Hug ’em if you got ’em

I struggled with what to title this post.  “Life is short” was too trite.  “Be thankful” was too preachy.  “There are no guarantees in life” was too something or other.

The real message of this post is to tell those you love that YOU LOVE THEM!  Tell them often.  Make absolutely sure they know.  Do not take it for granted.

This weekend we learned that our next door neighbor’s daughter-in-law had died rather suddenly.  She was a lovely young woman in her thirties, a mother with three young children.  We didn’t really know her other than to nod or smile at in passing when she visited B, but she was always friendly and sweet.  Our neighbor B said DIL had been feeling tired for a couple of weeks. When B saw her the Sunday before last she’d had a headache but said she was feeling better.  The next day she was gone.

The doctor said she’d had an aneurysm as a result of undiagnosed leukemia.  Her last moments were spent in a coma with no evidence of brain activity.  After hearing these details I was devastated for her family.  Under those circumstances they didn’t get a chance for one last meaningful meeting of the eyes; one final “I love you”; one more gentle hug.  I was near tears for the rest of the evening, mourning their loss on more than one level.

Hubs was right there; he knew I was internalizing their grief.  He stroked my hand, nuzzled my neck and generally took care of me till I was able to let it go a bit.  It wasn’t my loss after all, merely a reminder that life is indeed short and none of us should ever forget that.

So … if you’ve got loved ones go hug them!  And keep on hugging them as often as possible.

Life gets in the way

I didn’t want to just vanish into the ether, even temporarily, hence this post.  I’m finding it more and more difficult to make time for the blog.  I really need to be away from the computer for awhile.  I’ve been getting almost no exercise, and if I want to maintain the weight loss, not to mention drop a few more (LOTS more) pounds I need to get moving.  I sit in front of the computer at work most of the day.  Not all of it is work and I find myself using free time to search for that elusive pattern I want, or another recipe…or to blog.  At home I don’t go online much at all but we spend entirely too much time on our behinds on the sofa.  Last year’s knee surgery will have been pointless if I don’t get up and move!  With the holidays approaching and all the grazing and busyness that brings, it’s only going to get worse.

So I’m going on hiatus for awhile.  No idea how long “awhile” is but I’ll see you when I see you.

I’m going to try not to go online at all unless it is for a very specific purpose.  Being online is addictive to me and if I allow myself to get sucked in, before I know it hours will have passed.  Some of you have my email address so please, please, please feel free to drop me a line.  If you don’t have my personal email address but want to stay in touch while I’m away, shoot me an email at bubbe.blathers@gmail.com and I promise I’ll try to check that inbox now and again.

This isn’t the end (I don’t think) but this blogger needs a break.

If I don’t talk at you between now and then, have a wonderful and warm Thanksgiving and a spectacular Christmas everyone!

Thanks for reading.

The Secret of Time Travel

No really.  I discovered the secret of time travel y’all.  You have to be asleep.  Oh wait, asleep and dreaming.  It’s that simple. 

Last night I had the single weirdest dream I can remember in some time.  I was in the past AND the present at the same time.  Strange doesn’t begin to describe it. 

You know how in dreams sometimes you know something but you don’t know how you know it, and you don’t even question that you know it.  I knew it was more than a dozen years ago and my middle daughter had graduated from high school.  (That in itself is odd since she didn’t graduate, but later got her GED.)  Somehow her graduation involved my going to see her father, my ex.  The me that visited though was today’s me.  Not the me of 12+ years ago.  Trust me, there’s a difference.

He was living somewhere different, not a forest or mountain in sight.  There were train tracks in front of his house and at one point a train went by while I was standing there.  A big ass train too, not the little commuter trains like I ride every day.  This was (or seemed  — dream, remember?) bigger than the Amtrak passenger trains I see at the station.  It towered over me and I felt extremely tiny in comparison.

But the seriously bizarre part was the pet I had with me.  I have no idea what this means so if any of you have experience with dream interpretation I’d love to hear what you think.  Y’all, I had a PET SHARK with me!  Really and truly!  And not an aquarium-sized shark either.  It wasn’t clear how I moved the thing around but there it was, lying on the ground outside the ex’s house.  When I was getting ready to leave the ex tried to persuade me to stay.  I mean STAY, if you get my drift.  Curiouser and curioser.  I remember telling him that wasn’t possible, I had to get the shark back home.  He said the shark could stay too.  But I argued that there wasn’t anywhere for the shark to live — no water, while back home the shark had his own cee-ment swimming pool.  And I said it just like that. 

It was at this point that I woke up.  Because it was too early to get up I tried to go back to sleep.  But the dream kept nudging me so I got up and emailed myself a reminder of the high points, hoping that later I would remember enough to write it down and maybe that would get it out of my head. 

Reliving it here has been a little creepy to tell the truth.  

So?  What do you think it means? 

And no, I didn’t eat anything strange, imbibe alcohol or otherwise ingest something hallucinogenic!  But if I have another one like this I’ll definitely be heading for the liquor store.

Happy weekend peeps!

Happy 11 12 13!

That’s right, today is November (11) 12, 2013 – 11 12 13!  Isn’t that cool?  No?

I’ll bet there are a bunch of weddings scheduled for today.  And what about the babies who are born today?  Can’t you just see their friends’ faces when they tell them they were born on 11 12 13?

Still nothing?

Oh well.  Can’t blame a lazy blogger for taking advantage of a cool date to pad her blog entries.

I know, I know … lazy blogger, no cookie!  Good thing I don’t eat many cookies nowadays.

A new year deserves

a new look!  I am 57 today.  On the downside I’m starting to look my age (for years I didn’t so there IS that).  The upside – I feel better physically than I have in years!  Plus?  No gray hair!  Unless you count a few stragglers in my eyebrows.  I don’t count those.

As I said in the previous post, I’m losing weight; I’m moving more and it all adds up to feeling good.  Mostly.

It was an excellent birthday weekend though.  I knew our law office was one of those that would not be closed for my birthday, even though the banks, post office and courts are all shut down.  Well, not exactly for my birthday; it’s also Veteran’s Day folks.  So go find a Veteran and give them a big THANK YOU!  Because I knew they would expect me to actually work on my birthday I asked for the day off – woo hoo!  Three day weekend!

Birthday weekend began Friday night after work.  We went to dinner at Old Country Buffet — the one near my daughter’s house has the most excellent salad bar!!  That’s where I head as soon as we have a table.  My first plate is usually heaped with greens, fresh veggies, sometimes cottage cheese and peaches-sometimes not.  I love beets and carrot-raisin salad and sunflower seeds and garbanzo beans and, and, and!  So many choices!  My one indulgence when we go there is a soft ice cream cone from the half chocolate-half vanilla spigot.  As a teen, Hubs worked at Carvel and he makes the most perfect swirly cones!  Finished up Friday by staying up late and then slept in on Saturday.  Well, if you consider 6:30-ish sleeping in.

Hey, I TRIED to go back to sleep, I really did!  Didn’t work.  So I got up close to 7 and got to work around the house.  I didn’t plan on doing too much but I found myself scouring the Internet for healthy bread recipes and making messy shopping lists.  Using the recipe I tried last Saturday with a couple of substitutions I started a loaf of bread in the bread machine.  Then I did some cleaning.  In the midst of all this the dogs needed to be walked and fed, and the gifts for grandson’s 6th birthday party later Saturday had to be wrapped.  Plus I was texting like a madwoman with my youngest daughter and my buddy from across the water on the peninsula.

Daughter K and friend P were both coming to the birthday party for the 6 year old.  We had been given early warning that the dozen or so 5, 6 and 7-year olds wold be arriving around 3:30 so we planned to show up at 1.  Daughter A was trying madly to finish the handmade Pin-the-tail on the Dinosaur game so K and I plopped our fannies down on the floor to help color in tails and the dino himself.  Eventually K had to give up because grandson N and his friend Charlie were butting in trying to “help” her.  She finally passed the baton so to speak and took the munchkins up to N’s room to play with Legos and keep them out of the way.  Mom and SIL had arrived shortly after us (P was running late, she had the longest drive) and SIL B helped out with the dino tails.  It was actually a pleasant time.

There was a lot more action in the next hour or so and I’ll try to post on that later.  We escaped just as the last of the young party guests arrived … not a moment too soon!  It got loud in a hurry!  After stopping at our house to walk the dogs and grab some  flip flops, we headed to K’s and my favorite nail place.  Earlier, I’d made an appointment for three pedicures.  My favorite boss had been extremely generous for my birthday and I treated daughter and friend to pedicures.  It was P’s very first one!  When my daughter took me for my very first one for my birthday last year it changed my life!  So of course I had to pay that forward.  P loved it!  Happy Birthday to me!  After, we had dinner together; exchanged hugs all around and P headed for home.  K came home with us for awhile and her friend picked her up there.

The only dark spot on the whole day was the effed up migraine that hit me shortly before K left.  Once she’d gone it escalated quickly until I was nauseous and dizzy.  Hubs was a little munchy and asked whether I wanted to go to Denny’s (by this time everything else was closed and it is our favorite nearby place ) for dessert.  I was going to try but it just wasn’t happening.  I sent him off on his own, took meds and buried myself in bed.  It was pretty late by this time so I fell asleep pretty easily.  Unfortunately I woke several times during the night and each time the headache was still pounding away.  I was beginning to think the rest of my long weekend would be ruined.  But…when I woke up in the “real” morning, it was mostly gone!  Yay!

Sunday we headed up to see Mom mainly because Hubs wanted an excuse to travel north to meet up with a couple of guys on Craigslist who had some car parts that would work for our Suburban.  He wouldn’t use the fuel to drive that far just for the parts so we arranged to visit Mom and go to dinner with her.  We had seen her at the party the day before but with a bunch of other people around you don’t really get to “visit”.  So we “visited” and I ordered sirloin at dinner!  Yum!  In fact, I forgot my leftovers are in the fridge until this very minute!  Hold on y’all…

Mmmm.

Okay, back now.  That hit the spot!

Surprisingly, BIL R left me some of the Jello shots he’d made for his annual poker night with the boys.  Before we’d gone to dinner I tried the cherry chocolate — wow!  Cherry Jello, a real cherry in the middle and a layer of chocolate melted on top!  All tied together with vodka.  Mmm mmm good!  After dinner I tried the blueberry cream, not expecting to like it.  I’ve never been a blueberry fan; they don’t taste like anything to me.  Blueberry aficionados tell me it’s because I’ve never tried them fresh from the vine or the bog or wherever it is they grow.  Maybe so.  Anyway, the blueberry cream Jello shot didn’t taste like anything I could identify but it did taste good!  The other four he left me I brought home.  I didn’t want Hubs to have to carry me out to the truck.

I half way expected to wake with another headache after the alcohol; I’m never really sure what triggers them.  But I woke feeling okay, tired…but okay!  Again – Happy Birthday to me!

So you’re up to date, mostly.  I’m going to get a shopping list together, after finding a new recipe for ground turkey, and later today I’ll drag Hubs out to shop with me.  He likes that cause he gets to wander through electronics and hardware and maybe even dip me in the cereal aisle!

I hope y’all had an excellent weekend!  And if not, I hope hearing about mine gave you a smile.

xoxo

 

22 point something or other

Saturday we went to our doctor’s office.  Yes, our doctor’s office IS open Saturdays.  Makes it simpler than having to take off early or go into the office late.  Anyway, this past Saturday, Hubs needed to have some blood drawn (which he detests) and I went along as moral support, and because we just like being together.  We’re sappy that way.

While the “vampire” was dealing with Hubs, I tried figuring out the electronic scale.  Turning it on was the easy part.  Numbers kept flashing on it’s little screen on the wall but finally I managed to reset it to zero.  Then I stood on it and waited for the digits to settle.  After making a mental note of the number, I stepped down and turned the scale off.

Then I headed out to the front desk and asked whether someone could pull my file.  Of course they could, and did while wondering what I needed.  I explained I just wanted to know what my weight was when I was last in to see the doc in March.  The doctor who pulled the file brought it over to the desk and held it open so I could see the information.  And when I gleefully told her what I weighed just moments before she beamed back and congratulated me.  Then when I went back to the vampire’s lair to tell Hubs, the vampire high-fived me!

My clothes have fit differently for a long time now – remember my belt rant?  I’ve had to take in the waists on two pairs of work pants and I hate to sew!  I’ve inherited jeans and shirts from daughter K who has lost a bunch of weight too.  When I tried on a pair of slacks that had a smaller size on the tag I held my breath but they fit!  They were a tad snug in the store but a couple of weeks later I tried them again and they were perfect!  So I know I’ve been losing weight.

But I have to say it felt really, really good to see it in actual numbers.  Twenty-two point something pounds!  I’m just rounding it to 22 in conversation though, mainly because I can’t remember the point whatever.

😀