Mother (in blue) on her ninetieth birthday last September.Our week started with her obsession about the “black dog on the roof” across the street. There was no dog on the roof. It was a piece of equipment when coupled with a shadow and a rippling puddle appeared to her to be a black dog on the roof. It took me three days to persuade her that it was an optical allusion. She was also convinced that a neighbor stole her binoculars. I found them, later in a drawer. In the meantime, she lost her house keys which miraculously appeared four days later after scheduling and canceling a locksmith. I am not entirely convinced that she needs in-home care, yet. I am very sure, though, that she requires daily attention. I am afraid she will fall and injure herself. I am afraid of a lot of things! Luckily she is all about love, is enormously grateful for every little thing I do, and evens brags about me when we shop at the Safeway. ("I have the most wonderful daughter!")
Friday, March 28, 2014
It should be fun, spring break. But, after losing Molly, my spring break has been a time for me to focus on Mother. I had a mental list of the things to do that I think need immediate attention. We are up to date on her bills and we purged all of the junk mail and old catalogues. I didn’t feel well yesterday - it’s the two week anniversary of Molly - but we did go to the Safeway. I hope that we can tackle the laundry and/or files over the weekend.
Monday, March 17, 2014
I once heard that you are supposed to plant your peas on St. Patrick's Day.
Well, we did it yesterday.
And, I'm glad we did because it would have been a pain in the neck if waited until today:
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Friday, March 14, 2014
When she first came to me at age 6, she was a little shy. Her previous owner, Sue Jackson, was unwell and unable to care for her; and soon, she would move into assisted living. Molly was beautifully trained and had such a benevolent, kind soul. When I looked into her eyes, I could even see it. She was very feminine, often siting with her front paws touching as though folded her her lap, like a lady at a tea party. She had her favorites: John Drew, Taylor (Peter’s dog), Gracie (Elizabeth’s dog), Stephen duPont, Amos, the cat. She liked puppies...for about 5 minutes. She never turned down a meal or a treat. She swam at Flag Harbor...that may have been her favorite place. She had two surgeries just under a year ago: one lump was cancer, the other was benign. She recovered...rebounded with flying colors, except for a couple fainting spells. But lately, she became frail. Her hind legs were getting weaker. She walked very slowly and the walks became shorter and shorter. And then, she just stopped eating. It’s so hard to know what to do, or do the right thing. She lost her “joie” - I am sure of that. At the end, she even wagged her tail and I know that she was trying to please me. She went down like a real lady: calm, elegant, and gentle with those of us in the room. I loved Pam's comment after Stoli died: 'he's a puppy again.' Have fun you guys...
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” -Will Rogers
Friday, February 21, 2014
We set up the USA-Canada Olympic hockey game in the school theater. There is something about the unabashed passion for competition that only teenage boys - as a group, mind you - can express.
The emotional high/lows went from a roar to utter silence.
The video is from the last moments of the heartbreaking result.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
I just couldn't stand it.
I had to get out.
I am so over this winter.I treated myself to a field trip to the Georgetown Safeway...wow, isn't that a sexy endeavor! When I got home, I realized that I should have taken a drive around our beautiful city. But I didn't, and I think it's because I rushed home. Why? I rushed to get home because I am so excited to have found a little glimmer of spring in the seafood department and I wanted to get it in the fridge.
Of course, I am partial to all images of fish. I have collected several of Tom Burton's fish / folk art:
I found Tom and his art on our way our way down to Chincoteague, VA. He is a retired NASA photographer who lives in a trailer and makes these carved and painted fish for sale on Route 13 in New Church VA. His art is warm, like the gleam in his blue eyes; and heartfelt as his brushstrokes confirm.
Friday, February 14, 2014
These are the very wise words from a very wise friend which describe my sentiments exactly!
"Once upon a time I used to feel lousy about Valentine's Day and not having a current love in my life. Then a couple years after my divorce I went out on a beautiful Valentine's Day and bought a brand spanking new BMW. Best Valentine's Day gift EVER! Kinda set the bar a little high for any future gifts from later loves but since then I have looked at this day as a personal gift day. So, as soon as my driveway gets plowed I am heading to the jewelry store! For anyone else hating all the hype of today, go shopping!!!! Wear whatever you buy home, and every time you look at it be happy and know you did it for yourself!!"
The above from a 1920s Woolworth's Valentine holiday window display in northwestern Ohio.