Thursday, October 25, 2012
I saw a young friend today at the checkout. I haven't seen her in a while. Her son was along in the cart and I heard all about everyone he has (like siblings, a mom, a grandma). His mom asked me how I was doing because rumor has it that I had died.
I told her to put the rumor to rest because I feel better than I have in ten years. I was so startled by her comment that I didn't tell her about my stellar PET scan report I had just received at the oncologist this morning.
I have so much to be thankful for:
I have no cancer anywhere,
I have been able to retire,
I'm losing weight with the help of Spark People,
my doctors have "fixed" all the cronic ailments that I thought were going to plague me because of the long term chemotherapy
The place in NC where I can go now for extended periods since I'm not tied to the doctors in Florida as tightly, long enough so that people wonder if I died.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
While I'd really like to be able to see my whole SP Display, this good looking piece of eye candy is now gracing my SP screen with no X Box to close the ad. I can click on the ad and no matter how many times I open the new screen, this good lookin' virtual guy stays with me. I wish I could find a live guy with the same qualities.
Thankfully, I'm pretty good at figuring out what is lurking behind him. But at times, he is rather annoying. He doesn't listen when I tell him to go get a life.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
I had never cared for Halloween decorations, even in my schoolroom. Too much orange. Iíd rather eat a pumpkin pie than leave a pumpkin to rot on my front porch. Spiders belong outside catching bugs, and who wants dried cornstalks or moldy bales of hay next to your rocking chair on the porch? Bah humbug! So, my first night on the mountain, I noticed a strange orange glow in Golden Pond as neighbors turned on their Halloween lights.
Now, I like lights - the mini Christmas lights that twinkle like little white stars on the tree. I REALLY like my Christmas tree with its three hundred lights turned on in the dark so much, that I used it as a night light until June. But those orange lights were unnatural.
As the cold weather settled in, the sumac leaves started to turn red at higher elevations. I inspected the mountainsides and couldnít help thinking there had to be more to this autumn business than orange lights.
As I watched the trees changing their leaves from their usual greens to decorate my mountain with garish red, yellow and brown, I became a wild hunter-gatherer. I searched for fallen leathery leaves, virginís bower vines, black walnuts, acorns with frilly caps, and sunflowers for the watering can on the deck. I had never noticed the black walnut tree growing up out of the first pond until I heard the green globes hit the water. I resisted the urge to turn the acorns into a necklace but I did cook three batches of walnut ink in my crock pot out on the porch.
I tried to capture everything I was seeing with watercolors and walnut ink. I even carved a bamboo pen so I could draw with that rich brown ink. Those paintings now decorate my walls in Florida with bright fall leaves, dried grasses, and sunflowers. And make me want to make that journey once again to turn on the orange twinkle lights that I left attached to my porch railing and play my harp on the porch in the twilight while the birds join in with their dusk chorus.
I never thought I'd ever get to experience Fall. I never thought I'd lose any weight after the steroids took over, either.
Never say never. Everything is possible.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Okay, Okay. The 2x4 hit again when I visited a Blog I follow this morning. Once again, MostMom1 outdid herself trying to convince us grown ups to have fun. And she did a fantastic job. She has sparked all kinds of memories.
Dad was the fun "spark" when Sandy and I were growing up.
My humor was more academic.
See the little sign on the door of the camper? I bought it at a local hardware store. It says, "Please Use Other Door" and points you off to the right. Mom and Dad humored me and it wasn't too funny until friends walked all the way around twice and finally asked where the other door was.
Sandy went on to become a clown with the church youth group:
And her clowning even rubbed off on me when we appeared in a talent show together.
So I turned to humor all of those days in the infusion room, watching funny videos, or listening to Prairie Home Companion jokes. I'd recommend Lucille Ball, or Mork and Mindy, or Saturday Night Live, or Ed Sullivan, or Victor Borge or MostMom1 to anyone who finds themselves incapacitated by a bum foot, a broken leg, a blizzard, or one of life's depressing moments. Get up and move to something funny. How about Lucille ball and stompin grapes. You could do that sitting in a chair. And by the time you were through doing her routine in your chair, you'd be ready to do something else, and laugh at the same time.
And I'm realizing there's probably at least one generation of readers who won't know anyone I mentioned except for MostMom1. I don't mean she'll know them. I mean YOU should know HER. So if you're interested, everyone else should be available on YouTube so your funnybone can be sparked. If you go there, search for Gildna Radner. You shouldn't get another day older unless you get to know Rosanna Danna!! i154.photobucket.com/albums/s258/sha
Gilda doing Roseanne Rosannadanna: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qd_syuD-N_k&
Gilda doing Barbara Walters: www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQvRFrpKi-0&
Or Most Mom1 creating memories as herself:
So, get going!! Find a spark to create some funny memories of your own, because life is too short to frown for any length of time.
Thanks MostMom1. You manage to put another smile on my face and a giggle or 2 is heard in my quiet house everytime a new blog appears on SP!
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