It's Monday and the Sky is Falling

 Mondays have the same potential as any other day to be great or not so great, that's a fact.    This past Monday, no exception.

Unfortunately, this Monday not only began as a not so great day but also seemed rather symbolic of the unfortunate, not so great things that happened in 2020; the arrival of my first grandchild a most welcome and beautiful exception.

Just as my husband had poured his second cup of coffee, he heard a dripping sound and not from the coffee maker.    He looked up and saw the drip coming from the ceiling.    He callled upstairs to me, "Cath, we may have a burst pipe!!!!!", but that seemed rather unlikely.

About 5 to 10 minutes later I heard "SHIT!" and the sound of a LOT of water hitting the kitchen floor then continuing to the basement.  Truly it sounded like I might be on a sinking ship.  I did my best to get downstairs slowly and carefully; I have some weakness and am on oxygen, so have to watch my step.   John is usually there to spot me.

I couldn't believe the hole in the ceiling.  How is this happening.   Enough already!

Hubby calls our friend and talented contractor, explains our situation and we are fortunate he arrives before very long at all, assesses the mess and looks into what the problem is.    All assessed and it turns out the problem is a slowly leaking cold water pipe running from our lovely tub, which has created a pool in the kitchen ceiling and has chosen Monday to let go.   We are thankful to hear it would not a be a difficult fix; not as bad as a burst pipe.   YAY!   

From the beginning of this day to that point, this seemed like a summary of how this year was from early on and then had continued to be.   There was Covid in it's early days here in Canada, then there was a diagnosis of my cancer recurrence in February, like a shadow to covid.  This is so very surreal, especially in it's timing, and I am forced to leave the job I love dearly, to go into safe hiding to keep from contracting any other ills with my weakened immune system.

Today, taps/pipes are replaced, drywall is up on the ceiling, first layer of mudding done and we're still smiling, laughing, making jokes because this is just how life goes; sadly sometimes taking us by complete, unpleasant surprise.   When the ceiling; or sky, is falling, panicking is going to do you no good at all, learn to find the lighter side, there's a joke there somewhere, it may be hard to find, but it's there.

When you're looking for "normal"!

Well, Covid has arrived and nothing normal is about to be our new normal.   With each day it will be those little snippets of normal, generally unnoticed , that will suddenly be shreds of evidence that some kind of normal still exists.
I headed upstairs,  with great intention.   I was on a mission...once I had placed a receipt upon my office desk, I headed down the hall toward the bedrooms.   I then came to a screeching halt. I could not remember what I had come upstairs for.    Throwing my hands into the air I stepped into our bedroom and while it was just barely even noon, decided while I was there I may as well turn down our bed.    The moment I pulled back the duvet and top sheet, tada...it donned on me, I had come up specifically for a particular pillow; not in this room, but HEY...pillow!    YAY, BINGO, the memory kicked in!

That trip upstairs or all the way to the basement, then drawing a blank as to why I made the trip....that's NORMAL!    I don't think any of us will take "normal" for granted again.   Normal, which we find "boring" at times, even that crazy annoying little "normal" thing, today, it's a wonderful thing!

Grateful.

The Bag Man

October 22, 2016

My daughter, she is oblivious to it or simply too immersed in the novel she has brought along with her.    Just inside the doors as we enter the train, a gentleman sits on a stretch of seats, taking up all three.
The gentleman's necessities for the ride, bags of newspapers, an exacto knife and a magnifying glass.   Among everything he has made sure to have brought along, he has allowed himself the luxury of a coffee.   He is very organized, I think to myself.    He sips first from the plastic lid of his coffee, the wee bit that has apparently been trapped there-waste not, want not.

Such a busy man and so much detail attended to, so much care taken in his tasks.   He smiles all the while, even as both of his elbows escape the confines of his shirt via gaping, seemingly matched holes on both arms where the material has worn completely away.   He stretches, arms wide, looks up and out the window, then down to a shiny silver watch he wears. As he stretches, arms up and then out again, you can't help but note very darkly stained and thin fabric at his armpits and wonder how long 'til they wear to become gaping holes as well; creating additional exposure to the world?

We're on our way to another country and yet right here at home there is no lack of interesting to take in, wonder about and learn from.

Home, away or on the street, the airport, all around us there is much to learn from, reach out to and make us think.   People we don't know but should at least acquaint ourselves with, because they are often so much more than what we assume to see them as.   I really wanted to know more about this gentleman, what was his story, and learn from him as well.    It seemed to me, by the smile he wore after sipping his coffee, he leads a pretty simple life and makes the best of what he is afforded, content with all that is, as is.  

Isn't that what we all want, simple contentment.




Footnote:   On this day we are on our way to Iceland, but at that moment there was plenty of interesting right before us and my sense of wonder had already kicked in before even having boarded the plane.

A Glass Act.

   Being kind has no particular season, it's doable any time of year, any day and most of all, just because it's a wonderful thing to be.   The world always needs more kindness.
 A real class act understands that the something that seems quite trivial to one person, may mean a great deal more to another.  
  Ten years ago Josh's Mom had purchased two glass tumblers from the dollar store, they had Pooh and Tigger on them and Josh quickly became very fond of them.  
Sometime before the great push of Christmas this year, one of those favoured glasses was accidentally broken.   Josh's mom knew while right away this may not be of crisis proportions but at some point in the near future, the lack of these glasses that Josh so adores, could be the centre of great upset and anxiety for him.    Josh is a funny, generally happy go lucky young adult,  with very specific likes and dislikes; those likes actually more very strong fixations.    Josh also happens to be autistic.
  Mom being the wise and proactive thinker she is, went into action.    Reaching out on Facebook to see if there was anyone whom might just have one or two of these rare glasses, which she might be able to purchase, she was met with great response.

  Josh's mom was both very touched and impressed with how quickly and how willingly people; strangers, who didn't know Josh,  jumped in to help, searching online with ebay, facebook marketplace, specialty shops and more. One kind soul in particular drove from Bridgenorth to drop off glasses.  Furthermore,  none of these people were seeking any payment for the glasses.   These people simply understood the need, empathized and wanted to be ensure any such   upset in the loss of these very cherished glasses was avoided.

  With so much happening in the world that readily demonstrates negative human nature, we seek stories of positive human nature.   In this instant it was a most pleasant surprise to have such a positively generous and kind response!   This is just one instance of the warmth and genuine kindness we all possess, and demonstrates the value in believing there is always hope for every one of us.
Be kind, Be a Glass Act!  

Everyone needs a little Silly

Keep a little silly in you, always.   <3 p="">
Remembering our darling Dash.   So loved, so missed.

Paws of the Heart.

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

John Galsworthy

This morning we awoke to a loud silence, while first awakening to the sound of him shaking out his coat and as always, just before an excited leap to the floor in anticipation of his first morning stroll.
It was all imagined of course, well, except for the loud silence and we will be hearing all of those
imagined sounds for some time I am sure.

Yesterday we made what was both the most difficult, while also the easiest decision in the very early hours of the morning.   The most difficult decision in that it is never easy to say goodbye, to let a loved one go and the easiest in wishing to give our beloved Dash the most dignified and pain free means to rest, possible.

It is with very heavy hearts we bid our beautiful golden boy Dash, farewell.   Dash, our golden, wavy haired Dachshund -Terrier took his final breath while in my husbands arms shortly after 9 a.m .

Today all of our daily rituals and routines are changed.   We feel so lost.   You've surely heard it said before, but it is so very true in you are instantly made; painfully, aware, just how much our fur babies are a very large part of our families, of our hearts.

Dash was such a bright, funny, incredibly loving and carefree personality.    To anyone who did not know him well, in first being acquainted with him, he would seem a little curmudgeon perhaps in his vocal approach to one.    He had this "HEY, who are you" bark and "grumble" under his breath way of approaching newcomers to the hood...to his property, front door or entry hall.    Always though, once in, he would follow them into the living room and immediately prop himself in best posture, right next to them as they took a seat.   From that moment on it was stated clearly by Dash, "This is a friend",   His next move might be to gently nudge their hand for a little pet or pleasant scratch of his back or behind his ears.

Well, enough said for now.    You get the picture or at least I hope you do.    Dash entered into our hearts from the moment he stood at our daughters legs and chose us for his family.   She teared up and said, I think he's the one and he most certainly was.     Not as much time as we would have liked at just under eleven years, but then again it could never have been enough time.  We loved him with every inch of our being and he is missed immensely, but still fills our heart with so many wonderful memories from here forward.   You are still with us Dash and always will be.    

Pick yourself up and dust yourself off....go forward..Keep trying.

I'm looking back to my blogs for 2018.    Blogs for 2018....at only 2!   Whaaaat?    This saddens me and once again I'm wondering what the heck has happened to me.

Last year; 2018,  started off with the most difficult time I have ever experienced, in the loss of my Dad.
For that reason alone it seems slightly ironic that I have only written twice in the past year when I have much to write about.
Maybe it's that I have so much to write but also feel it might not be anything anyone cares to read about.   Having said that I hear my inner voice saying, "Who the hell cares if they don't read it?".   I then answer myself; scary, I know, "Just write because you need to let it all out!".    Hmmmm, good answer.

I have found many people along the way very inspirational and through that found myself working to keep looking ahead, plan, persevere, do what you can do, do things you once did, keep living life.   At times I've felt like I needed a roman candle lit beneath me, someone to ignite the spark I know is there, but lies dormant and waiting; for what I don't know.  

Loss hurts, it sucks, though we know death is part of life.   Knowing it comes doesn't make it ANY easier when it comes, if at all only the very slightest because Dad was ready; by his own admission.
If only it were as easy as picking yourself up and dusting yourself off.   All we can do is try and I will try.

Said or Unsaid.

I LOVE YOU.

You don't have to say I LOVE YOU to relay your love for someone.    If someone you are very close to , someone you've been with a long time, someone you've been through a great deal with, it is likely they know how loved they are.    Without even saying the words, it is likely you are already there, the love is greatly felt. I am grateful however to be able to say it out loud, just because.   I'm an emotional being and if I bottle things up it will only come out in an emotional mess....amid tears.

My heart swells up at times in saying "I love you", because I know even saying the words cannot fully convey just how deeply I care for the people I am saying it to.  Each person I share those words with may be loved in a different context, but each one will know they are greatly thought of and cared for.  Even if you've never uttered those words before, your loved ones will feel and know your love through your actions, moments shared, smiles shared and simply through understanding between you.

It's never too late to say I LOVE YOU, so if you feel the desire to, just DO IT.  It's a similar thing to hugging and I make no apologies, but only if you wish...I'm that person too!

Remembering the first time, the last time?

Having a client who enjoys country music I have been keeping a country station at the ready in my car for our outings.    I once listened to country a lot and never imagined not listening to it, but growing through music the kids enjoyed over the years, feel so far behind listening to all the "new country".   Back in the day Randy Travis, Allan Jackson, Garth Brooks and Travis Tritt and Terri Clark were the "New country" and I knew many of the songs by heart.    It's weird to have the music on and NOT know the songs or many of   of the words, like trying to join in a conversation and it's all a foreign language.

Recently returning from a trip to the grocery store a song played that sounded a little more familiar, but it didn't have anything to do with my knowing any of the words, it had to do with the context of the song.   I found myself feeling a little sad and melancholy as it played on.    It saddened me to know just how relatable it was.   I guess, you know, don't cry because it's over but smile because it happened.

We've all heard "there's a first time for everything", one of my Grampa's favourite sayings, but this song was, "A last time for everything", and it really struck a chord!   I could have pulled over to cry, kind of chord!    It made me think, when was the last time I played with my kids, played dressup, or when was the last time my children put cookies out for Santa, when was the last time I went for a drive with my Dad?    I guess there's a reason for keeping track of firsts as opposed to the lasts, we all look back and it's hard enough on the heart and very bitter sweet remembering the firsts, but trying to recall the last can feel a little like trying to swallow that jagged little pill.  Dad hasn't been gone even a month but I suspect I will revisit this feeling and the sentiment of remembering firsts and lasts an awful lot.

The song rings true, there is a last time for everything, but we really don't want to think about those wonderful moments coming to an end.    What we do need to think of is just making the best of every moment and first or last, party on, keep making memories, ride the wave, live in the moment and know you lived it well!   I don't mind the country music and happy to know there are as many upbeat "living is good" songs as there are about that sad breakup or just bummed out by life song.

Country music or otherwise, keep a tune in your heart, keep calm and just keep living that life!

Bibbity, Bobbity, Boobs please!

Apparently my Fairy Godmother never appeared, no bibbity bobbity here, never to grant those wishes I may have lust for in my youth, and perhaps a blessing in not getting what I wanted but not so certain I got what I needed.

As if the pains of starting high school, teenage, and adolescence weren't enough, I quickly realized I was a late bloomer, it was horrific!   Yep, when everyone else seemed to be growing upwards and outwards, I was not and longed for just that with great desperation.  One thing I was happy for were my cute little feet, I liked my feet and they were "normal" looking.

Today, so much different...I am quite content now with what I was eventually endowed with for breasts and scoff at the thought of my immature desire for more.   My feet, well, another part of me that decided to grow late in my growth, when I would have been quite content for them to stay just as they were!    Those once cute little feet are now an 8 to 8 1/2, sometimes 9 and sport some interestingly unwanted changes these past few years that no longer allow me to view them as cute.  My feet; to me, seem more sassquatch in nature and certainly not anything I or anyone would be fawning over.

Had there been a visit from a Fairy Godmother, she obviously tried to teach me a lesson in what warrants wishing for and maybe a little bit of appreciate what you have...or had, or else!

Hmmm, Become a Comic Book Hero or Learn How to Dress...what to do?

The weather is changing again...the temps outside have been up and
down of lately and of one extreme to another.

Speaking of weather systems, holy crow, my internal body is a natural disaster!!      In a flash, no seriously a FLASH, I feel nauseous , too slick to touch, a fear of spontaneous combustion  and greatly panicked like that of someone caught in a fire and wondering where the closest exit is!   Move over Flash Gordon, I may very well steal your title, THE FLASH!!   Yes, I too could be a comic book hero.

Being a comic book hero may not suit everyone, so perhaps someone should create a course for those crossing the threshold into menopause...HEY over HERE, that's ME...I'll sign up!    A course that teaches us exactly how to dress for this new, very special "condition"  we have come to, yes, 101 How to Dress For Menopause in Any Season.    I am torn between continuing to wear summer attire...BENEATH, warm fall sweaters and full length pants; well prepared for a stripping down in dire need.    Perhpas an all cotton linen wardrobe, or join a nudist colony somewhere and only dress at all when travelling off grounds!   Getting dressed can induce great fear in simply having no clue which season to dress for, despite the obvious season presently at hand outside.  Oh the challenges one faces with weather and how to weather menopause and all of it's intriguing effects!

I'm a mess at times but with continued patience and  learning, I will achieve a wearable wardrobe again or become a comic book hero, or a nudist.    I am a survivor and this is the small stuff so I won't sweat it.   Well, yes I will ...a lot.     ;)

...Not Quite so Nearly Naked.

So there I was seeking out a washroom, while strolling short corridors within' the diagnostic imaging department in a fabulously fashionable gown...actually two.   Two gowns.   How wonderful of someone to have finally decided it is not terribly dignifying to wonder about, whilst ones buttocks with their sideways smile, make an unannounced appearance directly behind you, ahead of everyone else.  
Being asked; by random people in a meeting, "Are you looking for your clothes?", made me considerably grateful I was clothed in some degree at that very moment.
Someone was clever enough to initiate the "first gown goes front facing and second gown rear facing" ensemble which gives one the extra layer of security in feeling not quite so nearly naked.
My clothes safely kept in a nearby change cubicle and I, safely kept in two gowns.

The Season made me do it...again!

Saturday morning, showering, changing the towels; retrieved from the linen closet, in the hall, I realize something is happening.    I realize it as soon as I go to closet, then open the door. It begins.
The report to authorities reads like, "I didn't know I was going to do it, it just happened!", I explain and then, "Honestly I have no idea what came over me!".
Clearly the last part of the statement is a lie.    It's a lie, because I know after sooooo many years of seasons arriving and departing, this is not an uncommon occurrence.

Almost officially Autumn and despite being very weary and with soooo many things gnawing at my thoughts, it happens, whether I  really WANT to or not, a rage of epic cleaning proportions occurs. An inner clock of sorts, ringing like there's no tomorrow and it won't stop until I pay it mind, like an unspoken duty only I (suddenly) am made aware of internally.  
Hubby is like, "Had you planned to do this, this morning?".
I reply, "No, no....", feeling on the verge of tears.    I had not planned this.   Like an illness suddenly having taken over my being, by every inch, I am fully involved.   Lost to an unexpected event.   It's like the weather event, the weather forecast didn't actually forecast, it just happened.   It's a love/hate relationship with the change of season.    My body like someone taken over by demonic powers, gives itself over to the deed.
In the end, somehow all is wonderfully zen as I look upon the results of this unplanned takeover.

Once again, the season's change made me do it, but oddly, I'm into it!   Viva la season!!!!

Tying One On.

Since February visions of summer and what it "might be" began to 'dash away'.   The earliest hint of a possible change showing itself before Christmas.

Well, it's nearly summer's end and two months post surgery for my Hubby.   Of course there are a few long term side affects; while not permanent, which he struggles with but he's a trooper and working hard to push past all of that and carry on.

Hubby was diagnosed in February with prostate cancer, following 3 PSA tests and a biopsy.  An especially scary time for him looking ahead, but as well for myself like a recurring nightmare.   The timeline, far too familiar and those words "...well, unfortunately'...",  weighed so heavily upon us both.  Not at all what we had expected; but never what you expect to hear at any rate.

In part of his personal healing process Hubby had his first tattoo!    He has never indicated before that he would like one, but not long after his surgery and beginning to reflect on the experience he announced to me he was going to get a tattoo honouring his victory in the battle!   He sports the two tone blue necktie for Prostate Cancer Canada on his arm and I must say, I find it rather sexy!   His tattoo is a reminder of his strength even when he felt his weakest.  I appreciate how proud he feels in coming through this experience and isn't afraid to talk about it with others, which in turn may just help someone else.    I'm happy to have been his support and caregiver after he was most certainly my biggest support through my own experience; sometimes literally the shoulder I cried on.

And now, we raise a glass to moving forward, healing in our own way, living life, and making more plans, we say BRING IT, we'll take it on!

* As a footnote, Tattoo's are one's personal expression on a canvas that is their own.  For my Husband it means a great deal to have added this design to his person.    His first tattoo and it carries much pride in winning at his fight against cancer!

Sometimes you just gotta!

Speaking of shoes and the next thing, someone named Chuck Taylor is suddenly part of the conversation and I think,  "Who's Chuck?"!

Early spring of this year my daughter and I were having a much overdue day together and as well as just making the most of the drive itself decided to drop in on the lovely Bobcageon, the small but very picturesque setting with some lovely shops for the discerning shopper!   I love Bobcageon for it's little locks and all of the lovely boats coming and going and how the lock is nestled right in the midst of the shops.

On making note of the shops there I mention the shoe shop and how I think one day I might consider buying a pair of hightop shoes, just because I think it would be "cool", you know just for kicks!
"Well then you should, today!", my daughter resounds.    Of course I tell her it's just a silly thought, that I would just do it for fun!

We go through the first couple of shops and one leasds right into another.    Turning the corner, my daughter says, "There's what you are looking for, Chuck's!".

"Who?", I say and she reiterates "Chuck's, Chuck Taylors, ...Converse"!   I get it, Converse shoes are Chuck Taylor's shoes.    The light just went on, o.k., gotcha!

I simply wasn't planning on such a purchase today, not something so bright, kid-like, impractical, silly... FUN!   I ponder out loud, "what would I wear them with, where would I wear them?".    At first it's just my daughter and I discussing my every thought and her telling me why I should get them, then the sales staff returns and she joins in as well.   Back and forth we go with them telling me why I should go ahead and just DO IT!   My daughter is quite prepared to buy them for me if I don't make the purchase.    I have a pair of distressed denims I created that will be just the perfect pairing with these ...LOL, putting together an "alternative" outfit!  I might be able to do this!

I imagine the revisiting of this moment many times over should I not make the purchase today.    I then also imagine revisiting this moment throughout the years ahead and how much fun it was in picking the bright red shoes, instead of the practical, non-funky feeling black shoe and in being reminded of the road trip there and back.   I love the chance to 'step out of my norm' and play big!

I don't normally Chuck, but when I do I feel rather "cool" and am reminded life is short, so sometimes Chuck's over a practical loafer are just the ticket!   :)

...This Holiday Stinks..."...And behind curtain no. #1!" !

Sometimes you VACATION sometimes you STAYCATION, this year is more of the latter.    We'll take a day here and there or an overnight once or twice, but overall this summer is more a staycation.

All in all and everything aside; EVERYTHING, we're trying to be really thankful.

Before the summer had begun, actually last fall it, was mentioned our Septic Tank needed to be replaced, at least by the summer.   I followed that with a, "Whaaaaaat?", and then, "No, no, no, that can't be?"!   It just seems to be a theme of sorts this year!
My husband replied, "I know, it's shitty isn't it?".  
I'm thinking, well, YES, it is shitty and that's without even thinking about the fact it's shitty punny!
The whole notion this is how things are going really stinks.   I know, another punny knowing the context...or content!

Of course the  #$@&%*! was the first thing that came to my mind and may have slipped across my lips and into the atmosphere, but then I settled with the reality that that, is just the way it is.  

So the day comes round and the old tank is emptied; with very little stench in the air,  and over the course of the day the new one installed.   With it all unfolding before us and our visiting family, it all makes for an "exciting" day of sorts; yes of sorts.    The goings on makes our home the centre of interest on our street!   OK, there are only two homes on our street and this particular week we'd provided all of the interest.   One day prior we had a moving truck in our driveway as our son and his partner prepared to head off to new adventures.

I have to give the workers on the job credit as in between each load of dirt taken away they have to wait for the truck to return to proceed, just adding to the shitiness of the days work.  You know, sitting around doing nothing and not being able to stop yourself from thinking there is anything you would rather be doing!   A long day.

At the end of it all, despite the disruption to our yard, home, LOL...toileting practices, and yes, vacation plans coming to fruition, it's now done and we have a shiny new, empty(ish) tank installed and a new canvas of fresh disruptedness to play with!    OH, and that first flush....excitement and excited relief, it all works!    HAPPY  STAYCATION!

 THE BIG REVEAL!

Aaaaaand, ....












OH t's a Brand New Septic Tank!!!!!










Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, WOW...and I thought this would be so shitty!!!!!

It happens....life.

I see by my last post that it's been QUITE some time since my last post!    Honestly I hadn't thought it to be THAT long ago!   If you should happen to follow my here in any degree and by chance had wondered when I might post again, I do apologize for the wait.   It certainly isn't for lack of blog fodder, quite the opposite and I suppose living through life experiences and being caught up in the moments passing, not hiding out, just finding oneself too busy to write about them.   It may be that I was simply too lazy...sadly, a little bit of that so true.

Along the daily path of this life I can't begin to count how many times either quietly in my own mind or loudly I announce, "That's blog worthy right there!",  I have had pause to realize there is much to blog about on most days.    I've had some wonderful days since that last addition, wonderful experiences, but also some not so wonderful experiences nor such counted as wonderful days.    I often say to myself, "...but that's life!", realizing life is an ongoing tour of hills n' valley's, great days and not so great days and I'll take each as they come.    While we are cruising those hills and valleys; literally and not so literally, time rolls right on by and of course there are things we plan to do, hope to do and realize some we never quite did so we carry on, make note and try our best to plan to accomplish the unaccomplished, or think we might.

I am here now and making a vow to write in this beloved blog from where I might be at the time, at least once a week!    I work best under pressure so this sounds like a solid possibility!
Hang in there, life keeps happening so lots to share!
'Til then! 

What's the Prognosis? Dr. Who?

Filling out the form full of questions about my medical history, including "what is your ultrasound for", I hesitate.    I'm not completely sure what I'm there for.    Even going over the list of upcoming appointments I am a little unsure whether this ties into one of the other appt.'s or what!

Not long and I am just about finished filling out the questions and the Ultrasound Tech calls me in.    When she asks me my doctor's name I give her the name of my family doctor and she says, Oh, it's not Dr. F?  
"Oh, oh yes, from Peterborough.", I reply, "That's him, that's why I'm here!"!   We both laugh.   On the sheet I had written 'chest' where they ask what the ultrasound is for; another spot under observation. I followed "chest" with a question mark because I simply wasn't sure which follow-up this was!  This time last year I had gone under the knife for a benign tumour in my neck; Oct. 1st and this was THAT follow up before my next follow up appointment with the specialist!

Well now I know, July/August  and Oct. to Dec. I have enough Dr. visits to make ME question why I'm Here or there, when at other times I have felt certain the Dr.'s might be questioning my arrival, though they have assured me otherwise!

A Mother's Daughter.

Tonight while visiting my parents, there was that moment when my Mom gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.   It stayed with me as I walked to my car.
That moment you (again) realize just how precious she is to you and you are to her.   I hope my own daughter realizes that's exactly how it is.   Daughters or sons, your dad or your mom.

Losing My Head

Sorting out the first item of intended business I then followed up with the second item on my intended agenda while at the pharmacy.   The second a little more complicated in sharing my confusion with regards to a received message from my doctor's office.   The pharmacist, very patient with me in trying to make all points understood and then make summary of where the problem lay.   I am grateful to have been understood, thank the pharmacist, tell her to take care and head for the parking lot.
She calls out, "Were you going to wait for that?", meaning the "first item of intended business".  
I turn and come back.

"Oh, yes, I am going to wait!", I say.
I prepare to sit and wait, then turn back once again, "Can you imagine if we actually had to remember to attach our heads?".  
We both laugh.   I think to myself, it's hard enough on a good day but; seriously, no laughing matter considering the "other" days!!!