Wednesday, August 27, 2014

For Our Irish Singer

It's been a weird couple of days.  Hubby and I've been to several doctors' appointments leading up to his knee surgery.  It's one of those moments in life when you know it'll all work out, but you feel bad that your Beloved is going to feel lousy before he feels better.  But he's ready for it, so I have to be too.

Then talk turned yesterday to two of our senior citizens who are in nursing homes and who have, quite frankly, decided enough is enough.  One is 90 and just had a massive stroke, the other is 98 and sliding downhill much too slowly as she sees it.  It's hard to acknowledge that these two people I've known for almost 20 years might shuffle off while I'm gone. Then I remind myself of what they've shared with me...and that's a wonderful gift.

But when I got home, I discovered our much loved Irish Singer has had enough with the Internet highway.  I don't blame him.  When you have days that you begin to yell at the screen,"There can't BE this many stupid people!" it's time to take a break from the invisible people with the loud opinions.  Although it was with a heavy heart that I acknowledged his message with one of understanding, he didn't sever all ties.  He gave us a way to stay in touch.  A lovely, old fashion way which will guarantee that he hasn't heard the last of me.  

Funny how we take things for granted.  This morning I noticed that my work calendar has a motivational saying at the top of each week. Now I've had this thing since July 2013.   I've just ignored the writing on the top thinking it was probably trying to sell me something...or remind me to reorder a refill for the fancy book where it resides.  Today I discovered it had a message for me and me Irish Pal:

"The difficulties you meet will resolve themselves as you advance. 
Proceed, and light will dawn and shine 
with increasing clearness on your path."

Hmmm.  And I've been thinking about my path lately.  I have a direction in mind, but no map.  Which made me grin...cause I have a friend named Map.  And the card I received Monday was the first thing I thought of when he advised he was flying away. 

Just remember Friend, your other wing is in the South...and it's sister is further south...and north towards Canada.  After all, that birds of a feather thing must have some truth to it.  Take care.  We'll still be here.

Monday, August 18, 2014

I was 16, going on 17

I've been busy trying to tie up loose ends before Hubby's knee replacement surgery on Aug. 28th.   Won't have much time for hobbies for a couple of weeks after least.  I was cleaning up some Family Tree info when I found this.

This was my 17th birthday 
and Hubby-to-be-one-day turned 18 the next month.  
Ah, youth.
(Hey Ponita...THERE's where that 23 inch waist was hiding!)

Friday, August 8, 2014

"I Do"....and still counting

Today marks year 34.  
Not sure how we got here that fast, 
but it was the best decision I ever made.

Now if only I knew where to find that 23" waist!