Alone…

Is different than being lonely

It’s doing your own thing without

Critique or comments

Watching TV programs

Without regard to another’s likes/dislikes

Going to bed and rising on your own

Timeline…

Reading books for hours without

Interruption…

Not having to run to anyone’s needs

Answering your own questions

Or just asking and searching alone…

Burping, farting without shame

Not having to wait for anyone

When you are wanting to leave

Not cooking, shopping for food

And eating only ice cream

If you like…

Yet the thought of alone time

Makes me lonely…

Not eye to eye…

Is this type of communication

Creating less thoughtful comments

More pointed or caustic opinions…

As I read through Facebook and twitter

This is what I am seeing…

Without immediate and face to face

Dialogue…the personal remarks

Seem harsher than saying it to someone’s

Face…

Immediate reaction, such as glaring

Or a combative response seems to

Enable a bolder remark

When the conveyer and receiver

Are not nose to nose

And eye to eye…

Different approaches to get the right answer…

Seeing the difference of parents

In two brothers is amazing

One being negative

One being positive

And ongoing fighting

To get to the answer

The other questioning

Every possible effect

Without seeing the positive

Only dwelling on the impossible

Both serving them well

Throughout their careers

One charging forward

To get that sale

The other searching

All possibilities that could

Happen in getting people

Out of harms way and

Back on their feet…

There is a need for both

In every situation

With one always prevailing

In the event of the day…

What’s with pickles???

Went to Culver’s tonight

Bit into my big juicy

Shredded lettuce covered

Grilled chicken sandwich

Yuk…pickles

Did I go to McD’s

Instead…was my first thought

Pickles gave that taste

That make me not get hamburgers

At McDonalds

I can never get the taste off the burger

By just picking them off

The pickle juice has already seeped in

Like beet juice discolors hardwood

Floors when it gets spilled..

I had to cut off a thin slice

Of chicken to get rid of that

Pickley taste…

I hate pickles

Why does everyone think

Pickles make food taste better

The make you pucker

Eyes water

And cause that taste to

Permeate

Everything they touch

The same way coffee

Fills the air

Making one thinks

A skunk 🦨 is near…

Sleep only in daylight…

All night….

Sleeping at night

Is not fun for me

It seems like every dream

And nightmare

Enters my brain screen

And creates an all night theater

Including me as an actor

In the billboard

Of these productions…

They relive all my scarey

Pasts

Relatives passing

And future fears that

Have me dreading night…

I toss and turn

Walk the floor

Cry out… sleeping little

Waking as the sun rises

Sweating, tears in my eyes

And thankful God has

Given me another day

Giving me freedom of fear

As my dreams disappear

With daylight

Therefore; why I can

Sleep so soundly during

The brightest days…

As the producers of my dreams

Again spend their days

Thinking up new nightmare

Productions to keep me awake

The morning is late

I’m finally awake

The day began

With an early 4am ring

Bringing unhappy news

That his mother… is being

Transported, unresponsive

To the hospital

I know the sound of the phone

Caused him to quake…

As I shook him awake

And gave him the phone

At 92….unresponsive

With low oxygen

Is not a good start

To any morning

Survived another year

Out my front window

I can see

My Ash tree has survived another year

In midst of this pandemic my

Two front trees are fighting

An Ash Tree blight that

Have taken out many of the trees

In my neighborhood

It gives great shade in the summer

And the colors are amazing

That they share in the fall

Our trees are numbered

With a metal disc hammered

Into it’s trunk

And it’s a matter of time

Before the disease

Takes it out…

I’m hoping, like me

It will survive the Ash disease

And me and mine this pandemic

What has he really done?

Wishing I could understand

The reasoning of this man…

Who has let so many die

Without tears…even a sigh

He continues to spread his lies

Not caring that more will die

Letting him continue for 4 years more

Will not close the door

On how he has destroyed

The faith, love and freedom

Of all who are Americans

Spider spider on my wall…

The biggest spider

Crawled across my ceiling today

I grabbed a towel and softly

Brushed him down

Hoping to take him outside

To enjoy a few more days of sunshine

And summer like weather…

Sadly the spider fell

And scurried away

Hoping to stay inside

For another day

I’m sure he will

Soon reappear

Hoping to stay inside

Til the end of the year

The problem with that thinking

Is that other humans

Living within

Don’t have the same feeling

I do

About crawling things…

They may scream

Or yell

And swat or try

To kill

Just hoping you appear

On one of my days…

Karma is …

Where you are…

when you don’t follow truth..

This virus is real

This virus is here

It sickens

It kills

It lingers in your body…

He now has it…

But do we really know

Since most of his life…

Has been a con-show

I hope he is well

But does he really care…

About even one…

Who died of it…

Hopefully if he is really sick

He’ll have the soul and time

To think of everyone who suffered

And died on his watch….

It was a large responsibility

That he wasn’t interested

In containing

And now he’s feeling…

THE KARMA

Colors of Fall…

Colors of fall catch my eye

As I jump in my car

For my daily ride…

They russle….exploding….

With individual colors

As they wave goodbye

To the sky…

Knowing their days are short

As they shed their leaves

To the ground below

Making way for winters skies…

All that is left is my cute little rose

Shivering in the autumn breeze

Holding on to her petals

Til it’s time to fold…

And prepare herself

For the upcoming cold…

A light goes off…

In my head, as I am washing the bedding..

The older I get, making a king size bed

Is becoming overwhelming…

As I pulled the cover for my comforter

Out of the drier I remember why I started

Using it….

We were at a Marriott resort down in

West Palm beach and I was loving the

Bedding that we couldn’t wait to crawl into

Every night…

Staying in the Condo on a cool and

Rainy day I watched the girls making

The bed… I asked them if they replace

The comforter after every guest leaves…

She showed me how it is enclosed in cover

A duvet is the actual name,

Thus protecting the fluffy bed comforter…

So I came home and bought one…

But I have found that washing that cover

And putting the comforter back in is for

The wealthy or hotels who pay people

To do it…

I now just buy a new alternative comforter

Every year and wash it regularly …

When it starts to get yellow

I place it under my mattress pad…

Which is very puffy…

After few years if doing this

My bed is high and very comfy

Without the expense of a downfilled

Bed topper that I got hooked on

After staying at the Broadmoor in Colorado,

Www.shopbroadmoor.com

Which I have found was adding to the

sneezing and coughing

Problem I was having at night….

Experience is always the best teacher…

As I am learning to forge these aging

Years, by changing things up to get

A better and much easier result…

Yep! That duvet is heading to the give away

Pile as I am slowly decluttering…

Very very slowly…

Left for Mickey D’s

For an early Hazelnut coffee

Stopped to deposit money

In the checking account…

Wasn’t far from home and didn’t hear

The sirens

Probably because I was groving to the ‘60s

On the Sirius radio channel..

Was merrily riding along until…

I turned the corner and saw

Fire trucks in front of my house…

My first thought??!?

Did I leave that Yankee Candle burning…

No one was home…

Will they let me in to get out my pictures

And new car from the garage…

And my dogs ashes…

As I pulled in front I saw

The para medics taking off their

Fire suits and realize it was my neighbors

House…

Then my mind and worry shifted

opening the window of my car

pulled close to the firemen…

they poked their head in the window

And said all was okay…

As they realized how scared I must have

Looked…

Then they asked If I was okay…

As the panic drained from my face…

My face shows all my reactions

In fire red…

All’s well that ends well!!!!

No more for me…

Days are short and nights are long

Mostly when my love is gone…

He’s with his mom and needs to be…

His birth to her keeps him from me…

Sharing him is not a choice…she held him

First and is the first love he felt…

It’s sad to see her fierce love on display

As she digs in her heels as they wheel

Her away…

The tears they roll down her cheeks

And down his face as he can’t ease her

Pain during this virus in this place…

He stands and watches how they keep her

safe…

Yet she feels they are tearing her away

From them as they leave…

The visits are short scheduled times

Because of this pandemic…and it’s hard

To make her understand the need for

This protection…as her mind and body are

Aging and diminishing with that aging

Process that is part of all of our lives…

I don’t feel his pain as he discribes the

Scene… reliving the scene of my mother

Who was taken from me almost 50 years

Ago…and that scene is revisited in my heart

And mind every time he explains his pain…

I see my mother closed in that box

And lowered in the ground…

Wishing it was me…visiting my mother in

Meadville instead of St. Mary’s when he

Asks me to go home which is no more

For me…

Then…I cry

Praying for a Change

This drama and these lies

Have got to stop real soon

It takes away the light

And will soon cover up the moon

We need a leader who cares

About God’s creation and the nation

Of freedom from these days of fire,

Virus, hate and words of separation

One nation, under God is being divided

And cannot stand… when leaders inside

Refuse to protect this land… and it’s

Diverse and many people…

All people of color lives matter

And those who think they are pure

Need to realize that white is also a color

That silence may be golden

But most times… it’s just yellow!

Different books…

Book clubs only exists when 2 or more are reading the same book. Discussing the contents, ideas, themes, forms, and meanings, written on the pages.

There comes a time in life when one realizes their reading genre has changed and others in your club have also changed. You no longer reside in the same book rows, and wonder if you are even in the same library.

It’s during this realization that you no longer have much in common and conversations revolve around the weather and meaningless gibberish. Phone calls begin to feel like spam, ones you no longer answer and begin to block.

Lessons taught by your parents, explaining how people you hang with lift you up or take you down, come to mind. Seeing and hearing such strange thoughts make you change paths in search of a higher more meaningful message or calling.

The awakening is sad, but opening of ones eyes only make the vision clearer. It’s like getting glasses after squinting for so long, trying to see. The clear vision brings one out of the fog, into the light!

Getting away…

The Smokies were a great retreat during this pandemic. Few people were in the mountains where we secluded ourselves. Fly fishing all day and enjoying the Mountain View’s and refreshing air, while listening to the streams rushing over the protruding boulders.

The scenery was amazing as I watched my retired groom share his fly fishing knowledge and techniques with his daughter and grandson. Memories that will live with them forever.

The food my daughter brought with her, filled the cabin pantry for the culinary dinners, desserts, picnics and sandwiches she prepared. We all devoured in amazement and satisfied each appetite.

The pandemic is a scarey situation. Yet, we were able to stay safe, create memories, keeping our grandsons uplifted while enjoying and in awe of God’s great gifts!

Sounds are awesome!

Still stuck at home

But really don’t care

As FaceTime and YouTube

Keep us in touch and entertained

I see my kids and grandkids

Almost daily on my screen

And watch Rock Star Mom

To see my favorite Beach

In a Panama City, Fla.

As she keeps us updated

With tips on looking good

But her upbeat attitude

Keeps my heart happy

And my mind looking

At sunsets and waves….

Born to be saved

The safest place was in the womb

Had to enter earth

To get to the tomb…

Did you follow the Lord

On your way through…

Or did the sins of earth

Get in the way…

The gifts he gave us

To follow His path

Or did you stray… getting side tracked

By the serpents way…

Following money and fun

For many a day…

Know it’s not over as long as you see

The way back to heaven

Following His way…

It may not be easy but know that’s its right

Or you may never again… see the light…

For when it is over

Forever won’t end…

Not Satan’s burning blight….

Try again and Follow His light

Sometimes…

When you speak

I wonder who you are…

In a manor unloving

With words so untrue…

Know I’ll never relent

When spoken to so harsh

That sound as if your my master

Or father …it’s not your role or part…

I never entered this partnership

As a child or a whimp

I only loved you

Wanted to be with you

But my freedom and rights were

Never part of the contract

You entered with me…

Yesterday

My day began in strife

As his wife

I try to understand

And realize he’s only a man…

Doesn’t think things through

And takes a stand

As things he owns break down…

While I realize most problems

Are created in his hands…

Trying to get back on good terms

After his problems are fixed

He turns to cooking a meal…

Not understanding that

My heart is not reached

Through my Tummy…

Unless of course it’s chocolate…

Or Sweets…

Today gives me pause

Of facing my future

Will I get through this pandemic

And if not I realize…

It’s God’s will

I’m not afraid of the journey ahead

It’s what I have lived my life for

Eternal life…biding this aging body adue

Not fearing, or worrying but reaching

The end or the beginning of true life

As I’ve always been taught…

Fear

The fear he puts out there

Is more than we should endure

The election can’t come too soon

To vote out this buffoon…

His orange face and yellow hair

Needs to get out of our Whitehouse

Right out the door…

So we can vote in a man

Of integrity and honesty

Putting Us on a better footing that

We can all share…

The Orangeman is a clown

An anomaly no one wants

To be around…

Send Snowflakes to Heaven

Where will this end

Can we all begin again

Loving each other

Not giving in

To the me, myself and I

Before this virus began

Can we love our neighbor as ourself

To wipe out this curse

And stay in place

Til this virus runs its course

Or dies out

Will it ever go away…

Back in my day

Church was the way

But community praying

Has been stopped in this day

Which makes me know that this is evil…

Not God’s way

False gods are at play

And will not save the day

We all need to pray now

In our own single way

Sending prayers up

Today and constantly

Like individual snowflakes ascending

With love and praise

And pleas of grace to save us

All…today…

Come fast…

Spring. Spring

Please come fast …

The cooking is one thing

But watching him on his knees

Polishing the legs of our dining room chairs

And commenting on every scratch

Doesn’t send me over the moon…

He’s got cabin fever

It’s driving me nuts…

Now he’s got a paring knife

To get in the crevices to get out more dust

Between the baseboard and the wall…

Spring spring please come fast

I need this guy out of my house

On the golf course

With his focus on the ball…

Mirror mirror

On my wall…

What does 72 look like

On this doll…

Barbie no longer appears

As she used to…

But of course only in my sight…

I look at my boyfriend and still

See that hunk…

I fell for long ago…

When I knew my heart sunk

Deep in the ocean of love…

Does he still see me

Through those loving eyes…

Gazes that still make me swoon

And sigh…

We are together now

24/7…

Not tiring of each other

On our road to heaven…

Retirement changes…

Everything in your life…

Your age keeps aging

Your income decreases

Your gait slows

Your memory skips and

Names don’t flow from your lips

As familiar faces appear…

The skin crepes and falls

As muscles disappear…

The mirror reflects a parent

Looking back as you become your mother

In words, voice and appearance…

Not a bad look but a joyful memory

Gone from your life many years past

To a new place your realizing you may

Be visiting real fast..,

Sometimes…

One has to wonder

What being alone is like

I enjoy the time to ponder

My life…

My thoughts…

My beliefs…

And my life as his wife…

After all these years

He Is still “The One”

That makes my heart jump

When I hear his voice

And see his face…

He makes me laugh

And I still get jealous

As he still turns women’s heads…

He’s lost his bank card…

Again…

Were scouring the house

And coats that he’s worn

Looking for the card that he uses

To get $$$$ from the bank…

He’s up there today

To get a temporary card

Which the tellers are used to doing

Until a new one arrives in the mail…

Just another day in the life of this

Retired bride and her groom …

Taking a breather…

Slowing down

And letting him take care of his

Man made errands…

Created a nut

Can play all the golf he wants for $100

Per year…

My birthday gift for my husband dear…

He’s getting outfits together

And bought more shorts

And has golf shoes to match….

The biggest problem now

Is the course doesn’t open til March…

So it all the golf he can play for 10 months

Not a year…

After 5 games in 10 months

The gift is paying for itself…

Wakes at five…

He wakes at five

I know not why…

The working hour is hard to undo

Even though retirement was 10 years ago…

I hear him rise

Then turn over for another five

Hours of sleep… for me is wise….

During those hours he reads…

I meditate and snooze and drift into

Wonderful dreams of past times

And waken refreshed…

Our rhythms are different

But we’ve managed to sing the same tune

And dance to life’s ups and downs

Without loosing the beat…

Our life has slowed

But our rhythm is steady…

Yet we each follow our own drummer…

My email….

During the month it took to get over the flu

I came across a new pastime to keep me in

Bed or on the couch….

You Tube!!!

A certain person caught my attention, I

Think because she says she’s the oldest

Doing her thing on You Tube….

Rock Star Mom is her handle, if that’s what

They call it in this day and age???

Rxstrmom You Tube channel .

You can get to her by googling I’m sure.

Yesterday she posted about a surgery she

Had and I think her talking about the

Situation is something everyone over 50

needs to hear.

I emailed her and thanked her for

Bringing this issue to You Tube as it’s so

Important to all.

She emailed me back and I’m so glad to

Have her thoughts and ideas and wisdom

In my hands at all time via the internet.

Cindi, you are indeed a Rock Star Mom

And a new great friend.

Blessings

Jane

Expectations…..

Everyone has expectations….

Knowing the person you travel with

Eat with…etc.

Is a very important part of knowledge

To keep in mind when planning a

Vacation, short trip or special

Dinner out…

Exceeding their expectations

Can only occur by throughly

Knowing their likes and dislikes…

A real foodie will find an experience

Totally lacking if the food at all times

Is not exceptional…

A hiker, and climber

Won’t be wowed by a beach vacation,

Nor will a beach person be happy on a total

Golf package…

Finding an adventure of sightseeing

With a golf day, a tanning day on the beach

And a hike in some foothills might fit the

bill, as long as dining experiences hit a few

Stars….

My retired groom and I have very different

Expectations….

I’m happy with an appetizer, sweet tea and

A sweet, with no clean up…

My RG would rather find a great entree at a

Supermarket to cook in a condo kitchen…

I only want a room with a comfortable bed

A microwave, a fridge, and an

OceanView would exceed my

expectations…

2020

I’m hoping that my vision changes

With this year of 2020…

My eyesight carried the number

Long before this year…

But aging cause numbers to change

As is with 2020…

Only a few short days ago

We were in another decade

And the year was 2020 minus one…

Now my age will be 71 plus one

Wish these numbers would start subtracting

Before it puts me six feet under…

Sadness drifts in

Sadness drifts in

As I plan and pack for the trip

Heading back home, which for me

Is no more…

To visit my parents 6 feet below

A sad and somber place

Somewhere I find no grace

It makes me shiver and cry

Wondering why we bury our dead

And why we stand overhead

As A place to remember…

I don’t remember you here

In my mind, everyday, I don’t remember

Ever Seeing you here

Only the box they carried you in

On that cold and sad day

We all walked away and left you within

By yourself, all alone, not even a coat

To keep you warm

As I enter this God forsaken place

Are you missing me as I miss you

Do you wonder why your here

Buried underground…

Yes, you must…

As your parents, and grandparents

Are laying here too

Scattered, many markers away from you

As I stand by your name on that rock

Only wind makes a noise

Thinking souls would gather

And give us all visiting, a sign

That you are all truly resting in peace

So all of us….

Aren’t in such fear

Of soon following you here…

On the road again

Looking forward to our trip

Is not a given…

We have Sirius on our radio

Which means hours of CNN

While traveling within our car…

Then there’s 3 days with family

Living their way with

School, ball games and 3 of

Our grandsons…

Back in the car for a few more hours &

4 more days visiting home

Sleeping in a bed

That is truly made for one…

Thanksgiving in an Italian restaurant

Then more hours in the car

With CNN

Til we get to the ocean

And a 2 bedroom condo…

Looking forward to beach time

With my sister

And great meals at seafood places on

The shore with hubby

Sister and her hubby

For a few days

With fun games of golf

With both clubs and cards….

Before the long road back home

To cold, snow and Christmas shopping…

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes one has to wonder

How people can live in our country

And yet have such harsh and uncaring ideas…

Seeing children in our country

Living in unhealthy and dangerous neighborhoods…

Going to bed hungry

Not being loved and protected by parents or guardians…

How some live so high on the hog, and others barely able the afford a hot dog…

Christianity is about loving thy neighbor as thyself, with no mention of sex, color, race or creed…

Our president today….I don’t think has every had. loved or helped a neighbor, at least not without Quid Pro Quo…

And as president stating that he gives when it’s the American people money he gives at will or if he gets what he wants is Un American and needs to be called on and held accountable

Halloween

Is today Halloween

There is snow upon the ground

In the stores Christmas decor is found

The ghosts and goblins and pumpkins too

Are scratching their heads

Wondering if they stay in bed

And missed their day…

Climate change

And CEO’s

Trying to increase their bottom lines

Keep disturbing and racing time

Instead of enjoying days

And caring for places, time and lives

Love these tables

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.

Sump Pump 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….

He hates our couch…

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…..

Key Lime Cake

A086930C-DDDD-4610-9B86-12A5F97BF00E 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!!

Our Ash Tree sees another Fall….

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…

Lost Fishing License

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…

Running out of time…

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

Summer Here…

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

Eve of 71

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.

Never happy with a good reading…

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

His left-handed wife… Jo

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!!!!

Time together is made better by a little time away.

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.”

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Jane Elaine™

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Building a Better Husband

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″.

 

 

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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.

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  • He never forgets our one special date.

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.

 

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  • Friendship is Key!

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.

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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.

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  • In Marriage, even the most inconsequential white lie will come back and bite you.

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?

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  • Laughter is great to wake

 

 

I only have Eyes for you…

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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™

 

First of the Season…

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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…

Our Ash Trees…

 

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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…

 

Protecting The Stock…

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…

Dressed to the nines…

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….

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

Knives….

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…..

What is the Genre???

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!!!!!!

He is Mine…

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

My wave no longer seen…..

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

Learning in Time….

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

 

My motivation is away….

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

Cougar at any age… I’m

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