Waiting for the other shoe to drop.....

Well...it's March 20th and the temps are 67 - 75 for the past week, continuing for the remaining few days. Is this the March that will come in like a lamb, out like a lion or just the opposite? We've had undeniably warm weather since January, the lake never froze over completely, Joe's Pond will probably have an earlier than early unfreeze. What is happening has been a dilemma to the forecasters and I actually think the animals are a bit confused. BUT......I'm loving every minute of this warmer, sunny weather and as soon as I complete my last granddaughter's quilt....I will indulge myself with all sorts of outdoor splendor. Spring....I'm ready for you!!! Please don't drop the other shoe......

Yes....this is the last granddaughters quilt. Five granddaughters...five quilts and each one has been a labor of love to make. Each one has had their favorite color whether purple, pink, purple, pink and yes......muti-colored bandanas............they are all loved. Each girl has their own unique personality and their own mind-set. They follow no one....they are their own leader. They all show their compassion for life in different venues....from TaeKwondo - ballet - theater - horseback riding - girl scouts - and yes, even cooking and sewing. Each is unique!!!

When my time on earth is finished, I only hope that they will remember their grandma with love and know that I was always there for them if they needed a soft shoulder for crying, a loving hug anytime it was needed (and then some). The girls have given me so much unconditional love and I could not be any more proud of them. I love Emma, Grace, Melody, Nora and Noelle to the moon and back, from here to eternity and forever and ever. I love my kids and you all are an extension to those feelings. HUGS...........XOXOXOXOXO

Age Sixty-four and counting....

Today is February 23, 2012 and it's the eve of my birthday. Am I excited? Not at all because... what is there to be excited about? I am at an age where you're too old to romp around with your grandchildren but not quite old enough to be on Medicare. It makes me feel like when I was a child with the same problem...not old enough to do some things but too old for other things. It's one of those "almost there moments but not quite." You feel sad and angry at the same time. At least I'm old enough to collect Social Security and in some places, I actually receive a senior discount, if I can prove it! Don't know if that's good or bad. Do I look my age so they don't have to ask for ID or do I look that young when they do ask. Seems like I have mixed emotions on that subject. Does this same feeling happen to anyone else, I wonder?

So...I have to wait one more year til Medicare kicks in. Will I feel totally ancient next year or will I feel like I finally made it and begin to really celebrate with glee and break out in song-n-dance? Come back next year to see! Til then....Happy Birthday to me in low key, please!

I'm of Age and Then Some

Well, I think it's been over a year since my last blog. That I am sorry for but my excuses, like my life was, were not very exciting. I'll try to make a quick summary of the past year. Last winter, had problems that required many trips to the OT, PT and my therapist. My disorder was...is...and will forever be "Conversion Disorder." After losing my ability to walk, talk, function in a way that was my normal self, it's taken me most of my energy and determination this past year to right this dibilitating disorder. I come to you now, no walker, no cane and as long as I keep stress free and calm, I am returning to my old self....which I like much better. My doctors were/are wonderful, all my therapists have been so supporting and my family has been great. My soulmate who happens to be my husband of 42 yrs, kindly and unselfishly stepped up to the challenge of being my caretaker. Like he has been for all my recovery from childhood trauma, he was right by my side to encourage every effort I made. My own cheering squad...I could not have made it thru this part of my life without him. He never showed any resentment...only love. Very much like Gabby Giffords' husband. I am truly grateful for his strength. I love you to the moon and back, Dick. You are my blessing.

Getting back on my feet, so to speak, is slow but I've been able to complete 4 quilts for granddaughters...only one to go. I love those girls. Finished scrapping our vacation book of 2008. Come on....I'm a slow scrapper. Made cards......many, many cards. Planted a garden, with the help of friends but was able to harvest it myself. (See...I told you I was getting better.) Thanksgiving and Christmas were hard but with help from all my immediate family, we pulled it off at our house. Not sure we'll do that again, soon.

January has been uneventful...very little snow...sort of depressing. Can't afford to stay depressed so I've decided to rearrange "my" room. It's my craft/scrapping room and in the past twelve months has taken on an appearance that isn't helpful to my creative side. Downsizing is definitely an option that will take place in the next few days. Wish me luck. So until my next blog...play safe and make sure you don't run with scissors in your hands.