Mobile Monday

A Sunny Day or Six Would be Great!

Getting a late start today for the blog. I had two early appointments this morning, and the rest of the day had a conference with my writing coach, and a lot of thinking about what we talked about. It started out gloomy again. Maybe tomorrow. There is always hope.

I’ve had my temperature checked more today than I have in the past five years. Well, not really. I’m surprised Walmart didn’t check it. They had no disinfecting wipes to clean off the cart handles and didn’t require people to wear masks. They did a good job reconfiguring the aisles. They have some dividers in the middle of 12 foot aisles and nice markings in the aisles indicating the six foot apart rules. It was perfect. I found Butter Beans! And Dog Treats. Essentials for Cowboy Beans and for keeping the dogs happy. It was a win-win.

The conversation with my writing coach was good. I got some honest feedback to help me take my idea and what I’ve written so far, add some things, and be able to make it the best telling of my story about Katie and her seven brothers: Patrick, Andrew, Edward, John, Marty, William, and Michael. It is amazing to make the decisions about characters, their flaws and strengths, and the perils they will interact during. It’s a continuing process, and sometimes I get an idea and decide that may be in a follow-up story, maybe in a trilogy. That would be quite exciting!

Those of us in the 1970 Graduating Class from Archbishop Ryan High School will not be having our 50th Reunion this year. That is sad, but since we are all “of a certain age,” maybe we’ll start a new tradition of a 51st Reunion. It could become a thing, you know? And perhaps our good friend, Anna Merola, will be able to come from Italy. It would be wonderful!

As I left the dentist this morning near 144 & Fort in Omaha, I did see the Nebraska National Guard flyover doing a tribute flight to honor the state’s heroes in the trenches of treating COVID-19 patients. It would have been more spectacular against a blue sky, but the clouds accentuated it as well. The special tributes to those in harm’s way are incredible.

My nephew Don is an ER (ED) nurse in Arizona, and I know he is an angel to his patients. He is in the profession because of his mother, who died from oral cancer in 2007. He was a graduating senior at Bellevue East High School then. Wow. Talk about your graduation being messed up. Her funeral was the day after his 18th birthday. What a lot to overcome! Don enlisted in the USAF, and served his country. I love what he’s done with his life. And, still a newlywed, he married the lovely Carrie last November in Omaha. I’m so happy for them, proud of them, and am just waiting to see their new chapter. You, Don, are my hero. May God continue to bless you!

I’m issuing an apology in advance of you reading this meme. It is an important part of a theme in my book, and it is important for all of us to own our actions, words, and behaviors. If you do not you will never be able to be your best. It is especially hard for people who were raised in dysfunctional families. There is no shame in it, the shame is in not changing the things that are wrong. Not calling out the bad behavior within our own groups leaves the door open for passing along the bad things. And you don’t want to do that. Be strong. Be aware. Be brave enough to say, “It stops here. My family did the best they knew how. And some things need to change for the future.”

I thank you for reading today. I appreciate you so very much. See you again tomorrow, you know I’ll be here ! Stay Safe. Wash your hands. Call a Friend. Learn something new! Take care.

Marveling It’s Monday!

So this is the view from the office today. You can see the streak from an airplane above the trees and there is enough shade yet for the pups to take a nap in. They love being outside! I do too.

Can’t See This Too Much. Fresh Air is the Best Therapy for Your Soul.
The Finch Family Was Rude Last NIght!

However, the neighbor up above on the beam over the table isn’t too nice. While arranging my stuff to work, I discovered we needed a clean up on – well, Table 5? The Finch Family left some gifts for me. Ack! Note to self: Move the table away from the nest to avoid incoming. There, now where were we?

This is such a perfect time of day. It’s just warm enough to be comfortable, especially in the shade. In some ways, I was flashing back to summer mornings when I was a kid in South Omaha. Of course, when I was in 6 – 8 grades, the girls had to go to Mass and sing every morning. Yes, every morning. There was no sleeping in ever at our house. Not weekends, not summer. If we were out too late from the night before, Mom woke us up earlier.

We had no air conditioning the whole time any kids lived at home. Don’t know how Dad, a night worker, slept during the day in that oven of a house. With maybe just a window fan. Anyway, the days were pretty much all alike, kind of like now. Get up, Church, breakfast, change clothes, play. Or read, or whatever you were going to do. Riding bikes was a lot of fun with my friend Peggy. We imagined we had cars, or were part of the Cartwright family on the Ponderosa. It didn’t matter. We used our imaginations and had fun. It’s funny now to think of it. Oh, or be Ricky Nelson’s girlfriend. That was a good one. Swoon!

Goldie, the Office Manager

My productivity took a nose dive yesterday after lunch. When that happens, I need to sit in the recliner with the heating pad on my back. Hate when that happens. Had a nice short nap, and just did some reading the rest of the day. I have four quilts to quilt, three need layering right now. Poppies, Psychedelic Flower, Hibiscus Blocks, and a Wintery Cardinals Quilt I bought last fall. Those are all about the same size, and I’ll only need one King Sized Batting cut in fourths for them all. That makes it so much easier. Hope to get those all layered and pinned this week.

The Babe brought up a good subject. If one of us becomes sick, we probably should have the room ready for the patient. We have a full little apartment downstairs, minus a kitchen, but have a refrigerator, bathroom with a huge shower, and a queen sized futon couch in the craft room. Now, that means I’d need to straighten up the craft room. It is disorganized, and I’ve never finished moving into it. A day or two (depending on how my back holds up) will accomplish the task. I’m hoping to start that this week.

I don’t know that the bed needs sheets on it as of yet, but maybe that’s what he’s going for. I suppose either way, I need to get the bed ready for the Babe, since he’s probably the one who will vacate the upstairs, regardless of who gets sick. Meals on wheels? Room service? I’m not sure. We’ll have to see how he works out that little detail.

Our dog Lexie is worse than a kid. When she decides to be naughty, she’ll drink out of the big bowl she shares with Goldie. Then she sticks her paw in it to spill it. That’s OK outside, but I frown on that in the kitchen. She knows we love her, she just has to be ornery once in awhile. That’s the Raabe in her. Come bedtime, though, she snuggles right up next to my side, and I’ll often wake to find her head laying on my stomach. I’d like to think it’s because she loves me, not because I’m extra fluffy as a result of quarantine weight gain/ Maybe a little of both?

Lexie is in charge of Security!

I’m off to do some research on Alcoholics Anonymous. I purchased their 75th Anniversary Edition of their Big Book. It reminds me of the Missals we carried in the 60s to Mass in the Catholic Church. It has a ribbon page marker like they had, it’s a plain black cover, and the edges are gilded in red metallic. It’s beautiful. There is a companion book called “Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions that I hope to learn a lot from. It is research to figure out how to deal with the family created to write about.

There will be some work on Chapter 10 of the book, too. And embroidery on the little hedge hog picture for baby Cody’s room. Looking forward to the rest of the day. Thank you for spending this time with me, I hope you have some goals for the day, even if it’s to work on your Quarantine Tan. Sunscreen, please! We all should use it. Hope to see you tomorrow, and we’ll see if this day went according to plan! Enjoy!

Terrific Tuesday . . .

And then some! I cannot believe today is pretty sunny. It’s not like yesterday was, but it’s beautiful anyway. Today may be the day we poke around in the garden areas and see if anything besides dandelions is stirring. Maybe, maybe not. It’s just a waiting game for sure.

I’m waiting for the cleaning crew to come clean our home. It’s been about a month, and it needs the professional touch. The dogs carry so much stuff inside (like mulch) and pulverise it all over the floor. At least they don’t eat the couch. I’m sure it will stop at some point.

I renewed our Omaha Zoo membership this morning. Luckily, they are extending their date to April 30, from March 30 to still get a $20 discount. Yes, I’m glad to only be paying $145, not $165 for a Grandparent membership. I hope Gavin wants to go a lot. If not, we’ll just go walk a bit.

This self-distancing/quarantining is a great chance for me to (during APRIL) re-organzie my craft room/cutting room downstairs. It’s gotten a bit out of hand these past three and a half years, and it’s time to tidy it up again. I’ll be able to use it and still keep an eye on the dogs downstairs. Looking forward to summer, like everyone else is. In addition, I’m collecting clothes that don’t fit/appeal to me anymore and readying a bag for the homeless female population at Lydia House. Lots of jeans, about 20 years worth of styles, all perfectly good. Just not going to entertain any dreams of losing forty pounds anymore. The gain happened after I had cancer, and was on a med for eight years afterwards. I believe that started it. It just doesn’t matter anymore, does it?

There was a General on GMA this morning who discussed the government taking over existing buildings with water and electricity already operational and making them into temporary hospitals in areas they expect to be very hard hit with COVID-19 patients. I think this is very wise, the arenas aren’t being used right now anyway. It would be hard to be a patient in a MASH tent, like they currently have set up behind UNMC’s emergency room. The tent holds eight beds, and supposedly has power, heat, water, etc. Even though being in a cot in an arena for an extended period of time wouldn’t be the greatest, it would be better than in one of the hundreds of tents being set up now. Hopefully we won’t need to use all these facilities, but having them ready is being ahead of the game.

Word of the Day
Coddiwomple.
To travel purposefully toward
an as yet unknown destination.
We should not coddiwomple about. We should practice self-distancing and self-quarantine.

I think we need to be aware of what we are doing. We have only left home to go to the store for food, medicine, or for the Babe to go to the VFW, where he can work alone in the building. I have taken Mom to physical therapy. That has allowed exposure for me to people who are ill as the waiting area was the only place to sit and wait for her. It was an industrial area where I wouldn’t have been comfortable taking a walk. Most of me knows I’ll be ok, then sometimes the little voice we all have inside us says, “Yeah, but . . . ” Let’s learn to ignore that little voice. We cannot have doubt creep in at a time like this. We have to be positive. Sure, we may be infected with it, but we’re all healthy for the most part and it shouldn’t be bad if we do get it. Keep thinking those good thoughts, folks. It’s all we’ve got right now.

We have a group we love to follow in local music. Our VFW friends and others join us for shows at our community playhouse in Omaha at different shows. We have a pending 20 tickets for each of these spectacular shows coming up: She Rocks w/Tara Vaughn, Pop Rock Orchestra with Billy McGuigan and his band, and Yesterday and Today, also with Billy McGuigan and his brothers/band. June, August, and December 2020, all for being positive and looking ahead. It will get better. This music will help you celebrate our release from quarantine. Hoping it all works out. Blessings to you for reading. I took a long lunch break, we had steak, baked potato, salad, and I had a wine spritzer (Cab Sav and Sprite Zero), and now I think I need a nap. I’ll be back tomorrow, and hope to see you then.

My Grandma always said, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” It’s ok, a rest break is allowed. I’ll get back to it in a little while. Thanks, see you tomorrow!