Our neighbor who lives the second house down is from Des Moines. Now for those who don’t know, I’m originally from Des Moines. She’s probably a decade older than I am so we wouldn’t have the same friends…..and she went to a high school on the other side of Des Moines…interestingly enough my high school’s chief rival back in the 70s. We see each other on the street occasionally but she comes down to visit during City wide garage sales and that’s how our common geography somehow came out.
The Quality of the USPS here in small town Missouri suffers during the month before Christmas. It is actually so irritating that I could do an entire blog rant about it but Right now I don’t need to build the drama in my head. We have metal mailboxes every so often on the street. Each box contains 8 little boxes and the mail person has taped inside each little box a card with the residents name and street address. With that being said, today when I gathered the mail, there was no mail with our name in it but was full of mail for my Des Moines neighbor. I knocked on the door to drop it off and spent a significant amount of time with her taking a tour of the house, talking our like political leanings and had a wonderful visit with this fellow cat lady. On the way home, I once again had one of those “what are the chances” thoughts in my head that two women from a city of approximately 200,000 would end up neighbors in a town of just north of 8,000 people 4 hours south.
Until I saw him standing in the driveway shielding himself from the wind in his socks and t shirt….oh and he had jeans on trying to figure out if I had been kidnapped or was laying dead at the curb. I’m well taken care of …. although I did think it would be a great ending if squad cars running lights and sirens would have squealed around the corner…………..
Until next time….
I made a Facebook connection awhile back with a classmate of mine…if memory serves, we actually were classmates from kindergarten through graduation. I call him a classmate because we weren’t really friends….we knew each other and existed in the same world. We didn’t socialize or even, for the most part, share friends. So…I’m not really sure how we connected on Facebook…and the true bonus here is I also connected with his wife…a Facebook friendship I cherish but don’t understand.
The middle paragraph and middle part of this story is really a question: is there really some universe thing that connects peoples souls? some intuitive connection that brings together virtual strangers? The feeling that you have really known them all of your life….well, with Chuck, I guess I have known him for 56 years. This little mystery of human connection …. deeper human connection that just Hi, how is your day? “Have a good day” relationship. Are we brought together for a reason? It’s all such a mystery….
Bottom line…these connections, our lingering friendships and trusting others with the deepest parts of ourselves, inviting others to take a seat in our life….this the whipped cream on our pumpkin pie!
Until next time.
I think that once there is a crack in my expectations and therefore personal choices, the liquid drips out until I have a steady flow before other people’s judgements and opinions start jamming up the mess again! I have a steady flow right now!
I have welcomed Inputs and experiences this past week putting aside my prior expectations and preconceived beliefs and came away with peace of mind and understanding. Who knew that just opening my heart, receiving what felt good and blocking as unimportant the experiences that bring me angst, could have a profound affect on my outlook 🙄!
We all have choices…the difference for me is going to be the ability to move forward putting into action what is right for me and closing off the opinions and rules of others.
Onward and upward!
Until next time….
Made my way into my mind’s rational room where all the figurines are placed in their appropriate place….all in a week where the skies are gloomy and the temps below average. Every morning, I tried to think of the day’s gloomy weather like wearing an oversized t shirt with my old Walmart sweatpants. Comfortable, safe and familiar as opposed to having to push myself out the door into warmth and sunshine wearing jeans, boots and a noticeable red shirt!
I’m approaching 9 months of being medication free. I’ve learned that I no longer have the option of pharm to put me in a stupor in order to not feel anything….I must recognize the signs that anxiety is creeping in day to day or actually just event to event. Perhaps I’m a slow learner or more likely I just don’t have the discipline yet to work the skills I’ve learned to ease the symptoms when they first appear?
This night time irrational anxiety is a bitch! but this week, I grabbed it with all of my strength and won again. Practice makes perfect, right?
Until next time…..
I remember when my girls were in preschool….Lollipop Lane…Grandparents were invited around Thanksgiving for a special day. My girls were lucky to live in the same town as both sets of grandparents so were accompanied by Gmas and Gpas Brown and Green. After these pre-Thanksgiving events, the girls would come home with Reindeer made out of clothespins made by the Grandparents and themselves. The same grandparents day craft event…. 6 years apart. I put all of those reindeer clothespins on the Christmas Trees for many years even after they were adults. I wasn’t even part of the craftmaking but these Christmas ornaments probably meant more to me than they did to the girls.
I received a Text message from Jenny tonight confirming Papa and Grandma were attending Grandparent Day at Preschool later this month. I, seriously, had a couple tears slide down my cheeks. I’m a Grandma. Back in the day, I really never considered the possibility that I would one day be old enough let alone actually have grandchildren. I’m ecstatic about going with Jax to preschool. An old-age rite of passage, so to speak!
Until next time….
Him: farming, angus, fields
Me: when we get home, I can get the laundry done today and back in the camper before he takes it to be winterized Monday, should I strip the bed when we get home or wait until spring so they will be clean, sure wish I would have frozen some water yesterday so the food in the coolers will be okay…I guess if the frozen veg thaw too much I can just toss them. Holy crap there are a lot of dead armadillos…used to only see them further south…see them around KC now..what on earth would cause them to go north and why are they all dead.
Are we normal?
The brother-in-law and the bestie came for a visit Friday night and Saturday. Obviously ordered by the mental health angels. We began our trip to Bennett Spring feeling loved and centered!
As happens every time we drive down into the park my heart sang with old memories of happiness and making new memories with him. After setting up, we headed to the lodge for dinner at 4:30 …. exactly the way old people are supposed to do it. I have hope every time we are here that the food will improve but I swear they can’t even pull off a tasty hamburger…we are repeat customers mostly because of the ambiance and history. The lodge along with most all of the other buildings and bridges here were built by the CCC in the 30’s.
After dinner we hit the park store to check for off season sales and to scope out my future purchases.
We bought a couple of ball caps which were a necessity because it started raining. After a hot and humid day on the stream, rain brings on the eerie fog which roles from the spring down the stream. Fisherman actually are lost from View by the fog.
…..and when we got back to the campsite…
Or not my first rodeo but today ….. put it in Perspective.
I have had a headache for a little over a month. I’ve been on two rounds of antibiotics, 5 days of prednisone and now on steroidal eye drops. I’m better today….it’s just a vague headache but I’m really out of sorts and it has thrown my entire peaceful agenda into disarray. Okay….it isn’t really the headache….it is my REACTION to not feeling well.
- He’s only a 23 pound 9 month old child who is a charmer who smiles all of the time and has a voracious appetite.. unless he is tired and needs a nap….then his screaming can peel paint from the walls. He’s only a 23 pound baby….it’s just a thing until it isn’t a thing…he’s one of the loves of my life!
- I killed at least 13 flies in the house yesterday and have already killed 5 this morning. They have to be coming in from somewhere. They are only flies…they aren’t snakes or dinosaurs. They are only flies.
- It is September 21st and there is a heat advisory out for this area. Heat and humidity for crying out loud. I can’t stand the humidity. It’s just hot, princess….you can spend your time indoors in the air conditioning.
- Trump is still President and the republicans are trying to take away healthcare and innocent souls are dying because of global warning, okay…..you are on to something there….put it into Perspective….I CAN’T.
Until next time…..
Free will to make decisions, yes…actually being in control….no, not really.
I am a recovering control freak! I’ve spent many years making firm decisions, manipulating situations and other people so that things could or would be done “correctly”. There are few people that I willingly allowed dominance over me and usually this was accomplished by fellow manipulators….or perhaps I should include those who held a superior roll in my life…like bosses or parents. I usually figured it out eventually. When I look back on it, I don’t really regret my weaknesses because I learned the lessons and eventually recognized the signs.
Back in the day when I would adjust the TV Guides and remotes on the coffee table several times a day, become angry when things were not done the way I thought they should be done, I started realizing that this wasn’t about the TV Guide, etc at all. It was actually a power move to have control over things I thought I COULD control….and these were very insignificant things when viewing the big picture.
I now see control as an illusion in order to protect ourselves. My Kidney cancer diagnosis was one of those face slaps that brought reality to the forefront. Bad things happen, relationships cease to function and sometimes….it’s just a fact….life does not always work out they way we demand and/or plan. We have our hopes and dreams but the bottom line we must just react on a daily basis to life. I’m finding that life is so much easier and peaceful when I don’t have carved in stone expectations of others or situations. We don’t really control anything, we make wrong and right decisions based on the facts we are given. Control freaks are difficult people and speaking from experience, I don’t think they are generally happy people…we are afraid of the unknown and I think we cause ourselves more grief when we are unwilling to just “roll with it”!
Until next time….
While on my meditative walk tonight, I realized that occasionally ….like tonight….I feel like I’m wearing some type of invisible armor. It’s not like I physically don this armor or perhaps more like bubble wrap…it’s just there. I feel safe, I like being with me.
I have 10 years of ninasusan blogs and many pages of less articulate screaming-in-my-head saved in my own personal diary…pages in spiral notebooks and on my computer….i was always attempting to find a reason why I felt like a victim all of the time …. why I was damaged…..why I couldn’t get my shit together and stop the angry voice! Searching, searching!
I THINK that only a handful of people in my life knew of my angst and hatefulness. I THINK I presented myself as confident, sane and loving. We never, ever know what hardships and heartaches our friends may be going through.
But the fact of the matter is this: if we are wallowing in our own self pity and not liking who we are deep down in our soul…our private stash of pain, it takes the DESIRE and self reflection to sort it out and seek the answers. No one is going to be able to fix me other than me. I heard so many times that you have to love yourself before you can love others…I always thought that sounded trite. I related it to loving the way I look…the societal view of outer physical beauty and I knew I would never get there. What I believe it really means is loving what is deep down there inside…what others can’t see….or they do see from our actions and words…we just don’t know they can see it.
One step at a time…casting out the demons…the envious, judgemental thoughts that we feel about others which manifests by the way we treat people mentally and verbally.
It’s a process….always a work in progress…listening to those people closest to us that have the guts to tell us the truth then listening to the dialogue in our head and then one day at a time…rephrasing that dialogue.
My thoughts about me tonight. I’m doing the work…the walk is uphill most of the time…but the occasional downhill peace of mind is love and inner peace.
Until next time….