Smiling Mom

Mom can be as grumpy as an alley cat and mad as a wet hen, because the food at assisted living still “SUCKS!” But when I ask her to smile for the camera, she does. This day, mom was a bit mad when I visited. The caregivers wouldn’t give her ice cream after lunch. She complained that lunch, the food, was awful. So, being the good spy daughter, I went to the kitchen area to investigate. When I asked caregiver “Sara” aboutRead more

Risk on Two Wheels

Discover Challenge: “You have to have a place of your own to take the kind of risks necessary for intellectual development.” This week, take a chance. Take a deep breath, publish, and see what happens next. I’ve chosen to write a narrative in third-person as this tends to be a rare occurrence around here. I hope you enjoy and leave it up to you to decide if I’ve taken a risk or taken the easy road. She was never much of aRead more

It Doesn’t Work That Way

Mom and I had a wonderful visit on Saturday. Given mom is minus a hearing aid at the moment, we were able to converse fairly well. I had to spell a couple of words for her, but that will occur even with two hearing aids. Our conversation drifted from parents to siblings, to her own mother’s cooking, to how the food at the home sucks, to her children, to “why doesn’t your brother get married?” These are many of theRead more

What the Heck? *Office Edition*

I had originally planned to be on vacation the entire week between Christmas and New Year’s Day. Instead, I had this hairbrained marvelous idea: I would go into work on Tuesday, when it was quiet, and start relieving the office of its dust-covered, no-one-really-wants-it junk. It appears our office will be moving before summer of 2016 and there is absolutely no need to move items that belong in the dumpster or at Goodwill. I knew that over the 15+ years IRead more

Ashley: The Birth of Winter

Winter was born in Wisconsin overnight. Labor began on Monday with howling, gusting northeast winds. The feet came out mid afternoon. Yes, I said feet. Considering how the weather has been during late fall (which we usually call winter), it’s only natural that there is a breech birth. Natasha equates this to a C-section, because Dude Winter didn’t want to come out and play. We went from a dusting of snowfall through December 27th to a blizzard called Ashley that leftRead more

Let it Be

Mom speaks words of wisdom and she doesn’t know it. It’s wisdom for her daughter. To let it be. I’ve been reticent to write about mom for several weeks. Her dementia has been in a darker place of late, filled with anxiety and worry and sadness. It was only this past Thursday, when I paid a special visit to the woman who still clutches the ratty black sweater, that she seemed in a better place. Mom appeared more alert thanRead more

An Update of Sorts

In breaking news…Gibbs hung the mouse early Tuesday morning. Again. Third strike, buddy. That’s 10 to life under the watchful eye of your human and no treats until I say so. (The tossing of paper off the computer table was ignored due to lack of injury or insult.)Read more

It is not a Phaser

Nope, it’s not. Nor is it a strobe light phone speaker. Nor a blah blaster, sonic stapler or a portable tractor beam emitter. A Post-it note dispenser was close and a good guess, but why would anyone need a dispenser for something that sticks to everything? I will pause so you can think about that for a minute. Anyhow… The “What the Heck?” office “toy” is: Introducing 3M’s Document Wedge, otherwise known as a copy holder. Fooled you all, exceptRead more

This is a Little Cheesy

My brother came to visit for Mother’s Day weekend. This was two and a half days filled with mom time, eating, running here, eating, more mom time, running there, eating, shopping, eating, taking mom out to…eat. Yeah, lots of foodstuffs touched my lips, but the head cold I was sporting was unimpressed with attempts at gluttony. By the time Saturday evening rolled around, I could not make myself order the  delicious jaeger schnitzel at Stone Cellar Brew Pub, which isRead more

He Didn’t Win

  Natasha declared Wednesday night that if no one returns to the bridge, he has won. If you read my very last post, you know that our community suffered a tragedy this past Sunday evening when a lone gunman shot and killed two adult men and an 11 year old girl on the Trestle Trail bridge, not far from where I work. The community has since come together with love and support of the victims and their families in many heartfeltRead more

Why?

Back on April 14th, I wrote about rejoicing in the first bike ride of the season. If you didn’t click on the link to that post, please do so. I only ask that you go look at the photo. Pay attention to where I am standing and the Trestle Trail bridge behind me. I’ll wait. I remember that day, when my biking buddy commented about how wonderful it was to see so many people out on the trail and in theRead more

Letting Go

It’s that time of year when Natasha and I switch out our winter wardrobe for the summer wardrobe. It’s also a time of purging and donating apparel that continue to hang in the closet, year after year, because “some day I might wear this.” The sweatshirt you see was given to me on my 40th birthday by a lovely group of friends and co-workers. They surprised me with a birthday party and this gift. The memory of its acquisition and theRead more