Geese

My windows were wide open early this morning, letting in the cool breeze.  All of a sudden I hear noise.  It gets louder and louder.  When I turn to look, I see the sky is filled with honking geese.  They are flying north.

Most of the geese who summer here returned weeks ago.  Some even before all the snow had melted.  These guys are really late in arriving.

Maybe they didn't get the memo.

What Do You Write About.....

when you spend the better part of your day sitting on your bum?!

Each day is a little better, but my body sure is taking it's own sweet time in getting back to normal.  I guess that as long as I am moving forward and not backward, I won't complain.  It's a good thing I live alone, though, for I am really a lousy patient.

The middle of last week my dogs were scheduled for their semi-annual shave down.  I have them shaved for two reasons.  The first is that I am lazy when it comes to daily brushing.  They get a good brush-out once a week.  And second, if I were to keep them in a traditional Yorkie cut, they would have to go in every eight weeks to maintain it.  And even with the discount my friend the groomer gives me, it still is spendy.  Anyway, I called my friend to let her know that I would have to reschedule as soon as my body would allow me to go up and down the stairs.  She said no problem.  Her shop is next door.  She said that for me should would do pick-up and delivery.  So now the Yorkies look like chihuahuas.  They must like it, for they act like puppies for about two weeks or so after their haircuts.

As long as I wasn't going anywhere over the holiday weekend, I decided that a good way to spend Memorial Day would be to work on entering information into my genealogy program.  I couldn't go visit any of my ancestor's graves, but I could make sure that they are not forgotten.  Genealogy research can become an obsession, and I believe that it is with me.  I can happily spend hours going over census records or old church records online to glean just one more bit of information about an ancestor.  I truly hope that in years to come, one of my children or grandchildren will catch the genealogy bug.  It is good to know where we came from.

Being sidelined has it's good side.  I was able to finish the afghan I have been working on for my oldest granddaughter.  I had started another one, but after crocheting a piece about a yard square, I decided I wasn't all that pleased with it.  So I finished it off, folded it up and tossed it into the basket where Kizzy the cat likes to sleep.  She seems to like it, for she hasn't left the basket except to eat and use the litter box and to join me in my recliner now and then.  I wonder why cats sleep most of their lives away.

As you can see, not much exciting going on here.  But now that I think about it, there is never anything very exciting going on here.  I have known people who aren't happy if their lives aren't filled with drama.  I am truly grateful that I am not one of those people.  My quiet life, whether it is forced recovery or whether it is day to day quiet, suits me.

Good thing, too, or I would be bat-s**t crazy by now!

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I love my Delete button.

Memorial Day

Maddie's Aerial

My granddaughter's dance routines involve a lot more than just dance steps.  There are gymnastic moves that add to their performances.  One of these moves is called an "Aerial."  It is basically a cartwheel but the hands don't touch the ground.

Maddie Mae has been working hard to master the Aerial.  And yesterday, she nailed it.  Her Dad sent me this short video clip.  This is the first time I have tried adding anything here besides photos, so
please let me know if it works.

Way to go, Maddie!  Your hard work paid off.  I'm so proud of you.

Love, Grandma

The Bicycle Thieves

So this morning I'm messing about on my computer with the channel for the Minneapolis Police Department on in the background, when I hear a call come in.  There are about half a dozen kids, approximate ages 12 - 16, who are stealing bicycles from a bicycle shop display in front of the store.  Each kid grabs a bike and stashes it down the outside stairwell of a building close by, and then goes back to steal another.  The kids are having a right good old time, laughing and swiping bikes.

Unbeknownst to the kids, there is an old man who is a guard.  He is inside the shop, monitoring the outside activity that is showing up on the security cameras.  He can identify each kid, which bikes they stole and where the stolen bikes are.

Police are on the way.  And I'm guessing that these little hoodlums won't be smiling shortly.

But I am, for all I could think of was:

"Old age and cunning will triumph over youth and enthusiasm every time."

Success

So many times we hear of people who are successful on a grand scale...multiple homes, bags full of money, all the latest electronic gadgets, every toy known to man.  But they got nothin' on me.

There is enough of an improvement in the condition of my hip so that this morning I was able to climb in and out of my tub/shower, all by myself, no assistance required.  No more sponge baths.  Woo Hoo!!

My next mountain to be climbed is the stack of dirty dishes waiting patiently for me in my kitchen sink.  I'm betting that later on today, they will be washed, dried and put away.

Sometimes it is not the huge successes that matter.  Sometimes the tiny successes mean more.  For me, at this time, I'll take the tiny ones, happily!