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Onward and upward! something that you say in order to encourage someone to forget an unpleasant experience or failure and to think about the future instead and move forward.

My e-mail: jjmiller6213@comcast.net

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Fiddle Dee Dee

Cold, but sunny each day this week.  

The spurt of energy and the lifting of the depression I felt last week...lasted two days.  That's it.

I have absolutely NO motivation to do anything.  I go to bed at Midnight and if I don't set my alarm, I sleep until 10:30.  I'm tired.  Just tired.  Not physically tired, that would be impossible because I do nothing, but I suppose emotionally tired?

So many people I know have had the NASTY BUG!  The cold/flu, whatever it is, where they feel so miserable for weeks, then the cough for more weeks and then the awful tiredness.  I don't have that excuse.

I am NOT going to the Old School Gal Pals luncheon tomorrow.  #1--it is being held in a place some distance from here.  #2-it is being held in a really (to me) deplorable restaurant in a small, caution light only, town.  #3-my 2nd ex occasionally eats lunch there and although it would probably perk me up to see him and stare darts at him or go over and introduce myself to his now wife with a, "Hi.  I'm Judy.  Don's fourth wife--I think fourth.  Aren't you his seventh?"  I just don't have the energy after all that to come home and spend the rest of the day on my knees, asking God to forgive me for my nastiness.

I AM going up to The Farm on Friday, to have lunch and spend the afternoon with my Lil' Sis.  We shall play a game and it will be a great day.

Other than that?  I am the most boring person I know

Tonight, I have determination to get up in the morning and clean up this place, dust and vacuum and wash my bedding.

Tomorrow morning, that determination may be buried, along with the junk in the corner of my bedroom.

I almost wish I were on the East Coast where I could get excited about the expected blizzard.  At least, that would be something.

Yawn!  

Monday, January 18, 2016

Very Nice

Jen, Helene and Maddie picked me up at 7:30.  It was snowing like crazy and so we just went up the road about half a mile to a plain, regular restaurant.

Were we in for a surprise!!

The restaurant, taken over by new owners two weeks ago.  Going to be an Italian restaurant.  We were the only customers.  The owner came out and served us.  A true Italian.  Flirtatious, New Yorker.

My grand girls didn't know what they wanted, nor did Jen so he said, "Let me make you a pasta dish.  A real Italian pasta dish."  They all agreed--I had Shrimp.

Out he came from the kitchen and with a flourish he sat the large pastas dishes in front of them.  They took a taste and all three looked like they had been transported to Heaven!!!  Apparently it was so good.  Jennifer was jabbering to him in Italian and making all sorts of hand gestures.  His face just lit up.

Good grief!  You would have thought we were in Italy, the way they all went on.  Even my grand girls know some Italian words.  Helene and Maddie have been to Italy, Jennifer has traveled all over Europe.  I sat there, dumb like the plain, old farm girl I am.

I don't care for white sauce or chicken and that is what the pasta dish consisted of.  He said that he wanted to make me a pasta dish with Marsala sauce, but I was busily munching on my over fried Shrimp, so I declined.

Oh my!  He was gorgeous--with his really tanned skin, big brown eyes, dark hair with gray around the edges and accent!!  Be still my heart.  Jennifer asked him if he and his family were moving here.  He said, "My children are all grown and I am divorced."  She nudged my foot under the table.  Good Grief!  He probably is in his sixties.  

I hope he does well with this restaurant, but I doubt it.  There is another Italian restaurant in Brighton that everyone goes too.  It WAS good 15 years ago, but now you need a steak knife to cut the Lasagna, it is so rubbery.  But, you know how people are.  They will keep going to a restaurant just because it's been in town so long--even if the food is no longer all that great.  We are such Provincials!!

Jennifer said the kids have adjusted to the move better than she has.  She still misses her "home".  Apparently the area they are building their home in is quite upscale--Union Township--out in the country a bit, but with excellent schools.  12-15 students in each class room.  

Andrew is in the accelerated class, Elise has already been invited to a birthday party.  Alex has made 10 friends and of course, Little Boy Evan doesn't care--except he cries a lot because he misses Aunt Pammie.

It was a lovely couple of hours tonight.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

2016 Might be a decent year after all-----

E-Mail from Jennifer:
"Hey Mom -- I'm taking Helene and Maddie out to dinner on Monday.  Would you like to join us?  It may be 6'ish --I have to check everyone's schedules, if that isn't too late for you.  We can pick you up, and you can decide where we go.  Thx."

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Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Ups and Downs

One thing about life.  It is in a continual flux of change.  

You are up one day and the next, you could be out on the street.  Feeling great one day, die in your sleep that night.  Feeling healthy as a horse on a Friday, cancer diagnosis on the next Monday.  

The only thing that doesn't change in life, is change.  The only constant in life, is change.

I have two "friends" that died in their sleep on Christmas Eve morning.  Hard on the family, easy for the deceased.  Apparently, neither one had been or was sick.  Pam had seen one of them the day before in the store.

Another friend, worried about her brother, with the cancer diagnosis.  Surgery and the doctor's "think" they got it all.  Which no doubt they did, but they never give you a 100% guarantee, because one teeny, tiny little cell could have gotten loose and...........................but we rejoice and Praise God because, right now--at this particular time--all is well.

A neighbor up the street, Sheila's mother is dying from what my own mother died from.  I have never known anyone that had the same (non) diagnosis, the same treatment (none), the same--whatever.  

Years ago, my doctor told me that if we had CT scans and MRI's back in 1970, they could have pinpointed my mother's disease and helped her.  Now, that is weird because Sheila's mother has the same thing, even with all the tests, they can't do a thing to help her.  They have NO idea why her bone marrow won't make red blood cells.  It isn't Leukemia, cancer--nothing.  They don't know what it is or why.

My own son, is feeling well.  The infusion he gets every six weeks has not made him sick or weak.  He has lost none of his hair.  His PSA numbers are nearly what normal would be.  But--next week, it could all change.

We just never know and I think that knowledge comes to us the older we get.  It could be us--any day.  How do we get philosophical about that?  How do we come to terms?  I guess we just keep ourselves from thinking about it.
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So--a week ago today, I was trying not to pass out in the Wal-Mart store.  For months and months, I have had no motivation to do one dang thing!!  A quick vacuum. Once every couple of months, run the dust cloth.

Things get set out on the kitchen counter tops.  Stains occur.  Whatever.  It matters not to this once, organized, tidy person.

Today, I was sitting in my recliner, minding my own business, my Soap just over and all of a sudden, this weird sensation hit me.  I HAD to get up and clean the kitchen.  So, I did.  For two hours, I cleaned and scrubbed and bleached out the stains and then noticed that my big mirror was all streaky so I Windexed it and then my two glass lamps, and vacuumed the whole house.  Moved the heavy cat's table for looking out the window, from my bedroom to my living room.

I was filled with such energy and such a light heart.  It reminded me of how I felt last spring.  I was alive and life was wonderful!!  I have been in depression since September and I "think" today, it might be lifting!!

Now, we won't know until we see how we feel tomorrow and the next day and the next, but.....wouldn't THIS change be nice?

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

A Snowy Day



E-mail from Jennifer--who is staying at Karen's a mere 12 miles away.

"Happy new year Mom.  Thanks for the great photo page for my bday.  Those memories are priceless, and the kids really enjoyed it.  Karen gave me the box of Christmas gifts for the kids, which I sent home with Eric this past weekend – they’ll have something fun to enjoy. 

Thanks again, Jen"
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Did I ever mention that these last four years are the first time in my life I have lived alone?  I went from Daddy's house, to Gary's house and after our divorce, Jen was still at home.  Then I went to Don's house and after he tried to kill me, to Ernie's house, then down here, then met Fred.

Never secure enough in myself.  Always had to have that security of a man, to fall back on if need be, to fix things, to lend me money--whatever.  I haven't had any of that in four years and 12 days and---

I LOVE IT!!!

I must be a real selfish person because I love the fact that I don't HAVE to please anyone, other than myself.  No grand kids to have to baby sit.  No kids wanting to move back home.  No man around to turn the noisy TV on first thing in the morning.  No man to have to cook for, do laundry, clean up his inadvertent urine sprays around the toilet, hear him belch or fart, let watch what he wants to watch on TV, no picking up after, listen to him snore in the middle of the night or worry about.

I can decorate my wee house in any eclectic way I want.  I can have a tree branch in the corner of my living room with a birds nest on it and no comments.  Anything I need doing, I can hire it done or ask my friend John for help.

I have never known such freedom!  The best time of my life.  I just wish I was younger so I could enjoy for many more years.
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My squirrels doing acrobatic tricks to get to the bird feeder, because theirs was nearly empty.



So, I went out and filled it up and then the Cardinals started stealing the squirrel feed.



Then, baby squirrel came in and scared the Cardinals away.












...and they waited patiently until he had his fill 
and left
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and, there he is.  Our strange little duck of a neighbor, John.  After he got home from work--nearly dark, as he wields his enormous snow-blower down the street, cleaning every driveway along the way.




Precious Man

Monday, January 11, 2016

Just in time..........

for the January thaw, we got 3 inches of snow and below zero temperatures.

Tonight and tomorrow, 2-3 more inches.

So--who cares.  Right?
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I had to run up to the store to get some milk--just in case I want to hunker down tomorrow.  It took me forever to sweep off the car and get the front and rear windows defrosted.

I don't know what has happened to John.  Last year, every time it snowed the tiniest bit, there he was with his snow blower cleaning off everyone's driveway.  Of course, it was his first winter here, and I think he was trying to impress the neighbor's with what a nice guy he is.  Now--he doesn't care.  LOL
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If you were going to cook something and then share it with others.  Would you taste it first to make sure it tasted good, before you shared it?  I would too.

I can almost forgive John because he had only learned how to cook in the last couple of years, but---Pearl has been married 61 years, she should know how to cook by now, don't ya think?

John made Chili and brought me down a container.  I think he browned the ground beef, put the other things in, cooked it for a half hour and then brought me some.  The canned kidney beans were even a bit hard.  It definitely needed four, a few more hours of simmering.

Yesterday, in between blizzards, Merle brought me a container of hot, vegetable beef soup.  YUM!  It could have stood a couple of beef bouillon cubes in it, the broth was very pale and had no taste.  The potato cubes were still crispy, the onion was tough, when I bit into the carrot pieces, they snapped under my teeth!  There were flakes or pieces of burned something floating around and they didn't add much of a taste to it either.

Wouldn't Pearl know that soup needs to simmer a couple of hours?  Or at least until the veggies are cooked?

So, what do I say, when I give them back their containers and they ask me, "How did you like the.....?"

"Thank you for bringing it to me."
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At noon today, I fought my way into the frozen doors on my car!  Only the passenger side door would open.  I got in, leaned over and started the car.  15 degrees, but it started right up.  That car lived in Wisconsin for a number of winters.  I have never had a problem with it starting, even in minus degree days.  I've had it 7 years and have never replaced the battery.

Anyway, I turned the defrost blower on high, and punched the little button to clean off the rear window.  Then I proceeded to sweep the snow off.  The snow plow had gone through last night, but by some miracle had not piled up 3 feet of snow at the end of my parking pad.

I let it idle and filled up the bird feeders.  I shut the car down at 12:30 and after my Soap, started it up again and took off to the store.

Of course, the main roads are clean, but if you only drove around our park, you'd think we were snowed in!  
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I haven't seen John all day--which wouldn't seem unusual, but for the last month or so, he and Maisey stop in every single, freaking day.

It might be 9:30 in the morning when I'm still in my jammies, 1:00 in the afternoon, just as my Soap starts or 8 o'dark in the evening.

I have watched and when he walks the dog, they go by here and on their way back, she comes up my drive a bit and sits down and will not move.  Sometimes he calls me on the phone to ask if they can come in, sometimes Maisey comes right up on the porch and nudges the door and barks, until I open it.

"We can only stay a minute," then, they come in, John sits in the rocking chair across the room to warm up and Maisey comes over and lays on the rug in front of my chair, for her pet and smooching.  An hour later, they leave.

I don't know if I should be flattered or disturbed that they have to stop every day.  

John says it's Maisey's fault.  That he can't get her by my house, without her stopping and not moving and then he has to carry her home.

Is my street the only street he could walked up?  No.  He could come out of his drive and turn left and walk her that way OR he could walk her up the Service Drive.

Hm-mm.  

I guess I can't complain.  After all, if I need it, he comes and unloads my groceries or 80# of bird seed or 35# of kitty litter, or 10 liters of Diet Pepsi, out of the trunk of my car.  

He does now, ask how my day is and lets me talk where before, it was all about him and all his problems--ad nauseum--the same story time after time.

He is a queer little duck, for sure, but very, very nice.
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Speaking of queer ducks?  Dar stopped over this afternoon.  At least she now has the decency to wait until my Soap is over, LOL.  She brought me three bags of chocolate candy she received for Christmas, accusing her family of trying to sabotage her plan to lose weight.  I accepted thankfully.

I'm at a stage in my life now where I couldn't gain weight even if I wanted too and.....chocolate candy is my thing!

We actually had a really nice chat!  Her other friend, Sheila's mother is in Hospice at home and Dar has been down there.  Sheila has never been married.  She took care of her Dad until he died and now her mother.  She is very fearful about living alone for the first time in her life--she is 56.

Dar keeps telling her how great it is going to be.  (I kind of doubt that).  Her way of trying to cheer Sheila up, I suppose.  They are planning trips they can take next spring and summer.  Sheila is quite timid, a strange little duck, without a lick of common sense and does anything Dar wants to do or tells her to do.  The perfect foil for Dar.
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Today Dar admitted that the reason she works is to take her mind of the fact that she lives alone and is estranged from her four children and one brother.  

She actually apologized for her actions, toward me, four years ago.

"You were trying to recover from Fred's death and I'd just rush in here and dump all my hysterics and problems on you.  How could you stand me?"

"Well--it was pretty hard.  Usually after you left, I was so worn out and stressed that I'd fall asleep for an hour."

"Why didn't you just tell me to go home?"

"Because, you were in worse shape than me.  You were on the verge of an emotional breakdown.  You needed someone you could talk to and get it all out and.....I'm a good listener."

"I'm just so sorry, Judy, so sorry.  I am doing better now.  Right?"

"Most of the time."  and we both laughed.

She still doesn't inquire about how I'm doing and it still is ALL about her, but.....that's just the way Dar is and always will be.  At least now, she only stays about 90 minutes.
  


Saturday, January 9, 2016

New, But Not Necessarily Improved.

I headed out to The Farm, Friday.  It was kind of a gray, rainy day--just perfect for a visit with my sister.

Carpenters were there working on turning the parlor, bedroom and tiny bathroom into, a bathroom, dressing room, big closet, & bedroom.  Then next up, is a big deck on the west side of the house, by the sliding doors in their family room.  AND that's it!  They will have the first floor and the basement all done.  They put a new bathroom in the upstairs when they first moved in and nothing needs doing to the bedrooms up there.

Susan said when they first moved back here, "We are going to give it five years to see if we like it."  I reminded that in May 2017 will be five years.

She said, "Chuck thinks he's got another ten years that he can keep the place up.  We'll see after that."

I said, "Well, then, you just hire someone to mow the lawn, clean out the drives in the winter and you can stay here forever."

What I hope for them?  When they get these last two projects done, they can travel.  Neither one has ever been West of the Mississippi River and there is so much grandeur to see in the North West!!  A lot of walking involved to see all that grandeur, and Susan already has back problems.  They need to get to it, NOW!

We had lunch and then she and I played a new game her son had given her for Christmas.  It is called, "Ticket To Ride."  It comes with a map of either the US or Europe.  We had the European map that we had to get our trains from one city to the next--using cards drawn from a deck.  Since neither one of us  know European geography very well, it was quite a test.  It is kind of a complicated game, but one that tested my brain, which is a good thing!

I left there and stopped in to see Pam.  She was just getting ready to go to her new job.  Custodian at the school.  I fear this job is going to kill her!  She has two vertebrae missing from her spine--from a bad car accident she was in on her 18th birthday.  She has to clean and mop the weight room, the sculptor room, the athletic director's office and a very long hallway.  The mop weighs a ton and it hurts her back just awful.  Minimum wage--from 4:00 to 10:00 every night.  Then on Saturday and Sunday, she works at a small store in Byron.

I wish I had money I could give her every month so she could just work at the small store in Byron and not have to do the custodial job!  She is NOT living La Buena Vida, but you'd never know it by talking with her.  Always smiling and happy with her life.

I know she has been depressed.  I can hear it in her voice.  She misses Jen's little boy Evan and 9 year old Alex.  Pam practically brought up both of them.  She started talking about Evan and started crying.  I wrapped her in my arms and we both cried.  She misses "her" little boy and I miss my youngest girl, his Mom.

Apparently Jennifer has been at Karen's all week, going back and forth to her work, tying up loose ends.  Eric and Evan are coming in today to pack up some more stuff.  Pam is going to get down to Karen's to see Evan.  Maybe it will help her, but I'll bet she cries all the way home, knowing he is going back to NJ on Sunday.

Karen and her hubs Mark, leave next Friday as chaperone's for the Senior girls in Karen's school.  They are going on a pilgrimage to Rome.  Should be a nice trip for them.  Jen will still be at Karen's with Helene and Madeleine.  Should be fun for those three too.

I am, of course, left out of it all, so---I just won't dwell on it or think about it.

I upgraded my cable service.  There were three channels that I normally watch that had been put up into the next tier.  I called.  They had a good promotion going on, so I upgraded to the package I used to have before.  Digital Preferred.  In the deal, I also got Encore and HBO, so I might be able to watch some movies this winter.  It is only $10.00 more a month.  $114.00 a month for my "Bundle".

Now--I have to get motivated to make a doctor's appointment, get my annual blood work done a few days before that and get all my prescriptions renewed.  It's no big deal, I just am not in the mood.  Plus, I need an eyebrow arch and a hair cut.

What is that?  3 hours out of the rest of the month and I can't seem to get motivated?  

GEEZ LOUISE!!