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Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Where has the time gone? No seriously, where?

I said that I would try to write more often and it's not like I hadn't thought about it; I just didn't.  Life has sped up, slowed down, seemingly stopped, threw me into a tizzy and yet one thing still remains true, I like to write on occasion.  I even had a little spark of thought to write a play for church based off a song I heard. All of these thoughts in my little head waiting to come out.

The last time I wrote I had one grandchild and now I have two, both boys and both utterly adorable.  I get a little upset when I'm around them because I don't have the energy needed to play with them, because their energy seems infinite in comparison.  Then I feel older than I've ever admitted but it's okay, I grab them when I can and get all of the hugs and kisses I can before they wiggle away.  And it's an extra treat for me when they fall asleep in my arms while I'm content to just sit there and hold them.  Not daring to move because I know that moments like those are fleeting.  Before I know it they'll be much older and letting me cuddle them will be the last thing on their minds.

I used to wonder how my granny felt about me and my siblings when we were kids and I can only imagine that it had to be something like what I feel about the boys.  How awesome and delightful it is to see the products of your children, running around and speaking a language only they understand.  Especially amusing to me are the emotions, facial and verbal that my children express when the kids do something that amuses or irritates them.  Ah, the payback that I don't think I've ever verbalized to them but many times have secretly imagined.

From infants to toddlers with such strong personalities.  I love them so much.  I can't wait until they come to visit again.

Thursday, January 5, 2017


I woke up late and immediately started thinking about what I would wear to work.  I really need to go shopping because my wardrobe is out-of-date and not weather appropriate but that's another topic for another day.  I decided on a gray straight cut skirt with buttons down the front of it.  I also chose one of my favorite company shirts that has a combination of white, pink and gray vertical stripes.  Add my gray fleece lined tights and I was ready to go, except I wasn't, the shirt needed a little ironing.

I set up the ironing board, filled the iron with water and commenced with ironing the shirt.  I intently tried to iron out every visible wrinkle I saw and that's when it happened.  I suddenly found myself leaning backwards so I put down the iron and felt behind me a firm spot to sit down on my bed.  For a moment I thought I was possibly dying (I don't get dizzy like that often), I always think the worse case scenario; I'm way dramatic like that.

So as I sat on the bed I took a look around the room and gauged my feelings, taking close note of my heart rate and breathing.  Nothing seemed to be wrong with my vision and soon the feeling of dizziness passed.  I looked at the iron and the shirt and chuckled to myself.

I had been flipping, tossing and running the iron back and forth across the shirt so fast that I gave myself a case of vertigo.  I told myself to slow down and assured myself that I would still get to work in time wrinkled shirt or not.  Surprisingly, even with that little setback I made it to work with 15 minutes to spare and no, I wasn't speeding.  I actually did the speed limit the whole trip.

But the relationship I now have with my iron and striped apparel has changed.  Respect the stripes people.  Take it easy when ironing.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Spring into Winter?

This is Michigan, isn't it supposed to be cold, snowy but somewhat sunny?  Instead it has been rainy, with spring like temps and foggy.  My body doesn't know what to do, we're confused.  I'm having the hardest time staying awake, especially with the sound of rain hitting the aluminum awning.  My alarm doesn't stand a chance at effectively waking me up with nature playing that kind of music.

I'm a spring baby, so I'm sure that I was lulled to sleep by the sound of raindrops as a wee babe.  And because it's usually not too bright outside when it rains it's the perfect weather to sleep through.  Add warm pj's, pillows and a blanket and I'm in for the duration.  Actually, I can sleep during just about any kind of weather but rainy weather tips the scale from sleeping normally to semi-comatose.