There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.
William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Sunday, August 29, 2010

A Fair Day

We went to the County Fair on Friday. This is a real County rides, no hawkers, no prizes to win but ribbons. There were dahlias the size of the sun, pies and cakes that smelled yummy, elephant ears to nibble on and quilts that were beautiful beyond description. We were able to watch the goat competitions....we saw the "Old Lady" group; those 5 years and older and then the 2 to 5 year old group. Who knew that udder size and teet placement were crucial to good goat milk? I didn't.

Remember those lambs the kids across the street were raising? Well here they are, all grown up and weighing in at 125#, 121# and 118#. They all sold for $3.35/pound. The money made brought tears of sadness and joy; sad because the lambs had been loved and joy because the money made will go towards next years project....pigs.


Friday, August 20, 2010

Rolling along

When I was 8 years old my favorite thing to do was skate. I had a pair of clamp on skates that required a key to tighten the skate onto a shoe. I kept the key on a string around my neck and could only use my "old" school shoes for skating. The skates looked like the ones in this photo (that I lifted from someones photo collection).  I received my skates as a gift Christmas of 1951.  At the time, we lived in a back house and the only place I could skate was on our cement driveway.  Sidewalks didn't exist on Third Street and while I could push my dolly buggy on the grass and dirt I could never manage to skate on it....but I sure did try. 
My brother was born July 1952 and we moved to Primrose Avenue that summer. Primrose Avenue had sidewalks. My mom would only let me skate up and down the sidewalk on our street.  I was not allowed to go around the block or across the street because my mom couldn't see me.  But, she was busy with my brother and eventually I realized she wasn't watching me at all.   Being a monster child I skated where I wanted to; around the block, then across the street and then down two blocks.

I remember that summer of 1952 being the happiest of my childhood.  My parents were obsessed with my brother so I spent every single day skating.  I liked the clunkity-clunk rhythm of my skates going over the lines in the sidewalk and I could sing without my mom or dad hearing me.  I liked the freedom of going where I wanted to.  I liked looking at different houses, different yards and waving to people as I clunked along and sang lalalala to the tune of The Hungarian Rhapsody #2. There are days when I wish I was 8 again and had those skates....but, I may have found a replacement.

Remember that boring treadmill I told you about that I have to walk on for 20 minutes at rehab three times a week?  Well, guess what.....I charged up my iPod, got out my comfy old Rykas and have found Primrose Avenue on that treadmill.  It's even better on the recumbent bike!  I am skating again. YAY!!!!!

I have a routine when I go to rehab....I like routines.  Other than having a cardiac monitor stuck onto my body that the nurses watch, no one bothers me, talks to me (an iPod extra blessing)  and I can close my eyes and just listen to Jackson, Bonnie, and of course The Hungarian Rhapsody #2!  I have only been busted twice for singing, but it didn't bother anyone and after I started bringing my iPod I noticed two other rehabers are using CD players!

It is an amazing thing to see all of us in that rehab room.  No one is under 65 years old....several men are in their 90's and recovering from bypass surgery.  They hobble in with their wives and canes and look like they are ready to fall over.  But, on a treadmill they walk and move like a 50 year old!  I feel great after exercising and it carries over to the next day.  I am at a 3mph pace and am inching my incline up by .5 every week.  I can do a level 3 on the elliptical and am a whiz on the recumbent.  I am proud of myself.  I am hopefully healing my broken heart and might even be removing some of that 70% occlusion in my circumflex artery.  Add to that the doc says I CAN'T SHOVEL SNOW. 

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Just for today....

Just for today: I am grateful for/that:

I can still pay the monthly mortgage

The forest stays green all year round

Fuzz is still alive

I found cats

My back doesn’t hurt as much as it did yesterday

We got the lawn mowed before it rained

I can still sit with Steve at breakfast every day

I can turn the TV off at some point after we go to bed

The roof replacement cost less than we thought

The unemployment bill passed

Rehab is fun and I feel great after it is over for the day

While it may have been cheaper if I had died from a heart attack, I am still alive

I have a daughter that helps me put life in perspective every now and then

Monday, August 02, 2010

Buckets and buckets of.......dreams.

I've started a bucket list. Additions will be made as time goes by.....or deletions. I sent it to Steve. He is going to add his "buckets" to my list.

Go to foreign country.....Norway, New Zealand, Australia, The Cook Islands, France, Spain....I"m not particular...just out of the US.

Ride in a race car….I don’t care what kind of car it is......a dragster, Formula 1...just a really fast race car...with two seats. 

Ride a horse.

Be blond again if just for a short while.

Make love like we used to.

Learn to play the piano….even if it is poorly played.

I'm beyond being embarrassed about what I put on the list or what I write anymore......what's gonna happen? I'll die?  I figure I've earned the right to be outspoken.