An Era is Ending
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Posted:Feb 8, 2022 6:24 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2022 7:13 pm 4102 Views
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In just a couple weeks everything on this house will be finished, I almost can't believe it myself. I hope to have it listed at the end of February, weather permitting.
All prior plans for a quick refinish went out the window with the accident. I can tell you clearly that when someone uses the expression, "Busier than a one armed paper hanger." I have more than lived it the last few months, and that is one busy person.
One thing that marks every home I have ever sold, is a completely over the top chandelier. I cannot resist a sparkling over the top chandelier. Another is a passion for built ins. This house has a few things from my list of trademarks. I was rebuilding it for myself and my after all.
Both house and property were very neglected. I remember a car stopping and a comment, "Someone moved into the place, just what we need another drug house" I like to think it was that same person just years later after the exterior was finished that stopped out front, "My God, it is like someone put a brand new house there". I am certain it isn't the same person as from years earlier, but I like to think it was.
More to come on this thread over the next few weeks.
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Born Romantic
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Posted:Feb 3, 2022 9:28 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2022 6:29 pm 3043 Views
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Valentine's Day is coming and love is in the air.
I don't think those who feel love celebrate it only once a year. I think love is to be lived and celebrated every moment.
Love isn't all kisses and gropes, it is more than that. Love is a that brings you a flower picked from your own garden. Love is the sparkle that glistens off the water and the day begins and comes to an end. Love is the moment a person takes to help another whether friend or stranger. Love is many things and no one thing, equally.
Even though Love is to be lived and celebrated every day, on this one day, take a moment reflect on just what love is to you.
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Countdown to Valentines
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Posted:Feb 1, 2022 7:13 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2022 6:23 pm 2795 Views
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I admit it, I am a hopeless romantic. I enjoy LOVE.
I think there is magic in love. I know it sounds crazy, but in real love, there must be just a pinch of magic.
If you do not have a valentine this year, pick one. Pick someone, and just do something nice for then....small is fine.
Good Luck
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Pass the wine!
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Posted:Jan 26, 2022 8:03 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2022 6:03 am 2821 Views
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Physical Therapy: We reached the end of what we can do until (or unless) they do corrective surgery.
Orthopedics: Usually these things can be corrected by simply continuing Physical Therapy.
Me: (while reading that a CT scan was performed so insurance refused for an MRI, knowing that a CT scan cannot provide the necessary diagnostic information)
Pours a glass of wine with her good arm and rolls her eyes. "Yep"
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Before You Go
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Posted:Jan 25, 2022 6:06 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2022 7:29 pm 2941 Views
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Perhaps, is an occupational hazard, but I been thinking a lot about losing the people we know and love. At our ages we all been through this. Our mothers and fathers, our brothers and sisters, friends we had for lifetimes, lovers, spouses, and some of us even lost our . We come an age, where seems a daily occurrence. How do we prepare ourselves for times like these?
Truth is, is almost impossible, if not completely impossible prepare ourselves. These last couple of years with the pandemics, millions lost loved ones. The pandemic has ripple effects. Hospitals and ER departments screen and limit the of people allowed accompany or even visit a loved one. So even those with illnesses or injuries unrelated Covid and its variants are affected. The last couple of years been a roller coaster ride for everyone. So very much loss.
Even on this site, we made and lost many friends over the years.
How do we prepare grieve? are those with a strong religious faith, they draw on faith and it gives them strength. Friends and family draw together during times of grief, sharing their strength and memories. I worked with patients and their families in the past as a part of my job. I also volunteered in local support groups, some communities them.
Family caregivers face so much in these times. Family caregiver, being someone caring for a spouse, a , sibling or a parent. Many of us either been in this role or will some day soon be in this roll. I hope that when that time comes, you will be able find at least one good source of emotional support. If possible give some thought before even happens as whom you might be able talk during this time.
Grief is the of love. We are more connected today than ever in history, so let's hope no one should face that journey alone.
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Disabled, but not really
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Posted:Jan 21, 2022 9:42 am
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2022 7:54 am 3807 Views
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The path to recovery is a rocky one. I like to think of it like climbing Sugarloaf Mountain.
There are two paths up Sugarloaf, the easy one and the hard one. Many inexperienced hikers and tourists take the easy path, it meanders through the shaded woods, with boards walks, steps, and benches...ultimately taking an hour to two. It is a pretty woodland trail. Those who take the hard path soon find out there is nothing truly hard about it. It is a little steep at times, there are no benches. There are some rocks to make it around, some streams to get over. There is a lovely summit just over half way with a view of the entire county ( so gorgeous). In the end, the hard path is not much more work and takes half the time of the easy path and very much worth the effort.
How does this relate to recovery?
From the first day I met with PT/OT in the hospital, I chose the hard path. It was some combination of magic and miracle for them to assist me getting out of bed that first time, and I never got back in. In the bed I was reliant on others for everything. In the chair, I could use my leg power to get up and down, I could walk. I still needed help, but much less of it. If you put your hands together at mid chest, as if to pray, anything you could reach and do from that position, that was my mobility. They were not even considering releasing me, when I began asking "When can I go?" I was told it was at least a three week wait for assisted living. It was 24 hours for me to fake being able to care for myself at home well enough to escape....lol. I took the short path. I had a care team of friends and family and still do for many things. I find out that the orthopedics doctor would have expected someone with my injuries to still be in assisted living. Instead I am home, where everything creates a challenge and a new way to heal. although I lose patience, I am healing far faster than expected.
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April has a date
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Posted:Jan 15, 2022 11:07 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2022 3:51 pm 5781 Views
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When her sister hit this age (the sister turns 30 this June) I seriously thought I was doing this first date stuff with a for the last time. Tonight there is an informal dance at the school...oh, and the young lady pictured has her first date. she is excited, nervous, happy, scared....all rolled in a ball.
Anyone remember their first date?
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New Man
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Posted:Jan 12, 2022 12:34 pm
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2022 6:44 pm 6613 Views
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So, I hooked up with this guy Saturday and so far I haven't bitten his head off.....just saying last year the Easter Bunny did not last this long and I chewed his ears off. This could be the start of something
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Best Worst Valentines Date Eva!!!!!!
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Posted:Jan 12, 2022 7:29 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2022 1:09 pm 6804 Views
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Valentie's being the net big Holiday explosion, I noticed in chat that some of us are not fans. I am sort of a fan. I am a huge fan of love and I enjoy seeing everyone put that little bit extra into things. I myself, have not ever really had what I would consider a Valentine, Husbands yes, Valentines....not so much  .
All that said, am putting forth a best worst Valentines day challenge....we must have one. Mine is as follows...
As many know, I have a lovely hunting dog, soon to be 4 years old, her birthday is on Valentines day. This was her 2nd birthday. She was the Belle of the hunting club and loved by everyone in our little hunting group. We have a fun group and for giggles they had bought a huge velvet heart and filled it with doggie treats for Belle's birthday. My had sent me two dozen red roses for Valentines. These were on the dining table.
I had a date...sort of a blind date. We knew each other, but did not know we did. We were going ice fishing. 5:30 a.m. I was there all coffeed up with longjohns on under my clothes (I had been ice fishing before). Now, I won't deny drinking, but at 5:30 a.m. this fella was pretty far gone. My drinking history is one or two when I go dancing, or on the Holidays. he had polished a fifth by 6:30a.m. and was happily offering and drinking more. I was kinda impressed he could stand. The fishing was slow and we chatted, laughed, and put in 4 hours not to look like pansies.
It was still pretty early in the morning, he was an entire sheet factory to the wind, He offered that we should head to the bar....this bar, that bar, any bar...he seemed to know them all. It was still about ten hours early in the day for me, but I was not judging. We instead went two tracking. In case you do not know what two tracking is, it is at this time of year, driving on non plowed roads only idiots and snowmobilers had been on. He was driving a truck..... The scenery was lovely, and my mind drifted to ways to run off close enough to home not to freeze to death on the walk....seriously. I pointed to a grouse nestled in the branches of a tree...at which point he threw the truck in reverse, pulled out a loaded shotgun, and shot it. He proceeded to field dress the grouse with his bare hands and pop the meat in a bag with snow to keep it fresh. This changed everything, I was now looking for a way to run off out of shooting range . Anyway he got all messy and bloody and we decided it was time to drop me off. Being ever the optimist, he grabbed a flower and a little four piece heart candy box and followed me into the house, saying if he could only wash up a bit. I put on a pot of coffee, while he washed. He seemed to be bent on staying until........I went out to get my for her meal. He was being a wee nosey and discovered the huge velvet candy box, and the two dozen red roses, he leapt to the assumption that some man had completely out done him. If only he had been a little nosier  . Hindsight being 20/20 if he had been nosier, he would have discovered the candy box full of doggie treats and the flowers were from my and grands, so maybe let us just leave him to jump to conclusions.
Before the conclusion of the story, I must say, I am not a completely daft woman, though sometimes a first is a first.
I did check to make sure he was not afraid of dogs, My dog, though still much a puppy, was friendly and normally well trained. However, A man who smells like game, blood, hunting, booze, etc, who is also a stranger....well, that was a bit much. She was friendly and not threatening, but she did pounce directly into his lap at full run. He did remember he had to work the next day and gosh wasn't it late (still well before noon). I apologized profusely. Then after he left......I punished Belle accordingly, with several treats and a grilled cheese to go with her lunch. We can work on her manners later. This day, I was just pleased as punch she managed to dispatch the drunken gentleman.
How is this the Best Worst Valentine? While I love fishing (ice fishing included), and I love hunting (field dressing a grouse barehanded was a bit gross) I don't mind a person who drinks socially (drunk by 5:30a.m. as a first impression might be a poor choice), Along with many just scary conversations in a five and a half hour period. He is bar none, the worst date ever. The best part was watching Belle go nuts with all the smells and quickly dispatch this person who refused to go. that was a nice thing . It was kind of funny in the end. And, he sent me a text asking if I'd like to go again the next weekend (I knew he made it home safe and did not have an accident) ....crying shame though I had to work doubles....every weekend...for months
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January 9th
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Posted:Jan 7, 2022 4:54 am
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2022 11:24 am 7012 Views
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It is the 7th, I know. Well, I checked. January 9th is My oldest sons Birthday. He has reminded me that every year since he was 12, the one thing he asks for is a big family dinner. Which wasn't so tough, when he was 12, and the family did not have quite so many members. Still a wonderful day or two, those far off stay over.
This year Christmas decor was left up (its made me nuts). The family will celebrate Christmas together on the same day. We have incorporated so many careers and people, that it is difficult to all be together during the Holidays, but this works. I don't think which day matters, just to gather and pass out the hugs.
Today is for shopping, prepping, and last minute cleaning. Tomorrow, greeting, prepping, baking, snacking and wine. Then Games and eating, and the opening of presents. Finally, Sunday will bring tears and hugs and long goodbyes..........and a well earned nap.
A day is a day, it is all about what you fill it with thaat makes it wonderful.
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