Showing posts from October, 2017

Scary Scars

A young trouble-lovin’ neighbor boy managed to scare me back in my preschool days.  My mom sent me to our neighbor’s house where Freddie hid in the shrubs and jumped out at me wearing his Frankenstein mask loaded with scars.  I screamed every time.  

I’ve had to forgive Freddie for harassing me when these memories pop up.  I’m sure he grew up to be a swell guy and if I could remember his last name I would look him up on social media and yell at him.

Those Scars! The scars on the mask looked real to me, a six year old timid girl.  What is it about scars that creep us out like that?
When I think of scars, I think of pain.  I don’t like to see people suffer. 
Scars are areas of fibrous tissue (fibrosis) that replace normal skin after injury. A scar results from the biological process of wound repair in the skin and other tissues of the body. Thus, scarring is a natural part of the healing process.     Wikipedia
My orthopedic surgeon is a petite female but as strong as her male peers in the f…

A Right Way to Get Up

I discovered there’s a right way to get back up once you’ve been down. I never thought about trying to get up from the floor with a fake knee and a severe arthritic knee on the other side.  It can be a problem weeks after surgery.  I needed a good plan.
The Story of My Life My physical therapist asked me how I get up when I’m on the floor.  I quickly replied:  “I never allow myself to get down on the floor.”
He ignored my smart answer and told me he would show me how to get down on the floor and gracefully get back up.
He spread the sheet from the exam table on the floor and drew a chair close and demonstrated slipping off the chair to the floor and then pulling up back up onto the chair.   I have strong arms so I followed his lead on the first try.
Sometimes in life we end up on our bottoms and we have to deal with it. 

“Now I feel better knowing you know how to get back up should you find yourself on the floor,” he said.

There’s a Lesson in That Session
It would be foolish of me to think …

Unwritten Songs

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

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…