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Random 5 – Conference calls, folding chairs and Hey Macarena !

I regularly think of random things.  That’s how this brain works – – in the car, at night, during conference calls …   Too much swirling around to stop randomly weird things from popping in & making themselves at home.

1 )  Weekends .. when I have no deadlines and no reasons not to sleep in .. I don’t.  Nope.  I’m awake early, rolling around, flipping/flopping till finally I just fling the blankets off and stomp to the coffee pot ~  I see the early clock and sigh because this is the stuff weekday dreams are made of … but no, not me.  I’m up.  Up!

2 ) I read this quote recently and claimed it:

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.  ~Atticus

well if that doesn’t say it all!

3 ) Three weeks ago I went shopping for a reclining beach chair – the kind you can use in your backyard or at the beach (the one I never go to unless company is in town).  So I set it up in on the patio, stack my books and an Arnie Palmer then haul out 75+ sun block, a fly swatter & a water spray bottle.  I lay down a towel and carefully climb on in ~ instantly the thing folds and I am trapped in it like a finger in a clam shell.  What the?  I carefully get out, adjust the settings and give it another go.  Klang – I’m folded up in the stupid thing like yesterday’s burrito.   Hubbs, leaving for golf, steps out to find me tangled up and sputtering.  He gently asks if all is well?  I smile, say nothing, and stomp past him with the folded chair over my shoulder and proceed to hoist it into the trash, stomp back, drag two patio chairs together and affix myself between them.  He smiles and waves good-bye (smart man).    Yesterday I went looking look for a replacement — well now that SCHOOL SUPPLIES are out …….. the 2-3 beach chairs left have been relegated to the back corner with the 50%-off garden supplies.  It’s mid July.  What happened?

the crappy one was like this but not as nice

4 )  They tend to come in cycles but lately there’s been an influx of annoying recorded spam phone calls to our house phone — “Hi! This is Tiffany from blah-blah-blah services” (insert the words travel, credit card, rewards, cruise ship where I had the words blah-blah-blah).   I like to answer and, while the recording is going start talking gibberish.  Calls end abruptly and my stress wanes. Highly recommend it.  🙂

5 )  We’re about to start a months-long project and with it comes weekly check-in calls ~ time to break out the  Bingo card:

How about you?  What have you shopped for lately that was suddenly “out of season?”  Notice an influx of spam phone calls?  Ever play conference call Bingo?

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Random 5 – Mom looks, phone calls, traffic, forgetting and Pearls

We’re halfway through May ~ wow!  I’ve been traveling so much that I was halfway through April when I realized my desk calendar said … March.  And wouldn’t you know that, ever since my last post, I’ve been craving Penny Candy?  🙂

I’m not here as much anymore, sorry, but I do read your posts when I can, and I think about writing. I really do.  I just … well … 10 & 12 hour work days + night meetings + copious travel and … yeah, you get it.   Something’s gotta give … and this g-a-v-e.

But a few randoms caught my attention lately and I thought “those would be great for the blog” – so here we go.   Random 5 on a .. gulp .. Wednesday.

(1)  Mother’s Day was great – relaxing – joyful.  The boys came and went, chats were had, hugs and presents were given.  Didn’t need anything fancy – just them.

… and we laughed about the power that IS “the Mom look”

( 2 )  Is it just me or has there been an uptick in anonymous calls?  Home, office and cell phone.  Hey, pal, if you can’t even announce who you are, I’m not answering.  This isn’t 1974 when no calls were ignored …!

( 3 )  My face.  In traffic.  Every day.  Except I’m dressed.

( 4 )  Did this the other day — walked around looking for my glasses which were on my head.  Geez Louise.   Have you gone to the basement and walked around wondering why you were there?  Came back up only to remember?  Gah!

( 5 )   An Auntie shared this photo recently of Dad’s mother, Grandma Pearl.  I get my naturally curly hair from her.  She was a marvelous cook ~ her pan-fried burgers with sautéed onions were to die for ~ and her baking was out of this world.  Sometimes she let me help – such a privilege!  I had the good fortune (and prior planning – wink wink) to be over for a noontime visit she’d invite me to stay for lunch with her and Grandpa and, before lunch even started (translate feast) she’d hand me a plate and ask me to go pick out baking for dessert — in the basement she had a freezer full of baked treats – gingerbread cookies, short breads, “Aunt Mary’s cookies,” home-made donuts, tarts, bars and more.  Any lucky grandchild carrying the plate could simply tip-toe down the gleaming white stairs to the baking freezer, crack open the lid and take our pick from the plethora of homemade goodness that lived there.  Setting the selections aside as we enjoyed lunch together, the treats would quickly defrost.  After lunch, Grandpa would dip spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee/cream, they’d quietly nibble their selections in the midst of  the clatter my stories must have generated.    When I see her face, I’m transported to the summers of my girlhood — pigtails, my pony tucked in the barn or a 10 speed right at the front door.  I feel again what I’d always known to be true.  Something they didn’t speak of, you had to be there to feel it.  Loved.

This picture taken in 1923 ~ 94 years ago ❤️ Pearl was 19. Her only daughter passed away on Mother’s Day ~ hard for us but a gift to her.  An Emjayandthem (C) Photo

 

What’s new in your world?  Did your Mom have “the Mom look” down?  What picture or fragrance transports you back to your Grand parents?  Do tell!

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Trips, kids and canvas tents

Hubbs and I are back from our warm-weather vacation.   All I can say is … ahh!  Blue skies, warm sun and palm trees everywhere.    Our smiles couldn’t be contained.  It. Was. Wonderful.

Just landed – so many palm trees!

The resort we stayed at was sprawling – over 300 acres – so we rented a golf-cart  –  most evenings found us cruising around the resort, stopping to park at a random beach, to take in a walk or just sit and enjoy the view.

walkway to the beach

Headed back to our villa one evening, we came upon an older couple so Hubbs slowed down to ask if they’d like a ride (we’d rented a 4-person golf cart, the smallest available).

“No thanks,” she said, “We’re just getting our exercise.”

“Damn right I’d take a ride!” he exclaimed and hopped on, cane and all.

Meet Norm and Ginny from Rochester, New York.  Seems he’d had hip surgery and they were indeed out for a walk but he’d had about enough of that.  He asked where we were from and what brought us down this way  ~ when we said it was our 25th anniversary they both cheered us on and Norm said, with a wink, “we’re married 60 years and you know what? It only gets better from here!”  Sweet people and lots of fun, too.

We soon settled into a routine – up early to sip coffee in the screened-in balcony and watch boats slip in and out of the marina.    We’d finish up leftovers from the night before and head down to our pool around 12:30 ~  many families visited and so many  were busy with littlest ones wanting their attention.  “Dad, watch me.” “Mom, watch this!” “Dad!” “Mom!”  ~ when parents would comment on our lack of littles we’d just smile and say “been there, done that.”

Truth is – watching the excitement in their kids took us right back to when our boys were small.  Going to a pool – any pool – was such a big deal — and we’d pack and carry treats, floaties, noodles, paddle boards, diving materials, goggles, etc.  Watching the little kids at this pool – how they all run – everywhere.  Even when a parent shouts “NO RUNNING” there’s that quick walk-run that all kids do, they just can’t help themselves.    The more things change the more they stay the same.

Ahh

Hubbs and I spent our time together talking, laughing and enjoying the get away.  During our conversations, we discovered a shared loved of camping when we were kids – setting up that canvas tent in the backyard and having a friend or cousin over.  The night began early but the shenanigans didn’t start until well after dark – or after parents had gone to bed.  He lived in town so his adventures including hopping fences and swimming in others’ pools ~ mine including saddling up our ponies for a midnight moonlight ride.

We both remembered the excitement of the canvas tent waning around 7:00 a.m. when temperatures inside approached 600F.  Panting and sweating we’d emerge and head to the house, surely waking parents in our quest for food.

So it was comical yesterday, during Easter dinner, when youngest boy brought up how his girlfriend wants him to go camping and he wasn’t so sure. She exclaimed, “I love camping and I think you would, too.”

I caught Hubbs’ smirk when he encouraged them by saying, “You should do it, and make sure it’s a canvas tent!”

Sunrise view from the balcony

It was wonderful to go away. It’s great to be home.   And now, we’re plotting our next adventure and no it does not involve a tent!

And how was your week?

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Strong Women, Grey Ties & Valentine’s Day

As a girl, Valentine’s Day was celebrated with a school party, card boxes, ice skating and moms visiting our classrooms.

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As a teenager, Valentine’s Day was celebrated with a boyfriend if I had one and avoided if I didn’t.

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google images

As a young married woman, Valentine’s Day meant cards and flowers – for a while, anyways.  As our relationship evolved, romantic gestures were replaced by thoughtful ones.  Things you can’t buy in the store: taking out the trash; filling my car up with gas on a snowy day.  Running his vehicle through the car wash then detailing the inside myself. Folding the laundry left in the dryer; bringing in the groceries.   It’s the little things  ~ but they’re helpful and kind and nice.  And there’s a flow and a comfort to it that I love.

In my 50’s I don’t wait for someone else to make me happy ~ I make myself happy.

get-your-happy-on-quote-1You see I learned it from her:  My mother was a strong woman and my role model  – 100lbs of dynamite ~ she calved calves, trained horses, wrangled 5 kids, a husband, a 1/2 acre garden, 2 dogs and 14 cats.  She rode in trail rides, taught 4-H and Sunday School, balanced the books and Chaired the Board.  She always got out to vote, once taking the tractor to the highway to catch a ride to the polls. No muddy roads were going to stop her!  Not much ever did!

Mom wrangling a Thanksgiving turkey in 1963 - mother of 5, do-er of anything she set her mind to. An Emjayandthem(C) photo

Mom wrangling a Thanksgiving turkey in 1963 – mother of 5, do-er of anything she set her mind to. An Emjayandthem(C) photo

Like she did, I go to bed when I’m tired,  take a nap if I need one and I stay up late when I choose to.  I make room for the things I love – books – and never apologize for the space they occupy.  I have learned how to say “no thanks” to stuff I don’t want (or want to do) and “YES please!” to the ones I do.

Years ago Mom bought my sister & I that novel about the guy with the grey ties  ~ She made it clear she had no intentions of reading it and quipped “you can handle it” with a snort.   The two of us traumatized our grown kids by leaving it out on end tables.  The comments of horror from my nieces and the looks our boys shot my way were so worth it.  That was her point, to stir the pot and to remind us we always have a choice.

I chuckle remembering how Mom and I joked that if a good looking, rich man came near us with a grey tie, he’d find himself in some deep do-do.

God, I miss her.

So this Valentine’s Day I wish you this:

  • I wish you the courage to make the leap you’ve been pondering,
  • I wish you dreams in technicolor,
  • I wish you the conviction to change what’s not working, to stop worrying about what others think and to do the things that make your soul sing.
  • Time’s a-wasting and, per the wisest woman I’ve ever known, the only hero we have is ourselves.

 

strong-women

 

 

 

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Random 5 Kitty Friday

Here we are already, February.  Wasn’t Christmas about 6 days ago?  Holy wow!   Here are some randoms from my world, with kitties helping to tell the story:

1 )  Return packages.  I don’t love shopping (except maybe Christmas shopping) – but I do love – l-o-v-e – online shopping.  Amazon is a favorite – and also a wormhole.  I can get lost in there for days.   Recently – for an upcoming trip with Hubbs – I ordered a couple of new swimsuits to try on in the comfort and privacy of my own home.  Too big! Yay – so  back they go for exchanges.  So I used the pre-paid return label that came with and sent them on their way about 10 days ago.  Checking the status today it appears they are traveling back via  bicycle.  Geez Louise – at this rate I should get my new suits after the trip.     Below is me watching a tracking # – Oy.

learning kitty

2 )  Like I do every winter, I booked in for a massage a couple of nights ago – There’s something deliciously decadent about stepping into a warm, dark room in the dead of winter, snow lashing at the windows, and enjoying a hot stone massage.  I had a new experience – this one didn’t hurt – not the massage itself (they shouldn’t ) – rather me & my muscles the next day.  Why?  With 25lbs of fluff gone after banishing grains -I have very little inflammation now – an UNEXPECTED BONUS!  Whoop!  Today – I feel like this little guy!

alert kitten

3)  Winter Trade shows – ’tis the season for Home & Garden shows, Boat shows, Camping Shows, Golf shows etc.  There’s a Woman’s Expo every year but I can’t ever get any women friends to go, too.  Wanna go with me?

time to explore new things!

time to explore new things!

4)  Speaking of time to explore new things ~ this is also the time of year that I get restless.  Maybe it’s being inside so much – and it could be the lack of sunlight.  For example, in  January I am pretty sure we had 423 days without any measurable sun.  The sun shone brightly two days ago and everyone in my office went from this:

sleepy-kitten-cute-kittens-9835304-450-301to this:

peeking kitten

5 ) The weekend’s here – brunch with Grandpa & the Elders tomorrow – Super Bowl  Sunday – time to rest, relax and enjoy.  Who’s ready?

stretch kitty

Me! Me! Pick me!

 

  • No kitties were harmed in this post!
  • How about you:  Do you get restless in winter? Is there any sunshine in your neck of the woods?  Have you been tormented by the pace of a return package?  What’s on tap for your weekend?
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Purse protection and shoulder straps for cars

purse-tips

OK, maybe it’s not quite that extreme but that picture has a lot of truth to it: case in point. When I was in my 30’s I always carried a cute little *functional* purse – small, easily worn across my body, etc.  But then, as I got older I needed more stuff- glasses for one- and my purse grew in size to accommodate everything.   Skip to my late 40s and next came smartphones, heavy and not small, and well those have to fit somewhere, too.  Plus a portable charger.  Lipstick. A magnifying mirror because no woman – no matter her age – wants to look like the old lady who put her lipstick on in the dark.

lipstick

Somewhere in that timeframe purses with cool pockets and places for debit cards appeared – so well designed you didn’t even need a wallet anymore.  But too small to hold my other *stuff.*  Last year we learned of the need for RFID protection because someone could stand behind you at TJ Maxx and steal your card info and life’s identity from your cute little sectioned wallet-on-a-string.  Risking all that while trying to buy an $8 throw pillow – gah!

So now I have an teeny tiny wallet with RFID protection that holds cards and ID only – there’s no place for money – guess we’re not supposed to need that?  And it doesn’t fit in the cute little compartmentalized purse so back up to a bigger purse I go. Then I add my glasses, car keys, phone,  charger, lipstick, mirror, band-aids, pen, grocery list, mints and pocket-sized note pad and you can see why – when I hit the brakes or turn too fast – scenes like the one above are entirely possible.

Maybe I should just get a shoulder strap for my car?

muppet laugh

**So ladies, what’s in your purse?

**Men, if you’ve ever wondered what’s in there – well now you know.  We’re not just ready for any emergency, we’re ready to defend our identity, clean up a spill, mend an injury, read fine print, call 911 and look our best doing it!

 

 

 

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Random 5 – Christmas Vacation awaits

It’s almost here! Christmas vacation – so close I can taste it but don’t dare spend time thinking about it for I know I’ll be lost in dreamland if I do.

Soon we’ll step away ~ the ache in my shoulders serves as constant reminder of the need for some down time.

Our boys and grands and daughter in law and girlfriend will be here Friday night – we’ll nosh on appetizers and home-made treats, play games and tell stories. We’ll pop Christmas crackers and open presents and for just a few hours my heart will feel like it could burst.

We downsized this year in more ways than one:  Yes a smaller house but now there’s smaller everything – Christmas Eve will be just Hubbs and me, youngest boy and his girl – a whole new experience yet cozy and I hope, delightful.  Christmas Day winds down to just us 2.  What a change – no more bed-head grands tumbling out wide-eyed and bushy tailed.  They will be back at some point but there’s other family to see and that’s OK, too.  Hubbs and I will linger over brunch and later watch a movie, we may doze in our chairs, who knows.

Just the topic of Christmas vacation elicits so many conversations between us; for growing up in two different countries we share many similar memories:  Late nights at Aunts/Uncles,  sledding with cousins, and dinner at Grandma’s  on Christmas day (1pm sharp!).  Then “lunch” at 4:00 with skating-sledding-sliding-snowmobiling- all that snow, to follow.  Days later – time off to enjoy our new things, figure out board games or learn new skills – wood burning, pottery sculpting or jewelry making kits – those were all the rage in the 70s even if our finished results were less than spectacular!

Random 5 – after a rambling – ready?

  • Assorted chocolates.  Remember being a kid and someone would bring a box of chocolates to the family party?  Sometimes the treats were good but often times not.   Hey what’s this? (( big bite )) Ewww — orange marmelade swirl! Gag, retch, blah. Or how about hey what’s this one? It looks promising, like maybe there are nuts and caramel inside …. Nope, foiled again.  Strawberry cream delight!  Glach!  What is this? Is this mayonnaise?  Toothpaste?    Flash forward 45 years ~ I was gifted a gourmet box of chocolates this week.  Where are they?  In the office lunchroom. Nope,  after all those years, I do believe “you never know what you’re gonna get.”  My office mates are happy and I’ll take a pass, thanks!
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no thanks

  • Yesterday I found myself awake in the middle of the night – too many things racing in my head. At 4:00 a.m. I got up and made a list, thinking that would help.  Wrong. At 4:30 a.m. I started the coffee and showered, and was at the office by 6:00.  Arriving in the dark I laughed out loud because 1) I had my security code with me but 2) not the outside door badge.  Sipping my coffee I decided to give the outer door a try – voila it opened.  Sometimes what made perfect sense at 4:00 a.m. doesn’t translate so well later.

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  • Last minute Larry’s.  This is a phrase I’ve coined for the co-workers who’ve had the same project or looming deadline as I have – we’ve had it for weeks but they always arrive skidding to the finish line expecting me and others to save them. Nope.  Out-of-office is going on and your boat is yours to save.   How’s that for Christmas spirit? Ha!
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Amen said the choir! Google.images.com

  • Leisurely reading – I’ve almost forgotten what that feels like.  Yes I’m going plant my face in a book and not come out until the coffee’s gone. I hope it’s howling, snowing and blowing all the while.  I hope while I’m tucked in there, sipping coffee and reading, relaxing and enjoying.   I hope. I hope. I hope.

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  • Pauses.  It’s important to pause.  Pause to give thanks, pause to savor Christmas memories in the making. Pause to listen to little ones.  Pause to hug the big ones. Pause for kitchen kisses.  Pause in traffic to let someone in.  Pause to shut the door, breathe, and turn it all off.  Pause to allow for wonder.  Pause to know good news is soon to come.

 

Merry Christmas to all! 

 

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It’s not the grief, it’s the longing

Six years ago I registered for this blog site – 6 years!  My very first post involved lessons learned from Mom – you can read it here.

Man, I miss her.  She was my “go-to” person on so much but especially politics.  Oh the conversations we’d be having right now!   She’d snort, I’d laugh and the two of us would conspire like school girls.  I remember her whispering to me once that “none of the other kids read like you and I do” – now some siblings do read, a lot. But the way she said it makes me grin because I know she saw herself in me.  I couldn’t be more proud of the similarity.

This is the same woman who gifted me (and my sister) a scandalous book about grey ties. She had no intentions of reading it but told me, “You can handle it.”  I know she did it to scandalize us… and it worked.    The two of us horrified our (grown) kids by leaving it out on end tables.  The looks my  boys shot my way were worth it.  That was her point, to stir things up and to remind us we always have a choice.  God, I love her.

I’m lucky to have had someone so feisty as my role model.  Someone who didn’t let her gender define her. Someone who slung her purse over her shoulder and leaned in as she marched forward, even when she didn’t know the script.  We talked about this often, how as women we do more – we’re expected to  – be more, accomplish more just to earn a seat at the table.  We often talked about “not having the playbook” and her response was always the same, “you’ll figure it out, kid.” And I did.

So I think I’ve finally hit on out why conversations around me  of late have left me bored: It’s the lack of layers. The surface talk. Not having her intelligent interjections to both jar and delight me.

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
― Stephen King

 

What conversations do you miss having?

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Travel, rain and Kiss the Girl

Rain, rain go away, come again some other day.

Remember singing that as a kid?  I do.

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Although there were many times Mom sent us kids out to play anyways – and we did, our rubber boots splashing through the water, leaving welts in the mud below.  Laughing as we rode bikes through puddles, legs straight out trying not to get wet but not caring if  we did.

I was in Denver last week and was startled by how baked everything appeared.  Trees, grass, fields – everything – was crunchy, brown, and dry.  Locals spoke of record summer temps and I believed them.

The experience made me appreciate our Great Lakes humidity even more.  A lawn that’s still green even as leaves change to red and gold.

My eyes dried up and my skin dried out.

I drank my weight in water.

~ But ~

I had Disney hair!

My natural curls relaxed in the absence of humidity and my hair was flowy, bouncy and – gulp- cooperative.

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Fa-la-lee!

 

 

  • As a girl, my favorite part of Sunday was watching “The Wonderful World of Disney” after supper. You?
  • When’s the last time you went through a climate change and how did your body (or hair) react? 
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Working out & Tacos

  • Hubbs and I had big plans for this weekend.

Big plans.

  • He was going to organize the garage so I could start parking inside.

Never happened.

  • I was going to sort through benefits statements and file them away.

Never happened.

  • We were both going to work out.

Never happened…

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  • But we did have tacos.

Man, I feel so accomplished! 🙂

How’s your weekend?  Any intentions get scrapped?

 

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Random 5 … Wednesday: Fans, Joy and Margaritas

I’ve been traveling a lot this month – and packing – so not much time for blogging these days. Here’s my Random 5 on a random day .. Wednesday! 🙂

1 Hubbs and I spent 3 hours in a Home Improvement Store recently. 3 Hours.  3 hours, picking out mirrors and door pulls, knobs and faucets. Somehow our marriage survived and as we unloaded stuff into his car we laughed when we realized we forgot some of the 60+ things on our list.  He ran back in with a (shortened) list while I waited in the car.  Unloading at our new-to-us house later we laughed again … it was then we realized there were still more things we’d forgotten. The excitement of new paint and faucets made the confusion worth it.

Hubbs changed a light bulb this week. He's my hero! :) google.images.com

Hubbs changed a light bulb this week. He’s my hero! 🙂 google.images.com

2 Last week’s travels took me to the Ann Arbor area; I remembered Hubbs’ H.S. friend lives there with his wife.  He and I met once, at their H.S. reunion, but I’d never met her. Somehow I knew we’d hit it off.  I knew we’d make a great connection – and we did.  We met for lunch and us two Geminis may have dominated the conversation.  🙂  So funny that our hubbies are both Virgos!    I continue to say YES to new experiences and new people; doing so has sparked great joy.   Cynthia, a dynamic and engaging Leadership Speaker/Trainer/Motivator/Searcher of Joy, also blogs – read her take on the experience here.

does this spark joy

3 Oldest boy is getting married in a month; I’ve been so consumed by work, travel, house stuff, sorting, packing, tossing, etc. that I haven’t had time to think about a dress.  Yesterday I knew it was time.  The journey through Department stores must have resembled the flight of the bumble bee but eventually I found a dress I loved.  My criteria are these: it must: 1) fit, 2) flatter, 3) move and 4) allow me to dance.  This one hit all four 🙂  The store was warm and it was a humid day and, after trying on 50+ dresses, I could feel myself start to heat up. Standing in line at the checkout counter I put my readers up on top of my head. When it came time to read my bill I found my readers had steamed up.  Welcome to Menopause – Nature’s way of telling you you’re hot, just not in the way you used to be!

I could live without heat but never this!

4. Speaking of hot, had to laugh at this memory:  in college I shared a house with several girls. I had a spot in the basement which was perfect for me because I worked two jobs and went to school full-time – I slept in 4 hour increments and that basement was cool and dark.  Ahh.  But this – this hung over the washer and dryer:

Hello!

Hello!

5   Last fall I had a small health scare (for more read Angel Kisses) so, this Spring, I did all the necessary follow-ups.  Well whatever they’d seen last fall was still there so new tests were ordered.  Except that the new test was not one I was willing to take ~ it involved an inject-able dye that I am highly allergic to.  Two – count ’em – two doctors tried to talk me into it.  Nope, not doing it.  “But we can give you steroids first to counteract any reaction you may have; the chances of a reaction are small..” Nope, not doing it, already had a reaction once, chances are I will again, find something else.  Finally a third doctor saw the logic in my thinking and agreed.  She ordered a biopsy which I did Monday.   Everything’s OK, thank God, but while lying on the table at the Cancer center (like that’s not daunting enough!!) I commented that we don’t need that pretty country scene to stare at … we need some hot men.  The nurses snorted when I suggested Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid but I think I’m on to something.

butch cassidy and the sundance kid

Later, after the procedure but before my last mamm-0-slam of the day (I’d already had about 10) they offered me a warm blanket.  I suggested they offer Margaritas instead.  Skip the “Serenity Now” pictures and bland coffee, when we’re getting our girls pinched, squeezed, and needled, we’d appreciate a little visual pleasure and some liquid courage, thankyouverymuch.

Strawberry or Lime? Your choice, girls!

Strawberry or Lime? Your choice, girls!

So that’s been my last couplea weeks.  Crazy, busy, hair-on-fire most weeks but still going 🙂

** Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads this weekend!

Happy Father’s Day to Hubbs – a Dad who can take all the teasing 2 boys can dish out … A Dad that a 5-year-old boy loved long before his Mom had courage to, a Dad who welcomed another son 2 years later but gave them both the same last name. A Dad who learned the hard way that brothers can be taken from us so we should treasure them while we can.  He’s a Dad who taught them to love and respect their Mom and to “find a girl who reads.”   He’s the Dad who cried before I did as we picked out songs for oldest boy’s wedding next month.  To quote him “Touch my boys & I’ll kill ya.”  You can see why they nicknamed him “Clint.”

boys & dad

~ the Bear and his cubs~ An Emjayandthem(C) photo

 

 

 

 

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Remember her

I’ve written consistently about cleaning: cleaning out cupboards and sorting through friendships ~ deciding which to treasure and which to discard.

I’ve written on how learning to say “no” has made room to say “yes.”

To that end, there’s been a shift again, and I feel it.  There’s an obvious one currently, a re-organization at work, and re-organizing at home.   At work I’ve got new peeps to account for, and new generals to account to.  That’s fine, it’s what I do.  And, for the most part, I’m doing all I’ve done with the addition of – you guessed it – more.  At home, renovations on the new-to-us house are coming along and there’s a move in our future, sometime in June.

In the meantime I can feel it ~ chaos swirls. Sleep evades and my mind spins.

My solution?  A day off.

Tomorrow I’m stepping away –  No schedule.  No phone.  No people.

Instead, sunshine, green grass, books and lemonade.  Later a shower, the scent of sunscreen lingering on my skin and patio conversations with Hubbs.

Today ~ I’m not just remembering~ I’m reclaiming – her.

 

remember her

Can you see yourself in this post? When’s the last time you stepped away?

image from photos.igougo.com

** Happy Memorial Day, my 8th as a citizen**

 

 

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