Every day, we get up and keep on conquering another day as each stroke recovery obstacle pops up. There have been days when I glanced at our catalpa tree and thought to myself, "I feel a lot like that wounded catalpa tree." Thieves of sorts pecked away and left a large hole in my heart.… Continue reading Hopes of Resilience
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Springing Into Spring and Other Noteworthy Things
My morning routine starts with cortisol filled moments that spring me out of bed. Thanks to our elderly cat, Dessy. She has dementia and is up at 2:28 am. Her routine is initiated by one of our cats making cat puking noises. Followed by her paw nudge (hopefully it's clean) on my shoulder indicating it… Continue reading Springing Into Spring and Other Noteworthy Things
When Mrs. Started Seeing Doubles and Questioned The Strangest Things
A post to make you drool, go "Oo-ahh", scratch your head, and say, "Ooh, that can't be, or can it be?" It's the end of October 2023 and stranger things have happened. Just wait and see how spooky things can be when you're surprised by something I'm about to question and share. But, first, some… Continue reading When Mrs. Started Seeing Doubles and Questioned The Strangest Things
Memories That Bridge Our Empty Nest Moments Together
On a mission out of control, I scrolled through almost every last photo I've taken over the years, it's an understatement to tell you my list of favorites was/is long. When I told Mr. that, he said, "Yeah, I need to upgrade the server space again!" Yikes, I have to say, I was lost in… Continue reading Memories That Bridge Our Empty Nest Moments Together
My Sweet Semi-Professional Gig As A Pooper Scooper Extraordinaire
Well, folks, I may have sunk to a new low by hitting the sweet spot at the bottom of the litter box. Mind you, I did so with the best scooper ever made in the whole wide world. It's a Professional Pooper Scooper Extraordinaire super duper pooper scooper beaut . . . That's just ONE… Continue reading My Sweet Semi-Professional Gig As A Pooper Scooper Extraordinaire
How I Let Go Of My Tunnel Vision And Got Past My Perfectionism Once Again
On a frosty February day, I, the long-gone-away bookkeeping perfectionist, became a let-it-go kind of gal. I've officially lost my be as detailed as possible desires. I'll leave that kind of count-the-numbers activity to the rabbits, cats, or birds. Have my desires been frozen in the past of being excited about the organized plethora of… Continue reading How I Let Go Of My Tunnel Vision And Got Past My Perfectionism Once Again