I just got back from visiting my parents in New England. My father has severe dementia and barely recognizes me, and my mother is becoming more frail and declining cognitively. When I get a phone call from the assisted living facility where they live it usually means that something is wrong. Lately it’s been my mother. She had been in the hospital after a fall and was going to a rehabilitation center. I had to convince her to go, so I wanted to go and provide my support. I try to make the drive without stopping often; one stop usually does it for me. I fill up the gas tank, hit the bathroom, and grab a drink or a snack. On this trip I was nearly out of gas when I saw a sign for Newtown/Sandy Hook. I can’t explain exactly why that had such an impact on me, but it did. I pulled off the highway. After filling up with gas, I headed down the road to see the school. Continue reading
We rang in the new year quietly with a mildly alcoholic drink and a movie. No late night parties for us or big celebrations in a bar or hotel ballroom. Maybe it’s because we’re not in our twenties anymore or just that we enjoy being at home with our canine friends. Whatever the reason, we were satisfied with our quiet evening at home. We are at the point where we didn’t even have to explain to each other why we spent our evening at home. Our priorities had changed. Continue reading
A blogging award, oh my!
Most people who blog do so because they want share what they write with others. Hopefully, bloggers also get something out of it. That something is usually related to an emotional need to put idea to (virtual) paper, or to have a record of our innermost thoughts that we hope someone else in the Internet universe will enjoy. We have many choices and probably thousands and thousands of blogs to read. I watched my readership rise slowly, from onesies and twosies, to dozens. So, I was surprised and pleased to be nominated for The Liebster by Laura Bruno Lilly at http://laurabrunolilly.com/blog/. I love to read Laura’s blog. She feels like a kindred spirit. Her artistic pursuits and deep faith resonate with me. She has a curiosity about people and places that I love. Continue reading
One year ago I wrote my first blog post. At that time I was embarking on a new life in a new town. We had packed up the car with our two dogs, and left DC for Pennsylvania. How have I spent my first year outside the office? Well, let me tell you, it hasn’t been boring or mundane. The journey has begun.
Let me count the ways.
I gained a new appreciation for sitting quietly by my peaceful pond and do nothing.
I put in a backyard garden and understood how hard it was to successfully grow food to feed yourself and your family.
I realized that not only did I not miss getting up every day to dress for the office and embark on the morning commute, but I didn’t miss spending the day in the office and keeping the boss happy.
I cultivated an eye for wildlife all around me: Mallard ducks and woodpeckers, rabbits and deer and chipmunks and butterflies. I learned to be patient and wait for them to come out and show themselves.
I got back into the practice of cooking not because I had to but because I wanted to.
I lingered in local shops to get to know strangers who became friends. I let down my guard and learned that trust is easier than it seems.
I left the house without locking my door and didn’t think twice about it.
My blood pressure went down, way down and stayed low.
I stopped worrying about things that didn’t matter.
What about year two?
Now that I’ve taken a look back, what’s in store for me in the coming year? One of the things I started with at the beginning of the year was genealogy research. I started a project of finding out more about my family history just over a year ago. Then life got in the way, most importantly, both of my parents, who are elderly, began to decline and became more frail. We had to clear out their house to get it ready to sell. I found a few of my relatives and connected with my second cousin who live in New Jersey. My year two plan is to start the work of adding more leaves on the family tree and get it in a form that I can share with my relatives and for those who come behind me.
I want to write more, beyond the format of this blog.
My backyard garden project continues, with failures and successes. Before the season ends I need to map my garden on paper and catalogue what worked and what didn’t. Over the winter I will begin the task of planning the garden in a more scientific way, putting planting dates on the calendar, starting seeds indoors, and investigating ways to prevent pests from destroying my zucchini and eggplants.
We have travel plans in the next twelve months and beyond. I will be blogging about that.
I want to try at least three new things. Stay tuned! No, I will not be jumping out of an airplane or bungee jumping. I will be planting fruit trees, spending more time outdoors, and getting creative.
Want to join me? What new things do you want to try?
As you know by now I have a vegetable garden. I also have a large backyard, something I have never had in the past. This time of year it’s a lot of physical work. Where to start? What are my priorities? How do I overcome obstacles? To make a long story short, last week I came down with some bad poison ivy. It started on my face with a swollen eye, and slowly broke out all over the rest of my body. Each day was a new surprise: my torso, the back of my legs, my back. The doctor had a miracle cure called Prednisone. I’d like to invoke another analogy in this post about our presidential race. Sometimes when I read the news it feels like a poison is spreading all over our country. We are told to hate, to fear, to fight back, and to mistrust. This too is popping up just when you least expect it. The cure is more complicated than a daily pill. Continue reading
There is an old adage that says absence makes the heart grow fonder. I was thinking about this recently because my husband is away for a while. When he travels he says that I don’t miss him, while he misses me. That isn’t exactly true. What happens is that I adjust to him being away, which in my book means that if I think too much about missing him I have a harder time during the separation. Continue reading