Swiped these tables
From my daughter’s little blue house, she had them for many years as did my sister -in-law before her. They have to be over 40 years old but a little elbow grease and some stain have turned them into a great addition to my family room. I love the wood, love the glass and the turn of the legs. Old can always be new and beautiful again. Just takes love. They are a great addition to my home.
My neighbors are all raking
All the fallen leaves
Leaves that last week colored
Different shapes of trees
Everyone’s in a hurry
Raking with great speed
The reason for their movements
Our neighborhood’s
Leaf Pick up Day…..
The day is new
The day is cold
The day will too soon turn old…
Getting in the mood to spend today
In a very useful way
Is turning slowly in my mind…
Things to do
Things to say
Will take up the majority of this day…
It rained last night
No sound from the sump pump
Has been heard
So is seems to be set…that my day…
Will become a new sump pump day….
My sump pump’s been installed
And pumping water out
Thank God for our son-in-law
Our Jack of all things…
Took care of this problem
So we can sleep again
Until another problem rings….
This couch is 4 years old and he tells me everyday to get a new one. Easier said then done. I have to find the right color, cushion depth.,feel of fabric, is it stain resistant. Will it feel as good as our bed as we both fall asleep watching TV . Then there’s a new paint color to match not to mention, new carpet, a matching or coordinating chair and yes lamps and something that will go with the brick in the fireplace. When I purchased this couch I thought it would last us till the end not realizing how 2 retired people live in a couch.
We no longer spend 2 to 3 hours commuting plus 8 to 10 hours at work. The couch has become our everything since we retired and I haven’t found the couch that covers everything…..
Pepperidge Farm makes this and you will find it in the frozen food section of you food market, along with my other favorite Coconut Cake by the same maker. Why did he buy it, was my thought? Must be a sale I
said to myself. Yes. that was it! On sale for $1.99 down from $4.99. When he tasted it he headed back to the store but the sale was over. Bummer!!
Ages 17 down to 7, I love that my grandsons
planned this picture with each sporting a flannel shirt and finding a great backdrop.
They even arranged themselves from oldest to youngest and love how the youngest is looking at all the great boys he is following. It was a great Christmas present.
Today is beautiful…
Our Ash tree is in full color
Still standing with the Ash blight
Trying to infiltrate our whole neighborhood…
The county was here today inspecting
Our tree and deciding to only trim
A few branches rather than cut it down…
Our development has been stripped of
So many Ash trees in the past 3 years
And some neighborhoods have been
Transformed from shady cool streets
To bright sunny ones as replacement trees
Will take years to transform these areas back
To their shady lanes…
Racking, leaf blowing and a final cut is his chores today getting ready for fall. Trimmers cut some branches from the large trees.
Why would you ask?
Would I spend an hour
And a half looking
For a copy of his
New fishing license online…
Well.. he said he looked everywhere
And he wanted to go fishing
Over at the pond today
And he was sure he lost it…
He started looking in all the usual places
But asking me to look online
Really blistered my
Patience…
I wanted a couple hours to myself…
He is all incompasing
Now that we are retired…
I have learned to
Say no to many requests
That make me feel like
His unpaid assistant
But today with the thought
Of a few hours alone
Made me fly to the internet
Like a looney bird
I found the site in no time
Put in all the info
But the site refused
To let me reprint the darn thing
Tried everything
Including telling him
They over charged him…
A senior license is $3 not
$7.75 which he paid
At the lake
Hoping that would nudge
Him to say… Just buy another to save time
No luck…
I searched everywhere
No reprint button for a
License… not bought online..
He sat down with me
In complete frustration
And said let me look in my wallet
Again…
Lo and behold
There it was…
In the wallet where it should be…
What part of “I looked
Everywhere !” Should have
Given me a clue
With this guy who can
NEVER!!!!
Find his wallet…
There has to be a life out there…
As this one’s winding down
Not yet ready… to go to see…
But feel it calling me
I’ve seen and felt so many things
Yet feel there’s so much more…
My time is ending here I know
So out there I will go
Alone like how I entered here
There is no other choice
But pray that as I’m leaving here
I hear a loving voice
Out there…is my mom and dad
So why am I afraid
To leave the ones
I love so here…
Knowing…they will follow
Time there… does it matter
Will the clocks still chime
Here the time is ticking down
I’m running out of time…
What is out there…If not time
Does money matter…
Will I still need the coin
My father gave me to call
In times of need or trouble
Will there be trouble there
And if so what will matter
Will there be hunger
What will grace the platter…
Are these questions relevant
Or is this mind confined…
To the expectations found here
Not needed in a place outside
Is outside a part of here
Veiled from sight…
By those who won the prize
Of vision beyond one’s view
Is sight even required there
Is our voice…
Or only insight of the mind
Where all are of one accord
These questions ramble
Through my brain
As I search the thought
Of forever…
And the existence of me…
Tomorrow
Busses dropping off
Excited kids
Counting the days
Til summer recess
Blaring warnings
On the TV
Announcing tornado’s
Blowing around
Smells of mowed grass
Driveways new with tar
Grown kids walking
In gowns with caps
Signal that summer
Has arrived
Although Spring
Got faded over
With low temps
And snow
Sounds of summer
Are all around
The flowers have risen
And the ice is gone
Time to clean off the patio
And light up the grill
So the kids can
Eat hot dogs and hamburgs
At will ..
Flags will be flying
Around freshly
Painted pools
As swim meets
Start tallying points
From tadpoles to frogs
In swimsuits of every color
Exhibiting many different strokes
As mothers scream names
From overused throats
On the eve of my 71st
I’m reflecting on the passing of my 70th
Realizing it was much better then I expected
And not as bad as I thought…
Eyes have gotten a bit worse…
But can still see
Legs are aching badly…
But still can walk
Hair is getting whiter…
But not falling out
And teeth are still in place…
Letting me eat what’s on my plate
My husband thinks I’m
Still pretty and smart
Even though now… I occassionally fart…
We are constantly saying What…
Although we always seem to hear
Exactly, each others Smart remarks…
My drivers licence now, says I need glasses to drive.. but I see very little
When the sun sets outside
Needing not to go out when night falls…
As my energy has usually lulled
Where is the girl who was once 17…
Wishing she could just reverse
The numbers of 71…
Although would never give up
The love and the life I have lived..
The experiences…
The boy and the man I love…
The children I birthed…
And the grandsons
who bring me
Great mirth
The year ahead
Will speed past fast
Just like it did this year past
I’m hopeful to be healthy, happy…
Laughing like in my youth
And reverse the age added up since my birth
Acting and living like I’m seventeen again…..and
Hoping no one will soon notice I’m
Seven….ty…
plus…
one.
Hubby is never satisfied with a good reading on the Blood Pressure machine
He believes a good reading must be wrong and continues taking until it sky rockets
Then he can say….
I knew those first readings were wrong
At least he doesn’t undress…
Like he does when he’s weighing himself
Been left-handed all my life
Living, stressing and adjusting
To a right-handed world
With a right-handed husband Right-handed children and
Six right-handed grandsons…
Life has been good….
But today…
After my husband went hunting
I realized I have turned my
Left-handed kitchen
Over to my right-handed husband
NIGHTMARE!!!!
Rearranging my knives so the
Handles face the way my
Left-handed person reaches for them
Was the first priority
On my agenda
Next was taking all the
Dishes out of the left side sink
Which contains the garbage disposal
Scraping and putting
Them into the larger right side
Filled with sudsy hot water. To let the left-over cooked
Eggs soften off
Those are probably the two biggest
Stand out items in my kitchen
That says the wife in this kitchen is LEFT-HANDED
Since we retired
My husband has become the
Chief chef
In this left-handed kitchen…
He does his cooking his way
And leaves my kitchen in
A disarray of right-handedness
That drives this lefty bonkers…
My sister-in-law
Also right-handed but more
Left-handed kind
Has informed me how to find
Things in my kitchen now
That my right-handed husband has
Been putting things away
She informed me that it isn’t
So much his right-handedness
As it is his man-handedness
Which is their easiest way to do it
They put everything on the middle
Eyesighted shelf
In the refrigerator and the pantry
Everything goes in their mind on the shelf straight ahead
No reaching no bending
Can’t find the dust pan look in the
Pantry straight ahead
Found it
Lemons
In frig straight ahead
Found it
Should be in drawer
No she said
They don’t look there
Straight ahead
Middle shelf
OMG
So now I will
Continue to put my kitchen
Back to it’s left-handed status
After I try to figure out
My husband’s man-handedness brain
A new nightmare for this
left-handed wife
Man-handedness!!!!
This is his idea of retirement. Some how I’m not into the outfit and carrying the big net walking in a stream that I’m not sure of the bottom. I only like being wet in a bathing suit in 80′ weather.
He bought me a beautiful fly rod and I have yet to use it but somehow it has been in quite a few streams. He also bought me the boots and a vest and a ton of flies. The problem is I only like ocean fishing on a boat about 10 miles out to sea and he doesn’t like the boat ride unless it is on a lake. So, the compromise is to meet up for dinner. Not ideal but we’re together for the car ride, or the plane ride to get to our destination and then for dinner and sleeping. I say ” 3 out of 4 ain’t bad.”
“Finding the time to spend together along with individual time, keeps conversations lively and the time together even more special.”
by
Jane Elaine™
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I know it’s Sunday but I seem to be able to sneak into the
office and work on my blog while my husband is watching the latest golf tournament.
But after about 10 minutes he yells out – “What are you doing?” I tell him I’m working on my blog.
I then hear the icebox (refrigerator for those that don’t know me) door open and yell out. “What are you
doing”? and he says he’s working too – on his stomach!!
He probably thinks that makes me think, I should cook dinner. No Not Me!!! I’m smarter than that!!
I’m heading to Amazon.com not Peapod.
“As we keep inching closer to that GOLDEN ANNIVERSARY I just need to make sure we’re both
in good shape to take on the next 50″.
by
JaneElaine
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This picture was taken a few years ago on Cocoa Beach in Florida. The reflection in my sunglasses is of the same guy I’ve had in my sights since I was 15 and if I may say so the view has only become clearer and more beautiful as the years have flown by.
Marriage can only endure when the couple has the same goals and focus their sights on the same views.
I only have eyes for you and I’mexcited to share the views throughout our retirement years.
by
Jane Elaine™
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Husbands are Great – but a Wife… a wife is twice as nice ©
Today is our aniversary. I remember it with chills and joy. It’s so wonderful to know that the day we married is a very special date to him too. He never forgets. Today he woke me up with a card and gifts on my pillow. Even after all these years he remembers and tells me it was the most wonderful day of his life. He makes me feel like the years have not accumulated but have melted into that one special day that we share. This one is as memorable as the 1st, 2nd, 3rd,……and beyond. Our commitment to us is what makes us work.
A good marriage cannot exits where you and I take priority over us.
by
Jane Elaine™
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Husbands are Great – but a Wife… a wife is twice as nice ©
He walks in the house with a bag of Chinese. “Here’s dinner,” he says, “you sounded down when I called so I thought I’d take care of dinner”.
Not just seeing your mood but hearing it in your voice and jumping to make it better is a great sign of friendship. Marriage isn’t an institution it’s a friendship. Don’t take it for granted, savor it.
by
Jane Elaine™
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Husbands are Great but a Wife… a wife is twice as nice ©
The look and feel of love is not always wrapped in Tiffany Blue.
Quite a while ago my sister-in-law had to go back to our hometown for a couple weeks to be with her mother leaving her hubby home to fend for himself. She made sure he had clean clothes and some staples in the kitchen so he wouldn’t starve, packed up the car and with a girlfriend made the 8 hour journey back home. Every evening they talked on the phone to keep up with each other’s day and as the two weeks came to an end they both looked forward to her ETA back home. She arrived home early in the day while my brother-in-law was still at work. She and her girlfriend unpacked the car and proceeded into the house. What they found was what just about any wife would find. Wet towels on the bathroom floor, newspapers strewn on the family room floor and the kitchen in a less then appealing sight with dirty dishes in the sink and counters filled with things that should be in the cupboard or pantry. Her girlfriend remarked that, “I guess he thinks it’s your job to clean up after him since you haven’t been home for a couple weeks”. “No,” she said “he’s just showing me how much he needs me”.
This is not a newly married couple, they’ve been married 36 years, but my sister-in-law still has that new bride twinkle in her eye and love in her heart when she sees or speaks of her hubby. She doesn’t get caught up in the little irritating things of life that can cause arguments and unnecessary stress. You see, true love can see and find ‘the love’ through the clutter of life, creating a safe haven for love to grow and endure.
by
Jane Elaine™
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Husbands are Great but a Wife… a wife is twice as nice ©
Operating a bridal store for over 25 years, I come across many different marriage dilemmas. Not long ago one of my brides asked me to exchange the size of her dress label for one that stated that the dress was a size 10. She said her dream was always to be a size 10 and what better time than for her wedding. I said no problem and I had my seamstress exchange the sizing tags. The bride picked up her dress and had a beautiful wedding.
I didn’t give it another thought until she brought her dress back for heirlooming about six months later. She said her wedding was wonderful and she was very happy. Then she related this story to me. “She related they had their first Christmas together and her husband bought her beautiful gifts. She said after opening all the gifts she asked him whatever made him think she was a size 10? He said he looked in her wedding gown that was hanging in the closest and since they were only married a month before Christmas the size should be right. Oh, she said. Explained the difference in bridal sizing, thanked him for the gifts and returned them for the appropriate sizes.” I asked if she wanted the sizing changed before heirlooming. “No, she said, in years to come I want everyone to know that I was a size 10 bride.”
In marriage I guess you have to decide how important that white lie is and how the consequences might affect the relationship. But when it comes to weight, age and size I’m sure over the years white lies will stretch with our waistlines. In this particular situation it’s mind over matter. If you don’t mind then does it really matter?
by
Jane Elaine™
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This picture was taken a few years ago on Cocoa Beach in Florida. The reflection in my sunglasses is of the same guy I’ve had in my sights since I was 15 and if I may say so the view has only become clearer and more beautiful as the years have flown by.
Marriage can only endure when the couple has the same goals and focus their sights on the same views.
I only have eyes for you and I’m excited to share the views throughout our retirement years.
By…Jane Elaine™
Tonight it’s so cold
The reason for the fire
First of the season…
Its smell reminds me of the bonfires
That began the season
Of our high school football games
Covering plants
So they won’t freeze
I think winter will come soon
Not just a tease …
The wood in our fireplace
Is crackling so loud
And the flames are flickering Warming our home
Outside leaves are falling
As the wind blows…
But tonight this fire
Is warming our toes…
Fall through my window
So beautiful to behold
Our Ash trees so bold Blazing colors of red and gold
We will miss these great trees
That grace our green yard
But the Ash has a blight
So we’ve been told
They cut and removed
Many, many of these trees
And I’m thankful…
Everyday that ours I still see…
They are numbered by the city…
They say it’s just time
Before these beauties
Will be cut down and die
But this fall…
Once again…
From my window they show
What beauty, what majesty and color
They hold…
Trying hard to not see
The mess he’s begun
Cleaning, viewing and petting His guns…
They sit on the floor
They sit on the bed
They sit on the counter
They are inside of his head
Thinking about hunting
Is today’s game…
As he polishes the wood
Having nothing to do with the aim
He loves the stock’s wood
Engravings on the metal
Not really interested in
How well they might shoot
It’s all in appearance
I’ve watched him hunt
I know he’s more worried
About a nick or scratch
The reason his aim seldom scores
He saw many pheasants
On his last hunting trip
As he hunted protecting the stock Not one bird was hit…
Getting ready for Friday’s Senior League has begun…
Cleaning his clubs and shoes
Combing his closet for just the right outfit and pressing his pants with crisp seams is the routine…
Sometimes I think his mind is more on appearance then his stokes,
Pars and score…
But as with everything he has ever been involved… his appearance has always held his utmost attention…
Whether working, fishing, hunting, golfing, playing tennis, racquetball or basketball… by his appearance… Most people think he is the expert…
He dresses for the part and could Grace the cover of all the magazines
Whether he knows the game or not…
My heart always melts….
When he comes downstairs dressed to the nines…looking absolutley GORGEOUS… Just like when he’d appeared at my Door dressed for our dates…
50 years with my GQ man….
Where is… has become the beginning of most conversations between this retired couple
Where is my phone
Where is my wallet
Where are my keys
Where are my shoes
This morning where are my golf clubs
Was the question…
He looked at me as though
I might have thrown them out…
That is usually his next question
When something is missing
All of a sudden his eyes opened wide
Like a light bulb was turned on
At the golf course he said
I left them at the golf course
Yesterday….
Where is…
Did you throw out…
Leaving clubs at the golf course
After playing 18 holes yesterday
PRICELESS……
jcs
A mouse, a mouse
…in my house
Makes me feel…
…like a louse
Setting a trap
Hoping to catch
The mouse…
Who invaded my house
Woke to the fact
That indeed
The mouse
Who invaded my house
Is no longer residing
Within my house
When did kitchen knives become such a fixation in his mind
He’s been juggling this in his
Head ever since he spent a small fortune on 8 steak knives a couple months ago
That can’t compare with the ones’
We already have
I’m over knives…
Retirement gives you
A view of life… making you realize
“Eating to live” does not require
Expensive or top of the line knives
This too shall pass
But when his mind gets stuck on something he’s like a dog with a bone
Therefore I’ll read my book and let Him chew on this until he’s satisfied
While I continue to uncluttered
And empty my mind and dwell
On that which matters
Can’t wait to take his knives outside
And cut up twigs or rope
Or use as a screwdriver as he always did with mine…..
Sports, CNN, & Fox News
seems to be the same
Genre to my hubby…
He gets angry, mad as hell Yells and
Reacts the same…
To passes, editorials, field goals,
News alerts, baskets, interviews,
Scores, GNPs, Stock alerts
And touchdowns…
Passionate…
One might call him Even Overactive, zealous maybe crazy…
I find it loud
Nerve wracking,
Unnecessary
And
IRRITATING!!!
Definately a reason to
Go to bed early
Or go shopping!!!!!!
School bells
Rushing summer
Away…
Fall sweaters
Instead of bathing suits
Swimming pools
Closing their gates…
Trees with changing colors
Leaves falling soon
As their burning aromas
Fill the air…
Summer is gone…
Fall is here.
*jcs
Watching him
Wash clothes
Iron shorts
Cook
And now
Clean up the kitchen
Realizing
Retirement
Has changed my
Retired groom
No longer the
Guy
I took care of
From combing his
Hair to
Threading his belt
Into the loops on his pants
To making his wardrobe picks
And packing his clothes
Although
Changing his habits
He stills leaves
A tornado of
Clothes, shoes and
Grease in his wake
From golf balls and tees
Open cabinets
Toothpaste mints in the sink
And socks
And undies never making
It to the hamper
His love
His temper
His antics
And love for food
Are still the same
As well as his love
For me
He’s taken
A more hands on
With the Chores
And I’m grateful
As my desire to
Cook and cleaned
Has wained
Loving him from the
Beginning
To the end
Thankful he’s mine
I wonder where I’ll be
I wonder how I leave
And what the mood
Will be
If tomorrow never comes for me
Will it be quick
With anger
Or slow
With pain
Will it matter
Can I say goodbye
Blow you a kiss
Or A wave
No longer seen
If tomorrow never comes
Will I sleep right through the night
Will I see the sunrise
Or will I leave in darkness
Aching for the light
Tomorrow never coming
Devours all my thoughts
Can’t seem to get prepared
As sadness fills my heart
Will you be sleeping
Soundly
Next to me
Will you be away
And hear it
By the ring
Never feeling
My kiss
Or my
wave
no longer
seen
When the last sunrise has set
And the light in my eyes gone
Will you feel my kiss
Or my wave no longer seen
I’ll feel your kiss upon my lips
And your tears on my cheek
And a smile in my heart
As I see the future
The moment
You’ll be walking to me
And my wave will then be seen
Jcs
7/17/18
The brain never stops learning
Its cells need to dine
Reading could be dinner
Research…wine.
Education…..
Shouldn’t stop at degrees
With the internet discovery
Knowledge expands… endlessly
Never to be bound
By money or time..
Unwalled… the brain
Can feast gluttoneesly.
My goal… to expand mine
And find God in time.
So the end of my days..
Will be peaceful and kind.
*jcs
Days are long
when you’re not home
nights are long and lonely
there’s really no reason
to get up and move
when my motivation is away
Never expected days like these
now that we are old
our bed is cold
mornings are lonely
there’s no laughing when you’re gone
The Young and Restless
becomes
the days of my Life
as there’s no reason to smile
when the love of my life
is so far away
For too many of our days
*jcs
Human nature is so funny
Even as we are growing older…
Checking out an assisted living home yesterday for my mother in law
we came across a sweet couple
until I realized she was just interested in when my husband was moving in
She just couldn’t keep her eyes and hands off him
And then informed me that I better
keep a close eye on him
Cause he’s one beautiful item
So do we call an 85+ year old women a cougar or in this case a lioness….
Her husband was sitting with her
Just shaking his head and laughing
I gently but firmly told her… as I took her hands in mine…. Hands off ….he’s mine
*jcs
Kentucky Derby Day
Hubby is excited and crazy
As he’s been cooking, cleaning
And now at off track betting getting the horse bets for all the kids
Don’t know what got into him
He’s also making the drink of the day
MINT JULIEPS
Many wear a mask I have discovered in my life. For better or for worse it’s a way to hide from humiliation, truthfullness, fear, critique, ridicule, authenticity, commitment, discovery or anything one wants to hide from view. Relationships and friendships are hard to continue when truth and authenticity is not a forward facing belief.
Carpeting a home in beige is a good illustration of wearing a face. You can bring 19 samples of beige carpet into your home and as the lighting changes or with the setting of the sun you will see shades of brown, pink, grey or blue apear in various hues. As for my friends and my home I want the color that remains constant, no matter the day, night, height of the sun or situation.
*jcs
Constantly thinking
What forever is like
All the time feeling
It might be sleep-like
A bit fearful
As in many nightmares
One can never awake
From forever falling
Or being chased
With legs stuck in place
In front of a crowd
Delivering a speech
With the audience all dressed to the nines
And you standing there totally nude
Then there are the ones
When you get off a bus
With no one around
Or picking you up
The worse ones are laying inside
Of that box
And people walking by critiquing
Your life
We loved her… but she was so loud
Looks like death finally quieted her down
And what’s with that color of hair…
Can’t understand why she never
Lost weight
Or why She thought her opinions were always so great
Any one of these senario’s
Would make forever not fun
So I think I’ll wake up
And live my life
It’s more fun
*jcs
Our Barney chewed the tassels from my brand new shoes And cowered under the desk in our
Family room As I yelled my wife scooped him up and berated me for leaving them on the floor
Over the years that puppy caused more damage but never more then the joy he brought into our home with his excited brown eyes long black floppy ears. short wiggling tail and soft pink tongue that he kissed us with constantly
After he passed we bought a rhomba sweeper that my wife would turn on in the morning to follow me around just like Barney eating up crumbs that I would drop on the floor as he poked my leg with his cold wet nose letting me know he was ready for more
RIP Barney
*jcs
Waking to the news each day
It’s hard to say
If my mind will change
On all that I believe
Reading gives me pause to think
But so do inaccuracies widely
Repeated on the news in a blink
Without the slightest
Thought of how they appear
And how they affect what others think
Truth is what we all need
And yet many feel that truth is evil
So they spin it to fullfil the need
To express their point of view
Many don’t have the desire to
Seek the truth which is very evident
In the way they scream their views
Not understanding that truth
Needs no megaphone
As it always rises eventually
Truth is in each and everyone’s
Heart and soul
It’s the mind that
Inflicts the pain of lies
To injure the heart
Deflating ones soul
Denying mankind the
Unending future of eternity
*jcs
Where…
Where is….
I can’t find….
Are the words in his mind
As he yells out to mine
What are we looking for
Where did you look
It has to be in your car
Did you really look…
All over inside
Yes he said.…
All over inside
It’s not there….
Where could it be
As he stares right at me
I’ll look…
Where I know it is
In the car…
And then if I find it
#$%&@
It was in the visor
Exactly..…….
We’re you put it
When you were
With me
On our trip to and from
Lori’ s
Did you really look
Doesn’t appear so to me
As you claim to look….
Yet never see
Never can forget that night…
He answered the phone
As I rocked our youngest
Seeing his face
With such sad eyes
Brought tears to mine…. Not yet knowing…why
He held out the phone
And turned away
Knowing the words
My dad was about to say
Your mom just died….
We don’t know why
But she’s gone
You need to come home right away
She died on the floor
Beneath the Christmas tree
January 2…46 years ago
Seems like a dream now… to me
She was tired when we left
After our family holiday
But never expected she would be
Gone the next day
She told me so much
In the two weeks before that day
Things she kept inside… Now feeling she just had to say
There will be she said…
A funeral soon… I’m seeing my parents here every night and day … though long ago they passed away
Was she letting me know these were the last of her days
As I laid on her bed she kept
Talking away…
It was the 15th Christmas
In our house…..she designed
The drive home….
Just a flash in my thoughts
Even though we were eight or more hours away
We got there at five
Went to where she was laid
Never dreamed I would
Be seeing my mother this way
She was beautiful and calm
Perfectly placed…
With no movement… no words
No smile on her face…
Her makeup was perfect… Her hair just her way Her glasses sat like she just fell asleep On this couch after a long… hectic day
As this daughter approached This beautiful box
Knelt down at her side
And cried on her cheek… That was blushed a pale pink
I am 23 years…you are 32 more
At such a young age
Why are we here in this place
Within 2 hours
Everyone…
She knew stood in line….for hours… To see her just one more time
The morning
Before…
They closed her away
We kissed her and hugged her
And touched her once more
My tears fell
My heart quaked
I cried and called out to her…
Begging her to wake…
The funeral was beautiful
She wanted all White
The Mass of the Resurrection
Was her request
And her right
Putting her into the ground
I will never forget
She hated the cold
And it was freezing that day
Later that evening I stood by her grave A mound of brown dirt In a cemetery of hundreds Blanketed with sparkling snow Nothing was visible…she seem all alone
Six feet down
Under all the funeral flowers
Frozen in place
In below zero weather
Never more would I see
My beautiful mother
….Then I remembered
We forgot her warm coat
I think of that now…
And still cry
Everytime that it snows…
*jcs
Snow days use to thrill me…
No school, just free all day,
To skate and sled and snowmen make
Until the sun went down.
Our hands would freeze, frostbite would tease,
Hot choclate would ease our pain…
Then slip and slide, back outside
To play and freeze again.
The day would stay within our heads
As we were shooed to bed..
We’d say our prayers and snuggle tight
With hopes the snow would fall all night.
*jcs
Where on earth does hate hide
Within the body
Causing damage deep inside
A place where light can never reside
An xray can’t find
Nor an MRI
The hate that eats the soul alive
Devouring peace at an accelerated stride
Creating a darkness
A wave that is hard to ride
Causing one to fall
Even deeper inside
Where is the light
To rise to
When the hate
Has drawn a shade so tight
Enveloping heart, life and soul
Within it’s deep gloom of night
The heart is sad
The mind is closed
The soul is buried
And can not rise
Until the hate
Is unearthed
And given the light of day
To reach and find forgiveness
TODAY
*jcs
Rising so much earlier
He works on his stocks
Buying or selling keeps his mind alert
I on the other hand can sleep the
Morning away
Not really rallying until almost
Midday
Mornings have never appealed to me
Much
My mind doesn’t engage early
And I never touch
Anything important early in the day
The midnight hour is my favorite time
When most are sleeping and everything is hushed
My mind thinks and rethinks without all the rush
Now that I’m older
I’m sleeping much more
Making up for the nights that sleep
Never knocked on my door
Days of rocking my babies
Or waiting up for teens
Walking the floor wondering
About all the ages in between
Have given me hours to catch up
On sleep
Leaving the worry to
Our 4 raised kids
Now it’s their time to have
Sleep seldom knock on their door As they spend their time worrying and walking the floors
*jcs
Moving at this time in our life
Isn’t something for this wife
I love our home
And can’t see ever leaving
On a whim at our age
If something happened to one of us
The other one would be
Far from any family
My heart just wouldn’t
Be there as our body ages
Our kids would have a problem
With aging parents
So far away
And our health will be decreasing
With our age constantly increasing
Moving just to move
To a neighborhood unknown
Without a backyard
Golf course view
Or a front yard ocean view
Is not for me
*jcs
If I had the chance
Would I do it all again
Go to Catholic school
Fall for the boy I love
Marry young
Move away from home
Have 3 kids
Get my MS after my BA
Own 2 businesses
Retire
And now, write poetry
Yes, I would…exactly the same
Not because there’s not a chance to
Do it again
But because my life has followed
God’s Plan
I didn’t plan or maneuver my life
In any way
I was born
Educated
Married, bore and raised
Three great kids
Lost my parents early
Took custody and finished raising
My little sister
Worked my dream job
In love with the boy who is
Still The One
Question my faith
But not my God
Or His plan for me
Enjoying retirement
And writing poetry
About life, love and God’s plan
Til the End
*jcs
The silence woke him
As the night turned to day.
He heard no breathing
As she slumbered away.
The noise of her snoring
Could have woken the dead.
Before she started wearing
That contraption to bed.
They tested her twice
As she slept in their lab.
Hooked to wires with sensors
That blinked round her head.
Statistics they gave
Said her breathing stopped…
Many times…
Causing her to wake, choking for air.
They put her on a machine
Called CPAP.
Blowing air at a steady pace
In her nose through her throat.
She now breathes easily
Through out the night
The CPAP machine
Is working just right.
The night now is quiet
As her snoring is gone
Now he’s awake
Due to the silence of no sound.
*jcs
Since facebook has become essential
In everybody’s lives.
Sharing pictures, thoughts and views
Of each and every day.
We’ve all became complacent
With our privacy
And now are we really shocked
As our lives, on display
Have become a commodity.
Not for us who share our stuff
But for those who see a way
To make money…
With the things we share
And the belief we have with
What we read.
We search… we share
Automatically
An ad appears
Reaching at our wants.
Then some propaganda
Jumps before our eyes
And maybe we believe.
Why because facebook
And the internet has
Taken over our subconcience.
Then we begin to use this info
As a reference and repeat.
Dudilligence has gone
The way of…
“Just Google it”…
And then the stuff goes on and on.
*jcs
I wish I understood
The hate in peoples’ soul.
Why Jesus’s grace
Is not a part…
Of everyones’ brain and heart.
Christianity can not exist
When hatred rules your thoughts.
Lack of love…
Has always been…
What sets our worlds apart.
We may share the same…
Earth, Moon, Stars and Sun..
But hatred is the difference
Between Heaven and Hell.
It’s not our place to judge…
But choosing we must do…
Deciding to hear your hatred
Or keep Jesus in MY heart.
*jcs
Watching the Masters today
With its beautiful scenery…
Azelas in bloom
The course so well groomed.
Makes our cold weather
Overwhelmingly gloom.
But easier to sit all day
Watching this game of golf.
As golfers compete
On a course so complete
With beauty and warmth
Create a mood of contentment.
My soul relaxes, my mind drifts
And yet my competitive spirit
Jumps with excitement… When the scores get close.
Rooting for one….
Throws serenity away
As the holes pass by…
Scenery noticed no more.
The focus has changed
From beauty and warmth
To sweating… In the heat of competition.
*jcs
Reading and studying about golf today
Don’t know why….
But my hubby loves to play.
It could keep me busy
If I could pick up the game
Enjoyed it alot when I was in a league
And played.
I have the club’s
And can hit the ball
Maybe 9 holes
Could make my day.
Need a more comfy
Pair of shoes.
Walking the course
Can cause some pain.
So now I just need
To get in the mind set
And pay the dues
And give my hubby the good news
*jcs
Never thought we’d reach 50 years.
Never thought we’d live this long.
Our parents passed young
And even though we feel young
We are in the late ages of life.
Never thought about our golden years.
Yet look here we are.
Loving each other is easy.
Can’t wait til the day is over…
Snuggling in our big bed is the best part of every day.
The kids have grown older too.
It’s hard for us to believe.
We see how old their children are
Yet our, I DO’s… just seem like yesterday.
Three kids, now six grandsons
Because you and I fell in love.
What more could we ask for as these years have been so good.
I guess an easy journey as we continue down the road.
Keeping close to each other and may nothing keep us apart.
When our time comes to an end… May we go together and not have to Ever part… Because ever leaving you… Would just break my heart.
*jcs
Missing all the things I used to do
Before retirement age moved in.
Making sure all my brides
Had beautiful weddings
And gorgeous gowns.
That fit their bodies
And personalities.
Making sure their walk
Down the aisles
Made their dreams
Come true.
Still some of them
Returned again and again
To have me plan a new
Day of Dreams to Come True.
Sometimes I think….
Too much time and money
Is spent on the wedding day-dream
Without enough commitment
Spent on their marriage dreams.
*jcs
Yardwork beginning today
Around the neighborhood,
And I have to say…
It may be cold
But there’s hope in the air
That Spring…
May be near.
Then hopes are dashed
As snow flakes fall
Plans to hit golf balls are trashed.
Another afternoon of watching TV
Or playing on the cell phone…
A game of Candy Crush.
*jcs
Reading gives much info
For thoughts…
About everything
Enjoyed or not.
New words are found
Ideas and knowledge
One would otherwise
Never see…
If one does not continue
To read.
Read for fun
Read for facts,
Information of why
We are fat.
Reading gives travels…
Places never seen.
Except through the pages
Discribing…
Beautiful scenes.
How the brain works,
Why the heart beats…
Why we believe in eternity.
All these things…
Revealed each day
To all of those…
Who read continuously.
*jcs
Why do the women
Who talk on the news.
Wear clothes out of season
And don’t cover their boobs.
Their dresses are stuck
To their breasts and their thighs.
Thinking Kim K’s butt size
Is fashion to be prized.
The networks are requiring
More skin to be shown.
Yet all the men still
Wear suits and ties.
It seems like the men
Are still running the show.
Showing more skin
So they will tune in.
Raise up your neckline
And cover your knees
News isn’t meant
To give men what they please.
*jcs
Rain is falling
The air is cold.
Looking for signs
Of Spring…
Is really getting old.
The sky is looking gloomy
Not even a peak
From the sun.
Is lightening up
This day in April
And it’s making me
Just glum.
Put off our trip
To Wisconsin.
Don’t think it would be fun.
Traipsing in an old town
Getting wet…
With no warmth from
The sun.
So without sun
The TV will be the light.
That shines in our
Family room warming
Up our life.
*jcs
Are we all so busy
That we never stop to see.
All the beauty
Nature….
Is painting us for free.
The colors of the sky
The hues upon the ground.
The sun, the cotton clouds
Everywhere you look…
Beauty all around.
Pictures that we take
Are from the surroundings
That were in…
Appreciating all of it
Is nothing but a win.
Fishing in the water
Way out in the sea…
With an ever changing
Skyscape…
Everyone should see.
White caps on the water
As the waves keep blending in.
Another one rolls over
As another begins..
It’s dance… all over again.
My heart and soul
Are happy…
As the waves keep rolling in.
Creating more pictures
On the canvas I am in.
*jcs
What is my bucket list…
I really don’t know.
Can’t think of anything
I really want to do.
I’ve lived my life
The way I wanted to.
Doing pretty much
What I wanted to do.
Where we ‘ve gone
And what we’ve done.
Has thrilled me
And filled all my dreams.
Being with you
Has always been my bucket list.
Can’t think of anything
Other then never being without you.
*jcs
I wish I weren’t so jealous
Of that view you’re showing me.
To be sitting on the chaises
And looking at the sea.
There is no place on earth
Where I would rather be.
Than laying in the sun with you
Down there by the sea.
I pray you have a wonderful vacation
Down there by the sea.
With Ryan and the boys
Making memories.
Make sure you all get in the pictures
To see how much they have grown.
Because the time you spend with them
Are the best years that they’ve known.
With you they are carefree and happy
And as the years fly by.
They will have these times to remember…
Their wonderful childhood and strive…
To be as good as you and Ryan
In each of their hearts they’ll see.
Through the wonderful times
You’ve spent with them
Down there by the sea.
Love mom & dad.
3/35/2018
Words can feel like arrows
As they spew out of the mouth.
Taking aim…the target being
Directly to the heart.
The pain may cause no blood to run
But the pain… it’s there the same.
Causing many tears to fall
With the hatred in the aim.
A word…
Like a slap across the face
Can cause injury….
Without even a trace.
The handprint of the slap will heal
But a word said…will remain,
Imbedded in the heart…
Throbbing with the pain.
The word once said…
Can’t be erased
But will keep it’s trace
Somewhere deep inside.
Where other words said with hatred
Are planted and will grow.
More hatred and more evil words
Than anyone should know.
*jcs
Things he asks… make me laugh.
Today his question…
Would he use ink
To make a photo copy
Instead of printing.
My question…
What is on the paper
From a photo copy…
Ink I guess…Was his answer
My reply……Bingo.
First day of Spring… a bit gloomy and cold.
Because it is March…. I am told.
It makes winter go on an on,
Yet the calendar says it should really be gone.
The first day of Spring should be sunny and warm.
But today just doesn’t fit that form.
It’s sunny now, a bit windy too…
It’s the chill that is keeping Spring out in the cold.
One should be getting lighter clothes, ready to go
But staying warm will be the clothes to be worn.
Til the tempature rises and buds start to bloom
Hoping to wear shorts and tee shirts real soon.
So hurry Sping and blow your way in.
So flowers can grow and sprinklers spin.
Causing grass to turn green and robins to sing
Returning leaves to trees… and me… to a porch with a swing.
*jcs
Today is just another day
Yet it seems the same to me.
Another day soon crossed off
Our quickly dwindling way.
An age is reached when the road ahead
Is coming to an end…very visible in one’s head.
The body stoops, the hair is grey,
And the memory slips… more each day.
There’s nothing special occuring today
As it passes by… just like yesterday.
And it’s sad today, as it passes away…
As one can never bring back a day.
*jcs
Personally https://g.co/kgs/Ln738N
It’s a crazy game I play
Traffic… I always avoid
Finding other routes is what I do.
Whether through neighborhoods,
Behind a stripmall, or driving through a parking lot.
Managing to only be in a line with a car or two.
It might not be a short cut…
That’s really not my aim
Staying out of traffic is the name…
Of my neurotic game.
Seeing me in your neighborhood
You’ll wonder why I’m out so far.
Your question will be answered…
As you’ll see, I’ll be the only car.
*jcs
What can I eat, what should I skip
What should never pass over my lips. Acid reflux rules my life… Making eating, forever a strife.
Sometimes I take a chance
Eating things that in my throat dance.
A firey jig the burns to my toes
With me pacing back and forth in rows.
I eat tums by handfuls
And drink gallons of milk.
Eating wrong foods keep me
Up late at night much longer than guilt.
Guilt you can justify and still sleep night and day…
But the burn in my throat just won’t go away.
*jcs
Need to get my closets in dying condition.
Why?
Because I’m seventy.
At this age I shouldn’t be worried
About my messy closets and all the things
I have hoarded away for my kids to have
To throw away.
They will wonder why mom kept this or that
And should they really throw it out.
Since we never downsized after they left
My house is full of stuff that I don’t want
Just never had time to throw away.
The time has come.
The time is now.
So look out things..
Out you go.
*jcs
Dieting is an exercise that’s hard to endure.
Deleting certain food you’ve learned to adore.
You try and you fail and you try once again
But the food that you love… you always give in.
The calories add and your waistline adjusts
Never down… just up, up and up.
The blood pressure rises with each belt increase…
Why can’t I just diet..and make the BP decrease.
Something in the brain that can’t be explained…
Causes one to eat instead of taking a stand
Against all the calories that you get from the junk.
Like pop, candy, cake, bacon, bread that you push in Your mouth….
Ultimately making one unhealthy…
And stout.
*jsc
Dinner tonight was filling.
Not stuffing…
But just enough to get up from the table
Feeling satisfied.
No meat only steamed asparagus,
A spring leaf salad and white cheddar macaroni.
Fitting for a Friday in Lent
Cutting back on the earlier weeks calories.
My retired groom developed the menu
Prepared it too…
Arranged it on a plate like a seasoned chef.
To my palate… it was a delight.
Oprah, you are always on my mind.…
I got hooked on her when she took over another
Chicago morning show
So many years ago.
She was good at the beginning then remember
It got a little trashy.
Then she saw the light, stopped competing with
The other trash going at the same time.
Love the book clubs
Love the Pjs.
Love that she took over the production
And named it Harpo.
Thought she’d get married and
I’d design her gown,
Or be the planner of her wedding
That would set me up tight in Chicagoland.
But my life and business got in the way.
She turned off the morning show
And went off on her own.
To find other things to expand on her soul
And I’d listen to see what a difference she’d make.
I’m still watching and seeing the good that she does
And hope some day we might get in touch.
Politics and the presidency could be her downfall
And I’m praying she stays out of that domain…That swamp that just doesn’t drain.
*jcs
Out the kitchen window in my dishwashing gaze
With the sun shining and birds chirping
Although it’s still cold.
The bushes, flowers and trees
Are beginning to awake from the last freeze.
With hope that their grasses, petals and leaves
Will soon sprout forward and take their leave
From their underground bed of deep sleep.
Only a short time away before Spring starts the show
Of unbelievable beauty
In color and song.
There will be showers so May flowers grow
And winds shaking the dead limbs from trees.
Then summer will follow with the smell of cut grass
And the sound of kids yelling…
As they get out of class.
What more can I ask for, out my kitchen window,
In my dishwashing gaze.
*jcs
Spinning, yes spinning has hold of my mind
Twirling words, syllables and rhymes
In and out of lines
Until they land making sence of a kind.
Poetry, sonnets or just thoughts
That come together and make sense to me.
With hope that others will eventually see
The visual the words paint for me.
*jcs
Daybreak give us hope each day
That yesterday’s troubles have melted away.
This may not be the case today
Unless we solved the problems of yesterday.
Today, new issues may appear
Creating solutions for you to find.
Searching all possibilies within our mind
Or the same problems will stay behind.
Dashing the hopes of tomorrow’s morn
As more problems greets each day.
Creating a gloom….
That will continually loom…
With each new upcoming dawn.
*jcs
My heart is very sad today
And I wish… I knew why.
The sun is shining
My body moves
And my mind is working fine.
There is no reason for sadness
As I opened my eyes today.
My children are well
Our health is okay
And our faith is still intact.
Maybe its the lack of purpose
That greets me each morning I wake.
Nothing really needs me to do a thing
As retirement is doing…
It’s thing.
*jcs
Chocolate is my downfall
Maybe… what holds me up.
When I’m sick or lonesome
Or just chilled…
Hot chocolate in a cup
Just a sip…
Warms and cheers me up.
In a cookie or a cake
There is no better way
In a muffin or a scone
To start each and every day.
Although… a candy bar will do
To get me through
It is…the taste I crave.
*jcs
The internet takes alot of time
Away from living.
We all seem to check email,
Facebook and texts update
Not to mention…
Twitter and just googling.
I’ve watched people walk their dog
Typing more often than their
Dogs are smelling trees.
I wonder how soon there will be
Goups formed for Internet Intoxication.
Called THE I I I I.
Institution of Internet Intoxication Intervention.
I fear I will be a member
Along with most of us who own a phone.
Which the internet claims to be
90% of the population.
jcs
Snow is falling…
On this dreary March day.
While rabbits are running
To get underground.
Not so unusual seeing snow
This time of year.
Yet most are all sick…
Bundling up in winter gear.
We’re tired of the shovels
And have lost one or two gloves.
So sick of the snow
Falling down from above.
Looking forward to blue skies
And grass on the ground.
With flowers growin everywhere.
So please snow… get out of here!
*jcs
Hours have passed since you left and things here are the same, minus you. Worried that you are not having the best of days. Your mom seems to be on the road that we will all travel. I’m sorry that you won’t be spared this sad journey but no ending is ever easy. I only pray that God calls our name in the same order that we came.
Thought this picture was so appropriate with the upcoming snowstorm that will keep us in all weekend.
Also glad the stock market is closed tomorrow. Retired groom’s moods are bouncing like it is.
CNN, Y&R and B&B seem to have taken over this retired couples life. Trumps stupidity keeps our attention and the news channels help calm our nerves as they try to bring to light his lies and self serving manipulations of our country.
The soaps draw us in and keep us interested with their writers daydreams of made up stories televised to originally sell soap. Now selling all products to anyone watching unending commercials, which drag out the drama to days, weeks, months and years. And we watch out of boredom, cold days of staying in or in anticipation of the next unbelievable episode.
Have we become couch potatoes? Or just an ordinary retired couple trying to keep up with life and the psychology of people living life like the stars on the soaps, until the snow melts, the air warms and golf season begins?
Love my new slippers. Comfy, warm and able to clean my hardwood floors while walking around getting my steps in. Great for multitasking.
Thought a bonfire occurred before the sporting event not at the celebratory dinner. Hope all got out without being charred.
Tonight my retired groom’s great idea was to cut a frozen cheese pizza in half so we would eat less calories. He was quite surprised when he pulled it out of the oven and it looked so small. He was even more surprised when he asked how much I wanted. I went out and cut the half pizza he baked in half and put it on my plate. He said OH. I didn’t think you would eat that much. I guess he was only thinking he would save me calories. These are the things that keep this retired couple laughing.
Pantry finally got to me. When cans fall from the top shelf almost breaking my toe I have to clean and re-arrange AGAIN. Threw out open boxes of angel hair pasta since he has 10 as back up. Tomato product are taking over the whole closet. Not to mention the plastic bags he has been squirelling away since Christmas Shopping. Spending half the year at his mother’s house in 2017, due to her breaking her leg, has given him new traits that drive me nuts. Like throwing paper towels in the sink so we can use them again. Well the only consolation, I’m counting my steps. With all the trips to the garbage can with expired dates on some of his food goods and hundreds of bags I’m half way to my goal today. Always looking for the bright side with my retired groom.🌞🌞🌞
Political environment today is driving my husband mad. He calls Senators and Congressmen offices on a daily basis. I have to agree that this President lies so much that it begins to be a joke. I’m very worried that his idea of governing is not just putting the USA on the Comedy channel’s constant radar but is putting our fighting men in real jeopardy. How do these men and women on the front line know what to believe since he has ruined so many people’s reputation because they don’t play his game. His mentality can barely figure out checkers why does his base really think he can play chess or battleship. Having grandsons coming of age during his devisive and unprofessional presidency I’m worried sick about their future. I pray this madman is ousted soon and men of honor or at least brighter, make our country one of honor and justice for all again.
My pedometer ran out of charge about 3pm. I had close to 4000 steps. Now at 4 pm I have to start it over again. My goal is 10000 steps so I need 6000 more and that goal won’t show today as I will have to add two totals together. Yes it will be the same but it just won’t look or feel the same as seeing 10000 on the face of my watch.
Retired groom walks around the house saying, hey Jane. Hey Jane this, hey Jane that. It’s driving me crazy. He knows I’m watching a movie, or reading a book or even making the bed but no matter where I am, I hear, hey Jane, ringing in my ears. Where are the keys, where’s the remote, where’s the phone, is the dishwasher clean, are you going to the 7 11? Hey Jane is always followed with a question or request.. I thought once we were in the empty nest stage of our life I would stop hearing, hey Mom. I did, but it’s been replaced by HEY JANE. Our first grandson called me, Hey Jane come here, for quite a while before I got him to call me Grandma. Wonder where he learned that????
Wrong decisions can change the outcome in a single second. Watching the Monday playoff at Tori Pines. Sad that the mind makes a decision that can’t be changed once the ball is hit. The drop in the water just lost the tournament. Jason Day will win this one, I’m sure.
Where has my care gone? I’ve been going over in my mind wondering where it might be hiding. Maybe it disappeared when I retired, maybe it went into hiding when my clock flipped to 70. Maybe it’s right here and I’m not really looking for it.
Why am I not looking? Well I’ve cared for years and found it has been an empty feeling lately. I’ve cleaned house and someone always trashes it. I cooked but don’t care to eat. I read but forget the words. I pray and wonder how and why. I hope my caring hasn’t got up and left because I stopped looking for it, abused it or just stopped caring about it. Please, please come and find me. Not caring make me sad and lonely.
Flu season please don’t knock on my door this year. My shoulders ache, my neck hurts, I’m a bit warm and coughing more. The flu is all around and I’m staying home so please don’t knock on my door.
College Basketball on TV leads to another soliloquy on basketball, colleges, coaches and the maroon brick road to Eastern.
Wishing it was noon so he can make a hamburger, or rather a turkey burger. His clock moves with food. At one o’clock he’ll start planning our dinner. Will he find it in our packed freezers or will a grocery run be needed? It all depends on his heighten and always active taste buds. His words of food never change my desire for chocolate ice cream and Coca cola.
Again for the 10,000th plus time I am putting the toilet seat down. It infurriates me. Why can’t he just put the seat down when he’s done? We live in a house with 3 bathrooms but during the day we both use only the powder room and we are both on blood pressure meds with a diuretic. At night I use one bathroom and he uses the other so I’m never upset at night but my wrath grows every day during our powder room visits. But today I had a little come to Jesus moment. The seat was down. He’s getting the hang of it, I thought. Then it dawned on me. He hasn’t used the bathroom since the last time I used it about 15 minutes earlier. So I, left the seat down. Yes of course. He never gets mad at me because I leave the seat down. In fact he never mentions it. This realization just occured to me. 50 years of marriage and 50 years of me harping about this. It never occurred to me before that he never mentions that I leave it down. Such a simple everyday thing that shows the personality difference between the two of us. I gripe, I yell, I complain, I ridicule, I intimidate, I bitch. He’s never mentioned that I leave it up. NEVER,
What does this say about he and I? I’m not going to mention it again. It makes me realize that I am a bitch and he is not.
But in my defense only a woman can be a bitch.
The driveway is icy. I’m dying for a Coca Cola, retired groom is reminiscing with Dick Clark and rating that tune. I’M going to have to take the chance and get out on the roads because the man is driving me nuts today. I need a Coca Cola. NOW.
That’s it’s funny just how different we are, yet friendship has kept us near though we live apart far.
She is single, I am a pair. She’s a twin and my sister is just kin. Her attitude is soft and mine is pretty hard, and while she writes with the right I’m always heading left.
My opinions are voiced loudly while she keeps her’s close inside. She has a sweet little grandson and mine have multipled to six. I love how she enjoys to sew and makes things that I would only buy. I pray her children appreciate the love and time she spends, time that I tend to spend on me myself and I.
Her mother is past 90 and mine has been gone a long time, so she worries about hers constantly while I pray to mine.
Our talents are different, our faiths differ too, buy we do share similar political views. She loves to make plans and go out all the time while plans seem to intrude on my do nothing days. Friends are abundant in her hours and days. My time is very sedintary, shared mainly with hubby and kids. She loves to converse on the phone all the time while I’m more a comic needing an audience in my face to produce a good belly laugh.
No matter the differences or the miles we’re apart. We enjoy being together and are close in our hearts. So close infact that we just laugh if one of us farts.🌝🌞
The appointed time to get my locks trimmed. Its been 2 months since I had a haircut and my hair has gotten quite long and out of shape. When I walked in to the salon my girl Hannah couldn’t believe how quick my hair grew and that I haven’t colored it. She said that the women that usually is in on the nights I am usually in was asking about me and wanted Hannah to color her hair the the same color as mine. She told her my hair is blonde and is now streaking with white. That mainly I put on a rinse to tone down the yellow that gets absorbed into white porous hair. Quite nice that my hair is aging to a popular color this year. Can’t believe my aging hair is aging in style.
My Retired Groom 