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Thursday, February 23, 2017

My First Time!

She didn't ask me for help.  But I wondered...  what is so interesting about putting a bunch of little pieces of plastic together?  

She had been quiet for the longest time.  It all seemed like work to me... but I had to know, what did she see in it?

And so I sat down at the table with grand-angel #1 and started to pick out some of the Lego pieces for her that she needed.  These eyes ain't what they used to be but I did my best.

While she was busy reading instructions, I snapped one of the pieces that I had found into the place that it belonged.  I was proud.  She smiled big.

The hands are like the eyes.  Not so swift any more.   But still, I was finding that I could do it (with a little direction and encouragement from the nine-year-old).

"Grammy, we are spending quality time together and making something...together" she said.

My heart swelled.

Sometimes life gets so hectic and busy that we just forget what's important.

Sometimes we look at a big ol' bag of little tiny pieces of plastic and think...  it's not worth the effort.

Sometimes we hear the words we need to hear that encourage us.  And we become stronger,  more self-confident and inspired.

We couldn't finish it all in one night, but when she returns, we have a mission...  Scooby needs his car and we will not drop the ball.  It can and will be finished!!

Dear Diary,

Short Stuff came to visit.  She forgot to go home and ended up sleeping here all night.  She shared cookies at night and pancakes in the morning.  It was the best 24 hours I've had in a very long time. 

And now I must rest.  Gracie.

Friday, February 10, 2017

Wednesday, February 1, 2017


So are we all ready for spring next month?

In October, when clocks are turned back I tend to clam up inside.  My feelings at the time are: for the next five months I need to find a happy place.  I need to hang on to the side of the ship so if the storms toss it around a bit I will stay put.

The days get short and the night gets long.  The gray skies seem never-ending.  Still, I look for happy.  I find it in the faces of my grandchildren.  Movies and popcorn.  New TV series where we watch three and four episodes a night.  A glass of wine with dinner.  Scented candles.  Halloween fun.  Thanksgiving gatherings.  Christmas joy.

And then, a new year rolls around.  January is cold and heartless, but the end is now in sight.

Which brings me to where we are now.  The first day of February.  The promise of spring and longer days.  Tomorrow that pesky old groundhog will say yay or nay for 6 more weeks of winter.  But in my heart, I hear the song of robins in the not so distant days ahead.  And I will likely not have to look far to find my happy.  It will be there when I open the blinds in the morning.

And Gracie, you too will be happy... right?

Yea.  Well, about that happy.  If you promise me a walk every day and double my treats... then I will be happy.  Whadda ya think?

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

First and Last

My philosophy has always been, if it's not broken don't fix it or if you are not having a problem, don't go looking for one.  The following procedure I did finally for my husband who has been bugging me to do this ever since I turned fifty (so many years ago).

I am usually a rule follower.  But this particular morning (Friday) of last week, I broke that tradition and I refused to finish this extremely nasty concoction in prep for my very first (and only) colonoscopy.  

Nothing but liquids the day before the procedure.

Then, 8 PM dose number # 1 of what I call THE POISON.

Gag. Burp. Yuck. Eww.  Blah.

I barely got it down.  But when I did, I felt as though it would not stay there.  After it settled, I started drinking the fluids.  40 oz to be exact.  Then I waited.

All HECK broke loose about two hours later and I felt as though a bomb exploded inside of me.  It was not a pretty sight.

No sleep was expected that night so you can imagine my delight to have nodded off for a good 45 minutes before urgency sent me flying to the john in those wee hours of the morning on Friday.

4 AM came.   I stared at the cup.  Part two of the prep.  The 5 ounces of POISON.  I sipped.  I gagged.  I chocked down another swallow.  I sipped some more.

I had heard that the prep was the worse part.  My doctor said it was a piece of cake, not to worry.  This, why I do not totally trust doctors.

I took another sip.  My stomach began to churn and bubble up.  I concluded that I was not going to be able to do this.  At that point I thought maybe I'd do what I refused to do earlier.  I googled.

"Don't take the stuff!"  "It made me violently ill!"  "I was sick for days..."  and the negative comments went on and on.

But still.  I had 4 oz left that I must finish and I better hurry because by 5 AM I needed to be finished the POISON and 24 oz more of water!

I felt like such a failure.  I wasn't even able to finish half.  I decided I'd call the surge center in the morning and let them know I just couldn't do it.  It seemed a shame since I was more than half way there.

No worries.  I guess I was prepped enough, which made me think...  the second dose of that POISON was over-kill...  and speaking of kill, I thought I'd die if I had to drink one more drop.

 At 8 AM the nurse blew a vein and tried again to get the needle in my hand to hook me up to the IV.  Finally success.  A talk with anistheseology and a brief waiting period and before you know it the team of nurses were telling me to roll onto my side and then everything faded.

I opened my eyes to good news.  I passed the test.  I was barely able to stand to dress but they shipped me out the door and I was soon home and the nightmare was behind me.

No nightmares for me.  Only sweet sleep.  Gracie.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Opinions. Facts. Facebook. Disagreements. Left. Right. Yadda~Yadda~Yadda

Once again, Facebook has become a battleground for political argument.  And yes, I get sucked right into the drama as I feel the need to share my opinion and thoughts as well.  

I respect deeply everyones right to their own opinions, thoughts, beliefs etc.  So I rarely share my 2 cents worth on someone else's fb post if it goes against what I believe is right and true.  Let them have their own circle of friends high-five them on what they believe to be right.   Who wants argument!  

If the posts that I share are offensive in any way to anyone, then I would hope that the opposing opinion would unfollow me.  (I learned this is possible last year after it was too late - when I un-friended 3/4 of my Facebook friends because of political differences in hopes for a more peaceful Facebook experience)   Un-friending leads to hard feelings and sadly,  relationships with family are affected.  Now, if I do not want to see a friends posts, I just un-follow them.  Still friends. Just in disagreement about some stuff.  Absolutely no hard feelings.  (Forever learning!!)

I like Facebook though.  It's a place to share prayer requests, news, thoughts, photos, and yes... even opinions.   It should never get ugly.

One might say, I go by facts only.  But really...  will the media be honest in reporting facts or will they slant the story to make it juicy?  We should never let media news be our final enlightenment.  I'd say...   dig a little deeper if you want truth.


Though sometimes I put my foot in my mouth, I try to choose my words wisely when I post.  As is in today's most recent post:

So maybe there is something I am not understanding. I just watched a news clip where one of the Muslims that were detained at the airport was released just days later. All checked out okay. My question is, how will our president fight terrorism if he does not take the steps to do so? Personally, if I were detained for a couple of days in order for me to be 'checked out' to make sure I was not a terrorist, I might be a little put out by it but looking at the big picture it is for my own safety. If I am innocent, why would I make such a fuss? Shouldn't we be willing to be a part of the fix for the problem? I am not saying this to start an argument... I just truly do not understand. Are these detainees being tortured or not being fed or being mistreated? I will give you an example. Many years ago I sat in my old beat up car along the quiet country road waiting for the school bus to come and drop my kids off so I could take them home. A police officer pulled up in back of me and came to my car asking me for my registration, etc. He checked me out. Asked me what I was doing there. Said I looked suspicious. Honestly, I was okay with it. Just an officer doing their job. Is there something I am not understanding about this whole thing?

If you disagree with my above post, I love you anyway.  It is not for the sake of argument that I share my opinions.  I am open for opposing views if they are shared in a respectful and smart way.  All I ask is that you view my opinions with equal respect.  

What I have found to be true is that if you are labeled a liberal or left, you do not agree with anything on the conservative or right side.  And visa-versa.  Am I right?  We no longer have true thoughts on our own...  we rely on our 'party' or affiliation to decide for us.  
That's all.

Dear Diary,

It's Bun-Bun.  He runs from me.  I chase him.  I catch him.  He laughs at me.  He hides and squeaks and teases me.  I think he should sit still and let me chew his ears off.  He disagrees.  But at the end of the day, he's still my buddy.  Gracie.