After my last posting titled, “Columbus Dispatch”, my loving son the Spanish Professor called to ask how I’m doing. He had read the story with a bit of concern for his usually strongest-woman-in-the-world mother.
“I’m okay. I’m really just fine,” I assured my oldest child. "My back is better, thank goodness for Motrin!
"I'm able to sit up and take nourishment," - as John M. from Berrien Springs likes to say when asked how he's doing.
I use this website as a way to vent. As a sounding board. As a lesson in life. To encourage and offer a helping hand and listening ear. I may need to have a better sense of humor, but Dusty Angels is always the TRUTH through my eyes.
Last Monday was probably the worst career day of anybody at my job. New computer programs can send anybody to Mars and back, but in this case, it was imperative that we get the job done so our patients could get proper care, and the stress all over the building was like a pressure cooker.
We should have all gotten on the loudspeaker and did a hip-hip hooray at the same time to ease the tension!
Several happy things to report today...
I found some new scripting in the snow and it looks like our favorite Ohio Gopher has been out and about. The message was saved HERE. Don't save the site to your favorites from "HERE" but please add this blogsite to your favorites. http://autumnspring55.blogspot.com/ (The email at the top of his site should read, hireaveteran@usa.com ) You won’t want to miss his occasional outings from the burrow!
I got an email yesterday from a VERY favorite person and former boss I had lost track of. She was owner of Teresa’s Country Homes in Berrien Springs, Michigan. Her eldercare homes were the BEST in Berrien County. It was a joy and pleasure to work for her. (She’s in my book for those who had read, Dusty Angels and Old Diaries and she hasn’t even read the book yet.)
EnglishRose Photography got a nice break from someone whose name I can’t mention. But such kindnesses are few and far between. Thank-you Mike!
Our landscape got about 4 inches of beautiful soft snow last night. Today it sparkled over the land bringing out all the colors of the rainbow. It helped ease the bitter single digit cold and bone chilling wind. I wish you could have watched Sheba running and almost dancing through the back yard. Finally, she just lay down and put her nose into the blanket of snow. No pictures. It was just a tad too cold for me to spend that long outside.
Here's a joke. Jim didn't laugh but I'll tell it anyway...
Q. Why didn't the elephants want to play cards in the jungle?
A. There were too many cheetahs.
Haa Haa Hee Hee
I’ll repeat the first paragraph because it’s so important.
I found some new scripting in the snow and it looks like our favorite Ohio Gopher has been out and about. The message was saved HERE. Add this blogsite to your favorites. http://autumnspring55.blogspot.com/ (The email at the top of his site should read, hireaveteran@usa.com ). You won’t want to miss his occasional outings from the burrow!
Hurray for hubby James - the only gopher in the Midwest to have a website!
~Linda
1 comment:
This is not a joke, but hope it brings a smile to your face (it made me laugh).
George Carlin's Views on Aging
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.
"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.
You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.
"How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?
You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone.
But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.
You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!
You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!
HOW TO STAY YOUNG
1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let
the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay "them "
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love,
whether it's family, pets,keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
9 Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
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