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Unwritten Songs

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Annie’s Song competed with the noise of sizzling bacon on the stove while my husband blended the ingredients for his famous blueberry waffles at the kitchen island.  I hung a big birthday banner in the dining room and anchored streamers to flow from the ceiling as a centerpiece over the table.
You fill up my senses like a night in the forest…the familiar old song played in the background on the kitchen radio.
The morning sunshine beamed through the windows as I set my dining room table for yet another special family gathering, Sookie’s birthday brunch.  Our granddaughter turned nine.  Last Saturday, her dad planned a busy, fun day.  He included us and I couldn’t wait for them to arrive.  I wouldn’t be able to go ice skating up in the mountain with the rest of the family but having a special breakfast together and opening presents gave me something to look forward to all week long!   
Papa Tom and I reminisced while we prepared the party food that morning and chatted about the oldie radio…

In Sickness and in Health

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I know I’m not the only retired woman out there that entertains a nightmare memory of a past working day in my career.
This week Jeff popped up in my mind.  I remember the sale for this fellow from Montana who purchased an acre of land in our beautiful valley in Arizona.  When Jeff walked through one of our model homes, he made his decision to purchase quickly.   As I wrote up the paperwork, I listened to Jeff dream about relocating and what that would look like for him in that beautiful home on his new property.
I answered all his questions but one.  He ordered, not asked, that I find him a girlfriend to move in with him in his new home.  I studied his face and realized he was serious!
“Make sure she is not over 35.  And I don’t want any sick lady.  She can’t have any kids either.  I want her to be healthy and willing to enjoy my new life with me.” 
To be honest, I could not think of any woman I know and dislike that much to fix up with Jeff.  The sale never launched.  Jeff’s credit did…

She's on the Mend

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You don’t have to file a missing person’s report.  Mary is not missing.I’m Mary’s husband, Tom, and I wish to thank all of her well wishers, prayer warriors and blog followers that have supported her throughout the past month as she underwent knee replacement.She won’t be playing marbles or be drafted for the tight end on a NFL team, but she will be able to walk without the tremendous pain that she’s been undergoing for the past ten years.

We can pick our friends.  We can pick our nose, but we can’t pick our parents or our friend’s nose.  Mary inherited her bad knees from her mother who transmitted some bad gene to both Mary, her sister and brother.
Mary’s surgeon is located in Flagstaff, about 60 miles north of us but her operation was done at a hospital in Phoenix. Her doctor recommended the lower altitude location for older ones, like Mary, because of the higher oxygen concentration and faster healing.   Mary hopes that her knees will last a 25 year warranty that comes with them.  Lo…

Prayer Pleeez!

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I feel squeamish and thought I should tell you.  A giant stands before me and I’m using my sword, but ask for back-up.  I’m scheduled for surgery, August 25.  My journey begins with a left full knee replacement.  I will have to have the other knee done, later.
My neighbors helped me find the best surgeon!  All she does is hips and knees. I’ve completed the pre-op tests, attended the class at the hospital to inform me of what to expect, and started physical therapy.  Before surgery I have to get to an acceptable range of motion.  Let’s just say, I’m not there yet.
I am blessed! The PT believes in gentle therapy.  He has a low-key personality with humor.  He will be in my life for a while and I am determined to do whatever he says.  I’m improving already.  He knows his stuff.
I can still visualize the surgeon’s finger pointing in my face to get a stationary bike and demanding:  “Get on it every day—take your Aleve if you have to—but get on it and pedal and pedal even if you can only do th…

I'm Amazed

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A popular love song played often on the radio during the year that my husband proposed.  Maybe I’m Amazed, crafted by talented Paul McCartney reminds us that it’s amazing to find love and it’s amazing to need each other.
Tomorrow we reach our 46th year mark.  We took some time to be alone before the amazing monsoons hit our state.  Whereas summer weddings in the Midwest are popular with flowers in bloom everywhere in comfortable outdoor settings,  summer anniversaries in the hot, humid months in Arizona call for creative planning.  Some beautiful resorts lower their prices substantially! 

We enjoyed a delicious late lunch at Harold’s Saloon in Cave Creek, AZ, country and western atmosphere, rustic and colorful.  Look at this old pioneer scene on the property!







The gal who checked us in at the Carefree Resort and Conference Center felt accomplished at 28 years of marriage.  She seemed amazed we're going on 46 years.  She understood the effort relationships require to keep their sparkl…

Are You A Shark or a Water Lily?

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A friend sent me a photo of water lilies that she captured with her cell phone in the park near my home.  The dainty flower reminds me of a story I wrote a while back about a select group of strong, naughty church women and their interaction with a pacifist.  Today’s repost with minimal changes carries a lesson for all types of personalities.  

I’m a water lily, but I’ve learned how to swim with the sharks.
Water lilies don’t move much.  They like the still, quiet water, like a pond, and they just sit there looking peaceful.  Their real strength is underneath, below the surface.  Their root system under the flower attaches itself to the soil beneath, sometimes as deep as six feet.  
Sharks, on the other hand, are good swimmers.  They keep moving to breathe and stay afloat.  They have sharp teeth and they’re sensitive to motion and attracted to blood.  They appear out of nowhere and circle their prey!
I yearned to be on the board of my church’s Women’s Ministries.  The large church offered…

Ireland, A Child's View

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I found myself checking my phone often in hopes of hearing from my eight year old granddaughter.  That was a few weeks ago when I wondered if she enjoyed traveling in Ireland.I hoped she packed the right clothes and imagined her sightseeing in that beautiful country.She sent me texts with hints of fun times on this trip with her dad!

The best thing about last week was Friday when Sookie and her dad drove up to have dinner with us.  I knew little about Ireland and looked forward to hearing her experience.  It made me happy that she wanted to visit Papa and I just as soon as she returned to the states.    They narrated their photos from a slideshow and told us all about the castles, old churches and bed & breakfasts in Kilarney, Limerick, cork and Dublin over their fourteen-day stay.
Sookie told me fresh orange juice topped the list of her favorite foods!  They described Irish food as sausage and cabbage mash (a potato mixture.)  Of course, they bragged about the fish and chips too.
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