Contentment

Going through the storms of the past few days, we are wrapping November up and my girls are helping me put a big bow on it- a present for the past.

Juicing is going well; physically we are doing ok. An acquaintance of mine is turning 65 in December, Mom's first heavenly birthday is in a few weeks too.
Now more than ever. I am sure this
December will be bittersweet.

Enjoy the new month!

Sad news

We got sad news today about one of the fur kids buddies

Lyle went to the Rainbow bridge, and joined other friends of theirs, such as Athena,Angel, Dixie,Nicky and the rest, who used to be buddies on this side, aka, the kennel club in our field in the mornings, especially weekend mornings.

It was a lively bunch, but we all, two and four legged alike, get older, and things like this are inevitable.

Lyle was a gentle giant who loved a treat like the rest of them and would wait patiently for his owner Chris to release his foot off a ball or stick so he could go and chase it. His two legged brother and sisters loved him to pieces and I know they are feeling the loss, as are his folks.

This news hurts my heart, particularly because it hits close to my heart, Zush.

Good night from Zush, Lyle and say hi to our other four- legged friends who are with you. Eventually we will catch up, but not just yet, OK?

Zush is ready for bed, as is her sister and me, too for that matter. It's been a rough night.

Good night.

Felt Like

When we last left the “knoble”(ha-ha)knitting and felting world, I has started on my pink pure wool scarf, in order to jazz up my leather jacket that’s black.

Well, it’s getting there.

I have to rest my thumbs now and then, but I figured I give you a current shot to show how it’s doing. It’s been sitting for a week or two, as I had picked up crochet hooks while feeling Mom around me. I started working on some acrylic yarn, but would like to actually wear this scarf sometime soon.
Here’s a general shot: next one when it’s done and felted.

100 % pure wool

A lot of grapes

“…a lot of grapes…”

That’s what Shingleman just called in from the kitchen.

We are on day 17 of juicing our one meal a day. 

It’s been an awakening. 

I for one, hate to write this, let alone say it,**whispering**… I feel good!

We have been doing kale, celery, cucumber ,grapes,lemon, carrot and apple. Our “desert” is raw I salted walnuts, unsalted shelled sunflower seeds and flax seed. We eat the seeds as if we were eating a small custard cup.

This has been an accomplishment. I think we are going ok!

You never know....

We had gotten some terrible news about a family friend/acquaintance

She was 69 years old and in the best of health and was killed in an accident while walking on this past Saturday.

Yup, you heard me right-walking.

I won’t go into details but she was hit and declared dead at the scene.
Happily married for a ton of years.
Loving Mom and Grandmom, Sister, and friend.
Busy with charities, organizations,….life, to be precise.
Gone.
Just like that.

As I always say, life is so short.
Really.

Blink your eye and a decade goes in a minute.
I especially am aware of that when talking to my nephews Matt and Gregory.

People carry a lot of baggage around, waiting for their “mojo” to effect other people around them.
Well, guess what?
The Man upstairs has the final word

Second Place

Today, I went to work. I got things ready for the weekend last night. I was ready and had everything to go...
So I thought......

Unpacking, I find we are short a magnet that I had bought for the back of the car.. Someone took it off and put a sticker there. Then, through packing, surprisingly absent is my Mac,among other things. It was on the porch.&didn't make the cut.

I guess I am going to do packing next time...**sigh**

Happy Thanksgiving

Here’s hoping you are going to be enjoying the day with friends and family!
Be safe and I’ll be back here on Friday!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Just a thought...

There were times in my life that I was sorry I couldn’t bear children. I guess, that would have been through my early forties.

Now, on the cusp of my fifty-third birthday, boy am I glad.

I was talking with my neighbors this morning and we were talking about holidays and I said about my nephews being grown. Back in the day it would be going on the train, getting to town, seeing Santa, presents, lunch, well, you know the drill. Don’t get me wrong, mind you-I love kids. The thought of this year having to go out and toy shop and all the jazz that goes with it, well, I feel like I got a break.The first year without Mom is going to be rough enough, or should I say, I know it’ll have its moments. I know she is where she wanted to be and all is good on that front. It’ll just be nice to think back on memories of the past and make my own present memories with Jim and the girls.

Eighteen years redux

I am cheating.

With the help of some editing, here’s a post from last year, brought up to date..thanks for bearing with me.

Now nineteen years ago, I was thirty-three years old. I had moved out on my own. And three months into my independence, I had a really bad lower back ache. You know how when you are hurting eventually you can get yourself into a position to fall asleep? Well, that November, I had my first 48 hours of NO sleep-the pain was that intense.

A visit to my gynecologist, who was an old guy in his late 70′s and on staff at Jefferson, revealed a cervical tumor the size of a grapefruit. Funny how as I never had any issues before in my life and here you go: what do I get butmy first one comes out of the gate like gangbusters. I was on the doorstep of stage three cancer.

Welcome to the world of cancer.

Fortunately, I had the luck of being sent down to a oncologic gynecological surgeon, Charles Dunton, who was working on a protocol for cervical cancer. I had daily radiation, chemotherapy, a radiation implant, and two weeks prior to my scheduled total hysterectomy, my pre-operative exam found NO tumor! The surgeon said he would have never know what was there, if he hadn’t been in on my case from the beginning. They had to do my surgery, because there was no guarantee the cancer hadn’t gone into my lymph nodes.One of my BFF’s, Kate, would come down from Pittsburgh on the weekends when I was in Jeff and there is no better buddy in the world…**Note to Kate-how I remember those 7th floor Gibbon visits-you ALWAYS were my rock!**

Fast forward through later cancers and health issues, loss of family members, finding my Jim, gaining two girls named Zush and Kasia, and my mother’s dementia and earlier this year, her passing.

God has me here for a reason, although when friends are suddenly gone due to cancer, I will be the first to admit the survivor’s guilt is great. I no longer wonder why I am still here. I just accept it, give thanks for it and realize a greater statement was never made than….” If it doesn’t kill you, it makes you stronger.

Here’s hoping to see you all for 20.

Thanks for reading.

Juicing Update

Well, today I finished day four of Shingleman and my journey into juicing.
It’s still going on!
It is funny that we both seemed to embrace it. Shingleman enjoys preparing it, and I help out with food prep. It is funny that you can work on a beverage for a while, and when done , actually are satisfied.
I’ll be keeping you posted…. Stay tuned!

Sometimes....

I do o.k.

I am currently assigned to customer service, and I just had a woman come in with a problem that took a little unknotting...I managed to unknot her problem and she walked away happy

Nice to make someone happy!

Vessels

…and not the ones on sea, either…lol

One of my BFF’s and I were discussing how haters try to plant information on us and use us as vessels to bring it back to the other.

I have to laugh because they really don’t know us too well.

Keep hating, haters- the venom makes you look so radiant.

I am happily enveloped by my good buds, who are there for you no matter what, and also know what the haters are full of.


No thanks-not interested in drinking “their” purple kool-aid.