Thursday, February 29, 2024

Odds-N-Ends on Leap Day

Joe finished at his job today. He is now officially retired, again. I am hoping it sticks for a while. At least until our home in Woodland, California sells, and we purchase a new home in Minnesota. Then he can stay busy setting up his home machine shop.

Today I attended (via Zoom) a Writing Institute Community Reading hosted by Sarah Lawrence College. I attended because a friend of mine was reading from one of her works. It was amazing. So much talent! Listening to their work it helped me to understand that while I love reading fiction, I may never write fiction. I can appreciate and love reading without authoring a novel.

Fiction will always be my favorite reading material. The only nonfiction I have truly ever enjoyed is reading Erma Bombeck (Google her if you have never read her work and love humor), Art Buchwald (my favorite political/satire writer), or short pieces by different columnists over the years. So, if I have a targeted genre for my own writing, I guess it would be as a columnist. It may be why I enjoy reading Joyce Vance and Heather Cox Richardson. I get small doses of reality. Sound bites of history and the news without the ponderous nature of so many nonfiction pieces. 

Chicken Soup for the Soul books are also on my list of favorite reads. Again, note that the works are short and easy to read. The reward is all the "good feelings" generated by the experiences of others.

In learning to trust my intuition, I believe that writing my daily blog is exactly what type of writing makes me happiest and feel fulfilled. Maybe there will be a nugget of wisdom that sneaks in occasionally. My goal is that family and friends find the blog a way to stay connected, a way to peer into what life looks like in retirement for us, to understand that we are like everyone else, and we can celebrate our everyday lives.

My joyful moment for today was listening to my friend read. As she read, I closed my eyes and felt like I was a character in her story watching and observing the characters about which she was reading. That is how good she is!!!



Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Volunteering - Last Day For Now

Today was my last day of volunteering at the thrift store. Staff and volunteers signed a lovely card and gave me a gift of corn bags of assorted sizes. We also had cookies to celebrate (Okay, they told me they were NOT celebrating my leaving, the cookies were a thank you for volunteering [not for leaving]).

I love the lamb theme of the gifted corn bags
I am profoundly grateful for the opportunity to meet so many kind people. I love the volunteers as well as the staff and will miss the six hours a week I was spending with them. I also know now more about sorting clothing than I ever thought possible.

If you are thinking about giving away clothing to a thrift store, consider one that supports a program in your community. Please only donate clothing that is free of stains, holes (unless it is the style), animal hair, clean, and wearable. Think of it as a gift to someone else, would you give a tacky gift?

If an item is missing buttons, threadbare, has tons of animal hair on it, or smells it will get thrown away.

Used blankets and towels are great to donate to your local animal shelter.

Things I learned sorting donations:

People are generous. We received quality items that other people appreciate the opportunity to own at a price they can afford.

Some people are unclear on what they should donate and what they should throw out. There are times we must toss an entire bag of donated materials because they smell like cigarette smoke. There is no way we can launder every piece of clothing donated. It would cost a fortune. If the place you are donating to has a website, check to see if the have instructions on what they can and cannot accept.

Volunteers come from all walks of life. Many of our volunteers are affiliated with local churches and that is how they heard about the opportunity to volunteer. In addition, local companies will send their injured workers with light duty requirements to sort. They have good attitudes and have been fun to work with and despite physical limitations they give their all. Community service participants (required by the legal system) are the least engaged when they work. They are forced volunteers, and their attitude reflects it. Still, it is better to have them doing work that helps the community than sitting in a jail cell for minor crimes.

It is good exercise. My arms have really toned up from sorting and hanging for three hours twice a week. Inspecting a piece of clothing means holding the piece up to look for frayed edges, stains, holes, and pilling. Then there is checking for button and zipping zippers.

Everyone told me I would poke myself with the tagging gun, multiple times. I managed to only do it once!!

If I could wave a magic wand and make one thing happen in the world, besides world peace – that’s a given, it would be that everyone could find a way to volunteer at least a few hours each month in their community. 

Tuesday, February 27, 2024

What Makes You Instantly Dislike Someone?

What makes you instantly dislike someone?

For me, it is when someone mocks another person or says something rude about people with a physical or mental disability. I roll those together as I have seen both occur simultaneously.

I can remember as young as grade school the other students mocking children in “special education” classes. It made me feel angry and powerless. The students doing the mocking may have been “caught” and suffered a consequence, I do not know. I just remember it happening over and over.

In junior high we did not have special education. No need, we were divided in to four sections: A, B, C, and D. “A” kids were the smartest (I was in B as we had transferred into the school district and my mom was afraid I might struggle with math). The C level kids were academically slower than A and B students. D students were the least intelligent. As if puberty were not enough to contend with, we were now differentiated by expected grade performance.

The first semester I got all ‘A’s on my report card and one girl in our class turned over my chair and spit at me. I had stepped outside of my assigned “class.” You were not supposed to do that. She had looked over my shoulder and saw my card, it was not something I wanted to bring attention to. I learned to be more discreet when I got future report cards. Not that I had to many straight A cards after that first time.

I was always interested in how all the kids in “C” and “D” fared when grades came out. Years later I discovered that the only academic difference between the classes was the pace at which the material was covered. If they slowed it down and spent more time, then the students in B, C, and D would get the same education. Except they did not.

High school did not have sections. Those of us in A & B, were on the college track. Many of the C & D students as ninth and tenth graders took the same basic classes (basic science, English, P.E., etc.). Once tenth grade rolled around and we were in more advanced math, science, and English classes, the C & D students enrolled in a local technical school for 11th and 12th grade. They learned construction, cosmetology, office administration, and other skilled jobs. I thought they were lucky. I would hear others talk about how sad it was that these students would not go to college and have “great jobs.” They were considered “not as smart.”

My parents would never have allowed us to treat anyone as less than a human being. One did not mock anyone (except a sibling – cause you know they are always fair game). The word “retarded” was bandied about quite a bit in my youth. I hated the word. I still do. Yet, used it to describe people with any type of physical or mental difference from the mainstream. That was the word back then. I will not use it now.


I hope we have all learned by now that diversity makes the world a better place. I hope we have also learned that being 'smarter' does not make anyone 'better' or that we do not have to devalue other people to make ourselves feel better. 


Monday, February 26, 2024

Home Seller Anxiety

You can bet I am feeling anxiety when I find myself Googling, “how to deal with anxiety when selling a house.” I did not expect to get an answer. I underestimated Google.

The results:

7 Ways to Reduce Stress When Selling Your Home

How to Deal with the Stress of Selling a House

Selling a Home is Stressful: How to Cope With the Chaos

Sanity Tips: How to Deal With the Stress of Selling Your Home

Home Selling Anxiety: Tips if Selling is Stressing You Out.

… and there are more of course.

Reading only one of them will give me everything I need to know.

Meanwhile, I suspect my realtor may be Googling, “how to deal with an anxious home seller.” I want to stay a step ahead of our agent, so I Googled it myself.

The results:

How to Calm a Nervous Seller

Most of the other articles that came up were tips for the agent on overcoming anxiety while selling real estate. Here I thought any anxiety was happening to me. Our realtor has been selling for years so she is calmer. It helps that she is used to the process. This is the first home I have sold. When Megan was selling her home, I do not remember feeling anxious.

I asked Joe if he was feeling anxious. He said no. He has sold two other homes.

Today is the fifth day our home has been on the market. I know I need to chill out. Breathe.

Meanwhile I will go read the Sanity Tips article.


Sunday, February 25, 2024

Magic

... and those of us who believe find magic all around us.

    - a child's trust.

   - a friend's smile.

   - our pet coming to us for pets or laying down beside us.

   - one sentence in the book you are reading resonates so deeply that your bad mood slips.

  - watching your adult child parent their own children with patience and kindness.

  - a life-partner taking care to help you whether it is opening a pickle jar or bringing you a cup of tea even when it happens repeatedly.

Somedays I need reminders to appreciate all the magic in my life. 

I believe.
 

Saturday, February 24, 2024

French February!

February’s international dinner and YUM snacks celebrated France. Our French dinner was in downtown Minneapolis at Chloe’s by Vincent. We had an early dinner starting when the restaurant opened at 4:00pm. The next reservation available was 7:30pm and we thought that was a bit late for Charlotte and Caleb.

Chloe’s is fine dining with a casual flair. When researching French restaurants in the area it was the only one with a kid’s menu. Chloe’s is named for Chef Vincent’s daughter. I especially like their mission statement: Every day French food. Shareable dishes served with an unstructured, no-stuffy-rules attitude.

We enjoyed dining in a large booth. It was perfect for the six of us and made sharing our food easier.


There were no complaints about the food. Charlotte and Caleb chose their standby favorites – a burger for Caleb and Chicken Tenders for Charlotte. Charlotte tasted most of the foods on the table, winning the taster sticker again this month (she has won all three months that we have been doing the dinners). Caleb won the French Trivia. We do the trivia in the car on the drive to the restaurant. Did you know that over one hundred wild wallabies live in the village of Émancé? We were most impressed to learn that the French government gives out medals to citizens for raising well-behaved kids.

We started dinner with a baguette and poutine as apéritifs. Joe and I opted to have a three-course dinner. For the first course, Joe ate winter root vegetable soup with curry crème fraiche and pink peppercorn. I had poached egg “meurette” in a red wine sauce with bacon, pearly onion, and croutons. When I say we ate or had, we also shared with Megan, Jeremy, and Charlotte. Caleb opted out but enjoyed the baguette and poutine.

Here are pictures and a brief description of our other dinner items: 

Charlotte's chicken tenders were scrumptious. She shared her food with us 
since we were sharing with her!

Joe's Corsican Perbronata Stew (braised pork shoulder,
red bell pepper, juniper berries, and panisse fries). Charlotte and Caleb
both enjoyed tasting this dish.

Megan's French onion soup warranted two photos. It tasted excellent and they
did not scrimp on the cheese.


Caleb's hamburger

Jeremy's scallops a la orange served with thinly sliced potatoes.

Beth's Spanish mackerel with soubise puree, baby bok choy, and kumquat condiments.

Desserts:
Charlotte and Caleb each had vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce
 and madeleine cookies

Beth's chocolate mousse with macerated orange and pistachio

Joe's cheese course of the moment with citrus jam

Megan's honey creme brulee

Jeremy's lemon and sugar crepe

After dinner we went home to taste-test the YUM box snacks. The box for the month  included pure butter sablés (butter biscuits that have been produced since 1888), goat cheese & espelette chili potato chips, strawberry chews, raspberry roll cake, chocolate chip cookie truffles, fleur de sel caramels, popcorn truffles, sour cherry hard candies, 47% dark chocolate with sea salt, and garlic aioli potato chips.

Tonight’s score card:

Our favorite snack was the strawberry chews. The worst snack was garlic aioli potato chips (Megan and I LOVED them, everyone else gave it an okay, except Charlotte who rated it as "I did not need this in my life").We all agreed that the weirdest snack was the popcorn truffles.

Of the three international dinners we have experienced so far, this seemed the smoothest. I am not sure if eating at 4:00pm versus the 6:00 pm we usually do made it seem more relaxed. It also helped that this was our first sit down international dinner. Our other night outs were a deli/cafeteria experience where you had to order at a counter and than the meal was brought to your table. WIth six people this gets a bit cumbersome and seems chaotic. Tonight was very laid back.

Recently, I taught Charlotte my favorite French phrase, "Mon petit chou chou." This means my little sweetheart (or literally my little cabbage). She enjoyed repeating the phrase several times during dinner. 

À bientôt!


Friday, February 23, 2024

Our Troop Rocked World Thinking Day!

Last night I had the privilege of helping Megan and Charlotte’s Brownie troop at the Rockford area troop’s World Thinking Day. The girls ranged in age from Daisy’s (kindergarten & first grade) up to High School aged girl scouts. There are seven troops total in Rockford; however, it is the middle of cookie season so only six troops participated.

As part of celebrating, each troop made a poster about their country with fun facts they wanted to share. On Tuesday night, Charlotte’s troop worked on their poster and planned the presentation they wanted to do. I had worked alongside Megan, the other co-leader of the troop, and another mom. The other mom and I were the stand-in adults for World Thinking Day because Megan had a cookie booth with Charlotte and the other co-leader is out of town.

Last night we had fun! I was so proud of the four of our girls who were able to show up. They accomplished an excellent presentation. Representing Mexico, they counted to ten in Spanish and had a sign with the Spanish number and the English number on it that they held in front of them for the audience to read. We gave them the choice to recite the numbers together or for each of them to say the number they were holding. Because there are ten numbers and only four girls, they had to remember to flip their sign after four and start at the front of the group again with five. Two of the girls then had to make sure they had nine and ten which were on separate pages showing. All four of them never lost their place. Honestly, I thought it was a little complicated for eight-year-olds. Shows you what I know!

I swear those four eight-year-olds did a better job than any other group presenting. They were fierce. They stood up in front of the rest of the scouts and parents with backs straight and heads held tall, they used their stage voices, and they projected confidence. It was amazing to watch. You would have thought I had a hand in their achievement. Nope! It was totally ALL THEM. The other mom (helper) took a video of the presentation and sent it to Megan. Megan texted me “… they rocked it!”

While I cannot share the video for privacy and safety reasons, I did get photos of all the posters. Make your screen bigger and learn facts about other countries folks!

Our Troop (2nd Graders) - Mexico
Note the beautiful table cloth actually from Mexico. Jeremy told
a co-worker about the upcoming presentation and the co-worker loaned the troop
the cloth - it was the first time it had ever been used. Jeremy sent him this photo. We
were honored to be so authentic!

Middle School Poster - Sweden

High School Troop - England

High School Troop - Greece

Daisy's (the youngest of the girls) - Norway
They all dressed as Princesses!

This poster and the items in the photo below were presented by the third grade Brownies - Canada

T


Thursday, February 22, 2024

Our California Home Hit the Market Today

Our home for the past thirty one years went on the market today. Here is the link to the listing for those who are interested. Kim did a wonderful job of staging the house for Susan Bovey, our real estate agent, to photograph.

https://eramatarealty.metrolistpro.com/site/listing/detail/10-SOUTHWOOD-DRIVE-WOODLAND-CA-95695/2/224015933/6

Our California home goes on the market today. Joe and I loved this house so much. When Joe purchased it in 1992, he did so because he wanted a large lot with the home facing north. This meant he could have a large back yard. He immediately added on to the house. Taking it from a two-bedroom one bath home to a three-bedroom two bath home. The kitchen was tiny and at the back of the house, so he decided to extend the house by adding a dining area, the master bedroom and bath with a walk-in closet, laundry room with a pantry, and a dining room. When the addition was finished the house went from eight hundred square feet to 1400 square feet.

That dining room ended up being the place we did most of our entertaining over the years. I hope all the fun conversations and happy moments permeated the walls and will bring new owners a sense of warmth and positive energy that we found in the house. The dining room was the place our children did their homework. When we had our first home computer it was on a table at one end of the dining room so that we could monitor the children’s usage. The dining room was the most lived in room in our home.

Joe was the third owner of the home. We certainly left our mark on it over the years. Tearing out carpet, refinishing the original oak sub-floors. We waited to refinish the floors until our kids were grown. Megan learned to rollerblade on those floors at the age of three!

One of our early additions to the house was to tear out the original wall heater and build a bookshelf with storage and a seat. This opened the living room up and allowed more sunshine into one of the bedrooms.

Over the years we kept up the maintenance on the house. When something structural was needed we found a way to make it happen. We loved on our home as if it were a member of the family. We did not buy the most expensive and we did not buy the least expensive. We researched, we found ways to save. Our home was just that, a member of our family.

Soon it will no longer be our house. It will belong to someone else. I truly wish them a wonderful life in that sweet house.


Wednesday, February 21, 2024

What I Learned While Living in Egypt

Today's Prompt: What Life Experience Drastically Changed Your Thinking on Something?

In July of 2002, Joe, Megan, and I moved to Cairo, Egypt. Joe was hired by a subcontractor in the United States to teach the Egyptian military how to make parts to repair F15s. The employment was supposed to last from 2002 to 2004 or longer. We ended up staying for one year.

We lived in Maadi, a suburb of Cairo. We lived in a flat in the same building as the organization that oversaw all the American’s daily lives in Egypt. Our building also had a bank, a post office, a DVD rental office (free), a library (made up of a few bookshelves), IT offices, a medical clinic, and armed security. Our three-bedroom two-bath flat was spacious and luxurious compared to anyplace Joe and I had lived before. Joe drew a better salary than he had in past jobs. The company paid Megan’s schooling, our jeep and fuel expenses, and all our housing costs. We also received an additional $75.00 per diem per day.

 When we were in Egypt two percent of the population was Coptic-Christian and ninety-eight percent was Muslim.

Living in Egypt changed my thinking in at least eight ways.

1.      I learned that people are people no matter their religion. All the Egyptians we met and befriended were kind and generous of spirit, no matter what their religious beliefs. They were more interested in how we treated them than in our religious beliefs. In fact, nobody ever asked us our faith.

2.      I learned that we stop seeing what is in front of our nose when we are inundated or immersed in a situation repeatedly. I recall our first drive from the Cairo airport to Maadi, all I saw was piles of rubble and filth. After a month or two I stopped seeing the rubble and began instead to see the beautifully colored buildings. Before this, I always wondered why people do not see what is obvious. I learned our brain can shut out the sameness. I eventually could see the same happening about safety in companies I worked with. It is important to have new people if simply to see what we have stopped seeing.

3.      I learned that the Egyptians look at faces. A person who will look at their face earns respect faster than the person who avoids any eye contact.

4.      I learned that to some of the Egyptian people, I was a celebrity because I was an American. If I wanted respect, it was based on my actions. I received excellent treatment in the marketplaces. We discovered we paid less for watermelon than other folks in our neighborhood. Everything can be bartered on there! The two small grocery stores in our neighborhood and the Egyptian boys ages ten to twelve would carry my groceries even though I could carry them myself. They enjoyed practicing their English and earning the equivalent of $.05 in American money.

5.      Joe and I received a manual to read about the customs in Egypt. Joe and I followed the customs. We were sad to discover this was not true of other Americans working for the same company. Being visitors, we tried to be respectful. In the past I thought the
Ugly American” was a fictional character. Sadly, not so.

6.      I learned that my daughter, Megan, was better off in a private school or homeschool than in the public education system. There is not a one size fits all in education as much as we would like to believe it. My daughter excelled in the private school she attended. She got to interact with children from sixty different nationalities. She learned about being a world citizen as well as an American citizen. Prior to this experience, I was adamant that my child could get a solid education in the public school system. I was wrong. Her experience in Cairo cemented her life-long love of learning.

7.      Poverty is rampant in many countries. Americans like to think we are the exception to the rule. Some political parties and pundits act like people are poor or homeless because they want to be or that they are lazy. As someone who grew up in a working poor family, I already knew this was not true. Poverty is rarely a “choice.” However, seeing the disparity between our lifestyle and those of the Egyptian families serving our building, I learned that there is a poverty of the soul, and it is not among those “without.”  The Boab’s wife serving me a cup of tea in her basement flat, with a mattress on the floor and a small table with two chairs, as she proudly shows me her newborn baby girl, will always be one of my most treasured memories. She spoke no English and I spoke no Arabic. We communicated with smiles and our eyes. (Boab is the name for the building caretaker).

8.      I learned that Joe and I are risk takers. If you had asked us this prior to this one-year journey we would have said, we were not risk takers. Yet, we packed up our house in two weeks, got passports, and flew with our ten-year-old daughter across the world where we knew nobody.

I am forever grateful for the opportunity to live in Egypt. To see what a world much older than America looks like. There were so many moments that I was equally grateful to have the privilege to have been born in America and to have the abundance in our country made available to me.

Tuesday, February 20, 2024

Prepping for World Thinking Day

I was already in bed when I remembered I had not written today’s blog entry. I tried writing it using my cell phone and that was not working out well at all. The blog program kept slipping into the layout mode and that confuses the heck out of me, so I dragged my tired body out of bed to travel the fifty or so steps to the laptop. Pretty pathetic on my part. It may give you an idea of how tired I am.

What could wear me out so much in the life of retirement? How about six eight-year-old Brownies? I am helping this week with Megan’s Girl Scout Brownie troop as they prepare for World Thinking Day which is celebrated this Thursday night in Rockford. Megan and Amber, the troop leaders are both unavailable on Thursday night so another mom and I, as registered helpers, get to lead the charge.

World Thinking Day is an opportunity for the girls to learn about a different country and make a presentation to other troops. Our troop learned about Mexico. Tonight they learned facts, wrote them out, and created a poster board to present. They also decided they would count to ten in Spanish as the verbal part of their presentation. I will try to get photos of their poster on Thursday night.

I really did not physically do a lot during tonight’s meeting except to help when Megan needed it. Same for Amber and the other mom. Still the energy bouncing around in that huge room was enough for this introvert to want to come home and go to sleep.

I did enjoy watching the girls engage in learning about Mexico. When you are eight years old, writing out facts takes quite a bit of concentration. They did it though! One of the girls wrote out about five different facts and seemed to love every minute of it. Our Charlotte wrote out two facts but preferred wielding the glue stick as she glued facts to construction paper before they were added to the poster board.

The girls were especially excited to learn all about the Axolotl, a Mexican amphibian. The Axolotl happens to be the 2024 Girl Scout Cookie mascot. While they managed to get other facts on their poster like population, sports (futbol is number 1), the girl scout oath of Mexico, coca cola as the number 1 drink (different formula than the United States), they have an entire panel dedicated to the Axolotl.

 My joyful moment today was watching my little girl, now a woman, work to engage the girls and showing an infinite amount of patience. She has got this!

If you want to learn more about World Thinking Day: https://www.girlscouts.org/en/members/for-girl-scouts/ways-to-participate/global-girl-scouts/world-thinking-day.html

Monday, February 19, 2024

Heart Happy

I am so happy! Megan has booked a flight for her best friend, Shasta, to come out to Minnesota the weekend of March 8th. Shasta is bringing us our cat, Alto, and to spend a couple of days. We are excited to see both of them!

We will need to keep Alto downstairs with us as Charlotte is allergic to cats. Making it work until we can get our own place is important to all of us. Poor Rufio will have the toughest time though as his visits to the flat will be limited. He still sleeps with Jeremy and Megan but hangs out with us during parts of the day.

My moment of joy for today is knowing that Alto will be reunited with us in a few weeks!

Forgive any typos or grammar errors. I wrote this late on my mobile phone. No spell check or editor available.



Sunday, February 18, 2024

Coping with Disappointment

Everything happens for a reason.

It was meant to be this way.

Trust the process.

These are the words that pop into my head whenever there is a change in plans. It seems much easier for me to shift my perspective than to deal with disappointment that the plan did not work out.

Part of me is good with my coping mechanism of looking on the bright side. There are times though that I wonder if skating through life on my happy cloud results in a shallow me.

What is, is.

What will be, will work out fine.

Maybe Plan B will work out better.

It is at times like this I am grateful for my meditation practice. It helps to remind me that I can sit with my feelings and be okay.

In the grand scheme of life, the disappointment I am feeling that Plan B is now Plan C is minor. One foot in front of another. Already putting Plan C into motion gives me a focus.

Should Plan C fail there is always Plan D.

Everything happens for a reason.

Saturday, February 17, 2024

Wishing We Really Were Like Books

This quote popped up on a friend's feed awhile back and I had it in "My Future Blogs" folder to ponder on for a while.

The Defiance County Fair in Hicksville, Ohio back in the early 1970's had a fortune telling vending machine. I have mixed memories of how it worked; however, I remember the piece of paper it spit out with my fortune. It read, "You want people to understand you. Let it go."

That little piece of advice stuck with me for at least five decades. When I am feeling defensive in an interaction, I have grown to recognize that it is the need to feel understood that wants me to pursue "my side of the situation." And another part of me thinks, “Why bother? let it slide off your back, move on.”

Two years ago, someone told me, "You are one of those immature people who gather allies to your side in a time of conflict." I realized this is true. I do want my friends or people I respect to hear my side of a situation and either tell me where my "thinking is stinking'" or to let me know that they understand why I am upset. Not because I need their approval. At least I do not think it is for that reason. At the time this the person was angry at me because they felt I was responsible for their reputation faltering when it was in fact their own behaviors and interactions that had created their reputation. 

At the time I understood that, and I still had a desire to defend myself. I resisted and just listened to them spew their garbage. In the end nothing was resolved between us. 

This quote reminds me that life is not as simple as friends or enemies. There is in fact a range or spectrum of relationships. 

And it is okay to let it go when someone does not desire to know our content or does not wish to share their own content. This is hard for me, given the opportunity I want to know everyone's content. At least as much of them as they are willing to share. I am like this when I read books as well! That is why I love books. The writer understands that to tell the story effectively we must connect to the characters. That means letting us into the character's soul.

Wouldn't life be easier for curious people like me if we were like a book? Clearly defined character analysis with a compelling storyline that is easy to understand.


Friday, February 16, 2024

Dealing with Grumpy


I woke up feeling a bit grumpy. The problem is that usually when I am grumpy, I do not know why. It is more a sense of everything is irritating me.

Today, I knew why. It was because I am sharing space in the mornings with my husband. You see I have a morning routine and it consists of indoor walking in our flat. One lap from the end of the kitchen area, through the living room, around both sides of the bed, and back to the kitchen is one hundred steps. I do twenty to twenty-five laps when I first get up in the morning. Joe was home sick on Wednesday and Thursday this week.

Wednesday morning, he sat on the couch to put on his shoes, so I waited to start walking until he put on his shoes. Except he was sitting there staring off into space.

Me: “Are you finished putting on your shoes?”

Joe: “Yes. Why?”

Me: “I walk in the morning, and you are blocking my pathway.”

Joe: “All you have to do is say something.”

Me: “Well, I figured once you had your shoes on you would get up and move around. You don’t usually sit and stare off into space.”

Joe moved to the table to eat his breakfast. The chair he chose was directly in my walking path. Three other chairs to choose from, he picks the one in my walking path.

Okay, so I modify my walk.

Similar annoying “being in my space” events occur on Thursday. This morning, I thought screw it I am NOT walking my laps, I am taking the morning off.

On our thirty-minute drive to Costco in Maple Grove today, we talked about my crankiness. He always says the same thing when I apologize for being cranky.

“Oh, I didn’t notice. Are you feeling cranky?” (This is not sarcasm; he really does not think I am ever cranky).

I then explain that when he officially retires at the end of the month, we will need to work out an arrangement to give me walking space in the mornings until it warms up outside. And, in his usual best husband manner, he proceeds to tell me that he can go upstairs and let me have the flat in the mornings to walk. Or he can sit with his iPad in our flat in a space that does not interfere with my walk.

He then says. “All you need to do is let me know what you need. I know that is hard for you. You don’t want to impose.”

And he is right. We both are so grateful for the almost 30 years (in late April) of this marriage that we do not want to take the other one for granted or make an ask that we might think is unreasonable. And yet, either of us would do anything for each other.

As usual, he is right and all I can think in my head is, “I am grumpy… and the problem is me.”

My mood lifted. 

Thursday, February 15, 2024

Snowy Sweet Days

We ended up with quite a bit of snow on the ground from the storm that came through yesterday. The view out of our living room this morning:


I especially love the snow on the tree branches. The wind was blowing the snow up and into the air - it looked magical. 

Joe is feeling much better than two days ago. Taking the time to rest when his symptoms first hit has helped him recover quicker than in past bouts of a head cold. Before retirement he would have still gone into work and the cold would have lasted weeks. Self-Care wins the day. Two more weeks and he will once again be fully retired. No worries, he will find plenty to do. Maybe go back to walking Pan five to six miles a day. 

We went out to a local computer repair shop late this morning as Joe had questions about internet difficulties he has been experiencing. His laptop is eleven years old and will not support Windows 11. Rod, a veteran of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars, is the owner of Techwarrior Technologies. He was a tank guy in the Army. The slogan on their website reads, “We have the weapons to fight your technology battles.”  The store looks like it opened in about 2015. He helped Joe tweak internet settings and suggested that his laptop was still in great shape. One program that Joe has been wanting to download he thought needed Windows 11 to work. Rod went to the software site and showed Joe where there was a Windows 10 version. It was a good interaction and experience with a local service/store owner. When we are ready to buy Joe a new laptop, we will go back to have him order one and get it up and running for Joe.

My cousin, Eleanor, and I spent an hour virtual chatting this afternoon. I enjoy catching up with her. We try to connect once a month.

Did you make Valentine boxes when you were in grade school? I remember making either a box or decorating a paper bag back in the 1960’s. Caleb and Charlotte decorated their boxes at home to take to school earlier this week. It is cool to see that the box decorating tradition continues all these years later! 

Caleb's Box

Charlotte's Box




Wednesday, February 14, 2024

Valentine's Day Trifecta

Megan made sugar cookie Valentine’s for the family. I hovered while she decorated asking for broken cookies. There were none. Later this afternoon she brought me the cookie pictured above.

This morning it was 37 degrees out which is nice for a Minnesota winter’s day. I went to the thrift store from 9:30am to 12;15pm, then drove to the post office to return a damaged item I had received in the mail. The weather still consisted of clear skies.

I ate lunch, watched a Happy Hour with Ruth & Roxy podcast, read a blog post by Ruth on the Happy Hour website, and took a nap. I passed by the living room window three times. About 45 minutes ago, Joe walked by the window and said, “It snowed!” (Note: He is home today with very little voice and lots of fatigue – tested for COVID and the result is negative. He is using sick time for today and tomorrow). I took the photos below about 4:45pm. It is a little hard to see falling snow in photos during the daylight hours. Still, it looks beautiful. Snow is quiet so there is a sense of tranquility. It also helps that I am warm and snug in our flat and not outside in it.


Charlotte came down to read to me and we sat on the couch together. She wanted to read the story to herself before reading it to me, “So I can practice.” Which gave me time to sit quietly and watch the snow falling. Charlotte than read me a story entitled Planning to Hike. Three friends decided to go on a long hike and they each helped to plan the part of the hike that they were best at planning. During planning, they realized they had forgotten to plan for a truck as they had a lot of equipment. Lucky for them they had a friend with a truck – her name was Beth. This is our third story with Beth as a character.

From Kindergarten (1961) through my Senior year (1974), there was only one other Beth in school with me and that was in kindergarten through third grade. Now here I am in a second-grade reader. The stories are not the same characters each time or a part of a series with the same characters, so it strikes me as funny that Beth keeps appearing. None of the Beth’s gets to be a grandma though!

A Valentine’s cookie from Megan, snow, and reading with Charlotte. Well, this is a perfect day!

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Spa Morning at Hidden Gem

I decided to treat myself to a facial today at Hidden Gem Skin Spa. The owner of the business, Juli, works from her home out in the countryside. Her passion is horse rescue work; I discovered this upon arriving for my appointment. She has a room off her garage she uses as an in-home spa.

It was a fabulous experience with quality products, Circadia, manufactured in Leesport, Pennsylvania. I am looking forward to using the products daily. I am starting out easy with a cleanser and moisturizer by Circadia and a Green Tea Fresh Toner manufactured in South Korea.

Juli graduated recently from esthetician school. This is her second career. Prior to this she was a Marriage & Family therapist. So now she is helping people heal their skin! She asked me before we started if I wanted to know the steps she was doing or if I preferred to just relax in quiet. I opted for knowing what she was doing and why. Next time we can relax in the quiet.

Juli is currently offering a 15-minute infrared sauna blanket treatment as a complimentary service for first time clients. Gentle music played in the background while I relaxed under the blanket. This treatment can reduce inflammation. Ease pain. Improve circulation, detox the body, burn calories, promote beautiful skin, and help with better sleep. People who are pregnant, a pacemaker, heart condition or epilepsy cannot use the treatment. Oddly enough, while relaxed, I found my mind wandering around and thinking about a number of odd topics. Nothing negative or bad. Just a lazy kind of meandering of the mind. Honest, my head and face uncovered… No infrared heat frying my brain. I will see if I sleep any differently this evening.

Here are before and after photos of my skin. The before is from a few days ago. I am not wearing any makeup in either photo.

 


My morning consisted of walking, yoga, meditation, a drive in the countryside to get to Hidden Gem Skin Spa, the infrared blanket treatment, and a one-hour facial. Happy Tuesday to me.

What are you doing for self-care these days?

 

Monday, February 12, 2024

Cognitive Health - Updated


I have been thinking a lot about the press that Biden is getting about his memory these days. Especially given my own age. The fact that a judge who is not a qualified medical person wrote an opinion (and yes, it is only an opinion) getting so much news coverage about a made-up situation is amazing to me.

The reason I was thinking about it so much though has nothing to do with politics. It is for personal reasons I care about memory issues.

Last November when the home health nurse came to do an annual evaluation of Joe and me for our insurance company, he gave us three words to recall a bit later in the conversation. I could recall all three words only because in my head I made a sentence out of them. (The baby is in the kitchen cooking dinner).

Joe recalled two of the three words. I asked our nurse if this meant our memories were declining. He said, it is not about recalling the words, it is to see if a person is aware and employs ways to remember. In other words, the “words” were not as important as the act of “how or even if we are capable of using some form of memory recall.” Using tools/tricks to recall is not a problem. In fact, any device to help with recall is a good sign of cognitive function.

I thought this was enlightening. Until I was about forty-five, I could remember everything. Doctor’s appointment on January 5th of next year at 11:00am? No worries, I did not even write it down and it was there in my head. Even then I had friends, my age, carrying around date books and writing down stuff. I thought it seemed awful cumbersome. Until I started carrying one myself.

Oddly enough, I cannot recall the year my mother or my sister died. I do remember that my dad died in December 1989. I have both mom’s and Jeni’s death certificate copies saved electronically and the year as part of the document name so I can save one step when looking up the date.

I also do not remember now when Megan’s first steps were. I think she was eight months old. I know it was earlier than anticipated. I do remember she potty trained herself, again early. But was it at 12 months as my brain thinks or was it 18 months? Two years old? Shoot. Does it matter?

My cousin, Eleanor, is over eighty and she seems to me to have an excellent memory. At the same time, I am sure she has told me she has to write things down. If you sat and talked to her for a couple of hours you would never, in a million years, say she has “poor cognitive health.” The same of most people over eighty that I know.

Are you under eighty? Do you ever forget someone’s name? Oh, my gosh. I did this just today. At the thrift store we have two or three Karens and two Judy’s. I called the one “Sue” we have Karen. She laughed it off saying, “Well we do have a lot of Karens.” I was grateful she corrected me.

When I started at the job I had before retirement, there was a young man named, well let us say ‘Jason’ since I really cannot remember his name now. I, on the other hand, kept calling him “Jacob.” He was nice to me about it; however, others in the office would say to me in a rather exasperated tone, “Beth, his name is Jason. It is rude of you to keep saying the wrong name.” I finally wrote ‘Jason” on a post-it note and put it on my computer. When Jason came to my desk, I would look at the computer and get it right.

Bottom line, here. I think that Biden’s not recalling the date of his son’s death does not show signs of senility. Much like when mom and Jeni died, I think it is the emotion rather than the date that sticks in my mind (and heart). When dad died, I was only thirty-three years old. My brain still had plenty of room to store dates. I was over sixty when mom and Jeni died.

If as a country, we are concerned about our president’s mental acuity/cognitive health than we need to screen all candidates before they can go on the ballot. This screening needs to take place with qualified medical personnel. Not with judges, lawyers, other politicians, or media outlets.

Should you wish to check out your own cognitive health: https://www.nia.nih.gov/health/brain-health/cognitive-health-and-older-adults

Added later at 7:35pm:

The Presidency Is Not a Math Test

Neither of the old men running on a major ticket shows any sign of catastrophic senescence.

By Graeme Wood

 “These certifications offer false hope. Completing a full presidential term, even badly, is a rather demanding cognitive test, all by itself, and both candidates have recently passed it. Before any psychometric examination is needed, candidates should be excluded based on the presence of ordinary, nonmedical characteristics: stupidity, venality, amorality, indecency, and plain old fondness for bad people and bad ideas. There is no medical test yet developed to weed out these deficiencies. There is a nonmedical one that is highly imperfect but the best we have developed so far. It’s called an election.

From The Atlantic


Sunday, February 11, 2024

Happy Birthday, Megan

Happy Birthday to my baby girl, Monkey Megan (she crawled up onto things at 5 months old), and my sweetie pie who is now thirty-two years old. Being her mom is a joy.

Some photos of her youth to share:

Megan and my mom. Megan was five months old. My mom was fifty-three years old.

Megan at Auntie Ginger's home. I think she was seven or eight month's old. 

Megan in grade school. I think 2nd grade.


Saturday, February 10, 2024

Celebration Saturday

 

This evening we went with Jeremy and Megan to Teresa’s Mexican Restaurant in Maple Grove to celebrate Megan’s birthday (tomorrow). We enjoyed celebrating with them. Megan took a photo of the Molcajete that Joe and I ordered to share. The menu read “for 2.” The menu lied. They serve the meats, cheeses, cooked peppers, mushrooms, and other vegetables in a traditional stone molcajete bowl. Served on the side were corn and flour tortillas, beans, and rice. We brought home enough leftovers for at least four more meals.

We receive emails whenever a house comes on the market here or if there is a price reduction on a house. This morning there were two new listings that piqued my interest. We drove over to Buffalo to check out the properties. On the way we decided that the 15-to-20-minute drive to Buffalo is further away than we want to be from Rockford. While the weather has been mild here this winter there are no guarantees that next winter will not be a typical Minnesota winter.

Both homes ended up being on property with steeply sloped backyards. We are looking for a flat backyard. As we age, we want to be able to mow the yard (even with a riding lawn mower it looks a bit precarious) without tumbling down the hill.

I had a letter from my friend Ginger today. It is such a treat. Her letters make me laugh aloud. Everyone needs a friend who makes them laugh whether it is in conversation or in writing. Ginger has the gift of both. I am grateful. Reading Ginger’s letters brings me joy.


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