Streamlined and frantic free...

My eyes popped open at the sound of my husband's alarm.5:15 a.m.What?Panicked, I looked at my own clock. What had happened to my 4:30 a.m. alarm?"Not on Aqua Zumba day!" I whined. Loudly....more

An afghan as a symbol of regret...

My husband noticed something was wrong.At first I hesitated. Then I told him, "No, it's stupid.""I can tell something is wrong, what is it?""You're going to think this is stupid. Actually, it is  stupid. Ridiculous... [long pause]"... Last night, I dreamed of an afghan."Lest he think I meant an Afghan rather than the knitted blanket I envisioned, I hurriedly clarified:...more

Now I lay me down to sleep...

Fear is a terrible thing.Last night, as we laid down to sleep, I told my husband that the top of my toes were burning."Really?" asked the physical therapist and the knower of all things health-related. "That is a classic sign of neuropathy. Most typically something diabetics suffer.""I usually joke with my patients," he continued, almost joyfully. "'So your piggies went to market,' I say to them when I'm evaluating them and notice some toes have been amputated. They usually laugh and think it's funny."...more

Packing it all in...

This week, my son played what could be his final baseball game. Certainly, he played his final game of high school, and (I'm fairly certain) graduation is soon to follow. The end of life as he knows it is near. Actually, the end of life as I know it is near too....more
Guess what? This feeling you have - it never completely goes away. Our youngest daughter just ...more

Whatever happened to Will Power?

By most accounts, I appear to have Will Power. After all, it's 5:34 a.m. as I begin typing this. My alarm went off at 4:30 on Good Friday, a religious holy day, a holiday from work, and I am typing rapidly because I am leaving for the health club in 10 minutes. (Although truth be told, I only got up at 4:30 because it was preset on my alarm clock, and it was easier to get up than to change the clock.)...more

When your youngest turns 18...

"Let me see. If Adam is turning 18 today, and  I was X  when he was born. Then X  + 18 = my age now.""Really? I'm only X  + 18?"(Foolishly, I had been adding a year to that since my birthday in August. I'm not as old as I thought? ... I better double check my math.)"If this is 2014, and I was born in 19_ _; then 2000 - 19_ _ = _ _+ 14 = how old I will be in August. Not now. I've been saying I already was X  + 18 + 1!"...more

Mammograms and the Fear of No Future

"If the hardest thing I have to do today is remember not to put on deodorant, this will be a good day." I hate mammograms. Every time I "pass" one, I feel I've been granted another year to live. I go into the screening tense and sober; I leave relieved. At least, I always have. Except once. ...more
Barbarahughes  Thanks, Barbara! I am right there with you! (Well, not literally.) :)more

When flowers bloom in winter...

Florida weather must confuse plants as much as it confuses my immune system. Series of warm, humid days are suddenly wrenched from memory by a wintry blast of arctic air, followed by days of frigid cold. Sudden upturns and downturns in temperature are not unusual; temperatures in a single day can range 20-40 degrees. Heaters and coats necessary in the morning give way to open windows and light T-shirts in the afternoon. And vice versa. My immune system is equally confused -- do I have a summer cold or a winter cold?...more

Putting past successes behind me...

I'm beginning to think I'm a little slow on the uptake. (Very slow, actually, as it is taking me multiple days to write this one post -- and this about thoughts I've had since January 1.)As I celebrated New Year's Day, I seemed to be bombarded with God's message in Philippians:But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus" (Philippians 3:13-14)....more

An "and one" rain...

Lest you think I actually understand anything about the sport of basketball, let me make it clear. Anything I know comes from watching each of my five children play the sport at some level; I never played myself. (And, yes, I am tall. That does not give one the ability or the desire to play that sport. I preferred softball.)...more
You are welcome!  Have fun passing this on to the bloggers of your choice!more