Better Than a Food Journal

Recently, my friend Heather, or MOSY as she is known in blogging circles, wrote a wonderful piece on having Gratitude. She beat me to the punch. I had intended, ever since Mother’s Day, to write on the same subject. It was on May 12th that I started a Gratitude Journal, one in which I would write down three things I was grateful for, every day. So far, so good. Keeping a gratitude journal is easier than keeping a food journalRead more

Somewhat Busy

I can’t necessarily say that I live an exciting life. I can say I live a somewhat busy life. Unlike this guy… “Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you’ll see the world If I’m not mistaken…”  ~Neil Gaiman~ I wanted so badly to sleep Thursday morning, to stay in bed until the urge for coffee overwhelmed the need to lay prone. It may be my own fault – I’ve started reading at night [summer project]Read more

Nope, nothing does…

Absolutely correct! The dedicated bench in this photo is at the southern end of the Wiouwash State Trail, which runs from Oshkosh to Hortonville, WI. I couldn’t find any information about Michael McCoy, what kind of person he was, but obviously he loved biking for much of his life. This past Mother’s Day, after spending some time with mom, I took the bike and myself to the trail and spent a couple of hours with a blue sky, sun, andRead more

She Wants to Go Home

I tell mom she’s 96 years old, but age is not registering in her mind. “I can’t be that old!” “Yes, mom,” I say to her gently, “You are 96.” She shakes her head in disbelief and responds with, “No, I’m not!” I ask mom how old she believes she is and the response, “In my seventies.” An aide attempts to confirm her age, but mom resists, and I eventually have to change the subject. This is how the conversations haveRead more

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

This Phone Doesn’t Work Right!

    Sunday is Mother’s Day. Mom is unclear about this, as she is with most dates and holidays. This past Tuesday evening, she called me. Keep in mind, as I relay this story, that mom is hard of hearing (we’re waiting approval for two new hearing aids) and she has a new phone as of two months ago – her well-intentioned daughter bought her in the hopes she would stop hanging up on her son because she couldn’t hear him.Read more