Fulfilling Friday

What a beautiful day it has been. Not just the weather, but the warmth in my heart tells me what a great day it’s been. A friend from the Auxiliary and I went to a homeless shelter and delivered our donations today. Ron Hernandez, Moving Veterans Forward, led the way to our destination. We had a van full of donations collected by the coat/clothing/food drive we helped with and some purchased goods.

The look on the gentlemen’s faces at the shelter was one my heart will not soon forget. The excitement of 400 pairs of socks was funny yet heartbreaking. As a medic, my dad talked a lot about guys getting trench foot in the jungles of Korea. Or in streams of Europe. Bottom line is, even a girl like me realizes the feet must remain dry to remain healthy. So many homeless people have no one even think of them. No one who ever thinks of their situations. There is a plethora of reasons people are out there, on the streets, and we cannot judge how they ended up where they are. Whenever they decide they need to change their ways and get help to exorcize their demons, they can. It’s available. No different from anyone else who has trauma issues, which is a primary cause of veteran’s issues. It may relate to childhood, not PTSD from combat. It’s up to the counselors to help them sort it out. There, But By the Grace of God, Go I. Or my husband. Or my dad. Or my uncles. Or my brother.

Bottom right: Ron Hernandez, Kathy Raabe, Mary Dalton-Quilliam at New Visions Omaha. Should Ron’s organization receive any cash donations during the month of December, the foundation will match the contribution, dollar for dollar. A thought for anyone in the Omaha, Nebraska, area, and I can assure you, it goes directly to the Veterans in need. I’ve seen it for myself. It’s a beautiful thing.

I love to see people have hope. I love to see people have dreams. I love to see people in a position to make others’ dreams come true. Life is full of possibilities, and sometimes, those possibilities become realities. Period. It happens. Don’t you love it when a plan comes together? I believe God’s hand is present in these alliances. It has to be in His grand plan. I feel so humbled to be part of it.

Friends, I think we’ll make a break here, and talk again tomorrow morning. I am still overwhelmed at all I saw and felt today. I’m letting that simmer on my soul tonight. Have a beautiful evening, and we’ll see each other again tomorrow. Thank you, sincerely.

Saturday in the Heartland

Hello, from the home office in Gretna, Nebraska. We are just getting started on today’s blog because we were doing some volunteer work for our local Veterans. The VFW Post 2503 is having a spaghetti feed on Veterans Day, and Veterans’ meals are free. It’s the least we can do. We are also having a coat drive for distribution to the homeless veterans in the area. We will purchase weatherproof boots, socks, sweatpants, hoodies, coats, etc. We want our guys to stay warm this winter, regardless of where they sleep. Help is available for them, and we hope more help is available soon, when COVID positive cases go down in numbers. We hate to see anyone out in the cold.

I distinctly remember, as a kid, we could not wear our winter coats until after November 1. It didn’t matter if it snowed, sleeted, or whatever, we couldn’t wear winter coats. Mom’s theory was we wouldn’t be used to the cold, and would be colder than if we’d waited to don the warmer coat. I do not understand if that’s correct or not. I just know it was our rule. I know we were freezing before we could wear the warmest coats we owned.

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Mom probably figured she would do what her mother did. All Mom’s know best, right? Not so sure. Old wives’ tales abound in every family history, and who knows what is the right thing to do for babies and children? It seems no one asks Grandma’s opinion anymore. Some young women behave as if in the world’s history, no one before themselves have had a child. Truthfully, it’s just a vibe I pick up.

And the “No sleeping on their tummies,” edict, oh my gosh, we had our children doing that – and no one woke up screaming. In fact, we were told if a baby laid on it’s back after feeding, vomiting could be fatal, because of aspiration. Not so much anymore. I am astounded. Suffocating easier on their tummies? I would say only if you had a pillow-soft mattress for them. They are strong enough to turn their heads. They develop a lot of upper body strength from turning their heads from side to side. When did they decide this wasn’t good for them?

Times change. I remember once my mother-in-law said not to hang wallpaper in the babies’ room, putting my arms up would cause the baby to strangle on the cord. I asked her, “Well, should I stop hanging clothes on the line, too? Haven’t women always done that? I think I’ll be fine.” She meant well.

And what will be the next trend? Not for me to guess. Young people just don’t discount Grandma’s offer of help or advice. It’s not all bunk. Sometimes you have to trust your gut, you’ve carried that baby in your body for nine months, who should know better than you? We have all survived our novice mothers. Thank God for that, and for the advice of a knowing Grandma or Great Grandma.

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What is on your plate for the rest of the weekend? We are just hanging out with our pups and talking. It was an early start this morning, and a very productive day. Tomorrow is a Post breakfast, so after we attend that, come home tomorrow in time to clean our windows, and mow the grass/leaves before it turns into winter again. Just in time is good. And pick another order from Walmart for groceries. Time to dig in again with Keto, we’ve had a hot dog on a bun today, and shared a bagel for breakfast, I need to mix up a breakfast casserole for next week, and make some keto bagels to get back on track.

Thank you for reading today, I appreciate it. Be Kind. Be Aware. Be Courteous. The Election is over. Mr. Biden is the winner. Congratulations to you and Ms. Harris. I pray for your success as the two most powerful people in the world. Cherish the trust we have placed in you. Take care of our great nation. Pray for guidance from above. Let our trust in your leadership be just. And please, make your decisions for the good of our great nation and good people. God Bless You Both, and God Bless America.

Long May She Wave!

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!

A Saturday in January

This is about the coldest it has been in Nebraska in a while. All the Babe and I need to do is dig deep in the closet to find the warmest gloves, scarves, and hat. And we each have several coats to choose from. We are so fortunate. Yesterday, the Babe went through his closets to find warm coats he no longer wears. He has four or five of them, ready to go, in a plastic garbage bag. We know two ladies from the Post who volunteer at a Veterans Homeless Shelter, and they will take the coats to the shelter this week. He didn’t want to donate them to Goodwill, etc., because it sells them. He wanted them to go directly to a veteran in need, for free.

We did a little office work at the VFW today, getting ready for a mailing. Every year they have a fundraising initiative to raise money to maintain the building and grounds. I like this to be my volunteering so I can apply my clerical skills to helping in any way I can. It helps the Babe, since I can type faster than he can, and then he is finished sooner than later. It was a good day.

We went to Walmart for a few groceries. Few people were out. It amazed me there were so many people much older than we are. Usually we are the oldest ones there. Maybe they go on Saturday, but it just seemed so cold out for them. I think frigid temps are so hard on older people. I know it adds to aches and pains; it aggravates arthritis and other ailments most people acquire as time goes on.

Tonight, I’m writing by the fireplace as my studio is frigid again. The dogs love the fire and lay in front of it until they become too hot; then they move away quickly. What lucky pups. We heard about two men who abused a lab pup somewhere near a lake. They threw the dog, so it landed on its back, the ice broke, and the pup fell in the freezing water. How terrible. I hope the state does not allow them to own another pet. Ever again. People who do that to animals usually abuse children and other adults in their lives.

The football season is nearing the end tomorrow with the last two playoff games. The Super Bowl will follow. We are cheering for Kansas City and hoping they come out ahead. The young quarterback is fun to watch.

Tonight will be a little more reviewing my first chapter and assess if it’s still making the cut for the rewrite. One important thing I have learned is how authors try to cram the entire backstory into the first chapter of the book. Nothing much happens, it just gets dumped out, and the action doesn’t start until Chapter Two. I did it, too. Thanks to my editor, I have learned how that approach could make the readers drop my book like a hot rock.

Thank you for reading today. I appreciate it very much. As usual, I’ll be here tomorrow, and I hope to find you here, too. Stay warm!