Mumbles … Ethnicity

Ethnicity … I don’t really want to write about it.  It is a group of people from one particular area – Germans, Russians, Southerners, New Yorkers, and so on.  But I am really not full of any knowledge about any ethnic group.  So instead I will talk about…

My new cat named Clive.  We just got him yesterday at the shelter.  He hid all night last night.  Slowly ventured out today and has even navigated the stairs a couple of times.  The little princess we already had is not sure at all about him.  She has hissed a couple of times but doesn’t seem too bothered by him.  He is black and white and camera shy so far, but I will get him soon.  He will hopefully help me fill my days with a little activity.  Especially when he hides, and I have to search all the tiny spaces in the house to find him.

The other thing is my heart is not really focused on writing.  It is breaking all over again as, technically today (since it is after midnight), is the one-year anniversary of my Dad’s death.  His birthday was the 13th and he died on the 26th.  I miss him SO MUCH!  Then out of the blue a friend sends a picture of a snow sculpture of snow sharks.  My dad wrote many letters to his shift when he would go on vacation and almost always had snow sharks in the letter somewhere. I don’t know if she realized it was one year since he died or not.  But looking online for the picture source I did discover there were two (classics I am sure) movies made about snow sharks.  One called Snow Sharks and the other is technically Avalanche Sharks.  I should find them on Netflix or somewhere and watch them in honor of Dad.  He was into all those cheesy B movies.  I’d give anything to watch them with him.

I have mumbled on enough.  Time to feed both cats and go try and sleep.  Good night!

 

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Mumbles … Brush

Today has been a challenging day.  This would have been my Dad’s 84th birthday.  He has been gone almost a year now and I miss him so much.  Tonight, my boyfriend and I played a few games of cribbage.  Dad taught me how to play.  I think that is one of the things I miss most about him.  We would play cribbage, scrabble, do jigsaw puzzles and trivia games.  It is that and some of the most basic things I miss.  I haven’t done if for like 40 years, but I remember as a kid getting his coffee ready in his thermos every night before he went to work on the grave-yard shift.

Simple everyday things can bring back floods of memories.  One of the things I miss a lot is how he would raise one eyebrow at you in question of what you just said or did.  He would shake hands with someone, and I could see the tightness of his grip whenever he did so… he had big strong hands.

But it is not just Dad I am missing tonight; I miss my Mom too.  She has been gone longer and it still hurts as bad.  Tonight’s prompt I am writing for triggered a flood of memories about Mom.  I have had long hair most of my life.  And when I was growing up, I can remember many a day sitting still (or trying to) while Mom would brush my hair to get all the rats out.  I would often beg her to stop when my hair was a particular mess, but now I would give anything to have her brush my hair once more.

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I never knew how badly it would hurt to be without my parents.  I fear I took for granted the time I had with them.  But I do little things like the cribbage games tonight, to try to keep the happy times fresh in my mind.  Have you ever lost someone you were close with and felt you should have spent more time with them?

 

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Mumbles … Rubber

I need to go visit the ducks again.  The local hospital wellness center has a heated pool that you can exercise in (for a fee) and it is one exercise that doesn’t really flare my fibromyalgia.  It is the hottest pool in town and feels so good.

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Oh, right I need to get back to the rubber ducks.  The instructor/therapist that is there has a rather impressive collection of different rubber ducks.  At the beginning of the time I started pool therapy she used to have them all lined up around half the pool, until the new boss said they looked unprofessional.  (Party pooper!)  Now she just has a few in the corners.  They are fun and bring smiles to those in the pool.

I haven’t been to the pool in almost a month now.  There was a problem with the heater, so I missed my last scheduled visit because of that.  Then the holidays came up and I was fortunate enough to have my daughter share her cold with me so I was too sick to go to the pool.  Now I am about back to normal so I can call Monday and make an appointment.  Time to visit the ducks.

 

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Mumbles … Creative

I am kind of nervous and excited at the same time.  I get to be creative this month.  I think I have mentioned before my daughter is engaged and the wedding is next year in January.  So, this is about the time to send out the Save The Date cards.  She asked if I would make them on my Cricut machine.

For those of you unfamiliar with Cricut machines, they are a cutting machine that can do tens of thousands of different fonts and images (or maybe they are up in the hundred of thousands of designs now)  You can make just about anything with them, even Save The Date cards.

Last night I spent about two and a half hours going through videos to find some basic info (a refresher course if you will) and specifics about designs available.  And there are so many to chose from!  I did find a couple of projects that had free cuts with them.  Although I am not opposed to signing up for a month of access to the full library of images for this.  I could cut to my heart’s content for the month and have lots of images saved in my desk drawer to use for cards throughout the year.

I did find one I really like that looks like doves against a lattice type background, very intricate cuts.  And the print and cut option lets me import an image, print it on my printer, then take it to my Cricut and cut the silhouette out.  There are so many choices… but next week will be one year until the wedding so I have to get something going soon.

So, I will stop babbling about being creative and go do it!  Fun, fun, fun!

 

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Mumbles … Honest

This should just be a day like all the rest.  But to be honest, I am a bit of a wreck today.  Seventeen years ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer.  It was treated with surgery, chemo and radiation and hasn’t come back.  However, I go in yearly now for my mammograms and every year, no matter how long ago my cancer was, I still worry it will return.  It is about an hour and forty-five minutes away from the test and I can hardly sit still.  I know the odds are in my favor logically, but every year I still worry.

Just a short time after my treatments were done, a woman I knew, who was going through cancer round three, was diagnosed and died from brain cancer.  Another woman I was acquainted with had to have a double mastectomy for her cancer.  I just think of how much worse it could have been or might become and I panic.

The test is a piece of cake.  I was smashed a lot that first year or two.  Nothing will ever be as bad as the needle localized biopsy when they had to leave me in the machine to insert a needle and then check to make sure they got it in the right place… I was probably in the machine 5 to 10 minutes, but it seemed like FOREVER.  So just a regular mammogram is easy.

I am going to try to read some more posts and keep my mind off things.  Worst is I probably won’t hear back from them until Monday or Tuesday.  Oh well, I do have my anxiety meds if I need them.  So, I will stop mumbling for now and go read some more blogs.  Anything to keep my mind busy.

 

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Mumbles … Musical

This is a prompt I can really enjoy.  As a matter of fact, I love musicals.  I remember as a kid seeing some of the lavish musical productions in movies that my mom would watch.  I always thought the ones with the synchronized swimmers were amazing.  I am blanking right now on who the star from those musicals was.  I keep thinking Esther…. We’ll come back to that.

Then about 5th or 6th grade Grease came out.  I LOVED that movie.  Saved up money and went to see it six times in the theaters!  My friend across the street had the soundtrack and we used to always sing along with it and wish we were Olivia Newton John.  My obsession just went on from there.

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I even passed it on to my daughter, watching musicals with her growing up.  Of course, all the wonderful music in the Disney movies was how it started.  When she was maybe 3 or 4, we got the stage production of Cats and she loved to dance and sing with it.  So, logically when the touring company came to town my husband and I took her to see it live.  She loved it.

We went on to Chicago, Rent, and Across the Universe.  We had high hopes the genre may be back when La La Land came out.  It did okay but was not a big hit.  Unfortunately, we also went to see the new film production of Cats.  I won’t say I hated it, but it was so much different from the stage production.  There was a nice addition of a tap dance number that wasn’t in the stage production, but it will probably not make it to my DVD shelves.

Now I have a couple of new DVDs from Christmas that are musicals. I think I need to start adding some of those classic ones to my list.  Now I must go listen to “The Tango Maureen” – bonus points if you know what musical that song is from.  Oh, and yes, it was Esther.  Esther Williams, I believe was the star of a lot of the swimming musicals.  ♫♪

 

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Mumbles … Theoretical

I am dealing with too much anxiety.  I have to make a phone call.  I don’t do well with strangers and dealing with conflict.  So, calling a person who left a note on my car after they backed into it has left me frazzled.  Theoretically it should be an easy call, I see if they have insurance and if they are going to pay for the damages… they already left the note saying they backed into me.  I just am dragging my feet.  Anxiety sucks!  And as it keeps getting later I think maybe I could just do it tomorrow.  Oh… I should just jump into this!  Wish me luck.

Have you ever had to deal with the aftermath of an accident where you got a note or left a note?

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