Feeling It

My neighbor is 96 years old, and pretty much blind due to macular degeneration. He still goes and gets shots for it, and sits on top of the television to see Eagles and Phillies games, so maybe partially blind is a better term.

Anyway, when I am home I usually get their mail for them and walk it across the street. Today, he asked me, since it is just you and me, why don’t you tell me what’s going on. He told me the last few times I had been over, I sound like I have a lot going on.

Incredible, is what I thought. No one else would listen to my voice to hear my angst. I had a good talk with him, and came back home with some sage advice. I can only hope I am wise enough to follow it.

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Mar vs.Hydrangea

I have always loved hydrangea.

I had gotten one from Jim for St. Valentine’s Day, but we left it at the Philadelphia house. Three years ago, a neighbor was moving away and offered me her hydrangea.

What a struggle!

It would seem that Jersey creatures, not the Jersey devil, have a happy taste for hydrangea leaves. It was sad: it’s not as if they ate everything- they ate the meat out of the leaf.

Answer solved? Spraying it with Neem oil. That, with TLC helped me nurse it through.

Three years later, and, viola’….a baby blossom.

December

It’s going to be a long month.

We both are suffering body aches and poor Zush is hanging in as best as she can. I talked to a neighbor when I was out today, whose wife has been fighting cancer for FOUR years, and it seems that she is about to lose her struggle, which is so very sad, because he is a good guy and his wife is a sweetheart.When people remark when I tell them my cancer history, I am always blessed, but know how hard it is to keep going.

I watched the lighting of the tree in Rockefeller Center tonight, and remembered when I saw it with my nephew many years ago. I always give thanks for the meaning of the season, but it’s hard to stay in a Christmas spirit alone. It’s the way it goes though. We muddle through one day at a time, and as for me, I guess my Christmas gift is every time I get up at night, hear my Zush snoring gently, and am able to swing two legs out of bed and stand up. My birthday gift, yes: it is my birthday month, is the ability to spend every precious day with my girls.

They are the best pharmaceutical for me.I thank God for them!

Ode to a Kitchen Aid Mixer

When I was single, I treated myself to a Kitchen Aid hand mixer. I mean, I wasn’t looking for doing any major baking, so a hand held mixer would work well.

It worked very well, and served me for 16 years without fail.

Until tonight.

My neighbor who is from Eastern Europe and a young mother was telling me tonight that her husband’s birthday is Sunday. She doesn’t drive and was walking back with her son in the stroller from the grocery store, where she bought fixings for a cake. I asked her what kind . She said chocolate. I asked her what kind of frosting…she said, ” I am going to melt some chocolate and butter and drizzle it on the cake.

I introduced her to the world of 10x sugar and the classic buttercream frosting. I give her the empty bag from the sugar I used and told her that it was the basis of what was in the bowl I gave her.She seems happy to get it, and I told her it was my little contribution to her husband’s cake.

In the midst of doing the icing, my beloved Kitchen Aid died.

**sigh**

It goes without saying that I may be going on Amazon as soon as I post this to get a new one.

Hahahaha…A day off.

Since I have resumed a part-time life in the work world,I was looking forward to today and tomorrow, as they were my days off.

I cashed out my till last night and was informed that I graduated cashier training.Great, I thought, since I was hired to work in the BAKERY, not register.The next question asked to me was if I was willing to work tomorrow from either 11-5 or 2-8…**sigh**…so I took what I perceived to be the lesser of the two evils, 11-5, and have resigned my self to sucking back my day off,aka, TODAY.

It’s a beautiful day here and the girls and I have been enjoying the cool breeze.Jim actually got a break from the computer and went out and did the lawn, since it is a nice day.We went down and saw our friend Georgine and the girls adored laying on the soft green grass in the shade.I only wish I could bottle this breeze for August.

Here are some shots of the girls enjoying the shade.Thanks for reading.

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The joys of a GI diet

So today is day number 4 of my bug from hell.

The diet has been Utz pretzels,wonton soup,ginger ale,and,later sprite. Yesterday, I added banana,wheat thins,and apple sauce to the mix.Yum.**not**..lol.

It is bizarre for me to even not want to think about food, but that has been the way of late.My kind neighbor actually made us a pot of turkey noodle soup, as we have unfortunately been reached the sharing the bug with your spouse phase.

The bright side, if there is one,is I haven’t seen this weight in a while.

This is not the way to do it, though, and I sure don’t recommend it.

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It’s Fun and Games until Bath Time.

I took the girls to the beach today. I had walked them down to the waterfront street and then Zush started to cry a little. I knew what she wanted…swimming.

We have a little neighbor, Olivia, who is a 45-year-old midget**translated, she’s 5 years old.**She was there with her parents and she loved swimming with Zush while Kasia stayed with me at the water’s edge. Then, Olivia wanted to walk Zush on the beach, so Kasia and I accompanied them. An hour later, I had to tell Olivia that it was lunchtime for the girls, in order to get them home.

That’s when the fun started. I had to give the girls a bath, and it was their first here.Needless to say, swimming was fun, the bay was fun, and then? Ugh. Mom had no fun, that’s for sure. It was good, though, because they are both sweet-smelling for our visit from Matt sand Kat.

All I know is one thing-we all are tired and ready for bed.

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