With Valentine's Day coming up I thought I would write about Love and Marriage and Tolerance. These all go together well at least in my mind. It goes way back to a day that I was irritated with Brian and he kept saying I love you. And at that moment I was mad. I said, "I tolerate you." Then he was madder. Well I went on to explain the meaning of tolerate. Merriam-Webster says, to allow (something that is bad or unpleasant) to happen, exist or be done. or to accept the feelings or beliefs or another. Which is similar to what I told Brian that day. I said, "you know before me you had other girlfriends and I assume that they all said they love you right?" He agreed but still not happy. I said then why are they not still here? Because they didn't tolerate you. See you can love something or someone and it will get you by for a while but if you do not tolerate all they are inside and out then you will not last forever. And I tolerate you. Forever.
Well that was not the end of that day but it was forever ingrained in both of us that we have to be able to put up with the things that irritate the crap out of us that the other does. It is the same for any relationship. Brothers, and sisters, moms and dads and even friends. Everyone has a childhood friend that something happened somewhere along the way and you could no longer tolerate their behavior or they yours and poof. No more friendship. Same with families that no longer speak. So my determination is that if you want a relationship to last yes love is nice but the key is tolerate the other person till death do us part. I know that no one is going to change their vows to include tolerate but I think it is the most important one.
Had a dear friend from middle school until we were into are 20's she was bitchy and bossy and always wanted to be in charge and that was ok. She slept with my boyfriend of 7 years. Couldn't tolerate that end of friendship. End of boyfriend too. Couldn't tolerate his behavior any longer either.
This is the sort of action that some would tolerate. Some would say I can get past it but I believe that is the seed that starts the process of no longer loving the person. In my case seed planted and grew to maturity in about 3.2 seconds that day for them both.
On a side note for tolerance. I think the world could use a lot more of it. Sometimes that thing that irritates you about someone else is something inside of you that you do not like either. So if everyone would try to be more tolerant of the people around them the world could be a much better place.
And for those of you considering marriage keep in mind that thing that they do that bothers you. You know everyone does something that you were like wow. Now if I didn't love you that could be a deal breaker. Well consider how much that thing irritates you that they do and consider that they may do that thing everyday for the rest of your life. And if you can tolerate it than you should be good to go.
So this Valentine's day when you are expressing your love with a sappy card and some candy or flowers remember that the thing that keeps you together is not that you love each other. It is that you tolerate each other. Forever.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Before the Sun comes up
Ok. So if you remember back I had a funny post I called before the hot water runs out. It was an attempt at me explaining to you how my brain that never turns off and goes off on strange jaunts.
Well tonight or this morning. It is 4:34 in the morning. Dark and cold. I woke up had to go to the bathroom and needed a drink of water. I laid back down an hour ago and it started. Just a little thought that today I am going to go to the Plumb House with my nephew. He really likes history and is my best hope at being the keeper of the family things that I am going to pass all these family things on to. For those of you that don't know the Plumb House is where the Clearwater Historical Society is housed. It is an old wood frame house with a wrap around porch the kind that would have been here 100 years ago when Clearwater wasn't even a dot on the map. The Plumb House was moved to it's present location in 1983 (had to look it up). I was in high school then. I am going to pause here and regroup but this year in Clearwater's 100 year celebration I am going to do a post on the Plumb House.
See I have already digressed from my original thoughts. Stay focused Jeanne if you want to go back to sleep before the sun comes up. So as I thought about the Plumb House it made me think that I love that the Historical Society is going to start using South Ward Elementary School along with the local Genealogy Society. I love this because so much of our history in this area is torn down and turned into condos or some high rise hotel that I can not afford to stay in. All of which is ironic to me because the reason people originally came here was the sun, the sand or the water. You can't beat the weather here. Well not this week's weather but most of the time, this time of year the weather is mild and the mosquito's have taken a break from biting us and we can all get out and enjoy the sun and the sand and the water.
Which all that makes me think of North Ward Elementary School. My Alma mater. The only elementary school in the area that had a alumni association. Well just like South Ward has been sitting empty for the last few years and for fear of the way things go around here I worry that it will to fall to the ground in the name of progress. Oh I have to stop for a second. The Belleview Biltmore Hotel (the largest all wood structure of it's time). Another local landmark, doing what. Yes. Sitting empty waiting for someone to tear it down and build condo's. Please. I am never going back to sleep. Another night another post.
So back to North Ward. I have an idea and tonight it will not give way to sleep. I feel like this is one of those idea's that I cannot let go of. Drum roll please... So my great idea. The North Ward Art Center. See Clearwater wants to be quaint like Dunedin but can not find a way to bring business to downtown. Why not well Scientology of course. It is the first thing that comes to any one's mind when they think of downtown Clearwater. Now developers with lofty ideas have done great things like torn down the old Calvary Baptist Church and oh yeah, built a condo. Can't say how tall it is but it is big and I remember driving across the bridge coming home from the beach and seeing that one light on. Yeah that was the one guy living in this huge building for the sake of progress. That one guy that was going to bring business back to downtown. Well there was a little real estate bust but come on people the price can only go so high before reality sets in and there are no more people that can afford 1 million dollar view. See again I have gotten off course.
So The North Ward Art Center. In my vision it is a place where people can rent and use the classroom's as art studio space. The auditorium can be a meeting space or a place for a art class. Where the cafeteria can become a a cafe with a few tables out of the front lawn. A front lawn that was a patch of sand when I went there. White sand with shells. My mom was the president of the PTA that found a way to put grass in. She also brought back the May Pole dance and got some of the alumni interested in coming back and sharing their history with the kids. A few of my favorite stories from some of the old timers was that there were kids that used to come to school without shoes and others that came by boat from the beach. Wow that way beats the bus that I rode. But if I had been in a boat on the way to school well I can definitely see days that are as I like to call them "Nice Days" (days just too good for work or school). Days that well as I have always said if I were Queen or Governor or at this point Mayor. I would declare those few days a year like a snow day for those northerners to be "Nice Days". If you live here you know the ones. They fall on a Monday or a Wednesday cause that is the way the weather works. And the weather is so nice that it is just not right to have to go inside and work. A day that you can go out and do anything which is better than being inside. I digress again. I am never going back to bed.
Speaking of the front lawn maybe a Tai Chi class on Saturday morning or Yoga in the evening. Maybe the old library could become an art library and the new building could be a darkroom and photo studio. The front class that has big window's I see as a dance class or music class something that can be enjoyed and seen as people go by. A place that people want to go in a place people have been moving away from. A place that shows the historic beauty of the area. I can remember in my class upstairs that we could open the big windows in the fall and spring and the breeze blew in off the bay, oh it had to because there was no air condition. And in the winter we were warmed by radiators. Hardwood floors that echoed footsteps of students for nearly 90 years. That should again echo footsteps of people. Students could come on a field trip and learn history and art and natural beauty all in one space. They could learn that sometimes it is better to preserve and protect what is old than it is to tear it down.
I paused my writing of this post so I could searched to see what year it was the last time I was there. I found an article written in August of 2009 in the St. Pete Times. that said the school closed on June 2nd 2009. So that was it. I was there that day. I had to go. It was one of those things that my mind would not let go. So I went I walked the halls I took some pictures. I held the hand rail of the banister on the stairs that 1000's of other kids held on their first or their last and everyday in between on the way to their class. I walked across the metal bridge that connected the two sides of the upstairs classes together. The bridge that kids would stomp across to hear their own foot steps. If you stand there now I am sure you can still hear those footsteps echo across that bridge. Back to a time when the halls were filled with kids and laughter. Back to a time where Miss Davis would not threaten to call your parents if you were a neighborhood kid misbehaving but she would call your Grandmother. A place where Mrs. Delare was my teacher and Mrs. Bond taught music and Mr. Yanotovich taught band to 2 students. Yes me and one other person were the band class when I was there. The teacher's lounge area had white wicker furniture. I went to 3 elementary schools because of zoning and moving to the beach but the other 2 were newer schools and built of concrete and had no wooden banister and no metal bridge yet bigger so still viable for school children. Don't get that.
I put a link to that article I looked at to see the year the school closed. Ironic because I had already written about the foot steps echoing the halls before I looked at it and I had already written about the view from my class and the banister in the hall before I saw that there are pictures of those very things. Those very things that need to be protected and saved and used. That banister was meant for you to grasp on your way to learn something new. I think it can be used again. I think these classroom's have been waiting for this idea. For this time. For this 100 year anniversary of the city and the school.
Goodnight
5:44AM Going to go back to bed now.
Well tonight or this morning. It is 4:34 in the morning. Dark and cold. I woke up had to go to the bathroom and needed a drink of water. I laid back down an hour ago and it started. Just a little thought that today I am going to go to the Plumb House with my nephew. He really likes history and is my best hope at being the keeper of the family things that I am going to pass all these family things on to. For those of you that don't know the Plumb House is where the Clearwater Historical Society is housed. It is an old wood frame house with a wrap around porch the kind that would have been here 100 years ago when Clearwater wasn't even a dot on the map. The Plumb House was moved to it's present location in 1983 (had to look it up). I was in high school then. I am going to pause here and regroup but this year in Clearwater's 100 year celebration I am going to do a post on the Plumb House.
See I have already digressed from my original thoughts. Stay focused Jeanne if you want to go back to sleep before the sun comes up. So as I thought about the Plumb House it made me think that I love that the Historical Society is going to start using South Ward Elementary School along with the local Genealogy Society. I love this because so much of our history in this area is torn down and turned into condos or some high rise hotel that I can not afford to stay in. All of which is ironic to me because the reason people originally came here was the sun, the sand or the water. You can't beat the weather here. Well not this week's weather but most of the time, this time of year the weather is mild and the mosquito's have taken a break from biting us and we can all get out and enjoy the sun and the sand and the water.
Which all that makes me think of North Ward Elementary School. My Alma mater. The only elementary school in the area that had a alumni association. Well just like South Ward has been sitting empty for the last few years and for fear of the way things go around here I worry that it will to fall to the ground in the name of progress. Oh I have to stop for a second. The Belleview Biltmore Hotel (the largest all wood structure of it's time). Another local landmark, doing what. Yes. Sitting empty waiting for someone to tear it down and build condo's. Please. I am never going back to sleep. Another night another post.
So back to North Ward. I have an idea and tonight it will not give way to sleep. I feel like this is one of those idea's that I cannot let go of. Drum roll please... So my great idea. The North Ward Art Center. See Clearwater wants to be quaint like Dunedin but can not find a way to bring business to downtown. Why not well Scientology of course. It is the first thing that comes to any one's mind when they think of downtown Clearwater. Now developers with lofty ideas have done great things like torn down the old Calvary Baptist Church and oh yeah, built a condo. Can't say how tall it is but it is big and I remember driving across the bridge coming home from the beach and seeing that one light on. Yeah that was the one guy living in this huge building for the sake of progress. That one guy that was going to bring business back to downtown. Well there was a little real estate bust but come on people the price can only go so high before reality sets in and there are no more people that can afford 1 million dollar view. See again I have gotten off course.
So The North Ward Art Center. In my vision it is a place where people can rent and use the classroom's as art studio space. The auditorium can be a meeting space or a place for a art class. Where the cafeteria can become a a cafe with a few tables out of the front lawn. A front lawn that was a patch of sand when I went there. White sand with shells. My mom was the president of the PTA that found a way to put grass in. She also brought back the May Pole dance and got some of the alumni interested in coming back and sharing their history with the kids. A few of my favorite stories from some of the old timers was that there were kids that used to come to school without shoes and others that came by boat from the beach. Wow that way beats the bus that I rode. But if I had been in a boat on the way to school well I can definitely see days that are as I like to call them "Nice Days" (days just too good for work or school). Days that well as I have always said if I were Queen or Governor or at this point Mayor. I would declare those few days a year like a snow day for those northerners to be "Nice Days". If you live here you know the ones. They fall on a Monday or a Wednesday cause that is the way the weather works. And the weather is so nice that it is just not right to have to go inside and work. A day that you can go out and do anything which is better than being inside. I digress again. I am never going back to bed.
Speaking of the front lawn maybe a Tai Chi class on Saturday morning or Yoga in the evening. Maybe the old library could become an art library and the new building could be a darkroom and photo studio. The front class that has big window's I see as a dance class or music class something that can be enjoyed and seen as people go by. A place that people want to go in a place people have been moving away from. A place that shows the historic beauty of the area. I can remember in my class upstairs that we could open the big windows in the fall and spring and the breeze blew in off the bay, oh it had to because there was no air condition. And in the winter we were warmed by radiators. Hardwood floors that echoed footsteps of students for nearly 90 years. That should again echo footsteps of people. Students could come on a field trip and learn history and art and natural beauty all in one space. They could learn that sometimes it is better to preserve and protect what is old than it is to tear it down.
I paused my writing of this post so I could searched to see what year it was the last time I was there. I found an article written in August of 2009 in the St. Pete Times. that said the school closed on June 2nd 2009. So that was it. I was there that day. I had to go. It was one of those things that my mind would not let go. So I went I walked the halls I took some pictures. I held the hand rail of the banister on the stairs that 1000's of other kids held on their first or their last and everyday in between on the way to their class. I walked across the metal bridge that connected the two sides of the upstairs classes together. The bridge that kids would stomp across to hear their own foot steps. If you stand there now I am sure you can still hear those footsteps echo across that bridge. Back to a time when the halls were filled with kids and laughter. Back to a time where Miss Davis would not threaten to call your parents if you were a neighborhood kid misbehaving but she would call your Grandmother. A place where Mrs. Delare was my teacher and Mrs. Bond taught music and Mr. Yanotovich taught band to 2 students. Yes me and one other person were the band class when I was there. The teacher's lounge area had white wicker furniture. I went to 3 elementary schools because of zoning and moving to the beach but the other 2 were newer schools and built of concrete and had no wooden banister and no metal bridge yet bigger so still viable for school children. Don't get that.
I put a link to that article I looked at to see the year the school closed. Ironic because I had already written about the foot steps echoing the halls before I looked at it and I had already written about the view from my class and the banister in the hall before I saw that there are pictures of those very things. Those very things that need to be protected and saved and used. That banister was meant for you to grasp on your way to learn something new. I think it can be used again. I think these classroom's have been waiting for this idea. For this time. For this 100 year anniversary of the city and the school.
Goodnight
5:44AM Going to go back to bed now.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
New Year New Things
So. Out with the old and in with the new. I feel much better today than I did last week this time. I have set some goals and they say if you tell others you are more likely to keep them. Well I also read it is easier to do multiple things once you start the first.
I am starting with a short list of things I want to do this year.
Write more.
Cry less.
Exercise more.
Eat better.
Like I said short list. So I have started off with writing more. I wrote a blog on the 3rd and here it is only the 8th and writing again. Good start. Right direction. Cry less. Talked to someone yesterday about that. And am feeling in a much more positive mood since I woke up yesterday. This does not change over night. Come on I may be depressed at times but I am not manic. I know people that are and wow. Their mood swings will knock you over. So again baby steps. I want to do more things but I always seem to never have time. Don't know if it is the fact we are on the up swing of winter. The days are now getting longer. I know it has only been a few weeks since but more sunlight is better for me than the darkness. Get it sunshine and shadows. I need more light and less dark. So again. I feel like I am moving forward.
On the exercise and eat better front. I walk at work. Usually it is a lap and a half around the building that I work in on my 15 minute breaks. I don't like to walk when it is dark so I have only been walking once and if the weather isn't good. I don't walk but yesterday it was nice out and I walked 2 and a half times around the building and still had time to spare and wasn't out of breath and felt pretty good when I was done. I also bought myself a new exercise game for the wii and am looking forward to trying it out tomorrow when I am off. Don't like to exercise with an audience. Which brings me to my whole new year new me plan. We just had a shift bid at work and I have the same days off but will be going into work an hour later 4 days a week. So I will have one hour 4 days a week to myself before work. The plan is for that to be me time. Turn off the tv and do what I want to do before I have to leave for work. Exercise, write and cook.
Now as for the eating better. I have been doing baby steps for a long time but my body doesn't seem to care what I cut out. You know quite a while back I cut out soda. I now have about one soda a week. Sometimes not even that. I drink unsweet tea with lemon please. The lemon is for my throat. I talk a lot at work and like the soothing lemon in my tea. So then I cut out fries. If I eat fast food I will just get a sandwich and a drink. Tea. Then I decided I could cut out the bread sometimes and just get chicken nuggets at Chick-fil-a but I am getting sick of them and the calorie difference isn't that much. So I must do something else. I do like real food and I do like to cook but when you get up at 10 and have to be at work at 12:30 and have no ambition. Well it isn't often that I have gotten up in the last year and cooked something before work. I have put a few things in the crock pot but with Brian's picky taste and no veggies for him it is hard to come up with things to make that are different. But I am going to try to make vegetable and eat them more.
Speaking of vegetables, yesterday I was told my weepiness is in part due to my body not producing enough serotonin. And I looked online very carefully for foods that help your body produce more. Funny first thing was spinach. I find it funny because all my life I have been anemic and it wasn't until 3 years ago I had a blood transfusion and a procedure to help with that and I am much better on that front. The funny part people say eat red meat to help with anemia but I always ate spinach to try to help because anything beats an iron pill. Trust me on that one. But the symptoms of anemia and depression well I know they are not the same but the same things are on the list so when I was already tired and rundown from my anemia and then you add a little depression for good measure. I never had the energy to do anything. So just one more ironic (get it iron-ic) thing for me to improve on this year.
My hour of writing is up and that was one of the goals to make it so I could do something productive in an hour and get on with my day. I really wanted to write today about history and Florida and that Clearwater turns 100 years old this year. Guess I will save that for another day.
Have a great day and Happy New Year.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Old demons and New Year
I started this blog a while back but after yesterday I feel like I can finish because as everything is a cycle and I was in that same place again. If you go back before the days at Brighthouse before I was unemployed for a year. Before that I worked and worried a lot. Today I enjoy my job and the people around me but every now and then those old worries come back. I feel a pain or a cramp and it will manifest into panic. I used to look up what the pain was online. Almost all things could kill you just Google it. So no more self diagnosis.
So yesterday I was out of one of my prescriptions I knew it was ready at the store and I took the one at home and then drove to the store to pick up the other. I even bought a bottle of water to take it as soon as I got it. Then I opened the bottle and the pill looked different. Was it wrong? I called Brian at home knowing my old bottle was sitting on the counter in the bathroom. Just to verify it was the same. It was. But I still have the feeling something is not right. But it is, but it isn't. See how can I know something is right and still think something is wrong. Is my blood pressure to high. Was that the right pill?
So I spent the afternoon with my nephew. He played video games and after a while I was feeling better. We watched a movie and all was good. While he was here I got a call from the dr about another prescription I was getting refilled and they asked about my blood pressure. I said it has been good. But now that they are asking now I am wondering again. Is it to high. I can't take it. I would worry myself sick. So now I wonder am I ok or not. My sister picked up her son and now the time when I am totally free to do whatever I want. Before I could even think of doing anything. I was worrying that my blood pressure was too high. My face was getting hot. What is wrong?
Panic...If you do not know the feeling it is kinda like a prickly feeling all over your body after that first rush of adrenaline. I think the initial rush is like fight or flight. Some sort of defense to something that isn't even there. Because no matter what it is that starts the panic it is a process and takes time to come back down to defcon 5. (If you are not aware that is the Defense Condition measured between 1 and 5 and 5 is normal military readiness and 1 is the maximum state of readiness.) Learn something new everyday. I knew the term but did not know the definition until now.
The main thing I have to do is not think. But once the thoughts are going through my head it is really hard to get back to the normal, calm, quiet mind most people consider normal. But I couldn't get there on my own. I have a couple fool proof cures for this feeling. Guess what they are not pills. They are people.
See being alone is more difficult than being with others. With others or at work I can focus on anything else other than the thing that is trying to debilitate me. So last night I did my sure thing. I called a friend. I don't want to start right off with we need to talk about anything because I am crazy. Of course I have been reassured more than once that I am not but how can your brain know you are ok and at the same time worry that you are not.
To me it is like being on a ledge. Not a ledge I am going to jump from but one I am hanging on to. If I let go I don't know what will happen and that is what I worry about. What could happen? Trust me the list could be long but just like when you google what is wrong with you it always has and then you could die.
Yes that is unrealistic but when my head is in this spot it is hard for me to get out. If I hadn't called in the prescription the dr office wouldn't have called no panic. If I had picked up the pills yesterday and taken them together as normal no panic. Could something else had caused the panic? Sure. There is always the potential for something else but my health is the worst. So I have a little plan worked out that I am going to start doing a few things for myself and exercising more. It is going to be a regular thing and I am going to add writing back into being a regular thing. I know as the new year begins things will be good.
I want to thank the friends that talk to me in this state. There are only a few I trust with this fragile Jeanne. The wrong thing said can make it worse. But the best thing is just to talk about nothing. Sometimes 5 minutes is good sometimes an hour. But when I am back to feeling better it is such a weight lifted. Talking about things from years ago. Things that we have done. Things we want to do. Anything really as long as it is not about me and how I am feeling now. I sometimes wish I understood what it is and how it works as it happens. I am getting better at the process and making the feeling go away. A baby aspirin and a good nights sleep helps as well.
So to a Happy and Mentally Healthy New Year.
So yesterday I was out of one of my prescriptions I knew it was ready at the store and I took the one at home and then drove to the store to pick up the other. I even bought a bottle of water to take it as soon as I got it. Then I opened the bottle and the pill looked different. Was it wrong? I called Brian at home knowing my old bottle was sitting on the counter in the bathroom. Just to verify it was the same. It was. But I still have the feeling something is not right. But it is, but it isn't. See how can I know something is right and still think something is wrong. Is my blood pressure to high. Was that the right pill?
So I spent the afternoon with my nephew. He played video games and after a while I was feeling better. We watched a movie and all was good. While he was here I got a call from the dr about another prescription I was getting refilled and they asked about my blood pressure. I said it has been good. But now that they are asking now I am wondering again. Is it to high. I can't take it. I would worry myself sick. So now I wonder am I ok or not. My sister picked up her son and now the time when I am totally free to do whatever I want. Before I could even think of doing anything. I was worrying that my blood pressure was too high. My face was getting hot. What is wrong?
Panic...If you do not know the feeling it is kinda like a prickly feeling all over your body after that first rush of adrenaline. I think the initial rush is like fight or flight. Some sort of defense to something that isn't even there. Because no matter what it is that starts the panic it is a process and takes time to come back down to defcon 5. (If you are not aware that is the Defense Condition measured between 1 and 5 and 5 is normal military readiness and 1 is the maximum state of readiness.) Learn something new everyday. I knew the term but did not know the definition until now.
The main thing I have to do is not think. But once the thoughts are going through my head it is really hard to get back to the normal, calm, quiet mind most people consider normal. But I couldn't get there on my own. I have a couple fool proof cures for this feeling. Guess what they are not pills. They are people.
See being alone is more difficult than being with others. With others or at work I can focus on anything else other than the thing that is trying to debilitate me. So last night I did my sure thing. I called a friend. I don't want to start right off with we need to talk about anything because I am crazy. Of course I have been reassured more than once that I am not but how can your brain know you are ok and at the same time worry that you are not.
To me it is like being on a ledge. Not a ledge I am going to jump from but one I am hanging on to. If I let go I don't know what will happen and that is what I worry about. What could happen? Trust me the list could be long but just like when you google what is wrong with you it always has and then you could die.
Yes that is unrealistic but when my head is in this spot it is hard for me to get out. If I hadn't called in the prescription the dr office wouldn't have called no panic. If I had picked up the pills yesterday and taken them together as normal no panic. Could something else had caused the panic? Sure. There is always the potential for something else but my health is the worst. So I have a little plan worked out that I am going to start doing a few things for myself and exercising more. It is going to be a regular thing and I am going to add writing back into being a regular thing. I know as the new year begins things will be good.
I want to thank the friends that talk to me in this state. There are only a few I trust with this fragile Jeanne. The wrong thing said can make it worse. But the best thing is just to talk about nothing. Sometimes 5 minutes is good sometimes an hour. But when I am back to feeling better it is such a weight lifted. Talking about things from years ago. Things that we have done. Things we want to do. Anything really as long as it is not about me and how I am feeling now. I sometimes wish I understood what it is and how it works as it happens. I am getting better at the process and making the feeling go away. A baby aspirin and a good nights sleep helps as well.
So to a Happy and Mentally Healthy New Year.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
My Christmas Special
So it is almost Christmas Eve. It is 11:26pm on the 23rd. I am home alone because as any of you know that have ever worked retail Brian is working until midnight for those that need Scotch tape or just some Scotch. Only kidding. Walgreens doesn't sell liquor anymore but you get the idea. So here I am alone. Watched Kelly Clarkson's Christmas special from last year. As soon as I saw Robin Williams it made me remember he is gone. As I said in my post earlier this week I am overwhelmed by the Holidays. Everything seems to be an emotional roller coaster for me. Work, home, in the car. Everything seems to make me want to cry. And as I have said before not all are tears of sadness but tears none the less. This time of year has always been hard for me. When I was younger I would say I didn't like Christmas but that isn't true I just don't like the feelings that come with Christmas.
Christmas has always been a time of change in my life. I moved out on Christmas in 1991. The same year my grandmother died. And her funeral was on Christmas Eve. Can't really say I moved out that day. I just stopped going home. Well a year later on Christmas my roommate and I moved into a house on the beach that my other grandmother owned. And just to follow the pattern in 2003 Brian and I bought our house we live in today and closed the day after Christmas. Now moving has nothing to do with me liking or disliking or feeling sad around the holidays.
I remember that Christmas in 1991. My friend that I moved in with well I don't know if I can express all the feelings I have about him in one post but we ran the gamut. Love, Hate and everywhere in between. He took me to a Broadway Musical Christmas Show at Ruth Eckerd Hall. It was incredible. I loved the music, the singing the orchestra. I love real music, played by real musicians and songs sung by real singers. Anyway...
My Grandmother my Dad's mom and she passed away just days before Christmas. She was getting ready to go to work at the fish market. Crocheting in her rocking chair that is right behind me tonight. Grandma was Christmas. I can see her in her white coat ushering at church with her Christmas Tree pin that I now own. My prize possession one of my cousins passed on to me after her mom had passed it to her. Grandma had a tree decorated the same every year. Simple, elegant and beautiful. She had these small angel carolers under the tree. I wish I had just one. Makes me sad even now all these years later. She also always made cheese danishes and poppy seed roll and nut rolls and God only knows what else. I have made the cheese danishes and the nut rolls from scratch just like she did. Someday I will pass on these to someone.
This was not the topic I was going to write about tonight. I wanted to talk about family. And how important it is. And how you never know when you or someone you love are the one who will not be here for next year's Christmas Special. Which I guess I have always gotten and tried to share with my brother and sisters. There is no guarentee in life and being together now is all we have for sure. When my mom's mom lived with my mom I would remind my sisters that she would not be around forever and she lived to be 93 there was no reason to cry. We had our whole lives with her until we were all 40 or more. Grandma has been gone for 2 years and my mom's brother that lives 2 doors down from her never stops or calls. 2 doors down. I don't get it. My mom never did anything. The first year at Christmas I thought well he just doesn't want to give us money like Grandma and him used to. I don't care about the money. Then last year after my mom had her stroke I thought surely he would stop by. Now my mom can not walk as far as his house and I know the phone works both ways so it is not all one sided. But what is up. Why do people not realize when it comes down to it that family is what you have and even though you can't pick your parents or siblings I wouldn't trade the one's I have. It just brings me back to 1991 and Grandma Helen just wanted all of her kids and grandkids together for Christmas but everyone is busy. Well guess what a $600 plane ticket to get my sister home and there is a picture on Grandma's front porch on Christmas Eve of the family all but me who was working. I was at the funeral but went back to work afterwards. Retail I tell you. That would be my Grandmother's 4 living children, spouses and 16 of the 17 grand children. Did they all wish they had that one more Christmas with Grandma? Sure but a day late and a dollar short.
So in this day of everyone is so busy why am I the only one that remembers? One sister called tonight to ask why we are having Christmas late at mom's and why everything can't be the way the rest want it. And one has to work on Friday. I am sure that we aren't going to be that late and well this is not up for negotiation. The point of Christmas at mom's is it is last. You don't have anywhere else to go and nothing else to do so we can enjoy each other and open presents and eat together. Isn't that a song? No it is from a tape I listen to to settle my brain at night when my brain won't stop.
Now for those of you that have not experienced Christmas at my mom's there was always and excess. Excess of food, presents and family. There was always someone that had no where else to go that could not believe a living room so full of family and presents. I remember the year my oldest niece was about 4. She was so excited. She ripped through the presents that she got like crazy and then she went to each adult and asked if she could open their presents. And ripped the paper and had it strewn everywhere. Gifts would be lost in the paper. Money evelopes would be lost and have to be found before the gift wrap would all be thrown out. That is the Christmas I like to remember. Even in the lean years. And there were some pretty lean years. My mom always wanted us to have presents. Something to open. Some special food. I don't know if it is because I am the oldest or if it is because I can not let go of some of these memories but doesn't anyone else remeber how hard she worked for us.
Well it is now Christmas Eve and I have listened to the complete Christmas album while writing and I just remembered one of the things about family I wanted to say back when I wrote that I wouldn't trade my brother or sisters. When we were kids it was one for all and all for one. I am not sure why and I am not saying that my sisters didn't wear my clothes and yes I got mad but I remember so many other times that we did everything together. We would play school, we would go exploring on the beach. We would walk for over a mile to get to the north end of the beach past the houses and look for shells and fish and crabs and whatever else we could find that we had never seen before. Now I am not sure if I have mentioned it before but there are 5 of us. I am the oldest, then my brother, then I have 3 more sisters. There is a 7 year age difference between me and my youngest sister. So we are all close in age. 13 months, 14 months, 13 months and 2 years apart.. Get it we are close. I know I have told the story of us deciding that we are going to swim from the dock across the street from our house to Island Estates. This was a story my uncle had said that he had swam with his friends from the north end to Caledisi Island. So we took it as well if he can I know we can. Oh another great group decision. It was crazy but we had my youngest sister on a raft because we knew she couln't make the trip but we were all going. I didn't realize it was crazy til we were over half way and saw a boat coming and realized how small our heads were and how it may not have been our brightest moment. Another day we were home alone one afternoon and a magazine salesman came to the house. We invited him in. Now we had no money and not really sure what the guy thought but we talked to this guy for quite a while before he left realizing we were not buying what he was selling. There were other decisions we made as a group. Some for good and some not so much. So I wonder where that feeling of all for one and one for all has gone. This last year since mom had her stroke she has not driven. I have been taking her to the grocery and where ever else she needs to go one one of my days off. Now with there being 5 of us that all live within 10 miles of her that we could share some of the responsibilities. And I am not saying never but really. Should I feel like my life is worth less than theirs. My house needs to be cleaned and I don't want to do it. I know it is not always easy and I don't always do it with a smile but I do it. And no I am not trying to be the marter. I just know what is right. And what is right is my mom needs help and company and if it means my house is a mess forever then so be it.
Now it is time to wrap things up. Get it wrap things up. Well both literally and figuretivly I want to be happy for Christmas and enjoy as much as I can and hold back the tears until I am home.
I do not care what I receive as a Christmas gift. I want the people I give a gift to to love the gift I give. I want to go to church, to sing Christmas carols to maybe watch midnight mass from the Vatican on tv and wrap presents. Cry when I hear Silent Night and enjoy my 3 days off in a row.
I know you all are thinking isn't there anything that makes this girl smile. Yes. All these things at one time made me smile. Just remember we don't know if all the people on this year's Christmas special will be on next year. So enjoy them while they are here.
Christmas Eve 1:16AM Merry Christmas
Christmas has always been a time of change in my life. I moved out on Christmas in 1991. The same year my grandmother died. And her funeral was on Christmas Eve. Can't really say I moved out that day. I just stopped going home. Well a year later on Christmas my roommate and I moved into a house on the beach that my other grandmother owned. And just to follow the pattern in 2003 Brian and I bought our house we live in today and closed the day after Christmas. Now moving has nothing to do with me liking or disliking or feeling sad around the holidays.
I remember that Christmas in 1991. My friend that I moved in with well I don't know if I can express all the feelings I have about him in one post but we ran the gamut. Love, Hate and everywhere in between. He took me to a Broadway Musical Christmas Show at Ruth Eckerd Hall. It was incredible. I loved the music, the singing the orchestra. I love real music, played by real musicians and songs sung by real singers. Anyway...
My Grandmother my Dad's mom and she passed away just days before Christmas. She was getting ready to go to work at the fish market. Crocheting in her rocking chair that is right behind me tonight. Grandma was Christmas. I can see her in her white coat ushering at church with her Christmas Tree pin that I now own. My prize possession one of my cousins passed on to me after her mom had passed it to her. Grandma had a tree decorated the same every year. Simple, elegant and beautiful. She had these small angel carolers under the tree. I wish I had just one. Makes me sad even now all these years later. She also always made cheese danishes and poppy seed roll and nut rolls and God only knows what else. I have made the cheese danishes and the nut rolls from scratch just like she did. Someday I will pass on these to someone.
This was not the topic I was going to write about tonight. I wanted to talk about family. And how important it is. And how you never know when you or someone you love are the one who will not be here for next year's Christmas Special. Which I guess I have always gotten and tried to share with my brother and sisters. There is no guarentee in life and being together now is all we have for sure. When my mom's mom lived with my mom I would remind my sisters that she would not be around forever and she lived to be 93 there was no reason to cry. We had our whole lives with her until we were all 40 or more. Grandma has been gone for 2 years and my mom's brother that lives 2 doors down from her never stops or calls. 2 doors down. I don't get it. My mom never did anything. The first year at Christmas I thought well he just doesn't want to give us money like Grandma and him used to. I don't care about the money. Then last year after my mom had her stroke I thought surely he would stop by. Now my mom can not walk as far as his house and I know the phone works both ways so it is not all one sided. But what is up. Why do people not realize when it comes down to it that family is what you have and even though you can't pick your parents or siblings I wouldn't trade the one's I have. It just brings me back to 1991 and Grandma Helen just wanted all of her kids and grandkids together for Christmas but everyone is busy. Well guess what a $600 plane ticket to get my sister home and there is a picture on Grandma's front porch on Christmas Eve of the family all but me who was working. I was at the funeral but went back to work afterwards. Retail I tell you. That would be my Grandmother's 4 living children, spouses and 16 of the 17 grand children. Did they all wish they had that one more Christmas with Grandma? Sure but a day late and a dollar short.
So in this day of everyone is so busy why am I the only one that remembers? One sister called tonight to ask why we are having Christmas late at mom's and why everything can't be the way the rest want it. And one has to work on Friday. I am sure that we aren't going to be that late and well this is not up for negotiation. The point of Christmas at mom's is it is last. You don't have anywhere else to go and nothing else to do so we can enjoy each other and open presents and eat together. Isn't that a song? No it is from a tape I listen to to settle my brain at night when my brain won't stop.
Now for those of you that have not experienced Christmas at my mom's there was always and excess. Excess of food, presents and family. There was always someone that had no where else to go that could not believe a living room so full of family and presents. I remember the year my oldest niece was about 4. She was so excited. She ripped through the presents that she got like crazy and then she went to each adult and asked if she could open their presents. And ripped the paper and had it strewn everywhere. Gifts would be lost in the paper. Money evelopes would be lost and have to be found before the gift wrap would all be thrown out. That is the Christmas I like to remember. Even in the lean years. And there were some pretty lean years. My mom always wanted us to have presents. Something to open. Some special food. I don't know if it is because I am the oldest or if it is because I can not let go of some of these memories but doesn't anyone else remeber how hard she worked for us.
Well it is now Christmas Eve and I have listened to the complete Christmas album while writing and I just remembered one of the things about family I wanted to say back when I wrote that I wouldn't trade my brother or sisters. When we were kids it was one for all and all for one. I am not sure why and I am not saying that my sisters didn't wear my clothes and yes I got mad but I remember so many other times that we did everything together. We would play school, we would go exploring on the beach. We would walk for over a mile to get to the north end of the beach past the houses and look for shells and fish and crabs and whatever else we could find that we had never seen before. Now I am not sure if I have mentioned it before but there are 5 of us. I am the oldest, then my brother, then I have 3 more sisters. There is a 7 year age difference between me and my youngest sister. So we are all close in age. 13 months, 14 months, 13 months and 2 years apart.. Get it we are close. I know I have told the story of us deciding that we are going to swim from the dock across the street from our house to Island Estates. This was a story my uncle had said that he had swam with his friends from the north end to Caledisi Island. So we took it as well if he can I know we can. Oh another great group decision. It was crazy but we had my youngest sister on a raft because we knew she couln't make the trip but we were all going. I didn't realize it was crazy til we were over half way and saw a boat coming and realized how small our heads were and how it may not have been our brightest moment. Another day we were home alone one afternoon and a magazine salesman came to the house. We invited him in. Now we had no money and not really sure what the guy thought but we talked to this guy for quite a while before he left realizing we were not buying what he was selling. There were other decisions we made as a group. Some for good and some not so much. So I wonder where that feeling of all for one and one for all has gone. This last year since mom had her stroke she has not driven. I have been taking her to the grocery and where ever else she needs to go one one of my days off. Now with there being 5 of us that all live within 10 miles of her that we could share some of the responsibilities. And I am not saying never but really. Should I feel like my life is worth less than theirs. My house needs to be cleaned and I don't want to do it. I know it is not always easy and I don't always do it with a smile but I do it. And no I am not trying to be the marter. I just know what is right. And what is right is my mom needs help and company and if it means my house is a mess forever then so be it.
Now it is time to wrap things up. Get it wrap things up. Well both literally and figuretivly I want to be happy for Christmas and enjoy as much as I can and hold back the tears until I am home.
I do not care what I receive as a Christmas gift. I want the people I give a gift to to love the gift I give. I want to go to church, to sing Christmas carols to maybe watch midnight mass from the Vatican on tv and wrap presents. Cry when I hear Silent Night and enjoy my 3 days off in a row.
I know you all are thinking isn't there anything that makes this girl smile. Yes. All these things at one time made me smile. Just remember we don't know if all the people on this year's Christmas special will be on next year. So enjoy them while they are here.
Christmas Eve 1:16AM Merry Christmas
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Positivley Overwhelmed
I thought of the subject for today's blog after work the other night. A co-worker was talking about how many purses she has and how she has some with the tags still on them and still in the fancy box she bought it in. How she had to have the hottest color out that season. Then I thought I have 2 purses an everyday one and a black one for dressy occasions. Others are the same with shoes more than they could ever wear or one of every color of the rainbow but me I have have a pair of sneakers, a black pair of sandals a brown pair of sandals, a black pair of flats and a brown pair of flats. How utilitarian of me.Same goes with jewelry. I have my rings, necklace and earrings I wear everyday that I never take off.and I have one sparkly pair of earrings for dressy occasions and that is it. So you ask why do I care.
Well I am not saying that my closets in the house are not full but they are full of different things. In my spare bedroom is boxes of pictures my Aunt Jan took when she was alive. She was my mom's sister and she travelled a lot . When we were kids she went to The Galapagos Islands, Africa, Alaska and China. This would have been back in the 1970's when I don't think many women travelled alone and especially did not take international adventures on their own. Why save them you ask well someone has to and I am that person. I think if no one saves them did they ever exist? Was the tree ever there that fell in the woods that no one heard fall. Of course it was but I still hold on to these things. I also have a box of every children's bible and pocket bible that anyone on my mom's side of the family ever owned. They are old and and some torn but some say when they were received and by whom in the front and some have funeral cards tucked in them from relatives past.. My mother says she has blessed me with these things but what do I do with them. I have a two drawer file cabinet right next to me that is full of papers written by my Aunt Jan as well. When my grandmother sold her house I got all these things. Things no one wants but things I have to save to pass on to someone else. I am not sure who.
Some of these things I have projects in mind for. Scanning the pictures and saving to CD but even then will I be able to get rid of the originals. Don't know. Speaking of photography and being blessed. My Grandmother had a fellow she dated and at one point I was at his house and he had been a pilot and photographer back in the 1940's and he had showed me some of his work. Very cool old aerial pictures of someplace in the mid-west. Well when he passed away his son was not interested and was going to throw them out. Now see I was not friends with this guy did not like him most of the time but I have a box of his photography. This I will one day research where it is from and donate it to a library there so it can be viewed by people that live there. I think these things are worth saving. Just sometimes saving them is an overwhelming task.
The reason this is fresh on my mind is because I have been trying to clean up the clutter in my house and get it ready for Christmas. We used always have people over. Eckerd people mostly (former co-workers of mine). Just seems like time gets away. I am not motivated but when I am I can accomplish anything. Just those times seem to be fewer and farther between lately. I know for most this is a time of family and friends and happy occasions. My brain just doesn't work that way. I want it to be but at the same time I just want to cry. Maybe that is to quick but that is it. Not for anything in particular just watch a sad movie and cry your eyes out. How about Dying Young? If you've seen the movie you get the kind of crying my eyes out I am talking about.
Which leads me to this week at work I was a bit overwhelmed by the words of others about a supervisor that is retiring. She has been in the cable business 30 years. Amazing. But I just realized if I was still working for Eckerd I would be on my 30th year. Oh and I still have 20 more to work. That is really depressing.
Well anyway the supe that is retiring works at night and has been my supervisor. She is sweet and helpful, fun loving. And can she bake. That is going to be missed. Her, "I just felt like baking some red velvet cupcakes for you all." Oh that is something I used to do. That is funny. I just remembered that to. It has been a while. I think sometimes this night shift does it to me. I can not get motivated in the morning before work and when I get home it is after 9pm and I never want to start anything then.
So there I was at work the verge of tears overwhelmed with emotions. And then it was back to the phones 30 calls holding and I was routing and the jobs weren't getting on the techs on their own. So all of this and I was leaving early that day to try to finish up my Christmas shopping or at least put a dent in it. But then I felt that rush of adrenaline that feeling of "Oh my God" I can't handle this. It was silly really. 30 calls holding. It was ok. We take them one at a time and sooner or later they get back to normal. The techs all have work. It isn't like they are sitting there waiting for their next job.But at that minute everything seemed to be too much.
That is what this time of year feels like to me. Everything is just much too much. Sometimes participating is too much. It is just easier for me to sit quietly and let others do their thing. Because if I participate I will cry and no one gets why. This started off to be about being overwhelmed with stuff and it ends up it is about being overwhelmed with emotions. Yes just for the record. I do get so happy I cry. So it is hard to tell from the outside when I cry if it is sadness or joy. I know.
Example. One of my favorite things is at church Father Devine (isn't that the perfect name for a priest). He always calls the children up after communion that are too young for their own special blessing. I love this. Makes the kids feel special and gets them participating in church. At Christmas he always gives them a candy cane. Well Christmas Eve 10 years ago there I sat with my sister and her husband and their new born baby boy Paul. When he was small, Paul made a kind of giggling noise when he breathed. So throughout church this little baby giggled his way through mass. At the end when Father asked for the children to come up I told my brother-in law to take up Paul in his little Christmas onsie. And Father picked up Paul and showed him off to the church. All the church applauded this new baby only a month old. Made me cry. Just to see that beautiful little boy up there. I still picture it in my head and it brings tears to my eyes. Well the end of Mass and we sing Silent Night. Well I know I have said it before but that is one of those songs that just makes me cry. See. This is how it goes. Through out this time of year. A lot of stuff just brings me to tears. They are not all sad tears but tears none the less.
There are other contributing factors it is not all in my head but I feel like sometimes my mind and body just can't get things together. You would think by the time I get to be this age that I would get it. You know how I work on the inside. No. Still a lot of things that my body does that my brain just can't wrap itself around. I was trying to figure this subject in but in my vow to politeness. I will leave my body out of this blog and just stick with my mind.
So less than a week till Christmas. Shopping today. Hopefully writing this morning will keep the tears back for a while but not really feeling it. At this point a perfect gift for a niece or co-worker could make me cry as well. Not shopping for Brian. He has already bought himself his gift but I am still on the look out for a new purse for me. Yeah my one I carry everyday the handle is getting frayed along the edges and I have only been trying to find one since my birthday in September. So it shows I don't just settle for the first thing that comes along and sometimes I wish when I find something I like that I would buy three of them so that I have back ups for times like this when I really need a new purse and can't find one I like. Well lets hope for the best a few good gifts and maybe no tears. Have a great Christmas.
Well I am not saying that my closets in the house are not full but they are full of different things. In my spare bedroom is boxes of pictures my Aunt Jan took when she was alive. She was my mom's sister and she travelled a lot . When we were kids she went to The Galapagos Islands, Africa, Alaska and China. This would have been back in the 1970's when I don't think many women travelled alone and especially did not take international adventures on their own. Why save them you ask well someone has to and I am that person. I think if no one saves them did they ever exist? Was the tree ever there that fell in the woods that no one heard fall. Of course it was but I still hold on to these things. I also have a box of every children's bible and pocket bible that anyone on my mom's side of the family ever owned. They are old and and some torn but some say when they were received and by whom in the front and some have funeral cards tucked in them from relatives past.. My mother says she has blessed me with these things but what do I do with them. I have a two drawer file cabinet right next to me that is full of papers written by my Aunt Jan as well. When my grandmother sold her house I got all these things. Things no one wants but things I have to save to pass on to someone else. I am not sure who.
Some of these things I have projects in mind for. Scanning the pictures and saving to CD but even then will I be able to get rid of the originals. Don't know. Speaking of photography and being blessed. My Grandmother had a fellow she dated and at one point I was at his house and he had been a pilot and photographer back in the 1940's and he had showed me some of his work. Very cool old aerial pictures of someplace in the mid-west. Well when he passed away his son was not interested and was going to throw them out. Now see I was not friends with this guy did not like him most of the time but I have a box of his photography. This I will one day research where it is from and donate it to a library there so it can be viewed by people that live there. I think these things are worth saving. Just sometimes saving them is an overwhelming task.
The reason this is fresh on my mind is because I have been trying to clean up the clutter in my house and get it ready for Christmas. We used always have people over. Eckerd people mostly (former co-workers of mine). Just seems like time gets away. I am not motivated but when I am I can accomplish anything. Just those times seem to be fewer and farther between lately. I know for most this is a time of family and friends and happy occasions. My brain just doesn't work that way. I want it to be but at the same time I just want to cry. Maybe that is to quick but that is it. Not for anything in particular just watch a sad movie and cry your eyes out. How about Dying Young? If you've seen the movie you get the kind of crying my eyes out I am talking about.
Which leads me to this week at work I was a bit overwhelmed by the words of others about a supervisor that is retiring. She has been in the cable business 30 years. Amazing. But I just realized if I was still working for Eckerd I would be on my 30th year. Oh and I still have 20 more to work. That is really depressing.
Well anyway the supe that is retiring works at night and has been my supervisor. She is sweet and helpful, fun loving. And can she bake. That is going to be missed. Her, "I just felt like baking some red velvet cupcakes for you all." Oh that is something I used to do. That is funny. I just remembered that to. It has been a while. I think sometimes this night shift does it to me. I can not get motivated in the morning before work and when I get home it is after 9pm and I never want to start anything then.
So there I was at work the verge of tears overwhelmed with emotions. And then it was back to the phones 30 calls holding and I was routing and the jobs weren't getting on the techs on their own. So all of this and I was leaving early that day to try to finish up my Christmas shopping or at least put a dent in it. But then I felt that rush of adrenaline that feeling of "Oh my God" I can't handle this. It was silly really. 30 calls holding. It was ok. We take them one at a time and sooner or later they get back to normal. The techs all have work. It isn't like they are sitting there waiting for their next job.But at that minute everything seemed to be too much.
That is what this time of year feels like to me. Everything is just much too much. Sometimes participating is too much. It is just easier for me to sit quietly and let others do their thing. Because if I participate I will cry and no one gets why. This started off to be about being overwhelmed with stuff and it ends up it is about being overwhelmed with emotions. Yes just for the record. I do get so happy I cry. So it is hard to tell from the outside when I cry if it is sadness or joy. I know.
Example. One of my favorite things is at church Father Devine (isn't that the perfect name for a priest). He always calls the children up after communion that are too young for their own special blessing. I love this. Makes the kids feel special and gets them participating in church. At Christmas he always gives them a candy cane. Well Christmas Eve 10 years ago there I sat with my sister and her husband and their new born baby boy Paul. When he was small, Paul made a kind of giggling noise when he breathed. So throughout church this little baby giggled his way through mass. At the end when Father asked for the children to come up I told my brother-in law to take up Paul in his little Christmas onsie. And Father picked up Paul and showed him off to the church. All the church applauded this new baby only a month old. Made me cry. Just to see that beautiful little boy up there. I still picture it in my head and it brings tears to my eyes. Well the end of Mass and we sing Silent Night. Well I know I have said it before but that is one of those songs that just makes me cry. See. This is how it goes. Through out this time of year. A lot of stuff just brings me to tears. They are not all sad tears but tears none the less.
There are other contributing factors it is not all in my head but I feel like sometimes my mind and body just can't get things together. You would think by the time I get to be this age that I would get it. You know how I work on the inside. No. Still a lot of things that my body does that my brain just can't wrap itself around. I was trying to figure this subject in but in my vow to politeness. I will leave my body out of this blog and just stick with my mind.
So less than a week till Christmas. Shopping today. Hopefully writing this morning will keep the tears back for a while but not really feeling it. At this point a perfect gift for a niece or co-worker could make me cry as well. Not shopping for Brian. He has already bought himself his gift but I am still on the look out for a new purse for me. Yeah my one I carry everyday the handle is getting frayed along the edges and I have only been trying to find one since my birthday in September. So it shows I don't just settle for the first thing that comes along and sometimes I wish when I find something I like that I would buy three of them so that I have back ups for times like this when I really need a new purse and can't find one I like. Well lets hope for the best a few good gifts and maybe no tears. Have a great Christmas.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Dog Gone Good Memories
So it has been two years since I started writing this blog and I thought tonight I would write about my blog and how things have changed over the last two years or how they are all still the same, but I haven't posted anything since June. Why you ask? It is not that I haven't started to write. One night I started about Fate and one night about some movies I had watched and one night about some old demons. But I have finished none. Posted none. Sometimes I don't have time or energy, sometimes I do not feel it and really tonight is no different. I am exhausted I have worked day and nignt for the last week. We are learning a new software at work and it has been busy. And we have a few more weeks til we change over to the new software and I hope I get it. But on a plus my one day off I got to spend with Brian and my next day off we are off together to. That has not been the norm. Our last day off together was on vacation in June. Ironic. June was my last post. June I was in the hospital.
Now it is September and I am not sure where the summer went. I know my sisters went on vacation because we watched their dogs. Felt like all I did all summer was watching someone elses dog. And now September and I am just sick over my brother's dog. Don't talk about Al much. He is just a year younger than me. We are both left handed and our birthdays are just 13 days apart. Well I am a year and 13 days older than him. As kids we shared a room, we shared our birthday. There are times where we are the same and times when we are different. I called him tonight to see how he is doing. He said ok. He said he knows where things our heading. See not much on talking. But we are together. And I did not want him to believe for a minute that he was alone. If he needs me I am here. And would be there in a second to help him however I could.
When I talk to mom each night she tells me how Radar is doing but she doesn't mention Al. This thing with us. Not very touchy feely family well. Not at all really. My friends that have been around awhile are laughing. Loudly. Someone at work the other day was talking about the being a hugger and said they totally had me pegged for one and I laughed. I have gotten better with age but it is hard to change after a whole life of not. But my heart is breaking for Radar. Radar is Al's dog.
Since I always say. I didn't know what I was going to write about. Just so you know. Now is the time that I thought of the title for this blog and know what it it is about. I know you are thinking but Jeanne really you are three paragraphs in and at the beginning of the second paragraph I knew where you were going. See. Guess you all are just quicker than me.
Radar didn't start out as Al's dog. See my first memory of Radar is in my sister Tori's pool. Sitting on the bench on the side just chillin' by himself. I thought that is the craziest dog. Well Radar did not even start out as her dog. I don't know where his life started but he ended up with my sister because her husband loves to save animals. Now again, I would not put Tim in the category of touchy feely person but he is definately an animal person. He may be the one who saves the dog but he can not keep them all. I remember my niece was just about 6 or 7 when Tim first saved Radar. She is now 21. But when they sold their house and were moving into a smaller place while the new house was being built they thought Al would love to have a dog. Not at first but you can not love this dog.
Now another thing about me I do not like to be late. I am a lot afraid of change so this stuff at work changing scares me. But Al. Al is neurotic about a schedule. He gets up promptly at 4:30 in the morning so he can get ready for work and have time to spend with Radar in the morning before work. He walks him around the park out in front of mom's house. Up until this week that was the walk they have taken 4 times a day for more than 10 years. Rain or shine. Radar likes the wind blowing his ears back. Since he likes the pool he is clearly not afraid of a little rain.
There are a few specific memories I have stored of Radar. First memory is the walk. As you are pulling up or leaving my mom's house you will see Al and Radar walking. Al carrying the leash and Radar walking at his side. You just see their backs walking down the street. Seem's harmless but that is going to make me cry. The other is from a photograph of Radar in the pool a 130lb yellow lab with a childs intertube around his neck and he is sitting on the seat on the far side of the pool. Radar and I have one thing in common. When the kids are in the pool we stay to the far side and try to keep our head from getting wet. Don't care if my hair gets wet, just do not like to get splashed in the face.
Everybody has a pet name for Radar, bad dog, the best dog, wiggle butt. Wiggle butt is Al's. Radar only has a stub of a tail and long floppy ears. Previous owner's choice. But that little tail shakes his whole body when he see's Al come home. He knows at 3:20 the sound of Al's car backing in the drive way is just seconds away. And before you can hear the muffler of his old Camero Radar is up and in position at the back door waiting. The last couple years mom has been bringing Radar in the house during the day for company after they go for their walk at noon. Now the afternoon ritual is not over. Al works outside and the second thing he does is go for a swim now this to was Radar's thing. Everyday. Swim in the pool. Lay on the patio until Al is ready to go in and dry off. Then in for the night except one last walk before bed promptly at 10.
Another thing with me. See I don't wait for someone to pass away to mourn. I do it first. I am so sad that the things I have will no longer be there. I do appreciate every moment that I spend at my mom's and I make sure to pet the dog and tell him to be good when I leave. I know it may be my last time to see him. I followed this same with my Grandma at the end. Made sure to say hello and good bye,when I got to mom's and made sure to spend time with her when I could. And I missed her before she was gone. So I miss Radar now. I feel like crying everynight when my mom says that he fell. Breaks my heart when I am trying to get him up and he doesn't want to budge or can't. Those aren't the memories you want to hold on to but for now my head thinks of them. I see his eyes. They are the eyes of a puppy in an old dog. And I feel like he knows this life might have been hard at first, but they say dogs only have memories of about 7 seconds so if that is the case he has had it good and could want for nothing. Another thing Al and I have in common. See in my adult life I have had many cats that I speak of often and 2 dogs. And there have been times with my own animals that I would be going through these same feelings with all of them. There are moments to this day that I picture. Some at the beginning like when Blake was a kitten laying on Brian's chest purring louder than a motorboat so small he fit in the palm of his hand or the day he passed laying on Brian's lap purring louder than a motorboat not the big old fat shit head that he had been but still a loveable ball of orange fur.
And lastly a lasting memory of Radar that will hopefully be finished someday as a children's book. As a child Brian's mom told a story about why dog's sniff each others tails. Well this story has spun around my head for the last 20 years and last year I committed it to paper and have a friend who is drawing the illustrations for it. Well I am not going to tell the story but in my book it is set in the times when dogs were in charge and of course Radar is the king. Well that as much as I am willing to share but when this project is finished it will be a forever memory that I plan on sharing with kids everywhere. So in the end Everyone will love Radar not because he is king but because Radar has pride in himself and will not settle for less than the royal best.
Love you forever bad dog.
Now it is September and I am not sure where the summer went. I know my sisters went on vacation because we watched their dogs. Felt like all I did all summer was watching someone elses dog. And now September and I am just sick over my brother's dog. Don't talk about Al much. He is just a year younger than me. We are both left handed and our birthdays are just 13 days apart. Well I am a year and 13 days older than him. As kids we shared a room, we shared our birthday. There are times where we are the same and times when we are different. I called him tonight to see how he is doing. He said ok. He said he knows where things our heading. See not much on talking. But we are together. And I did not want him to believe for a minute that he was alone. If he needs me I am here. And would be there in a second to help him however I could.
When I talk to mom each night she tells me how Radar is doing but she doesn't mention Al. This thing with us. Not very touchy feely family well. Not at all really. My friends that have been around awhile are laughing. Loudly. Someone at work the other day was talking about the being a hugger and said they totally had me pegged for one and I laughed. I have gotten better with age but it is hard to change after a whole life of not. But my heart is breaking for Radar. Radar is Al's dog.
Since I always say. I didn't know what I was going to write about. Just so you know. Now is the time that I thought of the title for this blog and know what it it is about. I know you are thinking but Jeanne really you are three paragraphs in and at the beginning of the second paragraph I knew where you were going. See. Guess you all are just quicker than me.
Radar didn't start out as Al's dog. See my first memory of Radar is in my sister Tori's pool. Sitting on the bench on the side just chillin' by himself. I thought that is the craziest dog. Well Radar did not even start out as her dog. I don't know where his life started but he ended up with my sister because her husband loves to save animals. Now again, I would not put Tim in the category of touchy feely person but he is definately an animal person. He may be the one who saves the dog but he can not keep them all. I remember my niece was just about 6 or 7 when Tim first saved Radar. She is now 21. But when they sold their house and were moving into a smaller place while the new house was being built they thought Al would love to have a dog. Not at first but you can not love this dog.
Now another thing about me I do not like to be late. I am a lot afraid of change so this stuff at work changing scares me. But Al. Al is neurotic about a schedule. He gets up promptly at 4:30 in the morning so he can get ready for work and have time to spend with Radar in the morning before work. He walks him around the park out in front of mom's house. Up until this week that was the walk they have taken 4 times a day for more than 10 years. Rain or shine. Radar likes the wind blowing his ears back. Since he likes the pool he is clearly not afraid of a little rain.
There are a few specific memories I have stored of Radar. First memory is the walk. As you are pulling up or leaving my mom's house you will see Al and Radar walking. Al carrying the leash and Radar walking at his side. You just see their backs walking down the street. Seem's harmless but that is going to make me cry. The other is from a photograph of Radar in the pool a 130lb yellow lab with a childs intertube around his neck and he is sitting on the seat on the far side of the pool. Radar and I have one thing in common. When the kids are in the pool we stay to the far side and try to keep our head from getting wet. Don't care if my hair gets wet, just do not like to get splashed in the face.
Everybody has a pet name for Radar, bad dog, the best dog, wiggle butt. Wiggle butt is Al's. Radar only has a stub of a tail and long floppy ears. Previous owner's choice. But that little tail shakes his whole body when he see's Al come home. He knows at 3:20 the sound of Al's car backing in the drive way is just seconds away. And before you can hear the muffler of his old Camero Radar is up and in position at the back door waiting. The last couple years mom has been bringing Radar in the house during the day for company after they go for their walk at noon. Now the afternoon ritual is not over. Al works outside and the second thing he does is go for a swim now this to was Radar's thing. Everyday. Swim in the pool. Lay on the patio until Al is ready to go in and dry off. Then in for the night except one last walk before bed promptly at 10.
And lastly a lasting memory of Radar that will hopefully be finished someday as a children's book. As a child Brian's mom told a story about why dog's sniff each others tails. Well this story has spun around my head for the last 20 years and last year I committed it to paper and have a friend who is drawing the illustrations for it. Well I am not going to tell the story but in my book it is set in the times when dogs were in charge and of course Radar is the king. Well that as much as I am willing to share but when this project is finished it will be a forever memory that I plan on sharing with kids everywhere. So in the end Everyone will love Radar not because he is king but because Radar has pride in himself and will not settle for less than the royal best.
Love you forever bad dog.
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