tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80393702024-03-17T23:04:15.973-04:00One Day at a TimeTaborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comBlogger2045125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-11947581875319610122024-02-27T11:34:00.001-05:002024-02-27T11:34:28.308-05:00And at the End of the Day..
I have been busy or perhaps just need more recovery time before taking up the blog again. For instance, today I have my cleaning helper, the arrival of a plumber to fix the leaking bar sink in the kitchen (something I could do if I pretzel myself once again) and in the afternoon some overnight company is coming in from Connecticut. A younger me would have shrugged my shoulders while the Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-36636222448672811802024-01-28T13:30:00.000-05:002024-01-28T13:30:24.611-05:00When the Ceiling is Starting to Fall
Imagine that when you get up in the morning the ceiling to your abode looks about 1/4 inch lower. You do not notice it at first, but something is wrong and you know it, even though you cannot put your finger on it. You go to an Architect and he looks at the ceiling and says not to worry because it seems just fine to him. The next morning you get up and you are sure that the ceilingTaborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-79745296186533799142024-01-24T10:13:00.002-05:002024-01-24T10:13:14.078-05:00Catch!My breath that is...I am just trying to catch... my...breath. I was looking forward to a break after the holidays, maybe daily bubble baths, maybe reading some books from a series...actually re-reading them. Sipping a bourbon and soda while watching a Britbox mystery.But even before the first cold snap of January, I found that my weeks were filling once again. Doctor's Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-24124274211953726922024-01-11T09:47:00.000-05:002024-01-11T09:47:08.829-05:00Some Trivia and There Will NOT Be a Test. 2024 arrived here with several days of heavy rain and winds. Cities to the north are flooded, but they lie close to the Bay and usually flood when rains are this heavy and tides this high. We sit on a small hill that is about 18-20 feet above high tide and thus should be dry until we move or pass on. The water did wash over our dock.
We went up to the daughter's house for Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-2889396180320115762023-12-30T14:24:00.008-05:002023-12-30T14:30:38.865-05:00Hanging In ThereFinally, the tail end of the long winter celebration is almost done. I have my son and DIL and their little girl coming down this evening. We will be going to a "Festival in the Lights' on the evening of New Year's Day. It is a precious time and I have filled the freezer and refrigerator with pre-made foods. I am nursing a very mild virus (not acting like a cold and not acting like the flu), Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-43731595348467948192023-12-17T10:03:00.000-05:002023-12-17T10:03:10.119-05:00Nostalgia
I am amazed every holiday season, but perhaps this one more than others, at how fast time is moving and how my days are truly numbered. Age creeps up on humans like a snail from across the meadow, but when that snail is within eyesight, you can really see that it is MOVING!!Below is a photo I took about six or seven years ago. That sweet tall boy is now in college! Being the Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-20646384605060706832023-11-22T09:28:00.000-05:002023-11-22T09:28:38.101-05:00Sometimes We Get More Than We Need
In the United States, we have the beginning of the 'holiday season' which means some families can panic even more about their budget for gifts, some retirees will spend outside their budget limit for the grandchildren in order to be loved, some people will eat too much and be outside their calorie budget for most of the winter, some folks will be under their climate limit and wishfully want Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-60014419165944954482023-11-16T16:19:00.007-05:002023-11-16T16:23:18.401-05:00Not an Imelda, This One
The onset of dementia in someone you love is very much like a mosquito that you think has moved on. It gets bothering to the point of you wanting to smash it against a wall somewhere and then it disappears for hours or perhaps days, and you hurry to forget it was ever there. But it never dies or leaves for good and comes back demanding your attention once again.
The last few trips we Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-30947639338794956512023-11-11T09:03:00.000-05:002023-11-11T09:03:32.495-05:00It is a HallmarkI visited the dentist a few days ago. I had a chipped crown and was not looking forward to the replacement. As I waited in the chair, I formulated a plan. The crown replacement would come to over $1,000 much of which I would have to pay. I was in no pain and I thought maybe he could just fill in the chipped area. I suggested that and he agreed and I ended up getting Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-8950048487793433542023-11-02T12:29:00.011-04:002023-11-02T12:30:50.311-04:00Attention Blog Readers
I may not comment on your blog, but that does not mean I did not read it, think about and sometimes attempt to comment. I have noticed that if I turn off Ad Blocker on my browser for specific blogs it will allow me to comment. That in itself seems odd. But there are still some blogs that I used to be able to make comments on and now cannot. Birds and Nature in the Forest of Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-74305454349765188212023-10-27T11:43:00.000-04:002023-10-27T11:43:26.373-04:00Very Cool Part IIHere is Part II of our short morning paddle down the river and back into a little gunk hole. Our little finger of the river takes less than 30 minutes to reach the end and that is if you are paddling regularly but not at a pace. I actually do very little paddling because I am married to a man who lets me sit as the queen and take photos. There is no current, so sometimes he can paddle andTaborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-41244831476656277972023-10-23T16:40:00.005-04:002023-10-23T16:40:39.642-04:00We All Wait for the Cool, Don't We?
This canoe trip was taken up our bend in the river on October 5. The leaves had not changed to that beautiful fall by then but were just showing their potential. But the cooler early morning air was "breathtaking." A canoe is a quiet way to glide and move.We had not been out in months. The summer humid air was too hot and humid and as an elder, it is hard to take. But thenTaborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-19457707910596310122023-10-22T10:17:00.001-04:002023-10-22T10:17:52.362-04:00Autumn Makes Photographers Just a Little Crazy
Below are photos of my Black Haw or Viburnum as it turns color this fall. It is a shrub that gets about six feet high and five or six feet across and has many little baby plants. Birds eat those dark blue seeds. The first photo is the original with a little bit of denoise and lightening. The rest are fun filters. Do you have a favorite?
Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-57866615990650542352023-10-18T09:13:00.001-04:002023-10-18T09:13:18.970-04:00October Has Filled Already!Sunsets are nearer my side of the river just at dinner now.Who cares if dinner gets cold?On the other side of things, the days shorten quietly and quickly. I wake up at dawn thinking it is early, but the morning has already showered and dressed and is on its way as industrious humans head to places of work. I start the water pot for coffee. I am inside watching a show on the Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-6769825247003549532023-09-25T11:23:00.000-04:002023-09-25T11:23:39.674-04:00Ophelia and Other FemalesAccording to Wikipedia "Ophelia (/əˈfiːliə/) is a character in William Shakespeare's drama Hamlet (1599–1601). She is a young noblewoman of Denmark, the daughter of Polonius, sister of Laertes, and potential wife of Prince Hamlet, who, due to Hamlet's actions, ends up in a state of madness that ultimately leads to her drowning."An appropriate name for the latest tropical storm that hit our area Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-18999585464931773022023-09-16T12:03:00.001-04:002023-09-16T12:03:39.365-04:00Time
I wonder as I age about the (my) concept of time. One definition I found on that vast and scary Internet is "the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole:"
The indefinite part is not totally accurate. Time does move on and new things begin while old things end. That is NOT indefinite. The actual when and whereTaborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-74133438583715699132023-09-10T11:43:00.006-04:002023-09-10T12:29:53.917-04:00A Meeting of Stangers
My world is still pockata, pockata, pockating along. My life seems to be running like an old model T. It is not as smooth or as fast as those EV vehicles that silently zip by me and pass me and with drivers that may or may not wave. They can go farther and more quietly. I may groan or grunt or even snap, but I will move forward just pocketing along.I recently went with some new Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-63263523683295866252023-08-15T10:58:00.008-04:002023-08-15T14:48:53.710-04:00Broken Hearted and Looking Back
I have been wanting to post but just have not been able to get the energy or heart to do so. As my readers may remember, I was on the island of Maui the second week of July. I spent an afternoon in the small tourist town of Lahaina touring with my husband. We were just walking around, visiting a local bar for lunch and a drink and walking around under the famous Banyan tree...the Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-86911379597204146602023-07-30T11:24:00.002-04:002023-07-30T11:24:23.105-04:00MCD#1
My husband was diagnosed with "mild cognitive impairment" over a year ago. Why did we go in for a diagnosis? His mother had dementia in her last years. He was forgetting more than usual. Adding one plus one meant we should at the very least get a referral for a neurologist. This is my first post about this challenge because I did not want my blog to be singularly Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-37173780771032844122023-07-23T10:56:00.000-04:002023-07-23T10:56:38.341-04:00The Rest of the TripWe managed to coordinate all of the activities which included our 53 -year-vow renewal, which also included my son-in-law's Birthday dinner. My daughter and son-in-law went out while we ate with the others. Activities also included my son's anniversary dinner for the two of them. We babysat for the anniversary dinner so that they could go to some lovely overpriced place and have quiet time.Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-68687698021589338012023-07-17T10:41:00.005-04:002023-07-17T10:45:31.869-04:00Can You Accept What is Out of Your Control or Do You Just Bitch?
Yes, I have returned from my twelve-day jaunt to Oahu, Kauai, and Maui. If you recalled this was something that our children insisted upon when we had to cancel our original 50-year anniversary trip plans during the COVID year. My husband and I were graduate students at the University of Hawaii and met there and married there.As I have written, I was not excited or thrilled about his tripTaborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-17534122652229943752023-06-23T10:07:00.002-04:002023-06-23T10:07:33.422-04:00How Friendly Are You?
My husband is a very social person. He makes friends wherever he goes. He can be a bit overbearing and intense, but since he is pushing 80 most people forgive that energy, probably wishing they had that much energy themselves. The first year we moved here people would say "hi" to him by name and I never knew who they were. He volunteers in the community because he likes Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-77091407794796174772023-06-20T11:59:00.001-04:002023-06-20T12:03:15.286-04:00ALOOOOHA! and Murder
While I am trying to review our schedule for the upcoming Hawaii trip...first three days on Oahu, then four days on Kauai, and finally 6 days on Maui... I am trying to not fret because my daughter and my son have scheduled so much to do! I am trying not to fret since it is a busy tourist season at airports. I am trying not to fret as my elder mind and hubby's dementia make this a Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-43314369671404658872023-06-11T09:54:00.000-04:002023-06-11T09:54:56.836-04:00Trauma and ResilienceIn my last post, I wrote about my quick trip up to Chicago. It was a good thing that both my husband and my daughter pushed me to go. I have gotten more "hermitty" these years. I do not think it is the result of the COVID crisis, but when we have PTSD reactions to traumatic events, we really may not realize both the reaction and the cause and may think it is just our brain Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039370.post-38668968116660574452023-06-03T09:21:00.001-04:002023-06-03T09:21:23.671-04:00Zoom Zoom
On an upswing. My moods are unpredictable these days and I am sure it is because I am full-on into elder mode. My memories keep moving in and out interrupting my days. The media ads for most useless stuff and concerning medicines, which I do not need, are all directed at people "60 and older". I am starting to move TWO decades past that, and the message is truly clear. I am OLD.Taborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com8