This week I said goodbye to a wonderful woman, my maternal grandmother. Like my other grandma I saw her as a strong woman in my life. And although she outlived the majority of the friends and family from the area there were still a handful of us there to celebrate her spirit and share stories.
It was agreed that her raspberries from the garden were much better than what the grocery store sold. She was particular about her yard too and would use an old rotary push mower to keep her lawn trimmed… and occasionally a pair of scissors. She went for the defensive side of things and not only would care for her lawn, but would remove weeds and twigs from neighbors yards so they would not end up in hers.
She was always talking about taking her vitamins and my sister and I never got candy from her, instead it was carob covered raisins and rosehip tea. Then there was also the cod liver oil she gave us whenever we stayed overnight…. If you have never had the “pleasure” you don’t know what you are missing, words just can’t describe it! (shudder)
She never drove that I know of, only walked. And she walked everywhere… two to three miles round trip to and from work, to the grocery store about 3 blocks away and carried all her groceries home, to see us and we were about a mile from her house. It never mattered if it was sun, rain, snow or windy she walked in it all.
I am sure going to miss her, but for living to 100 years old she had a full amazing life. Grandma, you will forever be missed, I love you!
*I want to apologize for not being very talkative lately… my depression has been worse lately and I just haven’t felt like doing much of anything. I will hopefully bounce back soon. In the meantime know that every like is sent with sincerity and I will comment again when the muse brings the words back.
Seven months are gone now and surprisingly I am still plugging along with this challenge to post about my happiness and gratitude every day this year. August brings the state fair here in Iowa and lots of heat and humidity. It is the time to see the back to school shopping start with kids dreading it and parents loving it. As I continue my challenge I hope you will take a minute to reflect on your day too. You can even share your happiness and gratitude here in the comments or on your own blog. There is good in every day!
It was a day to run a couple of errands. Not bad weather for it, a little high on the humidity, but that is normal Iowa weather in August. It really has been nice for the Iowa State Fair so far. Mid 80’s and no rain. The farmers are wishing for rain and our grass is turning brown, but it should help the attendance at the Iowa State Fair. Don’t think I will be able to go this year. I just can’t do all the walking necessary during the day. It is a shame though I LOVE the fair. It is huge and there is so much to do and see. Maybe once they cure fibromyalgia!
Today I got to spend a little time shopping with my boyfriend. We didn’t need much but still it was time together instead of him being in front of the computer all day. I was happy for that.
I have a friend here visiting from Georgia this week. She just arrived in town tonight and is staying with her parents. She will then come and stay a couple of nights with us too so we can play some cards and act like teenagers again. I am grateful she had a safe trip here.
I am going to go watch a movie now – Walk The Line. It is a story about Johnny Cash and I think they did a good job on the movie, seen it many times before. Remember to find your happiness and feel your gratitude. Have a good night/day!
Today was my weekly doctor visit.. I was tired and I hurt but I forced myself to walk the block to the clinic. It was still nearly 40°F out today and with this being the first of December I know we are not going to have temps above freezing much longer. So I made myself walk today and I was happy I did it. I still hurt worse when it was done, I felt exhausted when I got there but it was something good for me accomplished for the day.
I think today made me want to get back to the warm water therapy I did for a while. It was an exercise I could do that did not cause near as much pain due to the low impact, but it was still a workout. If I had the money that is what I would do at least 2 to 3 times a week, but pool time costs and that is not a luxury I can have right now. So I stick with the short walks when I can get them as long as the weather holds out.
Today I tried to go back to an old way of escape or freedom… with a twist. Before I found it too hard to walk long distances I would walk and take my camera with me. I captured bits and pieces of nature to take with me. Looking back on those photos I can recall the places they were taken and even a time or two what was stressing me at the time or what I was escaping from. I will share just a couple of pictures…
An endless supply of flowers…an endless supply of hope.
Today started out pretty good, but turned rough in the end. I had another “fibro fog” morning and forgot to take my morning meds. Still … I felt good enough to take in another beautiful fall day and walk the short path to my doctor’s office for my weekly session. Just that little five minutes of fresh air and sunshine made me feel almost normal. The rest of the day my back began to plague me and I developed a horrible headache. I still have fibromyalgia and can have the day turn around on me fast, but I try to hold onto the good that was there before hand. That walk was short (and it no doubt helped fuel my allergies), but I moved and got a dose of sunshine. That is enough to make me happy for the day.
I used to take walks to release tension from the chaotic world I was in. One day I made the decision to take a camera with me as I found so many things along the trails beautiful. A few times I would escape the traffic of the city streets and take a short cut through a local cemetery to start my walk in quiet peace. This day the sun shining through the trees caught my attention, but the photo turned out even better than what I saw. The light refraction off the lens made beautiful ghosts among the tombstones. This was not long after my mom had died and it gave me a certain peace to see these spirits close to home. Remember those gone are never forgotten as they forever live in our hearts.