How much coffee to make for our annual Holiday Open House is always a great question and the answer is . . . . well, it is all over the place. We can have 140 RSVPs and only 90 attendees, or 115 arrive. Some years they drink a lot of coffee and some years they do … More Keurig Party Time. An Adventure
Recently I’ve seen several articles touting the emotional and physical benefits of a nice, warm, relaxing bath. Run the water, add bath salts, add fragrance, dim the lights. Soak. Let your mind and body relax. You need the disconnect from life and it promotes a restful night. I could use both the disconnect and the restful … More A Nice Relaxing Bath
Recently, my online book club featured the nonfiction book Running Home: A Memoir by Katie Arnold. Katie is a long-distance runner and in the initial narrative she talks about a race in northern New Mexico where the path begins in the dark, follows narrow paths with rocks and brush, goes to the 10,440 ft. summit … More Just Keep Running
You would think that we would have realized that the water softener process wasn’t processing, but we didn’t. The soap wasn’t as soapy, my skin didn’t feel as slippery after a shower rinse, and no middle of the night roar from the softener processor woke me up. Still, the 2 plus 2 didn’t activate in … More Softly, As The Water Goes
Indeed, all was going well. It was the night of the Installation Dinner for my womens club, Las Damas of Sun Gold Hills (not affiliated with any other Las Damas group). The club is over 60 years old, started when the subdivision was built in the 1950s. Fun group and I’ve enjoyed being a member. … More All was going well until. . . . . . .
I’ve Fallen Off A Cliff – an emotional cliff, where I’ve bumped and spilled and splattered and now, bruised and in-charge yet unsure, I move forward. After three weeks in the hospital my mother passed from this earth February 8. A UTI, then pneumonia, then getting better, then Diverticulitis, then better, then worse, then infection … More I’ve Fallen Off A Cliff
I thought about it many times. What happens if Mom no longer knows who I am? I’d watched other families deal with this issue, read about it, and, as Mom’s dementia grew, knew in my heart that one day I might be only a person who was visiting, and not someone she knew. Perhaps she … More Mom Doesn’t Know Who I Am, Or Am I Someone Else?
