Apparently 3:00 AM is the new 6:00 AM. I thought I would let you know, in case there are those of you, who didn't get the memo, like me. Waking up at 3:11 precisely every morning, has some advantages. It is very, very quiet, except for the furnace going off and on, and the … Continue reading The Memo
See this ridiculous grin on my face? That's how happy it makes me to know there are people who read my blog and even follow my blog! I can't tell you how excited I get every time I get a new follower. When I get new followers, I must admit it makes me teary eyed, … Continue reading Gratitude for My Readers and Followers…
(I started writing this on March 12.) One thing that many people don't know or understand about fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue syndrome is that often the people diagnosed with the syndrome appear to have normal, even very high activity levels. From the outside, everything seems status quo, even to the person who has fibromyalgia. Often, I'll find … Continue reading Catching Up With Myself
Buddy is all cleaned up and feeling frisky!! I even cut his toenails. Cutting a Chihuahua's toenails is fraught with the same dangers as cutting a human infant's nails except maybe even a little scarier if they have black toenails like Buddy. It is impossible to see where Buddy's toenail quick is so I'm always … Continue reading Buddy, the Clean and Frisky Chihuahua!
An excellent blog post on both understanding dementia and interacting with parents and others who have dementia! It describes much better my mantra of “Whatever world they are living in today, go with them into it!”
Most days, dad sleeps a lot. But today, he’s wide awake. He’s on the phone, yelling at me. He’s so angry, but there’s sadness in his voice, too. “I don’t have any money, I don’t have a car. I don’t even have any shoes,” he tells me. “And I’ve got to go down and see mom and dad.”
Now, my dad is 92 and his parents have been gone for decades. He has money in bank accounts that he doesn’t remember how to access, and he has a car he’s no longer able to drive. These days, his shoes mostly stay in the closet. He wears his slippers when he has the energy to walk down to the dining room to eat with his friends Leo and John, or when he gets the urge to bust out of the skilled nursing wing where he lives. He heads…
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Looking for a change of scenery and career direction? Here your opportunity! I’m amazed by how many visitors this says there are to Antartica. I never would have guessed. I didn’t even know it was a true tourist destination!
The Penguin Post has learned that there are plenty of people who want to spend five months in the bitter cold, sleeping little, be virtually isolated from the world, won’t be able to shower for up to a month and live in close proximity to three people and 2,000 penguins for five months, and work for the post office.
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What's in a name? This was a question asked by Shakespeare centuries ago and one that is still of importance today. If it weren't, the question would not still come up as persistently as it does. Many of you don't know this, but my full name is Doris Elaine Wood-Lane. I was named Doris after … Continue reading What’s In A Name?
3:30 in the morning, and my dog decides we need to go outside. I stumble into a robe, my slippers, and out the front door. Buddy runs out into the new snow. I look up and gasp in wonder. A nearly full moon shines from behind Pikes Peak onto the brand new sparkly snow below … Continue reading Moon Shine on Snow
I love this poem! It really describes how many of us feel I think, about being cooped up too long in the midst of the snow that has covered us all up. It was written by Joseph Hesch.
It’s not that I wish
my creaky old bones
could still maneuver
a shovel full of snow
like a martial arts master
slicing the chrysanthemum air
with fancy sword or spear.
I’d be quite content never
again to clear pathways of
the imperialist white interloper
overtaking my home.
But the spray of snow
from the spout of a blower
carving egress from
my fevered cabin
sometimes entrances me
like watching the flowing silk
streaming from the ends
of those blades swung in
harmonious soft and hard
by Righteous and
I’ve believe I’ve been
cooped up here too long.