Grandma's Prizes

I haven't written in awhile as, like most of us, feeling in a funk. This piece was easy and rewarding to write. Please feel free to add comments to anything I have missed or your own observations. 

What being a grandma means to me:

·             Seeing the circle of life unfold right before my very eyes

·             Watching the growth of an individual knowing the child wouldn’t be there without me giving         birth to their parent

·            Having the chance to see my child develop into a loving caring nurturing parent

·             Finding the laughter of a child and the tears forever change me and melt my heart

·             Finding that the depth of love has no bounds

·             Being able to play with a child I love and give them back when I tire!

·             Hearing the nickname you are given (grandma, gammie, nana, etc) and it never getting old

·             Possessing the wisdom of years and having an attentive ear to your lessons

·             Being able to step back when discipline is needed and forward for all the accomplishments

·            Adoring eyes are mutual

fja    Learning some of the best things in life come in small packages

        Seeing seeds take root again with lots of love and acts of kindness

·            Knowing I am leaving a lovely legacy of my life behind

A Classic Read

 

I just read a classic, again. First time in years! Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter. The mastery of the English language is not something you often see in written form anymore. I must say it was a harder read, as in I had to take my time with this book. Even though I can speed read, this was not the kind of novel you could or wanted to exercise that skill. In doing so, you would miss the richness of the language.

Our Book Club picked The Scarlet Letter this month because consensually we agreed reading a classic once a year should be a must.  It was even better this time around! What I got out of the book was so different than previous as I have matured since college days, as most of us have. (Or was it high school I read it; it escapes me, just like many things at this age!).

I urge all of you that follow my blog to take the time to pick a classic book and read it.  Then suggest it to someone else. Understand what makes masterful writing!

Sail Away

With COVID19 in our world right now and many dying, it seems appropriate to revisit this beautiful piece I had gotten from a friend by Henry Van Dyke.

          I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

           Then someone at my side says, “There, she is gone!”

           “Gone where?”

           Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.

          Her diminished size is in me, not in her.  And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There, she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

And that is dying.

                                                                                          Henry Van Dyke

 

Work in Progress

        I am currently working on a murder mystery book. I never thought I would be able to write a lengthy one. I am more of a straight shooter and felt like what do you say besides someone was murdered and who did it?  But in writing this story and it evolving, it has been fun to kind of drop clues along the way, red flags so to speak, until it all comes together to a crashing end. 

I think the hardest part is being objective about what you are writing. I get so caught up in the characters and the story that it is hard to imagine what a reader would be sensing. Am I being too obvious about how it will unfold? Will the story hold someone’s interest? All those kinds of thoughts I try to push to the back of my mind so I can stay focused.  

Writing a blog is easier because it is shorter in length, once you come up with a topic to write about. I think that is why I compiled, in my first book, a collection of my blogs. I thought it would be easy but in actuality, it was an incredibly time consuming project. Rewriting and editing those pieces was stressful; even with my editing and several others, when the book came out, reading it in its entirety I still found mistakes. And by then, the book was in many people’s hands. Oh, to admit we are human is a beautiful thing! 

All this to say, as a reminder, we all have stories inside us. It is just a matter of taking the time to write them down in a coherent fashion. May you find one way or another to let your mind be imaginative! It will help keep you young at heart. 

New Book - Leash on Love

    Tell the truth, lol!  For years, so much of what I have written is non-fiction here on my blog page and elsewhere, in particular my career assignments. I decided to take a gander at the women’s fiction of today. I have found there is an ever-growing list of female authors writing light-hearted novels about life and love.  With that in mind, I jumped in and wrote one. Hope you enjoy it! It was certainly fun writing and evolving a story line around a fictional woman. 

     The book is called Leash on Love and is sold on Amazon. Will she or won’t she find her happiness?

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Sunflower Sentimentality

Reaching towards the sky,

I feel the sun’s rays,

It warms my heart

And brightens up my day.

I have always loved sunflowers. The simplistic look and beauty of the flower encapsulates the love of nature God brings to this earth.

My love affair with them started as a child. My father had a garden up the two terraced hills in our backyard. It seemed, back then, way up there, away from the house that is was  closer to the clouds and heaven. He would go up there to work and I would watch him, translation: get in the way I am certain! Kids just do that, the intention to help is appreciated but often times, delays what you are trying to do.

In the back of the garden were some sunflower seeds I had planted. I thought they’d died because there were no signs of life. Then slowly but surely, the stems started to grow. They flourished back there even when other vegetables in that garden were not showing signs of life! It wasn’t that long before they were tall and blooming. They seemed to be reaching for the sun, with their faces turned upwards. How can you look at a sunflower in full bloom and not feel happy inside?  That is exactly how those flowers affected me, even as a small kid. 

Things changed when the flowers had visible seeds. This occurred a month or longer after they

bloomed. Some of the success of the seeds thriving is due to the pollination process, thus bees are needed. Hence, there was always a bee swarming around the sunflowers in the back of the yard making it somewhat treacherous, if you are slightly allergic to be stings, to stand right by them for a long period of time. So I would stand back and enjoy their splendor.

Sunflower seeds are considered ripe when the flower turns yellow and the seeds in the center begin to turn brown. That is about the time the birds descended on my sunflower plants! I never realized we had so many birds around till then. They flew from everywhere and I was certain some were from miles away. I told myself they had to be because they were so plentiful in number.

The birds would pick on the seeds unmercifully and what was left was nothing of the picture of

vibrancy originally seen. My mood would shift from elation at the blooming to dismal for the lack of the color and beauty of the flower. I would quickly forget that the blooms would be back and just stare at them with sadness inside pondering the possibility of them not blooming again.

I learned from this beautiful flower that even plants strive to reach the sky, not just little girls.

I learned that bees and birds are part of nature’s magic. They each played a part in the growth of the flower as the birds dropped seeds nearby which sometimes grew to be another sunflower. Sunflowers eventually became much more numerous that my two single plants  

 

I saw, represented in this flower, the need for sunlight and hopeful positive thinking. Nature always comes back around. God makes certain of it.

I learned also that some people thought of the gangling plant as a weed, a nuisance, just like some people see children. But the beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

May you find in nature, perhaps with a gaze of a sunflower, proof that God is waiting for you to reach up to him before you can flourish.

Obsession Confession of Tessie

Puppy Tessie

     There is a little thing that’s round with lines on it, commonly used in a game with a net across a court, a tennis ball. In our home, it is known as Tessie’s toy. I think I need to be more accurate, the tennis ball is Tessie our labradoodle’s obsession!

          It started one day with a walk in the park.  We saw someone throwing a tennis ball at their dog and

Game-Face

the pet retrieving it. We took Tessie home and went down to the area in our community and threw a few to her. Instinctively she knew exactly what to do. And to our surprise, she did not want to stop. In fact, when we tried to, she cried.

     Since that day, she has a love for those balls that is beyond comprehension.  If other dogs are out, she ignores them. Her single focus is “the ball.” She is anxiously waiting for “the throw” and that is her single concern, she could care less about the other four legged critters in the area. 

     If another dog attempts to play ball with her, she is what is known as a ball hog! Yes, she rudely cuts in front of everyone, outruns dogs, sometimes literally running into them to retrieve the ball.  She is hell-bent on a mission and stops at nothing from capturing it in her mouth. She jumps, squats, flips, dives with and without grace all to capture that round bouncing ball. She then proudly runs it back with her prancey dancey gait back to you to throw it again!

     If a human being is in the vicinity, they are ignored also. Their role in her life, when outside and a tennis ball is in view is simply to throw it.  If you are do not she has no use for you in her life. She runs for the balls until her mouth is drooping, her tongue is hanging out and she looks like she is on her last leg. We have to make her stop!

     The tennis balls are in the drink cups of our golf cart. If we take Tessie on a ride in the cart, she picks up a ball and carries it in her mouth for the entire ride. She looks to the right and to the left checking out the scenery. She sits up and down admiring the yards but through it all, the ball is firmly in her mouth and she refuses to lose her grip on it no matter how long we are riding.

Notice the tennis ball on the couch?

     Within our home, because we forget that she has them in our mouth, she sneaks in with the balls.  Thus, tennis balls have been found in virtually every room in the house.  It is nothing to walk into the bathroom and find a tennis ball in the middle of the floor or see one sitting on the window sill in the living room as if it was placed there as part of the décor.

     She has garnered a reputation as the 

Tennis Ball Queen.   Those on our side of our community where we live know her well, and her 

passion. Thereby, when they see tennis balls out, as they tell us with laughter in their voices, they know Tessie has been there. The balls have become her 'calling card'. Yes, even Tessie, from time to time slips up and leaves a beloved tennis ball behind.

     Never have we ever known a dog more obsessed with playing with a ball. She brings them to you and cries and whines to play. She carries them in her mouth in the house. So if they ever stop making tennis balls, we will be in a heap of trouble and have one unhappy dog! And very unhappy owners!

Savor The Time With You

It’s finally done! A book for many of my more popular blogs is now available in paperback or as a digital version on Amazon.  What a feeling of accomplishment! It only took being quarantined to find the time. What we do with empty space defines us.

It's harder to write about carefree things when the nation/world is going through a pandemic because everything else seems so trivial. And yet, life is made up of small things, details and moments that combined make for a meaningful life. Thus, perhaps writing now makes the most sense!?

I hope that those that read my blogs are taking time to examine their life during this quiet period. Never before have most of us been left to our own devices at home for so long. Your home is your comfort zone so it is the perfect place and this IS the ideal time to do a personal inventory of yourself.

Ask yourself if you have your priorities straight and if you are spending the right amount of time with each.  Is your physical, mental and spiritual health where it needs to be?  If not, Game On, set goals and then create steps to make them materialize. Stay committed. Today's date is when you should start new patterns of behavior, routine habits that are healthier ways of living. Three weeks of learned behavior improves your odds of making it permanent.

Whether it is finishing a book, holding a loved one longer or savoring a cup of coffee, do it now. Cherish the  moments instead of whining about what is not.  At the end of the day, hopefully you will discover there is nobody better to be quarantined with than you!

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Don't Bore Yourself!

Life with #Covid19 (Coronavirus) in our midst is different, a much slower pace than most Americans are used to! Activity levels are down and anxiety is up with less to do with it. Never before in our lifetime have most of us lived somewhat quarantined.

As days pass, I am reminded of a college exam in a writing class I took. After getting graded on journals and writing throughout, the final exam would be 30% of our grade. Therefore, we all assumed she would pick some noteworthy or exciting topic. Instead the subject we were to write about was any of the following, boring, bored or boredom. We all got brain freeze staring at the bored, I mean board!

Of all the topics to pick to write about, why did she pick that?  And faced with a blue book that we were supposed to fill with script of creative writing that enticed her to read more and grade high, we all made audible groans. Then reality set in; this class was as much about creative writing as the actual art of writing, hence the topic. This topic stimulated thinking outside the box to write something excellent to read about a topic that anyone might otherwise pass over.

Fast forward to today’s world, most of us are living in isolation. Stores are closed, parks and many of   It is easier to live status quo which right now would be boring.

the activities we usually partake to keep our lives stimulating. Quite easily life can be boring and the true challenge is, much like that exam assignment, to be creative in thinking and actions.

Take the exam challenge! Begin the day feeling eager to come up with things to do besides just passing time.  It does not have to be large tasks, it can be mental challenges, hand-write a note to an old friend, email your family, call someone, pick up a new hobby, etc. Be grateful for the day and the blessings you have always. Go to bed happy and fulfilled with your life. Reflect on what you did differently and what you will add to tomorrow. Remember life could always be worse.  Any given day, if you are 100% bored through the course of an entire day, you are making that choice.  Choose to be stimulated and live!

Mother in the Clutches of Dementia

Dementia is terrible thing. I am learning of just what it robs someone of, normalcy. Perhaps

those suffering from it, in the later stages, don’t  notice it as much but for those interacting with them, it is a flagrant reminder of a mind lost in itself in a land that seems far away, somehow misplaced and never coming back.

My biological mother was diagnosed several years ago with dementia. She joined the 47.5 million cases worldwide. Predictions are there will be 82 million in 2030 and 152 million cases in 2050.  5 Million live in the United States, Mom being one so she is not alone by any stretch.

Living in an active over 55+ community, I still come in contact with an aging population that has residents who occasionally have spouses or parents that have dementia. It is not the same as when your family member is afflicted.  I am not sure much of anything prepares you emotionally.   It is draining just to be in a conversation.  

My sister Terri has become my namesake when conversing with my mother. More often than not, I am not only called her name but all references are to her life, memories of time spent with her and reflections on her thoughts and feelings towards Terri. It is pointless to correct her so I find myself responding in Terri-like fashion.  I call my sister afterwards, tongue-in-cheek, to lessen the heartache and tell her what “she” said to Mom. She does likewise as she is frequently in the same position responding in my given name.

Some of my conversations with Mom these days are about things and people I know nothing about. She will lapse into memories and because I was raised by my father and stepmother, I do not have knowledge of a great portion of her life so have no idea of what she is talking about and she is totally unaware. Any normal verbal cues are gone when dementia hits.

Mom operates on a short fuse. She is quick to anger and to sadness. Either mood is hard to lessen or erase so I am careful to not trigger either!  Being several states away, I am dealing with emotions and dementia over the telephone most of the time so am pretty powerless to do much but listen and send things.  And the requests for items to send are becoming more frequent as she doesn’t recall what she asked for. A letter will come, two in a day asking for the same thing, the realities of dementia in black and white. Envelopes will come without hard to decipher hand-writing talking of things I know nothing of. With the affect it has on our lives, I keep it to myself as like so many others,  no one wants to talk about it though it affects millions of Americans and great numbers worldwide!

Mom is alive yet living at half-mask. What are painful are the times she is more than aware of it and makes statements about how silly and disappointed she is at what her life has become. It is then when I and everyone who has ever dealt with the dreaded disease pray there will be a cure or better treatment options in the future so that elderly do not have to suffer with losing their minds. 

This needs to be freely discussed for the  millions suffering, growing daily, and communicate the importance of early screening!  70% of cases are Alzheimer’s, a more serious form that thankfully my mother doesn't  have. 58% of all patients in the US live in lower income homes so funding is needed so financial resources for dementia are essential too. 

As I look back, it is with a grateful heart I had some wonderful memories with Mom before she was in the clutches of dementia. Now I simply embrace her in whatever way I can for as long as I can watching her mind slip away.