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It's National fill in the blank day
I'm sorry (not really), but would someone explain why we have so many "National" days?
In the last week there's been National Dance Day (which is great for getting at least a few people off their proverbial backsides), National Lipstick Day (honest injun), National Lasagna Day and National Cheesecake Day-do we really need a special day for everything?
I read that there's a national clown day, peanut butter day and even a national pickle day!
Next thing will be a national whole grain cereal for lunch day! (Maybe there is and I missed the announcement) Why not a national margarine day? I personally would love a national "new and different way to prepare chicken" day.
Maybe I could make a list and sent it to my local senator and congressman?
It could be something akin to:
Dear politician who supposedly does something for my hometown,
I want you to know that I've canvassed my home and the members in it who vote promise to work at getting you re-elected if you get the following subjects a day to call their own and the rest of us can either celebrate or get a day off work for:
1) National torn rotator cuff day
2) National gout medication day
3) National Humira shot evening
4) National eat high fiber cereal day
5) National day for those of us sick and tired of trying to get Medicare to understand they can't take back money from disabled Americans day.
6) National wear a lot of make-up day (another for not wearing any)
7) National don't wear a bra day (men, make up your own clothing item not to wear-Steve chose "ties")
8) National I want to use the air-conditioner in my home day without later having to give up eating day
9) And last National "stop making needless national celebration days" day.
What do you think? Anyone want to add a few to the list?
Maybe I'm getting crankier as I go on in life-but really, do we need a day to celebrate lipstick, salty foods or fat cell producing treats?
I'm hoping my Scrooge-like demeanor brings some new comments and maybe an opposite point of view to be blogged about at a later date. I'll probably name it "National Cranky Blog" day.
Wouldn't You Know
Lately our world just seems to be one big whirlwind. One parent moving away, the other set moving close. Our son moving and starting a new job. Our daughter-in-law and grand pets moving in. The latter two selling their condo and doing it in record time.
All this while the usual craziness called "life" just keeps on swirling around at whiplash speed.
In the next week, I will be re-starting physical therapy and having a third epidural. I've also got about three doctors' appointments scheduled and a couple of social/business coffees on the docket.
I'm sitting here writing up this week's blog now because I'm stalling.
I'm supposed to be writing of a story on the values of square dancing for seniors. It's fun and interesting, but I'm having the worst time coming up with my opening line-so I'm trying to distract myself enough that my brain will then cooperate and come through for me.
So far, not working.
I did write a story on a fascinating artist named Fitz Maurice. She's world renowned and has some beautiful pieces completed for an upcoming solo exhibit in Laguna Beach. I also submitted an interesting feature on the grandmother of Olympic swimmer Jason Lezak and another on the new Anti-Defamation League Southern California director, Melissa Carr.
As you can tell, I'm not exactly just sitting here doing my best to not work-I've put out a good deal of interesting stories, but for some reason, that opening line on square dancing is eluding me-big time.
It has to be an attention grabber. "Grab a partner and dos-i-do your way to all kinds of good health" does NOT seem to be what I'm after.
I don't know why I'm having trouble with this. But I am. In fact, Sarah just sent me an e-mail saying she needed the booking numbers for the Carnival cruises that we took way back in 1988 and 1997. I gladly even put writing to you all aside for 15 minutes while I looked for the scrapbooks to find the numbers.
Maybe I should give in to my lack of wanting to write for the time being. I haven't done the treadmill yet and the dogs are outside. The sun is out; I need a third cup of coffee.
I'm still stalling.
Hmmm, I was invited to join in on the square dancing last week-they're meeting again tomorrow. Could be that what I need is to join in on the fun. I know I am no longer exactly able to swing any partner around-but there are members of the group who have Parkinson's disease, plenty with arthritis and a few participants in their 90's-surely no one will notice my lack of dexterity.
It's a new thought-let me think it over. By the time I finish and post this entry on Friday, I'll let you know how it turns out.
For now, that coffee and game of fetch with Lily and Billy are calling to me with strength that even the whirlwind of life isn't strong enough to stop me from heading outside to the sun.
(I finished the story a day later AND was informed that another story of mine will be in another upcoming Chicken Soup for the Soul book-coming out the end of October!)
My mom has regaled many a time about the fact that I had to take a nap until I was in kindergarten.
"Even after you were in first grade, you needed your naps."
I was what people have termed "sickly". I constantly had viruses that would knock me out with high fevers and all that goes with being ill.
After first grade, I stopped napping. Then I went to the extreme-once I was up and had my coffee, I didn't stop until I went to sleep. (Yes, since I was allergic to milk my mother did give me a cup of Joe. She figured it was something hot and according to her I needed that) I'm in no way a "morning" person, but I'd be up and got through my list of "to-do's" and then some. Even if I was sick, no nap for me.
Lately, I haven't been sleeping well-no position has been found that is comfortable, no physical therapy exercise that relieves the pain, no orthopedic item that makes it easy to rest and I'm allergic to pain meds to the point where the only one left barely takes the edge off long enough to get into that all mighty REM sleep.
That said-Sam (our daughter-in-law) and I were watching something on television and I fell into a light sleep. Then this morning I was working my NY Times crossword and realized that I was nodding off!
I don't like to give in-but I decided to listen to what my body was coercing me to do. Yes, I went to our bedroom, closed the door and I took a nap.
It wasn't a long one-only a half hour and when I woke up I did feel better, but when you've only slept about 6 hours in 2 days it isn't near what a body needs.
The good part about that nap was that even at 54 I learned that just saying you listen to your body and give it what it needs is totally different than actually doing it.
Our son Adam loves his naps. Steve will put on some awful movie and then go to sleep. Sarah is like me-runs herself into the ground and then hopes she gets some rest. Sam just says "Good night" and goes to sleep.
The animals are great about getting naps-the cats are always finding somewhere to plop down and sleep until they hear the dinner bell or the call that it's snack time. Billy loves his naps-he can sleep on our den sofa for hours and then as soon as he hears Sam say "Let's go to bed." It's a race to the bedroom and he's out for the night.
Before I close-here's a cute little animal story: Lily decided that after watching both Toby and Pepper climb in and out of the domed litter box that if it was good for them, why not her?!
Sam thought she was doing something gross in the laundry room and went to stop the dirty deed and started laughing when she saw her girl in the box with her nose sticking out.
I'm all for litter box training dogs-especially if you live in what good be very uncomfortable weather to send them out in and then clean up after them. I'm thinking snow and deadly heat.
And now, it felt so good to just lie down and actually sleep I've decided to go try it again, right now. Talk to you all next week.
Yes, I'm miffed. A few weeks ago a couple of anniversary presents given to me by my one and only had "issues". We took it to what we thought was "our reliable jeweler".
I did do a blog about the anniversary band-the one where the jeweler said that the center store was, quote, "cracked in half and had to be replaced" and I mentioned that my tennis bracelet had been "in the safe" because a stone came out and subsequently lost.
Thanks to my wonderful sister who had dismantled a ring she didn't like, she gave me a stone that fit perfectly into the spot. And thanks to our daughter-in-law who had had a wonderful experience at a different large jewelry chain, we went there to have it "fixed".
This chain (I don't want you to think I'm doing anything other than praising them-So they start with a J and end with a D-if you're interested in more-leave a remark) replaced the stone, took care of the prongs, checked the rest, polished and cleaned it and had it back to me within 3 hours and it was only $79! All the while, we were still on the third week of waiting for my ring to come back from the other place's "plan B" jeweler after I told them NO WAY to their "plan A".
Finally, jeweler #1 called and said it would be $180 dollars and they wouldn't be able to give me a guarantee because "after all we now know the diamond is cracked". I thanked them and said I was coming to pick it up and go for another estimate.
Wouldn't you know it? When I got there the manager came over and wanted me to know "I don't do this for everyone, but I'll throw in a thorough cleaning and polishing".
I thanked her again and said if we decided to have them do the work they'd see me. I went straight over to our new jeweler-who told me that while the stone had a "slight flaw", there was no crack and they could re-tip the entire ring, polish it up and have it back to me within an hour-all for less than HALF THE FREAKIN' COST of the other store!!
Needless to say-I now am back to having both my bracelet and anniversary band on and my wedding set (as well as my husband's band) are also clean and sparkling.
With businesses of all sorts going belly up right and left as well as up and down-you'd think even the largest of chains would take a hint about the importance of both customer service and honesty.
Shame on the one store (who for anyone who is wondering start's with a Z and ends in S and if you need more of a hint, leave me a remark) who will now only see us when our 6 month check comes around and Kudos and then some to the store we will now spread the word on-they've earned our respect and the praises we're heaping on them.
Plus, I love having my bling bling back!
I Don't Know
Really, I don't. Since the news of our son quickly getting a new job and moving to be near his sister, I've been hit with the following questions and the answer remains the same:
I Don't Know. I Wish I did but I Don't.
1) Now that Adam's leaving the state-are you next?
2)How long will it take for the kids to sell their condo?
3)What do your parents think of this? (Actually, I do know come to think about it-pretty much the same as we do. They understand, wish him buckets of success, but will miss him very much.)
4)What kind of home will they buy?
5)Does he like the new company better already?
6)Where exactly will they settle? (Plans are to be close to our daughter, but how can they determine that now?)
7)If you move, will you be happy?
Let's face it-life is so uncertain that while I might have a clue, I can't say anything certainly.
Then there are the questions that I possibly have an answer for?
1)Do you think he did the right thing? Yes, yes I do.
2)If your husband does the same, do you think it's the right thing? Yes, yes I do.
3)Will you like it? Let's just say I'll love seeing him happy again and appreciated. I love being near my kids. But I'll hate leaving my home, my doctors and what few firm writing jobs I have.
4)Will you enjoy the heat? Yes, for the most part. I know when I'm there that the cliché of "it's a dry heat" is so. I feel better when I'm there.
Like this week's blog-I wish I could have more sure answers, some witty or funny responses, but I don't. I wish I did, but I don't.
And since I'm not sure about anything, I'm ending this week right here.
Laugh and Cry
This week has been quite a roller-coaster emotionally for me.
Our son had a job interview in Phoenix. He was excited and
went with the frame of mind that he had the job. Our daughter-in-law went with him-all on his given days off. We had "custody" of the grand pups.
They stayed with our daughter and surprised (read that scared the pants off) our nephews by hiding behind furniture and having them find them.
"Grandma, Uncle Adam and Auntie Sam scared us and we screamed!"
Our daughter was thrilled to have her kid brother-if only for the brief 48 hours. She wanted him to get the job as much as he wanted to get it. Sarah's need for us all to move closer has been quite clear from the start.
His interview was Wednesday morning-they planned on leaving right afterwards to come pick up the dogs.
But his wish came true and he wound up staying at interview #1 for 2 hours and then going straight into #2 for another 2 hours. The job offer was made and his starting date is July 9th.
He sounds happier and more relaxed than I've heard him in over a year. Let's face it, working 100 hours a week and then told that it isn't near enough is not exactly music to any employees ears.
Our daughter-in-law will remain here with us until the condo is sold and her job ends at the end of summer.
I'm thrilled for them and missing them already. I'm happy at my son sounding happy and crying because I know that now both my kids and my adopted kids will no longer be either down the street or even in the state.
And to make matters worse, my husband wishes he could sell our home and join them in their new home state as well.
It's not that I don't want to be there with them-I really do. But when you have health conditions that require as many meds as I do-all of them unaffordable without group insurance-even with Medicare (that is a whole other blog, but I'm not through steaming about that enough to type without breaking my keyboard over yet) to "help" out, it paralyzes you in fear about the 90 new policy activation that most employers have in their hiring practices.
I seemed to have done right by my kids-they are fearless and jump into any and all changes without the need for a net. I don't know how they got to be so brave, but my admiration is strong on that subject.
On more of a financial but just as emotional roller-coaster, last week my husband and I were running errands and we decided since we were passing by the local mall that we'd stop in and have our wedding rings checked and cleaned. We did just do it the end of April, but I had some stuff caught in my engagement ring, so we just had everything we were wearing checked.
Since the loss of a diamond out of my tennis bracelet last month, (it too was just checked) I'm uber-vigilant about re-checks.
Good thing-the center prong on my anniversary band was damaged. It was sent in for an estimate and the jeweler called to say, "It will be $15.65." I repeated the amount and said to go ahead with the repair.
He called back right away and said, "You okayed that pretty fast, so I wanted to make sure you knew it was "$1,500.65."
"No, that is not what you said, I even repeated the amount. Why on earth would a prong cost that much????"
Turns out that the jeweler found a crack in the stone.
Really? Great, just dandy.
When I told my husband, as expected, he informed me that my ring would now be put into the safe with my bracelet.
All of this, just when we were just beginning to see a glimmer of sunshine.