Monday, September 26, 2016

The Busy Day

This is it...  Today I woke up and felt the cool, yes, this is Autumn weather, and I just about jumped over the house.  haha..  That would be a big trick requiring more than a temperature change, I think.
But it is beautiful today. Nobody is coming today, I tell Mom. She lies there thinking about who might be coming to break her "Monotony."  (AKA me...  haha..)

Then. Boom! Our nurse called and switched her bath day to today from tomorrow. And then the Bug Man called to do a quarterly spray, a luxury that I know I could do myself, but...  I hate spiders and mice so bad that I am willing to pay this guy four times a year to come fix our troubles... Friday I saw a big spider on the window, and I asked the little nurse if she'd kill it, knowing full well she is terrified of spiders like I am. She first said no, and I said I'd get it, but it was in a terrible spot for someone not that mobile, so she took off her shoe and got to work. She mumbled that I could know she loved me since she was doing that, and then she shouted, "I got it!" I didn't realize it but I had rolled my chair into the kitchen away from the scene of the crime completely. "You didn't even have my back," she said reproachfully. To my shame, I did not. I do hate spiders.

Then also a painter is coming to give me an estimate to fix some crumbling plasterboard and repaint the living room. I'm really torn on a color. This green color is okay and has been this room's color probably 60 years. But I'm always up for change. I don't think the walls have been painted since my first marriage in 1975...  They're due.

So I poured myself a cup of coffee and am trying to get things ready for all the stuff going on...  It isn't a trip to the Florida Keys, and it isn't a cruise, and it isn't even a big outing into the beautiful wild Autumn air...  but it is something...  SOMETHING...  and that is what Mom craves.

Have a fun day...

Whimsy and Hugs!

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Happy Autumn!

Where have I been all month? Well, actually I haven't stepped foot out of the house since Mom came home about sixty days ago. I know. I promised myself and everyone else I would do better, but I am just having trouble finding anyone who wants to do ANYTHING like this...  and anything else I am in the market for.

I have been looking for a person to redo the floors and put in a new snap-wood look floor system in three rooms and a porch. I have a man who swears he'd love to paint the living room. And I have pest controllers and furnace men coming to repair, spray, and hook up a new heater. Is it  time I just gave up on all these guys and started over? Not to mention the many who take my number to call me back about helping with some care giving for Mama.

We are about the same. She is busily planning a big Halloween bash. I would say that her gift from the lord is hospitality because she is always happiest when someone is coming during the day and there is a reason to plan a party.  I told her she could be a queen with a crown and her velvet blankets and we'd make her hospital bed look like a throne. She just beamed and added she wanted a scepter. Oh, my...

I have been journaling and scripting out life and plans in some traveler's notebooks. It's a new method to me, and I'm really enjoying it so much. Now if I just had a life to plan out...

Hope you are doing well and enjoying the cooler days. We had some wonderful fall weather, but today is hot, hot. I spent the morning digging out my bedroom/old dining room...  It's looking a bit better.  I need a good, hot fire, I think...  and just stop thinking what I could do with this and that....  and this...  and that.

Happy Fall! Today's the day an egg is supposed to balance on the wrong end.  Enjoy...  (but have a towel ready because it often doesn't work.)'

Whimsy and Hugs!

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Links of Love

Happy 97th Anniversary to my grandparents... I wrote of their love story twice so thought I would link those here.

Riverbank Legend


When a Man Loves a Woman

Whimsy and Hugs!

Friday, August 26, 2016

A Beautiful Place...

Step on over to visit my sister cousin at her blog! She is an amazing photographer and has a cheerful outlook on life. Check out some of her back posts!  From My Country Sunrize is the place to be...

Whimsy and Hugs!

Saturday, August 20, 2016

The Ocean's Blue

It seems like forever since I wrote an honest to goodness post on here about something other than the daily goings on in our world. I want to share my bit of beach and sun on the mantel before sweet autumn arrives and lets me change it all out for my favorite time of the year.

I love these aquas and silvers and have used them for Christmas time as well (minus the seashells, of course.) These big shells are years and years old. When I was a little girl my dad and mom were friends with a sweet couple who wintered in Sarasota, Florida. They had a little dachshund named Ginger Baby, and they loved to spoil me and bring me all kinds of treasures from the sea. I am not sure it is legal any more to get such big shells, but I'm sure they gathered them  when it was. 

I have been fortunate enough to see all four major bodies of water available to Americans. I traveled up to the Great Lakes, and I've visited the beautiful blue Gulf of Mexico. I spent two summers in California and visited the wild and wickedly misnamed Pacific Ocean on many occasions, never able to get too far out due to the scary riptides. I also saw briefly one magical day the grey Atlantic beyond the beach's blue stripe along Boca Raton. Gorgeous!

You are looking at a 2016 Holiday Barbie I got for Mama while she was in the hospital. I thought the "snow globe" looked amazingly like a sea bubble, and her colors were perfect, so we tucked her right in after she came home and claimed her prize.
So true. I have lived landlocked in Missouri all my life, but I believe the restorative powers of      the vast blue waves would do wonders in our souls. I think it possible to journey everywhere via books and media. No, it's not as good as being there, but it isn't like missing out altogether. 

Sparkle. It is the sparkle that changes the day from just a day to a blessed 24-hour span. How do we each add that sparkle. That's the ultimate question, isn't it. I think a key to finding it is to believe the glow is truly there waiting to be dug out or polished off... not feeling the burden of actually striking flint and finding kindling and re-inventing the flame...  just fan it. My mom's nurse is a joy to us. Today she told us of her plans for tonight. She has two school age children who begin classes Monday. They have been looking forward to a final campout for weeks. Well, the forecast was for high percent chance of severe storms, so she decided to take her kids to a nearby farm and with permission, of course, set up the tent in the machine shed! I call that sparkle! When lightning, thunder, and strong winds beat on my window about 1 o'clock a.m., my first thought was how glad I am they were inside! 

All that said, yeah... The sea tide ebbs and the pull of crisp Autumn is happening. Tomorrow night is supposed to be 57 degrees! I have my caramel sauce recipe and Granny Smiths are on my short list! Time to light my pumpkin cocoanut candle from Bath and Bodyworks...

Enjoy a blessed weekend.

Whimsy and Hugs!

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Hazy August Sun...

As much as I want to leap into Autumn, I am enjoying Summer's glory. Hot and humid Missouri has been a doozy. Mornings see steam caught between the window and the screen... I am loving the summer salads and Mom wants a huge garden next year... (!) and a dog!!!! I am going to have to pray about those.

Hope you are all having a good week.

While I would love to take credit for these pretty cookies, I bought them from QVC. So delicious, too....  

Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

It is such good advice...

Whimsy and Hugs!

It is almost that magical time of the year for families with young children. In the early evening the late-summer's golden slant of light sets the stage for the song of the locusts, and I would know without a calendar or a Payless shoe ad that it is time once again for book bags and new crayons... It is back to school once again without me. 

And it is not as if I have stopped needing to learn things...  Oh no! I have more to understand than ever as my days wind into months, seasons, and years.

I have been enjoying most days with planning, journals, good books, and of course, Mama. In all honesty, the nights are not as good.  We spend a lot of time in a life lock to see whether madness or dreams will rule the night... Honestly it is too close to call.


Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Whimsy and Hugs!

Thought these were a hoot for upcoming back to school! Enjoy...

Have a good week!

Friday, July 29, 2016

p.s.... the last word,,,

Oh, Mama... We just had  a little "discussion" in a super calm voice on my part (I thought). I explained we were not going to argue and she could yell if she wanted but I could only go so fast and yelling wouldn't make me get there any faster..  She looked at me quite squarely
with a not too pleasant gleam in her eyes...

After I came in to the other room I heard her voice.... "You are very...very... very lucky, very lucky your mother puts up with this, PUTS UP WITH YOU! My mother didn't. You are a sass box."

Oh, Mama....

Whimsy and Hugs!

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Mama on the Mend...

I am sitting here in my bedroom/aka old dining room, looking out the west window and keeping my ears tuned for the hum of an ambulance bringing Mama home from a ten day hospital stay. This homecoming almost didn't happen because I was all but four hours from having her accommodated in our local nursing home. I am not saying that might not have to happen, but it isn't happening on this visit to the hospital.

As I've mentioned earlier, or at least hinted, Mama has developed dementia. It breaks my heart, and I know that those of you who have seen a parent wander wide-eyed and lost down that same path... you understand the disbelief, denial, and excuses a daughter makes when she doesn't want to see it. I recall telling Mom many, many months ago that she wasn't waking up from her dreams quite fast enough. I told her little white lies about things to make her feel better about not understanding them. And I told those same white lies to myself. The trouble is, I think Mama knew all along. I was the one who fell for every lie I told. My son gently told me many times that his granny had dementia. And she does.

I hate it, and I won't go in to anything personal because if you've been there, you know, and if you haven't, God blesses you every day with that gift...  The thing is..  He has blessed us with the disease itself, as well, because every day is still a gift.

To be honest, I was supremely tired and awfully crabby/angry/cranky...  and when Mom developed a UTI on top of the dementia. Nobody was sleeping ... at. all.... I didn't realize what was happening, and I just got overwhelmed. A week ago Monday, she began to show signs of  more infection (low grade fever, rash, lethargy) so I called 911 to take her to the hospital on my doctor's and home health nurse's orders. Mom has to travel by ambulance to and from the hospital (at $1200 a pop!!!) Her confusion and my exasperation and lack of knowledge had reached its peak, so I got everything in order and even talked to her about going to the local nursing home after she was released. She wasn't too thrilled, but she agreed it might be best. (That was a sure sign of her emotional condition because she really doesn't want to go at all.) With everything in place, I proceeded to feel a sense of freedom and surety I haven't felt in years. I admit it. I thought it would be the best place for her and the best situation for all of us. (And it might be. But...)

I began to cry. Now, those of you who think you know me believe I cry easily, and I do tear up quite fast. I have a tender heart and an empathetic streak that melts with TV commercials or memories or sad songs on the radio. However, it has been a long, long time since I cried all day. My bouts with tears are usually rather intense but over in a few minutes. I don't think I even cried long and hard when my precious Daddy passed away...  I figured there was no need because I wouldn't ever really have a reason to stop crying about that since he wasn't coming back... so why start? Pragmatic Romantic?

But I cried, and I cried...  I had no peace about it although I made all the phone calls to all Mom's friends to let them know, and I got nothing but support and agreement that it was the best for her. (and it probably might be, but...) So at midnight I texted my son and said I couldn't do it. He told me that if I thought it was wrong, it probably was...  (Such a jewel, that one.) He said he was happy to continue giving up great, huge portions of every day to help me take care of Mama. So I prepared last Thursday to bring her home.  Our doctor, who is known for his gruff attitude and intelligent decisions, as well as his impatience, decided differently. He put the paperwork in for an extended stay to assist Mom with some physical therapy and to give us a little breather to make sure her UTI had cleared. She could have stayed seven more days, and believe me, sleeping has been so wonderful that I thought about it. However, we decided to keep seven days in case she needs more help later on. Good old Medicare requires a sixty day wait if we use up all the days now...

Christmas above and six months later birthday below... such a long, physically and mentally challenging journey for Mom...

So....  short story long, she's coming back home today. She's waiting impatiently I know for an ambulance to be free. I just heard it will be after 3:00. I hope to have more patience, a better approach/shedule/diet/plan...  whatever it takes. I just know that I couldn't give up the intimate knowledge of how she was doing every minute. When she puckers her mouth a certain way like she is thinking about a straw, I know she's thirsty. Shen she wrinkles her nose, I know it itches...  When she is just plain silly with the idea that a little girl is trapped in a blanket over in the corner, and she yells, "I'm speaking on her behalf! Help! Help! I'm trapped in the blue blanket!"...  I know it is the same woman who kept everything completely organized and in her head for almost a century...  92 years... and I check the blanket to make sure she isn't telling the truth...

I appreciate and understand all of you and all the decisions, hard choices you have made whether you have kept your parents at home or found good, caring nursing facilities for them...  Both are excellent choices and both are blessed, I'm sure, by the loving Heavenly Father.

 This is a catch-up, throw-it-out-there blog. I will resume my normal, erratic bursts of energetic seasonal decorating and half finished projects shortly.

Whimsy and Hugs!