Monthly Archives: October 2017
I wish you the best Halloween ever!
From time to time I see the same question on social media: What advice would you give to your younger self?
Without a doubt, my answer is: Live in the moment!
I’m mostly doing that now and I’m SO much happier for it. I spent my late junior high school days and all of my days at high school waiting for my husband to get leaves from the Marine Corps. Then I was waiting for him to get out. Then for us to be at the same college. Instead of enjoying the moment, I was “living for some time in the future.” I was unconsciously telling myself that I would make time for things LATER, brushing aside much of my life.
Now my husband and I are retired. We can shape our lives much more around each other and what we’d like to do. We no longer have to ‘live for the weekend,’ and I’m very grateful for that. We ARE taking the time to appreciate our lives and each other, and the wonderful life we live.
The thing is, though, we’ve always had a lot to be thankful for. We were, in a distracted sort of way, rushing from one have-to to the next, working full-time, then staying up late to try to get at least a few other things done. We’ve always had full lives, but I think we took far too much for granted.
My wake up call was when we lost our then 2-month-old daughter, Jade, to SIDS in February of 1981. People say time heals all wounds. That’s not true, but it DOES allow you to gather the pieces of your heart and gut and move on for the rest of your family, not EVER taking anyone or anything for granted ever again.
So, I would sit my much younger self down and seriously say, “Don’t worry about everything so much. Much of what you’re worrying about you don’t have any control over. Deal with the things you CAN control. Deal with the things that happen – not what MIGHT happen. Stand back a bit and look at all you have, what you’re building with your husband and your son. Slow down and do things NOT on your to-do list. Make a list of “what I’d LIKE to do” and do one thing from it at least three times a week, if not daily. Realize you only have one life. ENJOY. Hug those you love. Make sure your friends know how special they are. Try to do something kind for someone every day.
“Life is the moment we’re living right now.” – Paulo Coelho
I’m in awe of people who create pressed flower art. I’ve tried to press flowers, and have discovered that just doing THAT is an art. I’m not sure how they keep the colors vibrant and keep them from looking completely smashed. THEN there’s the whole thing of patiently creating because works of art from the preserved flowers….
I’m delighted to tell you that my veggies and my tender flowers seem to have made it through the 2nd freeze of the weekend! I just came in from taking the sheets off of everything. The rest of the week is supposed to be warmer with no freezes, so, once I get all the sheets dry, I’ll store them in the shop for the next time.
Our 65+ pound ‘puppy’ Amber seems to love the cooler weather. She is actively sniffing everything while we’re around the garden, following paths all over the yard while I stand shivering, holding wet sheets in my arms. After waiting for what seems like a LONG time, I finally put the sheets on the ground, throw my arms in the air and yell, “Run like a bunny!” Amber looks delighted, and then tears off running as fast as she can all the way across the yard, around the house and back out to me by the garden. She then demands a treat, which I give her. And THEN she’s amenable to going “IN.”
I’m hoping that it’ll warm up enough this afternoon that I can do some weed whacking.
I hope that wherever you are right now, the weather is bringing you pleasure.
It was UP to 32 degrees this morning at 8:30, when I went to uncover my plants. We still had the a/c on a couple of weeks ago! I bundled up and took Amber out to the garden with me to uncover my veggies. It LOOKS like they came through the freeze last night and this morning, but lettuce, in particular, is fragile, so I’m not sure yet. PLUS, it’s going to do it again tonight.
I brought in my two newest tomato plants and put them by the window in the dining room. I’m learning from my good greenhouse book that the greenhouse won’t protect my plants from freezing without a heater (DUH) – something we just can’t afford. We won’t put a/c out there, either, so it looks like what I’m going to be trying for is the longest regular growing season I can get – maybe from mid or late February through the next December or January. I’m getting lots of good, practical information, and I’ll be sharing that with you as I use it.
I gathered up the sheets I had put over the plants in the garden, plus the one I put over my elephant ear and exotic purple plant that my friend, Laufrain, gave me. The sheet for the flower planter was fine, so I just left it on the ground to be put over the plants tonight.
The sheets I put over the garden plants, though, were thoroughly soaked, with a thick layer of frost still on the sheets at 8:30! I’m running each of those through the dryer so I can use them again tonight.
If we can just make it through tomorrow morning, I think our weather is due to go back to more fall-like temperatures with no freezes for a bit. Hooray!
My husband was stuffing his face this afternoon with fritos. Suddenly, I could stand it no longer, so I went into the pantry and grabbed a sack of Cheetos.
As I sat down, I felt a stinging on my back. I jumped up pulling my shirt up, and my husband said he saw something fall down onto the carpet. Before I could react, I felt a stinging in my JEANS! I ripped off my clothes as quickly as possible, shaking a WASP
onto the carpet. I ran over and stomped him until he was a pile of debris my husband disposed of. He went and got some pain ointment and dosed the area on my back and the other, sorer one, on my butt. I finished the dosage by taking a couple of Benedryl to tone down any more reaction, since I could FEEL the swelling on my butt. My husband commiserated with me about the stings, but then couldn’t stand not to mention he was impressed with how quickly I shed my clothes. :0(
Now I’m experiencing lots of sensations at the same time. One part of me thinks the stinger is still either in my back or embedded in my shirt. We’ve checked both very carefully and neither is true. I can feel the hurt, plus increasing swelling, from the sting on my butt, too. My skin is crawling from the nightmare-like mental picture. My nerves are pretty shot, as well.
I’m angry because I’m basically a nice person – at least most of the time – and feel I don’t deserve this. At least I know I’m not violently allergic to wasps stings. I never received a sting while I was growing up, or in the 29 years we lived here. In year 30, however, I’ve been stung THREE TIMES – twice by awful red wasps and today by the one that looked similar to the one above.
I’ve checked the pantry ceiling, and all around where the Cheetos live. Nothing. Maybe it was on my chair and I didn’t see it when I sat down. From time to time we DO get a wasp inside the house. I’d been sitting reading, though, before I got up. I wasn’t gone from the chair for 5 minutes.
I guess this is punishment for my weakness in wanting Cheetos – something definitely not on my diet – or my husband’s, for that matter; but he INSISTS he can’t live without his ‘salty, crunch food group.’ Maybe the wasps will ignore me again if I really TRY not to eat Cheetos anymore…