Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Hello Out There ~~from Gracie~~

 Tennis Courts?  Really?  Am I dreaming?

I'm not dreaming.  And I haven't even died and gone to heaven.  I might be crippled and depressed and half blind and deaf.  But I could see and smell that I was at the tennis courts.  ahhhhh....  Life is good.  Hard sometimes, but good. 

Friday, November 26, 2021


Thank you all for your kind comments following my last post.  I'm realizing that mornings just are not good for our Gracie-girl.  If she is not shaking, she is disoriented and it takes until well after lunch for her to get her bearings.  When she is like this, I put her harness on and lead her.  Otherwise she finds herself in a corner staring at the wall. 

Another thing.  We have surrounded our bed with tall suitcases, stands, etc. so she will not inadvertently jump (she actually tries to fly) off the bed in the middle of the night.  We've already put our bed on the floor for her, but still it is a little high for her.  Now though, she goes half way down the ramp and gets afraid, then tries jumping either over the side of the ramp or to the bottom.  Ugh.  Gracie, Gracie, Gracie!  Needless to say, I usually do not rest well as I continually worry for her.

I know.  I know.  I should have never let her sleep in our bed with us to begin with.  Well, that's water under the bridge.  I will be hard pressed to take that luxury from her at this point.   

Yesterday (Thanksgiving Day) she had a shaky morning.  When we put her in the car for a little outing, she shook terribly and I considered taking her back inside.  But, it was only a ten minute drive and by the time we got there and got her out of the car thankfully she had calmed.  She loved smelling a new area and of course she had to push a dime sized poop out.  Just enough to sit in and smear over her hind end.  Thankfully, I had napkins in my car.  But in cleaning her, that dime-sized poop managed to cover my bare hand.  Thankfully, I had some Clorox wipes in the car too.  Problem solved.  

So amidst the chaos I have my son texting me, "We are going to stop by" and my daughter texting me, "are you home yet?" and my other son whose car was broke down waiting for us to deliver his dinner.  So with one hand I held the  phone and tried reading the texts while with the other hand the poop was waiting for husband to get me one of the Clorox Wipes... meanwhile a big fat bee was contemplating hitching a ride since the passenger door was hanging open. I was thankful when husband swiped it away and he didn't swipe it onto me.

The day before Thanksgiving I had picked up take-out dinners from a great restaurant.  Thankful I did not have to cook.  They didn't charge me enough, so I asked them to re-check the price and then I paid more. Fifty dollars more.   Husband says - "something's wrong with you."  LOL.  He thinks I enjoy paying more.

The restaurant is a half-an-hour away.  When I got the dinners home, I was missing a salad, a dessert, and a gravy.  Maybe there is indeed something wrong with me.  Ha!

We had a good day yesterday and a full house.  Gracie, in her old age does not bark or try to intimidate guests anymore.  She just smells their hand and walks away.  


Friday, November 19, 2021


Gracie spent the morning shaking so badly I thought something was wrong.  She couldn't seem to settle down and she skipped all her treats.  

My mind goes wandering on days like today.  Is this it?  

So we pampered and cuddled and gave her every single thing she wanted.  This afternoon she seems better and her treats have disappeared.  Maybe this is not it.  Maybe she was just having a slow start.  Maybe she will  hang in there a while longer.


Thursday, November 18, 2021

Back In High School

 Today Daughter called and asked if I would go pick up 14 YO granddaughter from school.  There was a schedule change that Granddaughter was not comfortable with - so she needed rescuing.  I felt like a superhero.  I jumped into my sporty baby blue Elantra, and off I went!  

As I reached the mountains just before getting to the school, the skies darkened, and the wind picked up.  Into the school parking lot, I drove.  Why all the police?  At least a half-a-dozen police cars were scattered, and the place was crawling with uniformed police officers.  Okay.  So, I was just a little concerned.  But there were students with signs too.  Maybe a protest?  

As I exited the Grammy-Mobile, I was taken aback by the intense wind gusts and leaves stinging my face.  A more diminutive grandmother would never withstand such a beating.  The strong wind gusts pushed me to the front of the building, and a student going inside instructed me to press the button, and the higher-ups would unlock the door and let me in.  

The front desk ordered me to go to admissions to sign Granddaughter out.  There was a slight wait.  Only one person is allowed in the office at a time.  Something was amiss.  The secretary was on and off of the phone.  The only words that resonated with me was fire drill.  Fire drill?!  Oh no.  So, I gave her Granddaughter's name, and she made a call on her phone to have her come down.  


Beep~ Beep~ Beep~ Beep.    EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!  The loudspeaker spoke.  EXIT THE BUILDING NOW!  So, I was thrown in with many other kids, and we were exiting the building.  Now.

Outside, the wind had escalated, and the leaves were angry - filling the air.  Kids were filing out of the building and lining up.  I'm like...  What the...???  I hadn't signed up for this.  All I wanted to do was sign Granddaughter out and take her home.  A little anxious, my super-hero cape began to break loose and I started to feel just a bit light-headed.  Where was Granddaughter?  

 Daughter was texting me from her work.  Are you there yet?  Have you left your house?  Blah, blah, blah.  Granddaughter is texting me too.  Are you here?  Where are you?  Blah, blah, blah.     BEEP*BEEP*BEEP* EMERGENCY*EXIT THE BUILDING.  WIND HOWLING.  LEAVES TWIRLING.  POLICE CARS. LINES OF HIGH SCHOOL KIDS.     

And then.  

The band starts playing.  The emergency was beginning to be fun.  The band was inviting a more festive ambiance.  Without my knowledge, other participants had integrated me into a fire drill/pep rally thing.  Not one person had prepared me for this.  I was back in high school and wished I had worn my ripped jeans and done something with my hair.  If I didn't have to take Granddaughter home I could try and blend in with the rest and enjoy the pep-rally.  

I found Granddaughter and announced to her peers surrounding her that I had permission to take this beautiful girl home.  She stormed to the car then, reporting to me that I had embarrassed her in front of the other kids by making the statement I made.  I smiled.  "It's what we do," I said.  "It’s a grandparent’s job."  

Granddaughter inconvenienced me.  I embarrassed her.  Now we are even. Haha!  We are good 😊 

Thursday, November 11, 2021

Veterans Day - Remembering Dad

Pulling Dad's letters from an old tin,  I feel his loneliness as I read his letters home. 

(FYI, Jo was my mom)

Jan. 18, 1946

Dear Mom and Dad,

"Just a few lines to let you know I am well..."  

"I have been transferred again, this time on a ship..." 

"Have you seen Jo lately?"

July 15, 1948

"I got paid yesterday.  Boy I sure did need it.  I got forty four dollars....."

Tokyo:  Sept. 30

Dear Mom and Dad,

"Just a few lines to let you know I am well and hope you all are the same.."

"How's the garden getting along this year?"

"I got a letter from Jo the other day...."

"Don't forget to send me some pictures..."

Monday, Aug. 13

"We sure have been having good news lately about the war.  It looks to me like it's almost over..."

"I haven't gotten any mail from you in about a month. I guess I'll get it all at once..."

"I don't want to miss this chance to get home for Christmas..."

"Have you seen Jo lately? I wrote to her tonight. Tell her to answer and let me know if she gets it..." 

"Well this makes almost 2 1/2 years I have been in the Navy.  It don't seem that long. I am getting to like it better than I did before. I get to see a lot of places and things.."

Dad, the handsome sailor on the left.

Love, Bob EM 3R

Dad died when he was just 53 years of age, leaving with me many memories and a heartfelt gratitude to God for an earthly father who was quiet, loving, generous, compassionate, hard-working, and honest.

I was blessed with two brothers who also served in the military, Jimmy, Marines and Larry, Navy.     

God bless those who serve... who give of themselves...  to keep our country a safer place.  


Saturday, October 30, 2021


So I've started writing my next book.  Though it is 'based' on the true story of my mom's life, and mine too, it is FICTIONAL.  So readers will not know truth from fiction.  Haha!  Should name it TRUTH OR DARE.  

  I've been wanting to write my 'memoirs' but lets face it.  They would be quite boring to most readers.  So I will put my imagination to work and try and make the read more interesting.  Seriously, it's fun.  

The title so far is MY BLUE HEAVEN.  I've finished the first chapter but I have a long way to go.  It keeps my mind occupied and keeps me busy.  Meanwhile, my latest, BLINK is currently in production and will be an audiobook within the next month or so.  Excited!

Seventeen year-old Me:


Friday, October 22, 2021

Bunny Chase

Dear Diary,

This, from Mom:  Gracie, you wouldn't know a bunny if you ran into one.  She's speaking of my poor eyesight, I'm pretty sure.  Well.  I can report that night before last - in the wee-hours of the morning when Mom left me out to pee, I did indeed run into Bunny. No, really.  I literally ran into her.  And I can report that this old girl still has some life left in her-because there was a chase.  A very brief chase, but still. The only thing I caught was Mom laughing when she brought me back inside.  "You still got it," she said.  She must be as blind as I am cause I obviously didn't get it.  It ran way too fast. Gracie. 


Thursday, October 14, 2021


 Just thought you might like to enjoy a little Summer on this beautiful fall day.

Wednesday, October 6, 2021


Well.  I blinked, and here we are in the Autumn of 2021.  
And speaking of Blink...  check out my new novel HERE  !

This novel is a sequel to THE HOUSE which I had published last July.  I've taken the liberty to mail some copies out to those who reviewed my last book.  I'd appreciate a review on Amazon - but it's okay if you'd rather not.  The book is a gift, no strings.  

If anyone would like a copy - email me at chambrayblue20@yahoo.com - and because you are my blog friends, I will send a free copy.  Specify whether you would prefer a paperback or kindle.  

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

***The Struggle Is Real***

 Dear Diary,

This is what I told Mom:  As long as I am having good days, let's forget about the saying goodbye thing.  Since she gets a little confused about what is a good day for me, let me be specific. My birthday was not a good day.  I spent it lost in corners and falling into stuff. But the next day was good.  And the one after that was really good. A good day is usually when I seem to regain a small bit of hearing, sight, and mental stability.  Small, very small.  But still.

"I think we can still enjoy some corn on the cob this year," she said as she loaded me into my comfy seat in the back of the Elantra.  She sat there with me and held onto my leash while I jumped to watch out the window and breath in all the smells along the way. Dad drove.  I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into that fresh buttery corn on the cob.  But first, a stop in Wiley Ford WV where we lived when I was a puppy.  We'd walk the towpath there.  

It was a really nice day.

I love love love the walks there.  It's all about new smells for me. And my smeller ain't what it used to be, but it still works.

And speaking of new smells, let me tell ya what happened on the way up the hill to go to our car for home.

I couldn't quite see it, but I heard Mom talking to a stranger.  "I wouldn't put my hand down to her," I heard Mom say.  "She might bite you."

BOL!!!  The woman Mom is delusional.

That was the 'old' Gracie. The much younger version. The new me ...  well...  

I'm a lover, not a fighter.  Ask the girl stranger.  (Her hand tasted like... ummm...  Burger King).  Mom was a little surprised that I licked her hand instead of biting it.  But hey, people dogs change, ya know.

Yesterday wasn't such a hot day. I got almost to the top of the ramp (at 4AM) (When I should have been fast asleep but instead I decided to wander aimlessly through the house and get lost and wake Mom every half hour to send me outside so I could get lost there too) but at the top of the ramp where it meets Mom and Dad's bed, I froze. I freaked. I decided I did not know where I was going - and then I began to fall back down the ramp.  I was trembling. Afraid.  But Mom jumped up from the bed and tried to save me --- only her back went out!!!!!  I thought I was going to have to save her!!!!! The struggle is real, peoples! 

As the story goes, she wasn't much help to me after that, but I did manage to slide down the ramp backward to safety.  She and I went to the living room then to lick our wounds and pace some more.  Well, pacing for me, groaning and moaning in pain for her as she tried to get comfortable in her chair.  What a night!  

But I'm 17 now.  what do you expect from an old a new girl?   Gracie.

Hello Out There ~~from Gracie~~

 Tennis Courts?  Really?  Am I dreaming? I'm not dreaming.  And I haven't even died and gone to heaven.  I might be crippled and dep...