With a baby there are sleepless nights, diapers to change and constant feedings. The mess they make is contained to a relatively small space. With a helpless, aging adult there are sleepless nights, diapers to change and the challenge to find ways to feed them adequately when they've forgotten how to use knife and fork. …
Years ago when I lived somewhere else and was gainfully employed at our local university, I was at a "Support Staff" meeting where employee labels were being discussed. There were "Faculty", who were pretty much the stars of the show. (oh yes, just ask them!) There were "Administrators" with power to hire, fire and make big decisions. They went …
I've been playing with the camera on my phone this week. One daughter-in-law posts clever collages on Facebook and another posts nifty black and whites. I've admired their pictures and wondered how they do it. All I can say is it's amazing what you find out when you slow down, take a little time and …
Some days the ground must feel like sand or mud or sludge to you. Your feet shuffle and stumble and stub up against things. Some days you ask me if you need permission to go outside, or if there's a sign-out list, or who it is you need to pay for breakfast. I know you rarely remember, but you used to take …
Yesterday I retrieved a new voicemail from my phone. Because I'm one of those people who often saves voice messages, and because the 21 day time limit had elapsed, it was necessary to cycle thru all saved messages to get the new one. Normally, without listening, I just press 9 to save and move on. For some reason, I listened to each one. …
Day Six I followed the van thru my neighborhood streets… streets I knew by heart. Wynooski makes a sharp veer to the left. I remembered that slightly “out of control” feeling as each son learned to navigate that curve in early driving lessons. Suddenly, unbelievably, the van missed the left turn and smashed into a …
Continue reading 31 Days of Aging Grace ~ Dazed and Confused
Linking today with Gypsy Mama where one word is our prompt... write for five minutes, no over-thinking, no backtracking, no editing. Here we go.... ................BRAVE I don't know what's out there anymore... it's fuzzy and gray. How can I be this old and suddenly not know where I'm going. I like to plan... to have a plan. …
It takes me awhile to process things. I "mull", I debate inwardly over and over again, which is why I am just now coming to terms with January 1st. January 1st was our family Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years all rolled into one. A lot of expectation for one little day. It was the day we had most of our kids and …
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