Thursday, April 18, 2019


 I am deeply saddened. It is with a heavy heart, I tell you, my father passed away this week. There won’t be a funeral or viewing. So I won’t have a chance to say that final goodbye. I am grateful I had a nice phone conversation with him the night before he passed. I will always treasure that. My dad was one of a kind. He was a veteran. A Navy man. He was witty and wise, highly opinionated. He loved his family with all his heart. He kept up with technology navigating a smart phone and the internet.  He never missed a New Years Eve or birthday without calling.  He would call at exactly 2pm (the time I was born) for my birthday every year and at midnight for New Years Eve.  He worked in the television business for over 40 years. He saw a lot of changes in this old world.  I will miss skyping and text messaging with him. I love you daddy. Rest in peace.

Monday, April 1, 2019


I like to eat out, but my husband doesn’t. He prefers to stay home and throw something together from the fridge.  The other night he opted to make soup. Not in the mood for soup I told him I was going out. I debated where to go. We don’t have a big selection of restaurants in our town to choose from. So I narrowed it down to Olive Garden and Red Lobster. Both are pretty pricey places but I had gift cards and decided to splurge. It has been a difficult three or four months here on the home front due to health issues for me, my husband and younger daughter. So I thought going out to eat would benefit me emotionally.  I decided seafood was calling to me and picked Red Lobster as my go to place. That meant driving across town. I got there around 7:30pm. It was relatively full. People were out celebrating birthdays and anniversaries. And I suddenly missed my husband. What was I doing here alone? They seated me in a booth, instead of at a table... which was more intimate and private. I slowly looked at the menu cover to cover to see what I wanted. And being a gal from the east coast I opted for the crabcake dinner. It came with a salad and cost $20.45 plus an additional  $3.79 for a Dr. Pepper. My gift card would cover the bill and I would leave cash for the tip. So I settled into my surroundings and began to text my best friend. She is the one who gave me the gift card at Christmas. After 15 minutes or so the salad arrived and I heartily began to eat. I enjoyed the boisterous conversation from the tables around me. One woman was there celebrating her 96th birthday. That was impressive indeed. When my crabcakes arrived I was ready for them. I took my time savoring each and every bite.  It reminded me of being back home where I grew up, which is so very far away. And for a moment or two... I was homesick for the ocean. But, I quickly gathered my emotions, so I didn’t burst out crying. It will be a long time before I get back there due to health concerns with my husband.  By now most everyone in the restaurant had left. It was my turn to leave too. I reached for the gift card but it wasn’t there in my wallet. I apparently left it back at the house on my way out the door. I knew my husband would be mad if I paid for that kind of meal with the debit card. Especially since I was dining alone.  But what choice did I have? Just then the waiter came over and told me the most unexpected thing. He said I could leave anytime I wanted to... because the gentleman and woman sitting behind me, had paid my bill before they left, and had taken care of his tip. I was flabbergasted. He said they thought I looked like a nice lady. Imagine that? I owed nothing due to the kindness of strangers. They were my angels in disguise. Paying it forward, I left the waiter a few more dollars. Sometimes you’re in the right place... at the right time... to be reminded about the goodness of people .  I won’t soon forget these kind folks. They made my day. 

Thursday, January 3, 2019


When my daughters were little girls I sent them to knitting classes so they could learn to knit. They did it for about a year, then lost interest. It saddened me. But I understood their reluctance to continue and let any feelings I harbored about it, GO. Four decades have passed since that time and I thought knitting was a hobby now behind my daughters. So imagine my delight, when my youngest daughter, (who is now in her middle forties) gave me a gorgeous hat for Christmas. It was my favorite color too. What made it extra special was the fact she knitted it especially for me. Here I thought she forgot how to knit. But was pleasantly surprised to find out she had recently picked up the hobby again. She travels a lot so it helps fill in the gaps. Do you have a hobby you left behind and rediscovered?

Friday, December 21, 2018


Christmas Trees are mesmerizing. Decorated or not. Of all sizes, colors  and shapes. Their pretty lights glisten and glow in the darkness and daylight. When I was a little girl my parents gave me a miniature tabletop top tree I would put on a nightstand next to my bed. It had sweet red lights and a yellow star that kept me company before I fell asleep each night during the holiday season. That tiny tree still holds it’s magic for me even though the battery compartment stopped working long ago and the tree no longer lights up. Nowadays I keep Christmas close to my heart year round by keeping my tree up in the family room. It has white lights.  I used to like white lights on my tree but as I’ve gotten older I find more comfort and joy in the old fashioned multi-colored lights. This year I bought a narrow 5 ft, tree  for my living room. It replaces an old silver tree I had there in previous years. The new tree is flocked with snow and  pine cones. It sits on top of a game table and fits perfectly in my window for viewing outside. I can’t tell you the joy I feel when I see it each day. It reminds me of the wonderment I felt as a child all those years ago.

Monday, September 10, 2018


Summer still has a few more weeks to go on the calendar. But autumn has arrived full throttle. It is my favorite time of year. Temperatures went down into the 60’s yesterday. Everywhere you go you see pumpkins and Halloween stuff. I even got my first taste of pumpkin pie for the season ahead of schedule. Yum. Yum.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018


When you have to go to the bathroom, you have to go. I’m not big on holding it. Just makes things worse. It’s especially bad if you’re out and about with no bathroom easily in sight. But imagine the relief you feel finding one just in the nick of time. This happened to me the other day. I managed to get to the Walmart bathroom in time... only to be greeted by a smart alec little boy... sliding out from under one of the stalls. He apparently had gone inside each stall and locked the doors, sliding out under them so that nobody could get in. I ruined his plans to do them all when I walked in the women’s room. He quickly scurried out the exit... giving me the evil eye, laughing with no parent in sight... apparently worried about what an adult would do about the situation he created. My only concern wasn't what he had done, but that I wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer.  Fortunately he hadn’t gotten to the handicap stall yet, so I was finally able to relieve my bladder. And not a minute too soon. But I was upset about the kid trying to play a practical joke on store customers. It wasn’t funny to this senior citizen. Where was his mother? And what was he doing in the ladies room. Have you ever been a victim of such a thing.

Sunday, April 15, 2018


Years ago… I was told my arm had a ‘dead zone’ in it. It makes my arm weak in that particular spot and I have trouble lifting things with it. Even picking up the covers at night to pull up over my body is difficult. I’m in terrible pain. It has gotten progressively worse over time. So my doctor recently sent me to physical therapy to see if we could build up the strength in my arm and increase my mobility.  I go twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays. My physical therapist and her assistant have given me a half a dozen exercises to complete each time. And those exercises are harder to do than they appear. I am hoping with time my arm will improve. Just a little is better than not at all. Have you ever needed physical therapy and did it ultimately help?