Pushing On and Through

It is quite chilly this morning, but my heart is warm. The turmoil of the past month is starting to resolve. That’s always good.

Dan has an infection in his incision from the surgery ten days ago. He’s on antibiotics so it should resolve. The staples come out Tuesday, October 29th. Hopefully, that is the last time the poor guy sees a surgeon for a long while. Prayers appreciated.

My son Frankie (his mom can still call him that) finally was granted access to the apartment. He and the room mate are working feverishly to go through things. Their damage was strictly water damage, which is a blessing. Now, the beds and furniture are so waterlogged the insurance company just paid them out. The clothes are fine just need washing. Good deal.

Some of the collectibles will now be sold as boxes opened. They’re generally fine. Unbelievable. Someone already gave them new kitchen furnishings, so none of that needs hauling, cleaning, etc. Time saver. Hopefully, the electronics are not wet. Otherwise, that will be a whole ‘nother story. By tihs time next week, they will be moved into an exact same apartment in a different building. Nice to be able to move efficiently! Things continue to look up for him.

Loves of my life, my kids.
This was ten years ago on Thanksgiving. Last time we were all together.
From left, Frankie, me, Becky (lives in Colorado) and Nick (lives in KC MO).

All in all, God has been very good to my family, and we all have a lot of thanks to give.

If you ever play those silly games on FB, even though the results are totally randomly generated, sometimes they’re fun. I like this one, and try to remember this is really how I try to be. All the time. In times of peril and in times of plenty. Whatever it is, Let It Be. This also happens to be one of my favorite songs, too.

Words to Live By.
That Paul McCartney really knew how to write.
In more ways than one, I am a Survivor.

It truly IS hard for me to talk about myself. I would rather tell you about my kids or pets or Dan or the grandkids or anyone but myself. In retrospect, I do realize mine is a very unique story full of a lot of challenges. I realize they all made me stronger, and that is a blessing as well as a curse.

When you are strong, people don’t think you need support. You do. You just don’t expect it. People are baffled when you are down. You are too! It’s hard to keep the braveness in full force sometimes. I have been scared for my immediate family this past month in a way I’ve not experienced before. It’s hard. My faith has returned, is strong again, and so am I.

I have always Let It Be, and known that tomorrow the sun will always still come up. No matter what. It will always rise and set just like always. I know enough of those new days followed by a good night’s sleep will help my mind ease, my body relax, and my worry wane. I need to be patient. How about yourself? Can you Let It Be?? Do you want to?? God does a pretty great job of managing if you ask me. I need to quit trying to grab His paintbrush. We all do.

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Meaningful Monday

After last week, with Dan’s emergency surgery and the fire at my son’s apartment house Thursday, my mind has been very busy with trying to find strength through the situations. It’s been hard to make my mind go where is should be. Being strong for my two big guys. I’m back in the groove now.

Picking back up with my novel is now on the front burner. I was able to insert some of the new paragraphs I wrote at the NWG Fall Conference into the existing part of the book. It’s hard not to repeat yourself. I have a few if those sections to fit to the story.

Being a new author, I’m just finding out about NaNoWriMo. It’s National Novel Writing Month and it happens during November. You should be able to write 50K words that month. I met a fellow author at the conference, and she offered to be a buddy during the month. People are so encouraging! Looking forward to it.

I’m hoping it won’t be too difficult to finish the novel while doing participating in NaNoWriMo. It will be a skill developing month for sure.

Entrance to our humble home.
Small Burning Bush shrubs and Sugar Maple tree in our front yard.

In the meantime, fall is in full swing. The bright reds in our yard and the yellow in the wetland behind our property are sure signs it won’t be long until we are wearing heavy winter coats and boots.

The strong winds are challenging too. Keeping your car on the road is hard these past couple weeks. It has brought to my attention the butterfly bush needs to be tamed. The branches are rubbing on the house siding. That could cause some damage if left until spring.

These small but necessary tasks are present in everyday life. Kind of like fitting new paragraphs into what you’ve already written. And you keep going until you know you are done. Yes, there will be a certain type of feeling telling me when the words are enough.

In the beginning, I left out a lot of description. I felt too much was overkill. I didn’t want to belabor some details. In the end, I left out too much to adequately tell the story. I’m so glad people are giving me honest feedback on the bits and pieces they are reading.

So until tomorrow, I’ll keep working on getting back into my daily writing. It will add peace to our little corner of this beautiful world.

What will put peace in your world today? Organization? Resolve? New hobbies?? Comment below, give us a Like, and let me know what you may like to have me blog about.

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Eye of the Beholder

Dan and I have loved this little old couple since before we got married in 1998. We were still relatively young, 46 and 48. And poof! Here we are now, 67 and 69.

We have lumpy, bumpy bodies that ache where we never knew existed, one of us doesn’t hear too well (ahem!), neither of us see that great (but cataract surgery helped greatly), sometimes young drivers get impatient following us (they have a lot to learn), and we don’t have to hurry to get anywhere.

Nothing is too urgent anymore except health issues, we have learned the fine art of spending time together while not doing a lot, and we love spending time with our kids and grandkids. Money cannot buy any of that because it is all priceless.

Best friends and love of each other’s lives.

I’m thinking a lot about my grandmother’s now. Grandma Bobell kind of always smelled like cigarette smoke and Grandma Jewell always smelled fresh and clean. Grandma Bobell knew a lot about many things she learned by reading and doing. She taught me to sew by hand. Grandma Jewell was very aware of the world and the vast changes that happened during the 97 years of her lifetime. She is the person who is most beautiful to me. Her spirit was strong and gentle.

She loved her children fiercely. Her grandchildren and great grandchildren gave her great delight. Her deep faith in God carried through the years. She was crushed when my dad, her oldest child, died of cancer when she was 95. He was only 64. I’ll never forget her words when she found out Dad died. “This is the worst shock of my life”. Nothing else can be said after that.

I can only pray that I never lose an adult child. I nearly did, a son drowned and his brother had a burst appendix. I still thank God every day that they both survived and we’re normal in every way. Yes, life would have gone on, but it would never be the same. A sister in law lost a toddler and an adult son. That was so devastating to her family. Prayers continue for her family.

You have no choice in circumstances like that. You just go on, it’s never up to you. Still, it has to take more than we can imagine just to get out of bed after losses like that.

Hug your kids, be they toddlers or adults. Hug your spouses, sisters and brothers. The ones that are your people need you in their lives, too. Be there for one another. And be kind.

Who is/are your favorite older people?? What makes them so? Leave comments, please, along with a like. Come back again. Thank you for reading.