I think I should have staid in bed today. Nothing seems to go right.
Last night my hot water faucet in the kitchen started to run a steady stream of water. It was too late to call a plumber and I was not able to get under the sink and turn off the water so..........I am sure I will have a huge electric bill and a larger water bill. I called someone this a.m., waited a couple of hours and when he came he had to leave to get a washer. He could not stop the stream, in fact he said he had never seen this much water, he assumed I just had a leaky faucet. It was leaky all right. Any how, he did get it fixed, but the faucet is on backwards and he could not get it to go the right way. I don't care....at least it works.
Then I came in to check my e-mail. What to my wondering eyes did appear, but t two piles of vomit, Oh goodness, Oh dear. Seems Annie ate something she shouldn't have. Then I turned my head and three more lovely heaps on the floor. By the time I got through checking all the floors I found twelve little piles of poor Annie's insides. Bless her little heart, I have one sick puppy on my hands. She is so small I don't know where this all came from.
Well, other than those little problems, I have such a sore toe that it hurts to even feel my stocking on my foot.
Believe it or not, we all have our bad days and I really don't have too many so I can't complain. I just have to remember that "this is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it." I am and I will.
Until next time
Be kind to one another
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Interesting Day
PHASE 1
About a year ago I received an e-mail from a person named Joyce Ackley. She said she heard there was another Joyce Ackley that was a writer and she wondered if it was me. She said she lived in Florida and was also a writer. I answered and told her, yes, I am that writer. Since then we have corresponded on FB.
PHASE 2
I informed her that I was 85 and perhaps she wasn't interested in keeping up a conversation with me. She said she would love to. I at once said, "Well, I guess you are my daughter and I named you after me. She wrote back and called me Mommy. As I wrote quotations on FB each day, she would often check like, which showed up as Joyce Ackley likes this. I told her it was rather embarrassing, because people thought I was always liking my own posts. So, she added her middle initial. She now became Joyce H. Ackley. I at once wrote back and said, "Oh no, My name is H. Joyce Ackley, don't tell me your middle name is Helen." It isn't. That would have really been hilarious.
PHASE 3
I asked her for her phone number and today I received an e-mail with the number. I at once called her. What fun. I heard a lady with a sweet southern accent answer the phone and I asked if it was my little Florida daughter. From there we had about a half-hour conversation. We talked about everything from the weather, our aches and pains, our writing and men. I am so glad I finally got to meet her in person. Nice lady, nice friend, nice daughter.
Until next time
Be kind to one another
About a year ago I received an e-mail from a person named Joyce Ackley. She said she heard there was another Joyce Ackley that was a writer and she wondered if it was me. She said she lived in Florida and was also a writer. I answered and told her, yes, I am that writer. Since then we have corresponded on FB.
PHASE 2
I informed her that I was 85 and perhaps she wasn't interested in keeping up a conversation with me. She said she would love to. I at once said, "Well, I guess you are my daughter and I named you after me. She wrote back and called me Mommy. As I wrote quotations on FB each day, she would often check like, which showed up as Joyce Ackley likes this. I told her it was rather embarrassing, because people thought I was always liking my own posts. So, she added her middle initial. She now became Joyce H. Ackley. I at once wrote back and said, "Oh no, My name is H. Joyce Ackley, don't tell me your middle name is Helen." It isn't. That would have really been hilarious.
PHASE 3
I asked her for her phone number and today I received an e-mail with the number. I at once called her. What fun. I heard a lady with a sweet southern accent answer the phone and I asked if it was my little Florida daughter. From there we had about a half-hour conversation. We talked about everything from the weather, our aches and pains, our writing and men. I am so glad I finally got to meet her in person. Nice lady, nice friend, nice daughter.
Until next time
Be kind to one another
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Count your Blessings
I went to physical therapy today. Across from me in the waiting room was a woman probably in her late 30's with the most perfect legs and a pair of shoes that any woman would love to have. Beautiful heels. I haven't been able to wear heels for a few years now. All of a sudden, right in public, I had a silent pity party. Since I am a very positive person, this is very unusual for me.
As I sat there wishing I could wear heels, a good looking young man passed in front of me in a wheelchair. Wow, I thought, at least I can walk. It may be difficult for me, but I can do it.
Then an older man and a young woman sat down. I noticed that he was using sign language and I thought, what have I got to complain about. I may wear hearing aids, but I can hear. I am so blessed. I can hear the birds singing in my yard every morning and I can hear my son's voice every day when we chat, always ending with "I love you."
Finally there was a girl about l8 with her leg in a small cast and using crutches. By this time my pity party had ended. I have so much to be thankful for. I have a lot of pain, but when I look at others and think of the people in the world who are suffering, I will be like Pollyanna and play the glad game. You can always find something to be glad about if you try.
So, count your blessings as the old song says, "name them one by one, count your many blessings see what God has done"
Until next time
Be kind to one another
As I sat there wishing I could wear heels, a good looking young man passed in front of me in a wheelchair. Wow, I thought, at least I can walk. It may be difficult for me, but I can do it.
Then an older man and a young woman sat down. I noticed that he was using sign language and I thought, what have I got to complain about. I may wear hearing aids, but I can hear. I am so blessed. I can hear the birds singing in my yard every morning and I can hear my son's voice every day when we chat, always ending with "I love you."
Finally there was a girl about l8 with her leg in a small cast and using crutches. By this time my pity party had ended. I have so much to be thankful for. I have a lot of pain, but when I look at others and think of the people in the world who are suffering, I will be like Pollyanna and play the glad game. You can always find something to be glad about if you try.
So, count your blessings as the old song says, "name them one by one, count your many blessings see what God has done"
Until next time
Be kind to one another
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Remembering
It seems that the past week has been one of loss. Many friends and relatives all died, three of them in one day.
My sister-in-law, Marge, was a darling girl when I first met her. At the time I was living in Memphis, Tenn. and my husband and I drove to Portland, Oregon to meet his family. Marge was a super housekeeper and I was always afraid I might spill something on her floor, or break her beautiful china. However, she was a sweet hostess and I was very impressed with her. I have to laugh now when I think of the day she was going to take me to downtown Portland to shop. We were ready to go and she said, where are your gloves? I didn't have any and she opened a drawer filled with white gloves, picked out a pair and informed me you didn't go to town without gloves on. Those were the days.
Then there is my daughter-in-law. Her mom died the same day. I only met her mom a few times. She had Alzheimer's, was 93 years old, and was ready to go.
Then their is one of my former students (40 years ago). Darci has become almost like a daughter that I never had. Her mom also died of Alzheimer's, was 90 and was ready to go, but left a big hole in Darci's heart. She will really miss her mom.
Strange thing that all three women were in their 90's, all had Alzheimer's and all picked the same day to go. Wonder if they will meet in Heaven?
Dieing is a strange thing. I am not afraid to die, I do hope it won't be in a painful situation or a traumatic way, but I am just not in any hurry to go. Some people think when you are old your life is boring. I feel it doesn't have to be. I have so many pictures I still want to paint. So many poems to write, and so many experiences to explore before I go.
What are your feelings about death? I think you should always remember to say I love you each time you leave someone as that person may not be around later. My son and I always say I love you every time we are together or talk on the phone.
If you read my blogs I would appreciate it if you would check as a follower. I know some of you read it, but you are not listed. I just want to be sure someone is reading all my rambling. Thanks so much.
Until next time,
Be kind to one another
My sister-in-law, Marge, was a darling girl when I first met her. At the time I was living in Memphis, Tenn. and my husband and I drove to Portland, Oregon to meet his family. Marge was a super housekeeper and I was always afraid I might spill something on her floor, or break her beautiful china. However, she was a sweet hostess and I was very impressed with her. I have to laugh now when I think of the day she was going to take me to downtown Portland to shop. We were ready to go and she said, where are your gloves? I didn't have any and she opened a drawer filled with white gloves, picked out a pair and informed me you didn't go to town without gloves on. Those were the days.
Then there is my daughter-in-law. Her mom died the same day. I only met her mom a few times. She had Alzheimer's, was 93 years old, and was ready to go.
Then their is one of my former students (40 years ago). Darci has become almost like a daughter that I never had. Her mom also died of Alzheimer's, was 90 and was ready to go, but left a big hole in Darci's heart. She will really miss her mom.
Strange thing that all three women were in their 90's, all had Alzheimer's and all picked the same day to go. Wonder if they will meet in Heaven?
Dieing is a strange thing. I am not afraid to die, I do hope it won't be in a painful situation or a traumatic way, but I am just not in any hurry to go. Some people think when you are old your life is boring. I feel it doesn't have to be. I have so many pictures I still want to paint. So many poems to write, and so many experiences to explore before I go.
What are your feelings about death? I think you should always remember to say I love you each time you leave someone as that person may not be around later. My son and I always say I love you every time we are together or talk on the phone.
If you read my blogs I would appreciate it if you would check as a follower. I know some of you read it, but you are not listed. I just want to be sure someone is reading all my rambling. Thanks so much.
Until next time,
Be kind to one another
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Worry Wart
"".....do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34
I have never been much of a worrier during my life. I am a very positive person and always try to find the good in things. However, as much as I know worrying is a big waste of time, I have to admit that for the past few days I have been a foolish worrier.
For about three days as I typed on my computer, there only seemed to be three letters in the words. When I looked at them with a magnifying glass they were normal words. After three days I debated calling my ophthalmologist or just figuring it was old age. Finally I thought I would call just in case he thought it might be something. He insisted I cancel a meeting I had the next day and come right in to see him. I did, and after a few tests he sent me to a Retina specialist.
After more tests they said they were going to do an angeogram so they could look into my eye. "I thought angeograms were only for the heart, I said. The Dr. informed me they also had them for the eye. They shot some dye into my system, checked a million things and leaving me with a rosy glow, informed methat I was to come in Friday. They said they would shoot a drug into my eye that was used to treat colon cancer. I left. I started to worry. I went home. Went to bed that night and you guessed it, I worried.
My niece, who had had this procedure before informed me that it wasn't bad at all. "You are so numb you don't even feel it," she said. That's all well and good, but the thought of someone poking a needle in your eye doesn't create peace of mind.
Oh yes, I forgot, the Dr. also told me that the drug could cause a heart attack or a stroke. I guess you think that made my day. Believe me, I, who am a late sleeper woke up at 3 a.m. the next morning. You think it might be nerves? worry? Just plain scared to death? Your are right. I dreaded Friday, but Friday came anyhow.
They called and asked me to come in two hours earlier. Done. Went in, sat in the waiting room for a while and then they called my name. Grudgingly I followed this cute little nurse, her ponytail flipping around like she didn't have a care in the world. They put me in another waiting room. It was full. For at least a half an hour no one spoke. Finally to break the ice I mentioned how I dreaded what was to come. Three women piped up saying oh, they had them all the time. Nothing to it. Ha, easy for them to say. They did make me feel a little better, but I could still see that old needle going into my eyeball. Oh-------------Finally another model type girl towering over me called me into "The Room." She said, "Have you had the lemon drop yet?" Lemon drop, what the heck is that, I wondered. No. She put drops in my eye, It burned a little. Then she left me sitting again. By now over three hours had passed, I was hungry, needed to use the restroom, and felt myself getting more tense by the minute.
At last this little, wavy gray haired man with a white Dr.s coat came in and told me we were ready. He said he would deaden it. He shot by my eye. I didn't feel anything. After about a minute, little cutie with the ponytail came in, rubbed iodine all over My eye and told me not to touch my face. They didn't want any germs. As if I had germs on my hands. Ha. Then the Dr. said, we are ready. But I am not deadened. Hay, don't bring that needle near me, I am not deadened. He flipped something over my eye to hold it open , moved around me and said, "That's it." That's it? Aw, come one, you didn't freeze it. My eye isn't even deadened yet.
Well, to end this long tirade, let me just say, I thought one side of my face would be numb, No. I thought I would panic when I saw the needle coming,No. In fact I never saw the needle. This was a piece of cake and here I had worried myself to pieces for nothing. I did find out< however, this was just the beginning. I will have to have any number of these shots. But.....Ha, I am not going to worry about it anymore.
Just another day in my wonderful, crazy life. I am so happy.
Until next time
Be kind to one another
I have never been much of a worrier during my life. I am a very positive person and always try to find the good in things. However, as much as I know worrying is a big waste of time, I have to admit that for the past few days I have been a foolish worrier.
For about three days as I typed on my computer, there only seemed to be three letters in the words. When I looked at them with a magnifying glass they were normal words. After three days I debated calling my ophthalmologist or just figuring it was old age. Finally I thought I would call just in case he thought it might be something. He insisted I cancel a meeting I had the next day and come right in to see him. I did, and after a few tests he sent me to a Retina specialist.
After more tests they said they were going to do an angeogram so they could look into my eye. "I thought angeograms were only for the heart, I said. The Dr. informed me they also had them for the eye. They shot some dye into my system, checked a million things and leaving me with a rosy glow, informed methat I was to come in Friday. They said they would shoot a drug into my eye that was used to treat colon cancer. I left. I started to worry. I went home. Went to bed that night and you guessed it, I worried.
My niece, who had had this procedure before informed me that it wasn't bad at all. "You are so numb you don't even feel it," she said. That's all well and good, but the thought of someone poking a needle in your eye doesn't create peace of mind.
Oh yes, I forgot, the Dr. also told me that the drug could cause a heart attack or a stroke. I guess you think that made my day. Believe me, I, who am a late sleeper woke up at 3 a.m. the next morning. You think it might be nerves? worry? Just plain scared to death? Your are right. I dreaded Friday, but Friday came anyhow.
They called and asked me to come in two hours earlier. Done. Went in, sat in the waiting room for a while and then they called my name. Grudgingly I followed this cute little nurse, her ponytail flipping around like she didn't have a care in the world. They put me in another waiting room. It was full. For at least a half an hour no one spoke. Finally to break the ice I mentioned how I dreaded what was to come. Three women piped up saying oh, they had them all the time. Nothing to it. Ha, easy for them to say. They did make me feel a little better, but I could still see that old needle going into my eyeball. Oh-------------Finally another model type girl towering over me called me into "The Room." She said, "Have you had the lemon drop yet?" Lemon drop, what the heck is that, I wondered. No. She put drops in my eye, It burned a little. Then she left me sitting again. By now over three hours had passed, I was hungry, needed to use the restroom, and felt myself getting more tense by the minute.
At last this little, wavy gray haired man with a white Dr.s coat came in and told me we were ready. He said he would deaden it. He shot by my eye. I didn't feel anything. After about a minute, little cutie with the ponytail came in, rubbed iodine all over My eye and told me not to touch my face. They didn't want any germs. As if I had germs on my hands. Ha. Then the Dr. said, we are ready. But I am not deadened. Hay, don't bring that needle near me, I am not deadened. He flipped something over my eye to hold it open , moved around me and said, "That's it." That's it? Aw, come one, you didn't freeze it. My eye isn't even deadened yet.
Well, to end this long tirade, let me just say, I thought one side of my face would be numb, No. I thought I would panic when I saw the needle coming,No. In fact I never saw the needle. This was a piece of cake and here I had worried myself to pieces for nothing. I did find out< however, this was just the beginning. I will have to have any number of these shots. But.....Ha, I am not going to worry about it anymore.
Just another day in my wonderful, crazy life. I am so happy.
Until next time
Be kind to one another
Monday, July 4, 2011
Happy 4th
Hope you are all having a wonderful fourth of July. I guess the thing I love best about the fourth is Thomas Jefferson's statement in the Declaration of Independence: " We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness
When I was a child I don't think I was aware of the importance of this day. I know we did not have the same kind of fireworks we have today. I was always afraid of the booming noises.(two or three big booms). I was even afraid of firecrackers. My folks would set some off. Then the part I loved. Sparklers. Mama would light one for me and I would twirl my arms around my head and think I was really doing something. Even more, I loved cap-guns. These my friends and I would play with for a week or two. We were cowboys and Indians, gangsters etc. I loved the smell the caps created when we shot them.
Our town always had a parade and little kids got to ride their scooters or push their doll buggies down the street, proud as a peacock. I remember how angry my mother was one year. Whoever was in charge of the children's part glued crepe-paper ruffles all over my buggy. I thought it looked great. Mama saw one of the few really expensive things I owned ruined. I don't remember if she ever restored it to it's perfect state again or not.
On "the" day, we went to Lorin Farr park for a picnic. I remember the great potato-salad, the hot-dogs, pickles & olives and a big bag of potato chips. In the cooler we had orange-crush, lemon-lime, strawberry and cream soda pop. the only thing I don't remember is the desert. I know we must have had one.
Today, life is different. We can watch huge parades, unbelievable fireworks, musical celebrations and more and never leave our living rooms. TV has brought the would to us. Because I am old, this is just fine, but I wonder if the younger generation is missing something if they only stay home and watch TV?
I know many of my friends are getting together with friends and family and going to parks, or to the beach------good for them. For those who don't, please get out there and make memories for your children. Also, help them understand why we celebrate this day. I do see a lot of people celebrating out military and for that I am thankful.
Have a wonderful fourth, create great memories and be thankful we live in a country where we have a right to Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Until next time
Be kind to one another
When I was a child I don't think I was aware of the importance of this day. I know we did not have the same kind of fireworks we have today. I was always afraid of the booming noises.(two or three big booms). I was even afraid of firecrackers. My folks would set some off. Then the part I loved. Sparklers. Mama would light one for me and I would twirl my arms around my head and think I was really doing something. Even more, I loved cap-guns. These my friends and I would play with for a week or two. We were cowboys and Indians, gangsters etc. I loved the smell the caps created when we shot them.
Our town always had a parade and little kids got to ride their scooters or push their doll buggies down the street, proud as a peacock. I remember how angry my mother was one year. Whoever was in charge of the children's part glued crepe-paper ruffles all over my buggy. I thought it looked great. Mama saw one of the few really expensive things I owned ruined. I don't remember if she ever restored it to it's perfect state again or not.
On "the" day, we went to Lorin Farr park for a picnic. I remember the great potato-salad, the hot-dogs, pickles & olives and a big bag of potato chips. In the cooler we had orange-crush, lemon-lime, strawberry and cream soda pop. the only thing I don't remember is the desert. I know we must have had one.
Today, life is different. We can watch huge parades, unbelievable fireworks, musical celebrations and more and never leave our living rooms. TV has brought the would to us. Because I am old, this is just fine, but I wonder if the younger generation is missing something if they only stay home and watch TV?
I know many of my friends are getting together with friends and family and going to parks, or to the beach------good for them. For those who don't, please get out there and make memories for your children. Also, help them understand why we celebrate this day. I do see a lot of people celebrating out military and for that I am thankful.
Have a wonderful fourth, create great memories and be thankful we live in a country where we have a right to Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Until next time
Be kind to one another
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