Stas walks in with a blond. It was the late 1970’s and it was the first time I saw Stas since eighth grade graduation. We shared some laughs that night, Stas left with his blond, and that was the last time I actually saw him in person.

Time goes on; we work, we meet people, we date and marry. Usually we would have classmates, albeit a few, at our ceremonies, as we were a tight class. You know how it is though, people drift in and out of your life.

I didn’t realize I would meet up with Stas via Facebook. I just assumed he was off work for disability. I mean, he really wasn’t talking about work. Instead his health was deteriorating. Stas had cancer, as I found out from his son. I had mailed him a card to tell him of my health history and how I prayed, listened to the doctors, and managed to pull through cancer three times. I left him with I would keep him in my prayers. By the time he got the card, his girlfriend messaged me to tell me Stas got the card and appreciated me getting in touch with him.

His son, Scott, posted about Stas’ passing last night on Facebook. It was a bittersweet and touching post, put something I would have expected from his son.

I looked back on his Facebook page and found a post from the end of January. He simply posted.” I’m scared.” That broke my heart when I read that.

Rest in peace Stas. I know you will have them laughing up in heaven.

Goodnight, my friend!

It’s a Family Affair

Jim’s Mom and sister Kathy came down to spend some time with us.

I know Jim enjoyed having them here, as we are a healthy drive away, and by spending the night, the time is much more relaxed and enjoyable. We went to Mass together and out to eat. Kathy and I had the girls out for a walk. Tonight we had some movie time complete with popcorn. Even my mother-in-law had fun.


She met her friend Joe, who is a buddy of Jimmy’s. They always enjoyed talking about old times. She is 98 and Joe is 94. It is always great to take in their conversations and perspectives on things.

In all, a good weekend.

Caregiving, again

As I put a ham steak in the grinder to puree it for Zush, a thought struck me.

How many people I have taken care of through the course of my life.

Grandparents, parents, pups, husband, friends…how many people I have had to puree for them because of teeth extraction, digestion issues…how many people I had to have applesauce or pudding on hand for to slip pills into.The worry that sticks with you when the pill doesn’t go down, or you find it in the side of a bed or on the floor.

There’s a lot to be said for caregiving.You are doing it for people you love.

It gives a new meaning to the term bittersweet.

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Wedding in the family

My nephew Matthias is marrying his fiancée Kat tomorrow.

Whoa!

Where did time go?

I was twenty-eight when Matt was born.We have been through”zoomie cars”, stray cats, the family, school, the shore, my cancers,the National Weather Service, Atlantic City train trips,college acceptance….and now, a wedding.Hell, it’s only a nephew:he’s not even my son, although we always were close.

I wish the two of them all the love and patience they need for a happy and long marriage, and above all, may they never feel, as my late father-in-law used to quote:

“Marriage isn’t a word,it’s a sentence.”LOL

Congratulations!

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Betty Crackpot

Hanging in a little later tonight, watching Iron Chef America in order to have baked goods cool.

Yup,
Betty Crackpot is at it again.

We are having a Shingleman family gathering, to honor his late Dad’s memory. My sister-in-law is helping me with putting a meal or two together for the gang. The problem with baking is keeping Jim away from the baked goods. This time I made an almond pound cake and chocolate chip cookies. Something about a boy/man in a kitchen for longer than normal-all you hear is a quiet munch…. 🙂

“I only ate the broken ones.”….famous last words!

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