Go a”weigh” Mr.Cough

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I had to make time to sit tonight and write this post out. Jeez, I have been busy.

Knowing it is May and the semester is almost over, I have been working pretty steadily, thank goodness. I actually subbed for a Spanish teacher and subbed a gym class. Who’d of ‘thunk” it? Eighteen and a half pounds lighter, they ask me to sub a gym class and I said,”why not!”

I find it amazing that I have found a little more confidence in myself that I’ve had of late. I am fortunate to be in a position where I am appreciated for working, my students call out to me in greeting which I never had in my previous position. It is truly a novel experience for me.

Incentive to keep losing the weight? You bet I have it. I would have never handled a forty minute gym period before. Now, I am in there with the kids, and they are cool with that.

The major problem? TIME!

I come home from school EXHAUSTED. Remember that I have gone from pre-kindergarten to sixth grade in no time flat. Kasia deserves her time out, and she needs to be fed. If I have nothing for Jim for work, I have to come up with something so he can eat at work the next day. If I am at school, I need a lunch for me and also something for dinner. As I type this, I have clothes in the washer, as Jim needs a clean uniform shirt and they only gave him two. I try to sit and discipline myself to write the blog, but I need a shower and dinner and bed.

It’s good being tired, but this lingering cough is making me miserable. I know I need to be in touch with my physician, but those of you who are in school know making a personal call is frowned upon. In the meantime, I have stocked up with sugar free cough drops. I know my lungs need to be clearer and this tree pollen is just making my wheeze more pronounced. Perhaps I can squeeze a call in on Thursday. I NEED to make that call on Thursday.

This cough has got to go a”weigh”.

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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!

Fit Bit Zip, circa 2016

For a year plus, I have done my fit bit zip, and with the exception of illness or surgery, I have worked it every day.

For 2016, I have decided to start recording what I am eating on the Fit Bit program. I used to do behavior modification and had success when I recorded my food.

Health gets taken for granted by a lot of people. I am going to make the effort to get healthier to enjoy my retirement.

Life is too short! 

 

Friday five

Haven’t done a Friday five in a long time so here goes.

I am grateful for someone taking a chance on my nephew Greg. He’s got a summer job that pays! Congrats, Greg!

I am grateful for our vet: the girls are crazy with heat & itch.. Dr.Simpson to the rescue,

Thank God for the Food Network. They have been my sanity clause that has kept me going during this insane time in my liife.

Domicile Deux has one perk. Around the house, there is a wall with all rosebushes on it. My Dad always planted roses… I miss them both!

And as usual, I am grateful for you, dear reader!

Enjoy the first day of summer.

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Can’t swing it

Loss is loss is loss.

Sure you leave one house and have a new house in the offing doesn’t mean that going through the
house of your late parents, the house both your parents passed in, well, for one party it is
the house that you have more loss in.

People who still have family or never experienced the sense of loss that I have will
never swing the feeling I am going through. Perhaps it is something that only women
my age have experienced. I mean people go and leave their home and go away and have
no trouble experiencing life. Maybe it’s just a question of having this occurrence that
happens to me know pulls me ‘down the rabbit hole.”

Let’s up I can get up again.

Clenching of the jaw….

Things are really amazing in life, you know?
You can go from 0 to 60 MPH in a heartbeat.

Then, in the next breath, you get news that old buddies are on the verge of their last heartbeat.

Please hold a good thought for us as we get caught up, momentarily, in life’s speed up.

Hold a peaceful thought for my old friend, who managed to become diagnosed with cancer in
the seven years since he retired. He is losing his battle, and may his trip be a
peaceful one.

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No Drama Zone? **cleaning off glasses**

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There has been enough drama rolling around here.

One of my BFF’s, Denise, had to fly out to Hawaii in an emergency with her husband. Her Dad has died since she got there.

Another BFF, Cynthia, had a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer and allegedly the surgeon got it all: they aren’t giving her any chemo or radiation.

We are trying to craft our way through the property to get it ready to sell.

I have a headache that won’t quit…and it takes almost nothing to rest my eyes but for a minute and catch my head wobble over to my desk.

Here’s hoping your day goes a little smoother.

Here’s hoping my head gets a wee bit better!