Wednesday, November 30, 2005
"Consumer Wonderland"
I braved it. A trip to the mall was in order. "Here let me show you...." I was sucked in by a young lady hocking her wares. The prices were outrageous... " we are having a holiday special." How do I escape? It's getting late, I still have things to do, she's persistant. Am I that much of a wimp, or just too polite?
My venture to purchase sneakers was unproductive. After waiting for over twenty minutes only to have the salesperson to finally say ... he cannot find the stock in the stockroom.
Across the street, at the stripmall, I fared better at Trader Joe's. They were offering samples of chocolate cake. I found what I was looking for and escaped just before the rush hour traffic clogged the highway.
I braved it. A trip to the mall was in order. "Here let me show you...." I was sucked in by a young lady hocking her wares. The prices were outrageous... " we are having a holiday special." How do I escape? It's getting late, I still have things to do, she's persistant. Am I that much of a wimp, or just too polite?
My venture to purchase sneakers was unproductive. After waiting for over twenty minutes only to have the salesperson to finally say ... he cannot find the stock in the stockroom.
Across the street, at the stripmall, I fared better at Trader Joe's. They were offering samples of chocolate cake. I found what I was looking for and escaped just before the rush hour traffic clogged the highway.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Money, Money, Money
It’s odd, first it seems that everyone is concerned about profit margins, then comes January and they speak of consumers debt.
Consumers just seem to be following the example of the government’s mounting debt. (Yes, there is a Dept. of Public Debt. (scary)) Whatever happened to living within one’s means. I can understand things happen, like medical emergencies, that push people into debt. But fiscal responsibility seems to have taken a holiday. Living on one income is impossible for many with today’s costs. Yet it still can be done, if you give it a try. It’s all about choices.
Perhaps a course in high school on personal finance should be offered. Ah yes, life skills. Perhaps our government should sign up for the class. Most of the time, these lessons are for the parents to teach. However, the parents can’t teach what they don’t know.
Media had been training us to have the “gotta have it” mentality, “Buy now, pay later.” What happened to saving up for something? Saving has become a foreign concept. No longer does one have to wait to get the toys. Bills will eventually come due and there is a price to pay.
It’s odd, first it seems that everyone is concerned about profit margins, then comes January and they speak of consumers debt.
Consumers just seem to be following the example of the government’s mounting debt. (Yes, there is a Dept. of Public Debt. (scary)) Whatever happened to living within one’s means. I can understand things happen, like medical emergencies, that push people into debt. But fiscal responsibility seems to have taken a holiday. Living on one income is impossible for many with today’s costs. Yet it still can be done, if you give it a try. It’s all about choices.
Perhaps a course in high school on personal finance should be offered. Ah yes, life skills. Perhaps our government should sign up for the class. Most of the time, these lessons are for the parents to teach. However, the parents can’t teach what they don’t know.
Media had been training us to have the “gotta have it” mentality, “Buy now, pay later.” What happened to saving up for something? Saving has become a foreign concept. No longer does one have to wait to get the toys. Bills will eventually come due and there is a price to pay.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Where are the Humans? Update on menu hell.
After my attempts of getting information online and by telephone, I actually had to make a trip to Department of Motor Vehicles. At was not lost, after spending 30 minutes in line I was able to save 37 cents on postage and scheduled my son's driving test for March 3, 2006. That was the first available appointment. I heard that the main office was already scheduling in April.
The same thing happened with pre-op registration for the hospital. They called, I called back and got voice instructions to leave my number and info and I would be called back. I made several attempts to get someone. I finally called back the after hours number and got a post-surgical nurse.
Woo Hoo! Finally, a human.
It is good to know that I am not alone in this frustration. Paul English was on NPR's Morning Edition on November 23 and there an article in the Boston Globe on him. He has complied a list of how to reach a human.
After my attempts of getting information online and by telephone, I actually had to make a trip to Department of Motor Vehicles. At was not lost, after spending 30 minutes in line I was able to save 37 cents on postage and scheduled my son's driving test for March 3, 2006. That was the first available appointment. I heard that the main office was already scheduling in April.
The same thing happened with pre-op registration for the hospital. They called, I called back and got voice instructions to leave my number and info and I would be called back. I made several attempts to get someone. I finally called back the after hours number and got a post-surgical nurse.
Woo Hoo! Finally, a human.
It is good to know that I am not alone in this frustration. Paul English was on NPR's Morning Edition on November 23 and there an article in the Boston Globe on him. He has complied a list of how to reach a human.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Shifting Gears
Thankgiving weekend is over. My precious first born returned to campus today.(sans turkey) He wants fo finish up what food he has in the townhouse before the end of this semster. My middle one is healing well.
It's time to think about Christmas. Thankfully I didn't get caught up in the retail madness this weekend. I miss going into Hartford to see the store windows, like I did when I was a girl. In addition to the holiday windows, there were Victorian skaters on top of the marquee of G. Fox. Sage Allen had wonderful displays too. It was best when it was snowing.
Most of the stores have been closed down or bought out and have moved to the malls. Now, I would have to go to New York City to walk down the cold street and peer into the windows. Going to the mall just doesn't have the same feel.
Christmas cards to Poland were supposed to be written today, but weren't. I worked a tad on the gift list, seeing what is still needed. Today, I feel more like the Grinch than Santa. Missing what was, longing for my childhood perhaps? The comfort of the old and familiar. Its difficult to see what is ahead, new memories to make and cherish.
Hopefully my demeanor will improve.
Thankgiving weekend is over. My precious first born returned to campus today.(sans turkey) He wants fo finish up what food he has in the townhouse before the end of this semster. My middle one is healing well.
It's time to think about Christmas. Thankfully I didn't get caught up in the retail madness this weekend. I miss going into Hartford to see the store windows, like I did when I was a girl. In addition to the holiday windows, there were Victorian skaters on top of the marquee of G. Fox. Sage Allen had wonderful displays too. It was best when it was snowing.
Most of the stores have been closed down or bought out and have moved to the malls. Now, I would have to go to New York City to walk down the cold street and peer into the windows. Going to the mall just doesn't have the same feel.
Christmas cards to Poland were supposed to be written today, but weren't. I worked a tad on the gift list, seeing what is still needed. Today, I feel more like the Grinch than Santa. Missing what was, longing for my childhood perhaps? The comfort of the old and familiar. Its difficult to see what is ahead, new memories to make and cherish.
Hopefully my demeanor will improve.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Overflow
I feel like the river, overflowing the banks. Strange for this time of year, usually the river floods in Spring. Welled up with emotions, that cannot be contained. I guess the stress got to the better of me.
Sitting out in the middle of the river, letting things flow by. Perhaps waiting for an opportunity.
A walk lined with sentinel lampposts, so near the city, but devoid of life. Long shadows eerily cast across the path. Do you dare take the uninviting journey it offers?
I feel like the river, overflowing the banks. Strange for this time of year, usually the river floods in Spring. Welled up with emotions, that cannot be contained. I guess the stress got to the better of me.
Sitting out in the middle of the river, letting things flow by. Perhaps waiting for an opportunity.
A walk lined with sentinel lampposts, so near the city, but devoid of life. Long shadows eerily cast across the path. Do you dare take the uninviting journey it offers?
Friday, November 25, 2005
Surgery
6:40 a.m. No, I haven’t missed the store openings on Black Friday, but awake with a start to realize that I had 5 minutes to get to the hospital. Who knows what happened to the alarm. I was out the door in less than 5 minutes and on the road to contend with the black ice. Thank heavens traffic is light and the hospital has valet parking. There is so much paperwork to be done when we arrive. Finally we get into to the pre-op area. Two nurses remembered him from the ICU 16 years ago, one even remember which bed he had been in. It was comforting to be remembered and greeted so fondly. One pre-op nurse let him keep her stethoscope for a while.
"Listening to the beat."
He drank the sedative and after it took affect he was wheeled into surgery. He went under quickly. It seemed the procedure took longer than expected, but everything turned out well. Understandably, he was a tad grumpy in recovery. Spitting up a bit of blood. Soon he was being discharged, they brought him a wheelchair. I put the brakes on and he took them off. He wanted to visit the rest of the patients in the recovery room. Finally our escort arrived and we went down to our waiting car. It was very cold; it's nice to have a car with a great heating system. Still grumpy, due to the anesthesia, he keeps changing the radio stations never finding what he wanted. Thank heavens it was a short ride and we were home by 10am.
Tonight's Dinner - turkey, potato, squash,
cranberry sauce was added later for color.
Diet for a while will be everything soft, applesauce, pudding, jello, etc. Some time has past and his demeanor has improved.
6:40 a.m. No, I haven’t missed the store openings on Black Friday, but awake with a start to realize that I had 5 minutes to get to the hospital. Who knows what happened to the alarm. I was out the door in less than 5 minutes and on the road to contend with the black ice. Thank heavens traffic is light and the hospital has valet parking. There is so much paperwork to be done when we arrive. Finally we get into to the pre-op area. Two nurses remembered him from the ICU 16 years ago, one even remember which bed he had been in. It was comforting to be remembered and greeted so fondly. One pre-op nurse let him keep her stethoscope for a while.
"Listening to the beat."He drank the sedative and after it took affect he was wheeled into surgery. He went under quickly. It seemed the procedure took longer than expected, but everything turned out well. Understandably, he was a tad grumpy in recovery. Spitting up a bit of blood. Soon he was being discharged, they brought him a wheelchair. I put the brakes on and he took them off. He wanted to visit the rest of the patients in the recovery room. Finally our escort arrived and we went down to our waiting car. It was very cold; it's nice to have a car with a great heating system. Still grumpy, due to the anesthesia, he keeps changing the radio stations never finding what he wanted. Thank heavens it was a short ride and we were home by 10am.
Tonight's Dinner - turkey, potato, squash,
cranberry sauce was added later for color.
Diet for a while will be everything soft, applesauce, pudding, jello, etc. Some time has past and his demeanor has improved.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
I arose before dawn, to bake some pies and looked out the window to a wondrous sight. There was about two inches of snow on the ground.
This put me in a festive mood and made me want to start singing Christmas songs. Oops, wrong holiday. The snow continued to fall as our departure time neared. The State Police were issuing warnings to stay home. “Stay Home!? What not have Thanksgiving? Not see the family?” Then a call came, from my sister, with a warning that the roads were bad. “Hmmm, perhaps conditions will improve.” The intensity lessened, and we have a good trip. There were only a couple of miles that we had to be careful.
The snow was the good kind, wet and sticky, perfect for snowballs and snowmen. The sun came out and the temperature rose to about 40. Streets were drying off, just in time for our return trip home, before the Arctic cold front arrived.
This was truly a day to be thankful for.
This put me in a festive mood and made me want to start singing Christmas songs. Oops, wrong holiday. The snow continued to fall as our departure time neared. The State Police were issuing warnings to stay home. “Stay Home!? What not have Thanksgiving? Not see the family?” Then a call came, from my sister, with a warning that the roads were bad. “Hmmm, perhaps conditions will improve.” The intensity lessened, and we have a good trip. There were only a couple of miles that we had to be careful.
The snow was the good kind, wet and sticky, perfect for snowballs and snowmen. The sun came out and the temperature rose to about 40. Streets were drying off, just in time for our return trip home, before the Arctic cold front arrived.
This was truly a day to be thankful for.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
He's HOME
I was looking forward to my precious firstborn’s return. We expected an arrival time of after dinner. Much to my surprise, he arrived at 2 p.m. with a guest. His cat, Sepheroth. I was not expecting either. Communication was lacking on my son’s part. The great news was this year we didn’t have to make the 6 hour (one way) journey to get him.
Seph wasn’t getting alone with the dog that was in the campus residence, so it was determined that he should return here. (Pets, other than those that can be contained in a bowl are not allowed on Campus.) Our girls (3 female cats) were not pleased with his return or the return of Seph. There was minimal hissing. But Seph seemed comfortable with his return here. He put up a slight fuss while I clipped his claws, but soon changed his annoyance to delight when I put catnip on the scratching post.
It was good to see my son, but I fear that his homecoming was not as welcoming as it should have been. But also his demeanor prevented a warm welcome. Yes, a six hour drive is tiring and it seems that he would have preferred to have stayed on Campus. But free food and free laundry are pretty enticing to him.
I was looking forward to my precious firstborn’s return. We expected an arrival time of after dinner. Much to my surprise, he arrived at 2 p.m. with a guest. His cat, Sepheroth. I was not expecting either. Communication was lacking on my son’s part. The great news was this year we didn’t have to make the 6 hour (one way) journey to get him.
Seph wasn’t getting alone with the dog that was in the campus residence, so it was determined that he should return here. (Pets, other than those that can be contained in a bowl are not allowed on Campus.) Our girls (3 female cats) were not pleased with his return or the return of Seph. There was minimal hissing. But Seph seemed comfortable with his return here. He put up a slight fuss while I clipped his claws, but soon changed his annoyance to delight when I put catnip on the scratching post.
It was good to see my son, but I fear that his homecoming was not as welcoming as it should have been. But also his demeanor prevented a warm welcome. Yes, a six hour drive is tiring and it seems that he would have preferred to have stayed on Campus. But free food and free laundry are pretty enticing to him.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
The Caretaker
Ah, the many roles we play. I was just getting used to caring for myself. With my son's upcoming surgery, my focus shifted. Figuring out payment for the procedure, how to explain it in terms that he will understand and won't frighten him. Planning out food that he will be able to eat, wondering about his premed. At least he is cleared for surgery.
I noticed that my stress level is up. My patience is thin. The balancing act is difficult, I am distracted. I'm not alone in this. I see many mother's with children with disabilities with similar challenges, often placing themselves last on the priority list. You have to let go of something’s in order to address the needs of your child. It is an immense responsibility filled with worry. Am I doing all that I can? Trying to see into the future, to be prepared for what's next; making sure that things are done.
Laughingly our mother's group has taken to calling ourselves "The Mother's from Hell." We gather information, share what's working and what to avoid, keep records, deal with insurance companies and the school system. Things are so simple with our so called "normal" children.
Ah, the many roles we play. I was just getting used to caring for myself. With my son's upcoming surgery, my focus shifted. Figuring out payment for the procedure, how to explain it in terms that he will understand and won't frighten him. Planning out food that he will be able to eat, wondering about his premed. At least he is cleared for surgery.
I noticed that my stress level is up. My patience is thin. The balancing act is difficult, I am distracted. I'm not alone in this. I see many mother's with children with disabilities with similar challenges, often placing themselves last on the priority list. You have to let go of something’s in order to address the needs of your child. It is an immense responsibility filled with worry. Am I doing all that I can? Trying to see into the future, to be prepared for what's next; making sure that things are done.
Laughingly our mother's group has taken to calling ourselves "The Mother's from Hell." We gather information, share what's working and what to avoid, keep records, deal with insurance companies and the school system. Things are so simple with our so called "normal" children.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Shake, rattle and roll
It began as a slow rumble. The sound increased steadily, until the entire house began to shake. No it's not an earthquake (though we do get little ones in Connecticut.) The knives were rattling, the plates clattering. How could one not be distracted by this. Once again, I was getting a foot massage from the floor, but it wasn't from my precious first born's music.
They had gone by laying the tar with such precision. The dump trucks gracefully avoided the overhead wires.
Then the rollers came shaking everything in the house. I didn't know that those things vibrated and I was surprised with the intensity.
Now, the speeders have a smooth road. All that is left in our section are the driveway aprons. Hopefully the work will be done soon, before they have to stop because of the weather.
It began as a slow rumble. The sound increased steadily, until the entire house began to shake. No it's not an earthquake (though we do get little ones in Connecticut.) The knives were rattling, the plates clattering. How could one not be distracted by this. Once again, I was getting a foot massage from the floor, but it wasn't from my precious first born's music.
They had gone by laying the tar with such precision. The dump trucks gracefully avoided the overhead wires.
Then the rollers came shaking everything in the house. I didn't know that those things vibrated and I was surprised with the intensity.
Now, the speeders have a smooth road. All that is left in our section are the driveway aprons. Hopefully the work will be done soon, before they have to stop because of the weather.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Being brave?
I still feel like hiding from the world, but will venture out. I'll post on how it goes later.
I still feel like hiding from the world, but will venture out. I'll post on how it goes later.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Where are you?
Ever feel like hiding out? Taking a break? I guess I needed a break today. Hide from the world for a while.
So much is going on in the next few days that I've got daily lists of things to be done up to the surgery the day after Thanksgiving. I really wish that things could be calmer.
Ever feel like hiding out? Taking a break? I guess I needed a break today. Hide from the world for a while.
So much is going on in the next few days that I've got daily lists of things to be done up to the surgery the day after Thanksgiving. I really wish that things could be calmer.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Teen Adult Social
Admittance to the Thanksgiving Dance that a snack is brought. I opted for the easy Pilgrim hat cookies. I like to provide a snack that relates to the occasion. It makes it a little more festive for the attendees.
The boys liked helping because they can eat the rejects for the top part of the hat. The easy squeeze icing wasn't so easy to squeeze at first. My youngest and I struggled for a bit, put it in the mircowave for 7 seconds, let it warm up some more and finally it began to flow properly.
One son went off to swim, the other to the social. Then it was ladies night out time. No wine tonight. We did a bit of shopping where I found some candles that I like the fragrance of, Aromatiques - Cinnamon Cider.
Then we settled in at Barnes and Noble for a bit of refreshment and conversation. I wasn't in the mood for coffee or tea so I had the Godiva hot cocoa. I was a bit surprised to see a backgammon board and Scrabble and was told that some families have been seen playing . My thought: "In Barnes and Noble? Strange." My trips had been quick in and outs, get the books and go. We discussed last nights meeting; about services that will be available once our children become 18 and what happens when they leave the school system. It didn't take long for our two hours of freedom to end.
Admittance to the Thanksgiving Dance that a snack is brought. I opted for the easy Pilgrim hat cookies. I like to provide a snack that relates to the occasion. It makes it a little more festive for the attendees.
The boys liked helping because they can eat the rejects for the top part of the hat. The easy squeeze icing wasn't so easy to squeeze at first. My youngest and I struggled for a bit, put it in the mircowave for 7 seconds, let it warm up some more and finally it began to flow properly.
One son went off to swim, the other to the social. Then it was ladies night out time. No wine tonight. We did a bit of shopping where I found some candles that I like the fragrance of, Aromatiques - Cinnamon Cider.
Then we settled in at Barnes and Noble for a bit of refreshment and conversation. I wasn't in the mood for coffee or tea so I had the Godiva hot cocoa. I was a bit surprised to see a backgammon board and Scrabble and was told that some families have been seen playing . My thought: "In Barnes and Noble? Strange." My trips had been quick in and outs, get the books and go. We discussed last nights meeting; about services that will be available once our children become 18 and what happens when they leave the school system. It didn't take long for our two hours of freedom to end.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Autumn's End
The Ginko is one of the last of this Autumn's hold outs. While most of the trees are now sporting bare branches, the Ginko stands alone with it's vivid display.
The striking yellow leaves of this giant tree stand out against the bright blue sky as if to say, "Hey! Look at me." The contrast is so intense, it stopped me in my tracks.
The breeze blows and some leaves fall free. A leaf takes to flight, showing off as it drifts to it's new resting place on the ground.
Many walk by not seeing this beautiful visual gift. Too busy to notice, too absorbed in their own lives to see surrounds them.
The Ginko is one of the last of this Autumn's hold outs. While most of the trees are now sporting bare branches, the Ginko stands alone with it's vivid display.
The striking yellow leaves of this giant tree stand out against the bright blue sky as if to say, "Hey! Look at me." The contrast is so intense, it stopped me in my tracks.
The breeze blows and some leaves fall free. A leaf takes to flight, showing off as it drifts to it's new resting place on the ground.
Many walk by not seeing this beautiful visual gift. Too busy to notice, too absorbed in their own lives to see surrounds them.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Oh Joy!
This was a day for scheduling and things are moving fast.
Oral surgery is scheduled for the day after Thanksgiving. Can we say ground Turkey? With his heart issues, the oral surgeon felt it was best that he have the procedure done at the hospital. (So did I.) So some quick phone calls to set up the pre-op medical exam, Monday at 10, then to the surgeons office to finish paperwork.
There are many good things about this happening now. His big brother will be coming home for Thanksgiving and hopefully they will go to Taco Bell on Wednesday. Then he would have the rest of the weekend to heal with tons of activity here.
Now with my youngest, trying to get things set up for his driver's test is fun. All but one of his driving sessions had to be rescheduled due to swim meets. The driver's test cannot be taken until those sessions are done.
Why am I concerned, well the grapevine has it that driver's tests are now being scheduled for April 2006. If we wait until to schedule when his sessions are done in February, he probably won't be able to get an appointment until July 2006, and that would rot!
What really rots is trying to get a human on the phone at the DVM. I was stuck in menu hell again, with no way to get my questions answered, so now a trip to the DMV is in order. Yuck!
At least it is not boring here.
This was a day for scheduling and things are moving fast.
Oral surgery is scheduled for the day after Thanksgiving. Can we say ground Turkey? With his heart issues, the oral surgeon felt it was best that he have the procedure done at the hospital. (So did I.) So some quick phone calls to set up the pre-op medical exam, Monday at 10, then to the surgeons office to finish paperwork.
There are many good things about this happening now. His big brother will be coming home for Thanksgiving and hopefully they will go to Taco Bell on Wednesday. Then he would have the rest of the weekend to heal with tons of activity here.
Now with my youngest, trying to get things set up for his driver's test is fun. All but one of his driving sessions had to be rescheduled due to swim meets. The driver's test cannot be taken until those sessions are done.
Why am I concerned, well the grapevine has it that driver's tests are now being scheduled for April 2006. If we wait until to schedule when his sessions are done in February, he probably won't be able to get an appointment until July 2006, and that would rot!
What really rots is trying to get a human on the phone at the DVM. I was stuck in menu hell again, with no way to get my questions answered, so now a trip to the DMV is in order. Yuck!
At least it is not boring here.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Deja Vu and games people (companies) play
During my travels this morning, I spied a sign at a station that showed what I paid for gas two weeks ago. Shocking what a difference five miles makes. I was not a business or marketing major, but I can understand covering costs. As a consumer, I have a big problem with "what the market will bear." I'd prefer fair market trade instead.
During my travels this morning, I spied a sign at a station that showed what I paid for gas two weeks ago. Shocking what a difference five miles makes. I was not a business or marketing major, but I can understand covering costs. As a consumer, I have a big problem with "what the market will bear." I'd prefer fair market trade instead.
The grocery stores play a similar game. It happens that I get the sale flyers for the same store that is in two different towns in the Sunday paper. The regular and sale prices are much higher in one town than the other. The distance between the two stores is only four miles. The only thing I did to the above pics is crop them, these are the actual flyers I received.
Monday, November 14, 2005
How LOW will it go?
Dropping prices at the pumps is pleasant site. In the last two weeks the price has gone down twenty cents a gallon. What a relief these prices are compared to the high of over $3 a few weeks ago.
10/31
11/14 
Personally, I think it would be great if prices went under $2. Can that really happen? One can only hope.
Dropping prices at the pumps is pleasant site. In the last two weeks the price has gone down twenty cents a gallon. What a relief these prices are compared to the high of over $3 a few weeks ago.
10/31
11/14 Personally, I think it would be great if prices went under $2. Can that really happen? One can only hope.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
To cook, or not to cook, that is the question.
After the excursions of the past two days, I have come to realize that my culinary skills are average. One restaurant stated it had homestyle food, like moms. Heck, it was better than mine or my mom's. My family does not complain about my cooking and they do have favorites and request them. They look forward to the meals. There have been places where I thought I could have done better.
My thoughts have drifted to 30 minute meals and expanding our menu to include more sophisticated fair. The boys have grown, their palates have changed. Maybe it's time.
I'm not about to enroll in culinary school because I feel slightly inadequate. My preference would be to dine out.
After the excursions of the past two days, I have come to realize that my culinary skills are average. One restaurant stated it had homestyle food, like moms. Heck, it was better than mine or my mom's. My family does not complain about my cooking and they do have favorites and request them. They look forward to the meals. There have been places where I thought I could have done better.
My thoughts have drifted to 30 minute meals and expanding our menu to include more sophisticated fair. The boys have grown, their palates have changed. Maybe it's time.
I'm not about to enroll in culinary school because I feel slightly inadequate. My preference would be to dine out.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Conversations
Friends gather together, sit down with a bottle chardonnay and good food.
It took long enough, this gathering was supposed to have taken place last spring. Just goes to show you if you want something to happen, you have to make it happen. Put it on the calendar. If you don't, it's not going to happen. Who would have thought we lead such busy lives. One subject flows into another, we speak of children, work, politics and education. The evening is far too short, there is not enough time for all we would like to say.
Friends gather together, sit down with a bottle chardonnay and good food.
It took long enough, this gathering was supposed to have taken place last spring. Just goes to show you if you want something to happen, you have to make it happen. Put it on the calendar. If you don't, it's not going to happen. Who would have thought we lead such busy lives. One subject flows into another, we speak of children, work, politics and education. The evening is far too short, there is not enough time for all we would like to say.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Veteran's Day
Battles fought, lives lost. The soldiers that do come home are forever changed. War changes everyone. Why do men need power? Maybe women should rule.
Expectations
Trying to regain something, or reclaim it can be a futile effort. It's like trying to go home again after 20 years, much will have changed but your expectations will not have. Yet we cling to these thoughts and are disheartened when they do not match the reality. Dwelling in the past will only hold you back. Fond memories are just that, memories.
Be in the present, look to the future, savor what is put before you. The potato pancake put before me today was very good. The platter that followed was so enticing that I forgot to take a picture of it.
Battles fought, lives lost. The soldiers that do come home are forever changed. War changes everyone. Why do men need power? Maybe women should rule.
Expectations
Trying to regain something, or reclaim it can be a futile effort. It's like trying to go home again after 20 years, much will have changed but your expectations will not have. Yet we cling to these thoughts and are disheartened when they do not match the reality. Dwelling in the past will only hold you back. Fond memories are just that, memories.
Be in the present, look to the future, savor what is put before you. The potato pancake put before me today was very good. The platter that followed was so enticing that I forgot to take a picture of it.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
No Pain, No Gain
It's been an interesting day, but I've been in slow motion. Distracted by low grade pain, trying to concentrate on a task is nearly impossible. Forget trying to learn something new, my retention rate would be zip, zero, and zilch! Why is that in order to get better sometimes we have to feel worse? The possibility of feeling worse for the next six weeks is not something I'm looking forward to. Doing the simple things in life are quite the challenge for me right now.
Perhaps it’s a good time for reflection? We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
My youngest son had quite a day, his first trip driving on the interstate highways. It was his first time changing lanes, driving at high speed and with traffic and lights flashed on the side of our faces as we passed a State trooper about to pull out into the high speed lane. With sweaty palms and a tight grip on the wheel, he got us safely to our destination. We were both a bit stressed (not good for my back). I was quite impressed with his abilities.
It's been an interesting day, but I've been in slow motion. Distracted by low grade pain, trying to concentrate on a task is nearly impossible. Forget trying to learn something new, my retention rate would be zip, zero, and zilch! Why is that in order to get better sometimes we have to feel worse? The possibility of feeling worse for the next six weeks is not something I'm looking forward to. Doing the simple things in life are quite the challenge for me right now.
Perhaps it’s a good time for reflection? We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
My youngest son had quite a day, his first trip driving on the interstate highways. It was his first time changing lanes, driving at high speed and with traffic and lights flashed on the side of our faces as we passed a State trooper about to pull out into the high speed lane. With sweaty palms and a tight grip on the wheel, he got us safely to our destination. We were both a bit stressed (not good for my back). I was quite impressed with his abilities.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
We're off to the hospital
Ok he's 17, and what is coming out are three primary teeth. So what are we going to the hospital for, he is a high risk patient and the teeth are breaking down, increasing his risk for infection. Due to the fact that he needs to be put under and he has had heart surgery, the oral surgeon doesn't want to take a chance. I can't say that I blame him. There will be less trauma and stress for everyone concerned. I'll just have to deal with the post-op as usual. That's no biggie.
Things are being set-up, hopefully I'll hear about the expense and timeline soon. I hope all this will be over with before the New Year.
Ok he's 17, and what is coming out are three primary teeth. So what are we going to the hospital for, he is a high risk patient and the teeth are breaking down, increasing his risk for infection. Due to the fact that he needs to be put under and he has had heart surgery, the oral surgeon doesn't want to take a chance. I can't say that I blame him. There will be less trauma and stress for everyone concerned. I'll just have to deal with the post-op as usual. That's no biggie.
Things are being set-up, hopefully I'll hear about the expense and timeline soon. I hope all this will be over with before the New Year.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
election day
Its 10 degrees cooler, the sun is shining, perfect for Election Day. It was surprising to see a long line for just a local election. I surmised that the high turnout was due to people being unhappy with the way things are. The choices are rather disappointing, however I'm not will to step up and get involved in getting myself elected.
The candidates huddle outside near the 75 foot sign that they must stay away from the voting area. Spying a candidate for re-election to the Board of Education, I start venting my concerns about the fact that Latin was removed at the high school. Are we lowering our expectations? Teaching to tests, instead of teaching skills? Our school had a reputation for high achievement of the National Latin exam; great PR for our high school. Now all that is lost, including the Latin teacher. This is progress?
Its 10 degrees cooler, the sun is shining, perfect for Election Day. It was surprising to see a long line for just a local election. I surmised that the high turnout was due to people being unhappy with the way things are. The choices are rather disappointing, however I'm not will to step up and get involved in getting myself elected.
The candidates huddle outside near the 75 foot sign that they must stay away from the voting area. Spying a candidate for re-election to the Board of Education, I start venting my concerns about the fact that Latin was removed at the high school. Are we lowering our expectations? Teaching to tests, instead of teaching skills? Our school had a reputation for high achievement of the National Latin exam; great PR for our high school. Now all that is lost, including the Latin teacher. This is progress?
Monday, November 07, 2005
Once again it's 4 a.m.
I wake to the lights on and a bustling house. My husband is getting ready for work, my youngest is stuffy and says he has a sore throat. I play nurse and semi-retired husband leaves for work. Ah, peace is restored, but it’s too late, I’m now awake.
At least my body isn’t rebelling from yesterday’s yard work. I did soak my feet in a nice rosemary foot bath, before my middle son’s weekly grooming session. Although he is 17, developmentally he is age 4 or 5. Thankfully he is getting more independent, but still needs someone to check him out. He does so well with routine and is more dependable that your typical teen.
I cannot help worrying about him. What will happen when I’m not there to clip his nails and tend to his needs? Getting things set up for when he is out of school is both exciting and terrifying. But it is goal we are going for, for him to be as independent as he can. I cannot hold him back, he has grown. In my heart letting go of him will be very difficult.
Soon the house will be a buzz with my guys getting ready for school. Later today I will be longing for my pillow.
I wake to the lights on and a bustling house. My husband is getting ready for work, my youngest is stuffy and says he has a sore throat. I play nurse and semi-retired husband leaves for work. Ah, peace is restored, but it’s too late, I’m now awake.
At least my body isn’t rebelling from yesterday’s yard work. I did soak my feet in a nice rosemary foot bath, before my middle son’s weekly grooming session. Although he is 17, developmentally he is age 4 or 5. Thankfully he is getting more independent, but still needs someone to check him out. He does so well with routine and is more dependable that your typical teen.
I cannot help worrying about him. What will happen when I’m not there to clip his nails and tend to his needs? Getting things set up for when he is out of school is both exciting and terrifying. But it is goal we are going for, for him to be as independent as he can. I cannot hold him back, he has grown. In my heart letting go of him will be very difficult.
Soon the house will be a buzz with my guys getting ready for school. Later today I will be longing for my pillow.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Another Beautiful Day
The day started off foggy, then the sun finally shone. It was good to be out in the sunshine. It was in the 70's again and the rain held off until after dark. Prepping the yard for winter is almost done. Just a few more things but warm weather isn't needed. Then all that will be left to do is rake the leaves and get the snow shovels out. At least I can go out and enjoy the seeing work that has been done and what color is left.
A beautiful valley view
I wish I could say the same about the house being ready for winter. Why is it that it seems the more that is done, there is still more to do?
The day started off foggy, then the sun finally shone. It was good to be out in the sunshine. It was in the 70's again and the rain held off until after dark. Prepping the yard for winter is almost done. Just a few more things but warm weather isn't needed. Then all that will be left to do is rake the leaves and get the snow shovels out. At least I can go out and enjoy the seeing work that has been done and what color is left.
A beautiful valley view
I wish I could say the same about the house being ready for winter. Why is it that it seems the more that is done, there is still more to do?
Saturday, November 05, 2005
INDIAN SUMMER - Only 46 days until Winter
The garden is gone. Time for clean up and get ready for winter. Leaf piles are appearing at curbside. Walks are hazardous, as you are likely to be pelted with acorns. Thankfully the weather was warm today, temps in the low 70's, so we can take out the hose and clean off the outdoor chairs and tables.
Take advantage of the warmth while we can, for who knows what this winter will bring. I haven't seen any woolly bear caterpillars yet, and I question their reliability in predicting winter.
"Both the Old Farmer's Almanac, Dublin, N.H., and the Farmer's Almanac, Lewiston, Maine, agree that this winter will be a time for bundling up and manning the snow shovels. However, the predictions made by both almanacs are a bit more ominous."
"....another hard winter for New England, a "polar coaster" that starts out warmer but plunges into cold."
"Temperatures will be relatively mild in November, the first half of January, and February, but colder than normal in December and exceptionally cold in the second half of January."
"Snowfall will be much greater than normal"
"biggest snowfalls will be in early December and the second half of January"
Ye gad! Not that I put much stock in these predictions, winter usually does bring cold temps and snow here. It appears that sweaters, hoodies or anything to keep warm, would make excellent Christmas gifts this year.
The garden is gone. Time for clean up and get ready for winter. Leaf piles are appearing at curbside. Walks are hazardous, as you are likely to be pelted with acorns. Thankfully the weather was warm today, temps in the low 70's, so we can take out the hose and clean off the outdoor chairs and tables.
Take advantage of the warmth while we can, for who knows what this winter will bring. I haven't seen any woolly bear caterpillars yet, and I question their reliability in predicting winter.
"Both the Old Farmer's Almanac, Dublin, N.H., and the Farmer's Almanac, Lewiston, Maine, agree that this winter will be a time for bundling up and manning the snow shovels. However, the predictions made by both almanacs are a bit more ominous."
"....another hard winter for New England, a "polar coaster" that starts out warmer but plunges into cold."
"Temperatures will be relatively mild in November, the first half of January, and February, but colder than normal in December and exceptionally cold in the second half of January."
"Snowfall will be much greater than normal"
"biggest snowfalls will be in early December and the second half of January"
Ye gad! Not that I put much stock in these predictions, winter usually does bring cold temps and snow here. It appears that sweaters, hoodies or anything to keep warm, would make excellent Christmas gifts this year.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Seasons Change
It's 4 a.m.! What am I doing up at this ungodly hour? I check AIM to see if any of my friend's have been affected the same way this morning. No, I alone have arisen this early today. There is a peace at this hour. The house is still with the rhythmic breathing of sleep, while I sit by the glow of the screen.
Life is changing. The children are getting older, more independent. Soon the will be gone and my role is changing. I've had a preview. My youngest is a junior in high school. My precious first born is in his senior year in college.The children are almost grown. My husband is semi-retired. My vision, body and role in life are changing. Resisting these changes is not an option. Time will march on, it cannot be stopped.
I'd like to hang on the way some things are. The past has fit like a glove. There is comfort in the familiar and roots. Today, I attempt to make Leniwe Golabki* (though cabbage and I are not friends, a story for another time) to invoke the warm fuzzies.
But I also welcome the chance to change. It's an opportunity to reinvent myself; try new recipes and foods, develop a new lifestyle and blend the old with the new. Looking forward to the new balance.
*lazy cabbage rolls
It's 4 a.m.! What am I doing up at this ungodly hour? I check AIM to see if any of my friend's have been affected the same way this morning. No, I alone have arisen this early today. There is a peace at this hour. The house is still with the rhythmic breathing of sleep, while I sit by the glow of the screen.
Life is changing. The children are getting older, more independent. Soon the will be gone and my role is changing. I've had a preview. My youngest is a junior in high school. My precious first born is in his senior year in college.The children are almost grown. My husband is semi-retired. My vision, body and role in life are changing. Resisting these changes is not an option. Time will march on, it cannot be stopped.
I'd like to hang on the way some things are. The past has fit like a glove. There is comfort in the familiar and roots. Today, I attempt to make Leniwe Golabki* (though cabbage and I are not friends, a story for another time) to invoke the warm fuzzies.
But I also welcome the chance to change. It's an opportunity to reinvent myself; try new recipes and foods, develop a new lifestyle and blend the old with the new. Looking forward to the new balance.
*lazy cabbage rolls
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Life imitates Nature
Finally peak leaf color has reached us here in the valley. the leaves are starting to hit the ground. The season was delayed this year, I bet the tourists were disappointed. I count my blessings that all I have to do is look outside or run some errands to enjoy what nature has bestowed upon us.
Unfortunately, there also comes some chores. My lawn now looks like this...
The end of the year is drawing near, there are so many things that must be attended to; holidays are coming, things yet to do before the end of the tax year and start thinking of what needs to be prepped for next year. Right now my mind is like the lawn. At least it's colorful.
Finally peak leaf color has reached us here in the valley. the leaves are starting to hit the ground. The season was delayed this year, I bet the tourists were disappointed. I count my blessings that all I have to do is look outside or run some errands to enjoy what nature has bestowed upon us.
Unfortunately, there also comes some chores. My lawn now looks like this...
The end of the year is drawing near, there are so many things that must be attended to; holidays are coming, things yet to do before the end of the tax year and start thinking of what needs to be prepped for next year. Right now my mind is like the lawn. At least it's colorful.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Look Ma! No Cavities!
Before the cleaning, he needed to shave off the stubble. I reminded him that he is a big boy and needs to act like one. He was better than he has been. I was extremely impressed that he stayed still for the panoramic x-rays. This time bribes were not offered.
Although there were no cavities, a trip to the oral surgeon is needed. No, it is not for wisdom teeth, he doesn't have any. (That is good news.) Three primary teeth need to be removed. Hopefully, his teeth may move into position or he may need some othro work in the future.
Before the cleaning, he needed to shave off the stubble. I reminded him that he is a big boy and needs to act like one. He was better than he has been. I was extremely impressed that he stayed still for the panoramic x-rays. This time bribes were not offered.
Although there were no cavities, a trip to the oral surgeon is needed. No, it is not for wisdom teeth, he doesn't have any. (That is good news.) Three primary teeth need to be removed. Hopefully, his teeth may move into position or he may need some othro work in the future.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Horse's Ass
The events around Halloween have made me spend most of my day thinking about actions and resulting effects. Individual's that do foolish things one night, may live to regret their actions. One bit of priceless info that I learned is not to touch a police horse, as it is a felony. I can see it now...
Scene: Job interview
HR: Have you ever been arrested?
Applicant: Yes.
HR: What were you arrested for?
Applicant: Patting a horse's ass.
Lack of good judgment, ignorance of the law, being under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, all of these can have an adverse impact on your life and the life of others. We all have probably known a few people that could qualify as being a horse's ass. ( I won't list my candidates.)
The horse could have probably cared less that you had patted its posterior.
The events around Halloween have made me spend most of my day thinking about actions and resulting effects. Individual's that do foolish things one night, may live to regret their actions. One bit of priceless info that I learned is not to touch a police horse, as it is a felony. I can see it now...
Scene: Job interview
HR: Have you ever been arrested?
Applicant: Yes.
HR: What were you arrested for?
Applicant: Patting a horse's ass.
Lack of good judgment, ignorance of the law, being under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, all of these can have an adverse impact on your life and the life of others. We all have probably known a few people that could qualify as being a horse's ass. ( I won't list my candidates.)
The horse could have probably cared less that you had patted its posterior.
