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April 16, 2015

A Rose is a Rose


My apologies to you all.  I hadn’t known that I was writing negatively.  I hadn’t realized that I was sharing my tiredness and feelings of age with everyone here.  I hadn’t even known that I was depressed. 

Folks would ask me how I felt, and my response was often, “Old.”

I’m not feeling at all old this week.  I’ve discovered the trick to climbing stairs with a little verve: lifting my right leg very high.  I’m feeling fiftyish rather than eightyish.  I’m doggedly doing my workouts in the morning pool.  I’m doing all my leg, hand, and shoulder PT in the hot tub.  Next week I might be cranky as I am beginning another series of visits with the dentist, but I won’t be feeling old.


  • Himself:  Almost has his voice back.  At work full time yesterday and today.
  • Herself:  Calling dentist today.  Eye Doc tomorrow after work.  Toes today.  It’s ok to pamper myself.
  • Reading:  Rereading “The Great Railway Bazaar” by Paul Theroux.  Politics date it, but it’s still a good read.
  • Balance:  Letting someone else do my toe nails.


  • April 14, 2015

    In Focus


    The last PT for the shoulder yesterday.  I’d given that last exercise list to G thinking it was a receipt.  Now that I’ve found it again, perhaps it needs to be laminated.  I’ll take it with me to the pool every morning. 

    Somehow this last week, I’ve been feeling more positive about myself.  I climb stairs with more verve, clean up after myself with a dash more pizzazz, laugh more often at myself, and have more fun with the day to day stuff.  Stuff be me.  Maybe it’s the sunshine.

    Perhaps in the end, when one thinks of oneself as an artist and photographer, it’s nice when one has a camera that works.






  • Himself:  Home and in bed a second day with no voice at all.  Sticking to his diet but adding leafy greens and berries.  No gym and lots of sleep.

  • Herself:  Post pictures to Facebook, pool, clean, keeping good friends like Seedys in my thoughts, laundry, no meeting, laundry, nap and blog.

  • Reading:  I rejoined the “Mystery Guild” as I have gotten tired of not seeing all the latest mysteries at Costco.

  • Balance:  Feeling that smile inside.


  • April 12, 2015

    One Donation, Two donations, Three....



    She read a lot, and she loved Christmas.  All her caring friends knew about these wonderful habits of hers.  They gave her books, and they gave her a little something every year for Christmas.

    She had no children, and her husband was long gone.  When she was in her 90’s, she had to be placed in an assisted living home by a nephew.  They donated all her things to the local Discovery shop.



    She cared for the people who gave her the books.  Inside many of them, I found notes in her tiny cursive hand: from the Parsons.  To Glenda from the Andrews, Christmas 1978.  From Charles 2013.  Only a few of the books had grown mold or dust, and I was charmed by all but the broken spines in her ten giant boxes of books.



    Across the room from me and the masses of books, was one of my favorite sorters.  She was standing in front of the Christmas ornaments going through one container at a time.  There were ten boxes packed to the top.  Most of these too had notes with them.  The sorter saved the notes, and I was amazed by the variety: From Peter’s Construction, From G Shell Design…but the price was still on it.  Perhaps she bought this one.  Another pink Post-it told me that the Crystal Tree, Night Lites and Crystal Reindeer were all purchased in 91.  All these, and many were tiny things, were dated.  Some were bought or given in the 1960’s, and others were far newer.



    She sewed too.  And there were dolls.  Did I mention that the furniture was to arrive today?  We are very grateful to the folks that remember the American Cancer Society with their donations.  Right now we have two part time, paid staff, and everything else is run by volunteers.  All our profits go to cancer research. 

    Thank you for remembering us.




  • Himself:  Ran the ComboFix a second time out of Safe Mode, and it worked.  The computer started right up this morning.  Off to Costco shortly for more protiens and TP….how romantic is that.  Dinner tonight with Dr. Jim, Business Meeting, Meeting, and home.
  • Herself:  Glad I have a computer again, eating more things than I should, life is good.  Picked up my big garnet ring from the jewelers, that G got at an estate sale, where the solder in the back came apart.  They cleaned it too.  Very good day yesterday.  Follow G around today.  Stop by the store and look at those patterns as they are in my size.
  • Reading:  Nothing….wow.
  • Balance:  Spending a few moments meditating and a few more doing my PT.


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