Showing posts from February, 2011


Don't you sometimes wish you could hit the REWIND button on your life?  Maybe to go back to the moment before you made a huge decision...that you now see was exactly the wrong decision to make.  Possibly to go back to before you said something you wish you hadn't said to someone.  Or, just to go back to the moment you thought "I don't have time to stop for gas this morning; I'm running late already.  I'll stop this afternoon on the way home."  Yeah, right.

I downloaded some photos from a couple of weekends ago, and it allowed me to hit REWIND on my own life...if only for a brief period.  Back to before we had gotten the news about Mom's lung cancer...and our whole focus changed.

Missy M was here then with my grand-dogs her sweetie-pie-mutt-mutts, Dixie and Ella Rae.  They are both such bundles of energy...and make it almost impossible to snap a decent photo.  Believe me, I tried!  All I had to show for my efforts was a half-frame shot like this (

A Good Report

You know it's going to be a good day when your first daffodil blooms, right?

Although things are not back to normal around here, I did want to post a report that we've had a good weekend.  ["Back to normal?"  What the heck is that?  I'd have a hard time defining "normal" now that we are dealing with Momma's diagnosis of lung cancer.  Oh well.]

Since Nana/Momma/Edith's pain management doctor increased her Duragesic patch from 50 to 75 last week, her pain has been better-controlled...and, without too much "fuzziness" of words or thoughts that morphine can sometimes bring on. AW, her BFF that lives just a few minutes away, has been over and has called regularly; don't know what we'd do without her. Additionally, my brother J was here from Nashville for a short visit, so that helped lift her spirits; he'll be returning sooner rather than later, I'm sure. T (our half-brother from KY, who is the spitting image of our father …

The Final Steps of the Journey

Those of you who know me know that I'm a glass-is-half-full person.  I always look for the positive in situations; the silver lining in the clouds.  I can usually see humor...sometimes in the strangest places.  And, I live by the credo:  Just put one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward, no matter what.

Today, I'm struggling.  I'm in shock.  And, I'm finding it awfully hard to find anything positive to say.

First, some background.  Most of you know that my mother (AKA:  Nana/Momma/Edith or N/M/E) lives with us...has lived with us since my Daddy died nearly 21 years ago.  I know, I know...that arrangement doesn't work for everyone, and we've certainly had our share of rough spots along the way.  Three generations under one roof for many of those years.  Fortunately, we've made it this far, and we're all still speaking to one another.

Mom's had more than her fair share of health concerns in her lifetime.  She's endured so many surger…

Whoosh! There Went Another Weekend!!

OK.  Where did the weekend go?  It was Thursday...and now it's Monday already.  I'd look under the bed to see if those 3 days are hiding there, but I'm afraid of what else I might find.  It wasn't that we wasted the time,'s just that there wasn't enough to suit.
We didn't let (first) the sleet or (next) the rain-rain-and-more-rain deter us from our date on Friday.  Mr. T and I headed East on I-40 to Raleigh for the soothing sounds of the NC Symphony, followed by some tasty treats at the Irregardless Cafe (photo, left). Winners on both counts!  I had started a baby sweater (not for anyone in particular; had just the right yarn, found a cute pattern in a magazine that I wanted to try, and needed something that was plain knit and purl, at least on a portion...:), so I worked on that during the performance, getting most of the back done by the final notes...I find that simple knitting helps me focus on the music. 

Then, taking a chance on tr…

68 One Day...38 The Next

What a tease.  The weather turned "unseasonably" warm this past weekend, and we headed outside with a skip in our steps.  It was fantastic!  And, it was fleeting.  But, before I begin bemoaning the return of the thirties, let me dwell for a few paragraphs on the thrill of the sixties...however brief it be.

  On Saturday, we broke out the Mantis tiller we've borrowed from Missy M.  She's got raised beds in her garden now, so she doesn't use it anymore.  It was just sitting in her shed, so we shifted it to NC several months ago.  Haven't had a chance to crank'er up until now.  And, since the ground was still a bit too damp from the recent snows for the Big Boy Tiller, we decided to give the little lady one a try.

Mr. T got the motor going and tilled up some rows around the back of our mailbox (photo, left), expanding the flower bed we put in last year. 

  You see, I had purchased some Blue Star hyacinth bulbs (photo, right) in November (past the time f…