Well--Hi.

January 6^th, 

I’ve had an Epiphany.

And that Partridge still up high in my tree?

Rifle at the ready, Lunch he will be!

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How is everybody doing?

Only kidding!  I read your blogs every day.  I haven't really been sleep-hibernating, I have just been hibernating in my house.  

I went to Wal-Mart and stocked up (thanks to a gift card from Pammie) before the new year, parked my car and haven't gone anywhere since.  I LOVE IT!!

On New Year's day, I sat and watched three football bowl games in a row--12 hours of watching football.  Michigan State--MY SPARTANS won the Cotton Bowl in the last few seconds.  I was yelling and whooping and hollering!  

I always like to start a new cross stitch project on New Year's Day, so I was happily cross stitching all day and...every day since.

Dar came over one day and I didn't answer the door. I heard her rattle the door knob, but I had the door locked so she couldn't get in.  She went home and called Pearl to see if I was all right and Pearl told her, "She's fine.  She's just hibernating from the world."  HAH

I did answer the phone, even though I didn't want too.  I just truly wanted to shut out the world and stay in peace and relaxation.  I also made a phone call to a friend in Florida that I haven't talked to in a year and that was nice to catch up.  I talked to Pammie and Pearl and my sister, on the phone, but other than that....

So--you got bored with my "Twelve Days of Christmas" griping?  That poem came to me on Christmas Day night, so I sat down and typed it up.  I typed it up the way I would feel if all those "gifts" were presented to me.  I would be grouchy!

The nice thing is, I don't have to go anywhere the rest of the month.  Unless I decide to go to the Old Gals Luncheon on the 15th.  It will depend on my mood and weather conditions. 

Well-I do need to make a doctor's appointment, for my three month visit which was three months ago, LOL.  He insists that I come in every three months, which to me is utter nonsense.  I prefer every year, but will do every six months.  He likes to give me my prescriptions for only three months at a time, so I have to call in to get them renewed and then get scolded for not coming in every three months.  

I AM PERFECTLY HEALTHY AND FINE!  What's he going to do for me?  Does he have a cure for my Tinnitus?  NO.  Does he have a cure for my arthritis?  NO.  Can he help the pain in my back and neck?  NO.  Does he was a cure for the tremor in my right hand?  NO!

When I go in, the nurse will refill all my prescriptions on the computer, take my weight and draw some blood.  The doc will walk in and say, "Well, what brings you in today?"

I will say, "I'm here because you insisted I come in."

Then he might check my lungs and heart and carotid arteries.  I will be fully clothed all the time.  Then out the door I will go and they will bill Medicare $220.00  Such nonsense.
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Yesterday visitors: (The kind of visitors I prefer.)

My feeding station and front row seating for Maggie

  Blue Jay

Cardinal & Junco

   

Downy Woodpecker

Red Bellied Woodpecker

One of my favorites--Tufted Titmouse

A little red squirrel at his feeder.

I know I mentioned that odd numbered years have been much better, in my life, than even numbered years.

We are 6 days in to 2015 and so far it has been wonderful.  Well, at least nothing bad has happened, so I guess, that makes it wonderful.  Right?

Toodles Noodles, see ya tomorrow.

Almost all Done.

It’s the 12th day of Christmas,

A drum line appears.

“Get out of my driveway.

You’re breaking my ears!”
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Sh-hh.  Judy is hibernating.

So--A New Week Begins, but...I'm on the same old kick..........

It’s the 11^th day of Christmas,

Eleven Piccolo Pipers shrilly piping!

“I’d rather hear French Horns.

Please excuse my griping.”

1st Sunday of the New Year

It’s the 10th day of Christmas,

Ten guys out there leaping.

They’re wearing tight ballet tights,

YIKES! it’s all very creepy!

OR 
(Yikes!  You can see their pee pee)

whichever rhyme you prefer
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Just added so Sally could see what I mean:

It May Be January 3rd, but It's Also The 9th Day of Christmas.

It’s the 9^th day of Christmas,

Nine dancing ladies in hats.

“Get off of my porch.
You’re scaring my cats!”

It's the 8th day after Christmas.

It’s the 8^th day of Christmas,

Eight maids bring milk to my door.

Finally, a nice gift for me,

‘Cause I didn’t get up to the store.

Happy New Year

It’s the 7^th day of Christmas,

There’s seven Swans on the lake.

I yell and scare them away,

Then with laughter, I shake.

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 One evening, Fred and I were sitting in our chairs, watching TV, I heard him sigh and then he looked over at me and said, “I love living this life with you.  It’s so easy and comfortable.”  Some women wouldn’t think that a compliment, but I did.  I never believed in that whole “Soul Mate” stuff, but I think (maybe), we were.  In our time together, we never had one single disagreement.  That is kind of amazing. 

We were so much alike, in our backgrounds, our beliefs and our thinking.  We’d even start singing the same song at the same moment and then look at each other like---“Well, that was weird.”  We’d be driving in the car, in silence and he’d say something and I’d look at him and say, “Oh my gosh!  I was just thinking the same thing!” 

When he died, January 1^st, 2012, people said they couldn’t believe that I didn’t sob or that I wasn’t prostrate with grief.  As I drove home from the hospital that morning, I just kept saying, “Thank you, God.  Thank you.”  I was just so thankful to God for bringing us together, because in a normal life scenario, it was impossible for Fred and me to EVER meet. 

The tears come every once in a while now, but still, when I think of Fred, I get a big smile on my face.    I am still just always so grateful and consider myself so lucky to have had seven wonderful years with him. 

His last words to me were, “I love you, Sweetheart—I’ll see you in a little while.” 

I miss his voice and his smile and his laugh.  I miss his arms and his kisses and the sound of him breathing beside me every night. 

Now, I whisper to him, “I love you, Sweetheart—I’ll see you in a little while.”   

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Softball.  Three nights a week.  He played with kids in their 40's. 

His two daughters who live in Florida and his 3 grandchildren 

His two kids who live in Michigan.









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The day we  got engaged.
My 65th birthday.
Also a softball game.

His beloved dog Tootz. 

Five days before he died.

How can a person look so healthy one day

and be gone the next?