Two days in the Northwoods and I've learned a few things.
1) Internet and cell connections -- at my parents' place anyway -- are sketchy at best. I was unable to get a signal long enough to blog last night and had to stand in the middle of a dandelion field to get some phone calls made. Not an exaggeration!
So now that I am nestled in the Luck Country Inn, I have a connection and am typing quickly to get my sleep on.
2) The reading materials at laundromats north of Highway 8 consist of Bow & Arrow, Deer & Deer Hunting, and Road & Track. Not an exaggeration! Turns out my mom's clothes dryer is on the fritz so I had to go to the Cushing Laundromat (which did not exist in my day) to dry clothes. Under all the "guy magazines" I found a few Woman's World magazines, I think from 1995. Oh well, good thing it didn't take long to dry one load! I did not get a chance to get bored. Or over-educated on proper methods of gutting a deer.
3) The beauty salon on Park Avenue (yes, Luck has a Park Avenue) is gossip central. One of my sisters set up an appointment for my mom to get her hair done. Her stylist gave her a sympathetic hug and then the next two customers came in and talked about who died. It happened the people who died overnight were people Mom knew in some capacity. Poor Mom, sitting there getting her hair done for her own important funeral and hearing about more sad news. At least she looked beautiful.
4) The devil is in the details. Well maybe he's not, but it sure seems he can make his presence known as we all agree (sort of) on final, final, this time final for real, details regarding the funeral, visitation, etc. After some 800 emails and texts this week, I think we've got it figured out. My Mom, not involved in any of those communications, had her own list that has been keeping her busy enough she has avoided a start to the grieving process. Most of us have. I think it will hit tomorrow when we are sitting down in the church.
4) Where two or more relatives are gathered... there is a party. Visitation tonight was wonderful. Since Dad was cremated, there was not a viewing, which meant there was not a long line of family members waiting to receive hugs while simultaneously crying and making our way through a box of tissues. Instead, we were scattered about the room -- filled with many, many beautiful flower arrangements from family and friends -- and greeting people here and there as they came. Sort of unorganized, a bit chaotic, and loud. Lots of talking like it was a big family reunion. And it was. With well over 200 in attendance, I saw lots of people I haven't seen in quite some time. The support was overwhelming. We are so blessed.
5) The answer is in the clouds. A friend of mine who lost his dad many years back told me to pay attention to the clouds on my weekend journey. He said there would be a sign in the sky that my dad is OK. At first I thought, I sure hope he didn't mean storm clouds! But then this evening, while we were all inside the funeral home hugging, laughing and reliving old times, it rained.
Then the sky was filled with a double rainbow.
That's good. Real good.
Friday, May 31, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
I, Robot
There was a science fiction movie a few years ago called I, Robot. It was set in the future and, frankly, that's all I know about the plot. The film title came to me today when I realized I was acting like a living, breathing robot.
I have built up an invisible shield while going through the motions of... well, everything. I went to work and kept busy each moment knowing that the emotional side of me could not handle an idle mind. Thankfully, I had plenty to do to prepare for a few days out of the office. Maybe people thought I wasn't grieving. They were right. I'm not. Yet.
Got home and rushed to make supper. Then our dear friends Mike and Christine came over for awhile to check up on me and bring us all ice cream. Did I mention they're the best friends ever??
When they left, I got busy ironing funeral clothes for the guys and figuring out what to pack for myself. I didn't even bring the suitcase up from the basement yet. With each step closer to departing for "home" and what awaits me up there, a small crack appears in my invisible shield.
But I ignore it. I just want to keep pretending I can hold myself together.
I want to be a robot. I don't want to feel just yet. Because feeling is painful. Part of my heart is missing and it hurts.
I want to be a robot. I want to be tough as steel so I can support my mom when I see her tomorrow. Though I suspect she is using the same coping mechanism, keeping super busy with funeral plans so she doesn't have to think about "it" or feel either.
I want to be a robot. But I suspect when I see her, both our shields will come crashing down and our tears will short-circuit everything. That's gonna hurt.
But we'll all heal eventually.
Because we're human.
I have built up an invisible shield while going through the motions of... well, everything. I went to work and kept busy each moment knowing that the emotional side of me could not handle an idle mind. Thankfully, I had plenty to do to prepare for a few days out of the office. Maybe people thought I wasn't grieving. They were right. I'm not. Yet.
Got home and rushed to make supper. Then our dear friends Mike and Christine came over for awhile to check up on me and bring us all ice cream. Did I mention they're the best friends ever??
When they left, I got busy ironing funeral clothes for the guys and figuring out what to pack for myself. I didn't even bring the suitcase up from the basement yet. With each step closer to departing for "home" and what awaits me up there, a small crack appears in my invisible shield.
But I ignore it. I just want to keep pretending I can hold myself together.
I want to be a robot. I don't want to feel just yet. Because feeling is painful. Part of my heart is missing and it hurts.
I want to be a robot. I want to be tough as steel so I can support my mom when I see her tomorrow. Though I suspect she is using the same coping mechanism, keeping super busy with funeral plans so she doesn't have to think about "it" or feel either.
I want to be a robot. But I suspect when I see her, both our shields will come crashing down and our tears will short-circuit everything. That's gonna hurt.
But we'll all heal eventually.
Because we're human.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Memorable Day
Our Memorial Day was a memorable one -- not just because of the fine patriotic program we attended, but the special sendoff later.
And by "special" I mean one that was part sad, part heartbreaking and, honestly, part relief. This special sendoff meant I said my final goodbye to my dad -- and this time it was final.
We knew all weekend the time was drawing near. By the way his body started shutting down, the health professionals could tell that the man with 9 lives had reached his 9th. There was no bouncing back from this.
I chose not to go Up North this time. I felt fortunate I got the chance to say goodbye to him -- several times actually -- and he was able to say "goodbye" and "I love you" back to me. That was how I wanted us to part. Had I been up there, I would have seen an unresponsive old man getting a morphine dose every 2 hours to ease his pain. I would have seen his body completely changing as it retained fluid (everywhere) and circulation diminished. I admire my mom and 6 of my siblings who were there for him during that time and hope that they can get past that image of Dad and remember when he was vibrant and healthy...or somewhat, at least.
In the end -- the very end -- we were all with him in a way. We happened to be holding a "conference call" of sorts on our cell phones in the late afternoon to discuss next steps. When our call was done, it just happened they noticed Dad's breathing was quite shallow, so my Texas sister and I got to say "goodbye" and "I love you" into his ear via cell phone. Then they all said "goodbye" and he took his last breath and was gone.
Into God's hands. Free of pain and suffering.
I can tell you that even if you know a loved one is going to die and it's not a shock, and even if you were blessed to make peace or say goodbye, that does not diminish the pain when you hear that loved one is gone. Forever.
I chose to work from home today because I didn't want to interact with people and trigger a crying breakdown. Sure, I'm entitled but I don't need to put other people through that. Plus, I had an important writing assignment today: Dad's obituary.
Now in my journalism career, I must have typed in or proofed thousands of obituaries. That is not an exaggeration. That was always part of the job at each of the three daily newspapers I worked at, so I was quite familiar with the format of an obit. Writing one about your dad, however, is a different story. I really did just stick to the facts and kept it brief since we will have an expanded "life story" for his service this Saturday.
I was not aware that several of my siblings were journalists, too, but they sure did a heckuva job proofreading today and finding all my mistakes! Ha. That was good. I needed about 7 sets of eyes on that. I had typed some of it up a few weeks ago but today added the facts I didn't want to. Like "he died."
In a way, it doesn't seem real yet. But when I see my mom (his other half for almost 64 years) and family in a few days, it will hit me. And hit me hard.
For now I just want to think of dad like he was in this old picture. That familiar sly grin on his face that says he's up to something, probably no good, and we are about to find out what!
I heard some thunder with the rain today so I am guessing he's already up in heaven teaching those angels to polka! And most likely saying, as he often did to take-charge me, "Just let me lead!"
Good luck, angels. You'll have your hands full!
And by "special" I mean one that was part sad, part heartbreaking and, honestly, part relief. This special sendoff meant I said my final goodbye to my dad -- and this time it was final.
We knew all weekend the time was drawing near. By the way his body started shutting down, the health professionals could tell that the man with 9 lives had reached his 9th. There was no bouncing back from this.
I chose not to go Up North this time. I felt fortunate I got the chance to say goodbye to him -- several times actually -- and he was able to say "goodbye" and "I love you" back to me. That was how I wanted us to part. Had I been up there, I would have seen an unresponsive old man getting a morphine dose every 2 hours to ease his pain. I would have seen his body completely changing as it retained fluid (everywhere) and circulation diminished. I admire my mom and 6 of my siblings who were there for him during that time and hope that they can get past that image of Dad and remember when he was vibrant and healthy...or somewhat, at least.
In the end -- the very end -- we were all with him in a way. We happened to be holding a "conference call" of sorts on our cell phones in the late afternoon to discuss next steps. When our call was done, it just happened they noticed Dad's breathing was quite shallow, so my Texas sister and I got to say "goodbye" and "I love you" into his ear via cell phone. Then they all said "goodbye" and he took his last breath and was gone.
Into God's hands. Free of pain and suffering.
I can tell you that even if you know a loved one is going to die and it's not a shock, and even if you were blessed to make peace or say goodbye, that does not diminish the pain when you hear that loved one is gone. Forever.
I chose to work from home today because I didn't want to interact with people and trigger a crying breakdown. Sure, I'm entitled but I don't need to put other people through that. Plus, I had an important writing assignment today: Dad's obituary.
Now in my journalism career, I must have typed in or proofed thousands of obituaries. That is not an exaggeration. That was always part of the job at each of the three daily newspapers I worked at, so I was quite familiar with the format of an obit. Writing one about your dad, however, is a different story. I really did just stick to the facts and kept it brief since we will have an expanded "life story" for his service this Saturday.
I was not aware that several of my siblings were journalists, too, but they sure did a heckuva job proofreading today and finding all my mistakes! Ha. That was good. I needed about 7 sets of eyes on that. I had typed some of it up a few weeks ago but today added the facts I didn't want to. Like "he died."
In a way, it doesn't seem real yet. But when I see my mom (his other half for almost 64 years) and family in a few days, it will hit me. And hit me hard.
I heard some thunder with the rain today so I am guessing he's already up in heaven teaching those angels to polka! And most likely saying, as he often did to take-charge me, "Just let me lead!"
Good luck, angels. You'll have your hands full!
Monday, May 27, 2013
Another Patriotic Performance
It was a cool and windy Memorial Day but for the most part, the rain held off... just long enough for hubby to golf with some friends and for Carter and his band-mates to put on another stellar patriotic performance.
I kept a closer eye on Carter this time so, yes, he was trapped by my camera lens!
Like yesterday, they had representatives from all branches of service plus auxiliaries. It was a very nice-sized crowd. They also mentioned some recent "boys" who had died in both Iraq and Afghanistan. So sad.
Once again, hearing Taps tugged at my heartstrings as I was thinking of my dad, who I mentioned had never been in the service. But it's just a sad-sounding song, so I thought of him lying in his hospital bed.
They had a laying of the peace wreath (I may have that wrong) on the memorial at the cemetery. That was neat.
Everyone appreciated the performance and I was proud to be part of the school community that provided it!
Hope you were able to thank someone today for their service in your own special way!
This ceremony took place at the Forrest Hill Cemetery & Mausoleum in Wisconsin Rapids.
Hope you were able to thank someone today for their service in your own special way!
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Patriotic Performance
The rest of our day passed in a blur. Hubby did some yard work while Carter and I went flea marketing. Is that a word that way? We went down to Adams and checked it out. We both had our specific items in mind. And we both found them. As a bonus, I ran into an old friend that used to go to my church. And I got some Amish Cashew Crunch. Yum.
Did I mention I had ice cream today? Busted. I did. TWICE. I had a scoop of Mint Explosion at the Rudolph dairy after the ceremony. Then, on our way home from Adams, Carter and I just had to stop at the place that just happens to sell the same good ice cream they have at King Cone. So basically I had a scoop of ice cream for "lunch" and a scoop of Caramel Collision was my "supper."
I am so bad! Good thing I at least went for a two-mile walk tonight!
I had to burn a few calories and do some serious praying. My dad's condition is in a downward spiral so I do not know how much longer he'll be with us. The workers at the nursing home are just trying to keep him comfortable and free of pain. And I asked God to do the same.
God, bless my father, who sacrificed for us kids, and bless the fathers out there who sacrificed for our country.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Pomp & Circumstance & Stuff
Had to rise early today for the class of 2013. The band was playing in the 10 a.m. ceremony at Assumption so I had to get Carter there a little after 9.
Even though I really only knew a handful of graduates, I figured I would stay for the ceremony. It's always good to know what to expect. After all, I realized while sitting there, I only have about 1,000 days to plan Carter's graduation party!
OK, that sort of crossed my mind. But mainly, I was reminded how quickly time goes! Of course, hearing Pomp and Circumstance (by our wonderful band, I might add) always brings a lump to my throat. Tears were shed, though, when each graduate handed a rose to their parents. Oh my. Could not hold back. I realized I will have to hire my siblings to take pictures and video at Carter's ceremony if I am crying 3 years in advance at the thought of such a sweet gesture. Lord, help us all!
After the ceremony, Carter had a few friends to congratulate and photograph.
Elliot, the valedictorian, was team captain for their cross-country team this fall.
I've never met this girl. She just said, "I want my picture with Carter." I said, "OK, I'll take one and Carter can tell me later who the pretty blond is." I think he said her name is Crystal and I know for sure he said she's one of the best singers in the school. That does nothing to explain anything. Ha.
Trey is another cross-country buddy. In fact, Jim and his sister both went to school with Trey's mom. So after graduation, we were invited over to their house for Trey's party.
The weather was nice today so they had a good day for their gathering. Of course, we saw lots of people we know through school so we ended up staying there all afternoon visiting and, naturally, eating! Love graduation cake with good frosting! Yum.
Came home and figured it was time to go grocery shopping this week. Still didn't get to my chores yet, but hey, there are two more days left this weekend. (I somehow found time to finish the book I was reading, though. Go figure.)
I will have to get into this cleaning groove eventually, though, before it's only 999 days and counting...
Even though I really only knew a handful of graduates, I figured I would stay for the ceremony. It's always good to know what to expect. After all, I realized while sitting there, I only have about 1,000 days to plan Carter's graduation party!
OK, that sort of crossed my mind. But mainly, I was reminded how quickly time goes! Of course, hearing Pomp and Circumstance (by our wonderful band, I might add) always brings a lump to my throat. Tears were shed, though, when each graduate handed a rose to their parents. Oh my. Could not hold back. I realized I will have to hire my siblings to take pictures and video at Carter's ceremony if I am crying 3 years in advance at the thought of such a sweet gesture. Lord, help us all!
After the ceremony, Carter had a few friends to congratulate and photograph.
Trey is another cross-country buddy. In fact, Jim and his sister both went to school with Trey's mom. So after graduation, we were invited over to their house for Trey's party.
The weather was nice today so they had a good day for their gathering. Of course, we saw lots of people we know through school so we ended up staying there all afternoon visiting and, naturally, eating! Love graduation cake with good frosting! Yum.
Came home and figured it was time to go grocery shopping this week. Still didn't get to my chores yet, but hey, there are two more days left this weekend. (I somehow found time to finish the book I was reading, though. Go figure.)
I will have to get into this cleaning groove eventually, though, before it's only 999 days and counting...
Friday, May 24, 2013
Hello, 3-Day Weekend!
It's not even the first full day of the three-day holiday weekend and I'm already beat from all of the activity!
I actually started the day getting physically beat. On purpose. Had to see the chiropractor since I missed my appointment last week due to the funeral in Michigan. He wrenched my neck into place and my spine, too. Ahhh. I love back-crackin' Fridays!
Had a short work day today. We had to get a magazine out the door that normally would go out Monday, but since we aren't working that day, they moved up the deadline. That was fine. We got it out by noon and we were released from the asylum at 1 p.m.
Hello, 3-day weekend!
Got home early enough to get a few things put away, but did not delve into my Saturday chores from last week. Those might fall on a Saturday this time. Never mind they are a week late.
We went into town to drop off a birthday present for a friend and then headed south to Port Edwards for the regional baseball game. After last night's domination over Port, everyone was pretty upbeat. Two hours later... not so much.
I don't know if they were just pretending to be the Bad News Bears or what last night, but the team that played today beat us soundly, 5-1. So our season is officially over and they move on in the playoffs. Bummer.
Since we got done early enough, Carter and I went to the girls soccer game that started at 7 p.m. Last year, our team finished second in the state. This season is shaping up to be just as good. They've had some pretty high-scoring, one-sided victories this year so I was excited to finally have an evening free where I could see them in person. Tonight's game, however, was a defensive battle. They stopped a lot of our goal attempts but we rarely allowed their offense past the center line. We ended up winning 1-0. Not so high scoring but fun to watch.
That game is way too physical for me! Between getting hit by the ball -- very hard -- and other players... wow. And ouch!
I do hope I can see them play again when the playoffs start. I will prioritize that behind softball, though. The girls won the regional championship last night so my "daughter" Brit and her teammates are moving onto sectionals next week. Since baseball is done, I might as well keep my bleacher butt status.
When we got home from all the running around, the neighbors were having a campfire. So the 3 of us hung around there awhile and had a nice time.
A fire with friends... now it feels like a long weekend should.
Bring it!
I actually started the day getting physically beat. On purpose. Had to see the chiropractor since I missed my appointment last week due to the funeral in Michigan. He wrenched my neck into place and my spine, too. Ahhh. I love back-crackin' Fridays!
Had a short work day today. We had to get a magazine out the door that normally would go out Monday, but since we aren't working that day, they moved up the deadline. That was fine. We got it out by noon and we were released from the asylum at 1 p.m.
Hello, 3-day weekend!
Got home early enough to get a few things put away, but did not delve into my Saturday chores from last week. Those might fall on a Saturday this time. Never mind they are a week late.
We went into town to drop off a birthday present for a friend and then headed south to Port Edwards for the regional baseball game. After last night's domination over Port, everyone was pretty upbeat. Two hours later... not so much.
I don't know if they were just pretending to be the Bad News Bears or what last night, but the team that played today beat us soundly, 5-1. So our season is officially over and they move on in the playoffs. Bummer.
Since we got done early enough, Carter and I went to the girls soccer game that started at 7 p.m. Last year, our team finished second in the state. This season is shaping up to be just as good. They've had some pretty high-scoring, one-sided victories this year so I was excited to finally have an evening free where I could see them in person. Tonight's game, however, was a defensive battle. They stopped a lot of our goal attempts but we rarely allowed their offense past the center line. We ended up winning 1-0. Not so high scoring but fun to watch.
That game is way too physical for me! Between getting hit by the ball -- very hard -- and other players... wow. And ouch!
I do hope I can see them play again when the playoffs start. I will prioritize that behind softball, though. The girls won the regional championship last night so my "daughter" Brit and her teammates are moving onto sectionals next week. Since baseball is done, I might as well keep my bleacher butt status.
When we got home from all the running around, the neighbors were having a campfire. So the 3 of us hung around there awhile and had a nice time.
A fire with friends... now it feels like a long weekend should.
Bring it!
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Season Finale
With all the season finales on network television this week, it's only fitting we have ours for high school baseball, too.
Spoiler alert: This is how it ends...
Yes, we are the home team!! They couldn't fit all 10 runs we got in the 3rd inning on the scoreboard!
I know. Very ironic that after winning I think just 2 or 3 other games this season, that we finish with such a huge win at home versus Port Edwards. That is a nice way to end the regular season!
Since we had such a big lead, Carter got to bat varsity, too.
He hit a hard line drive... unfortunately right to the first baseman's glove. Dang. It sounded so good. I thought it was headed to right field. Oh well. It didn't hurt the final result any.
Tomorrow already starts the regional playoffs. Guess who we play? Port Edwards again! This time on their home turf. It would be nice to have back-to-back wins. Even though the regular season is done, it seems we're just finding our groove. It would be nice to have a few more outings.
Then, unlike television shows where we have to wait 3 or 4 months, we'll probably just have a week before the next season starts: Summer Ball!
I haven't even had a burger or a brat at the ballpark yet. So I am far from being "sick of eating ballpark food"! Plus, it's going to warm up eventually.
I see good things no matter how this seasonal finale truly and finally plays out.
Go Royals!
Spoiler alert: This is how it ends...
Yes, we are the home team!! They couldn't fit all 10 runs we got in the 3rd inning on the scoreboard!
I know. Very ironic that after winning I think just 2 or 3 other games this season, that we finish with such a huge win at home versus Port Edwards. That is a nice way to end the regular season!
Since we had such a big lead, Carter got to bat varsity, too.
Tomorrow already starts the regional playoffs. Guess who we play? Port Edwards again! This time on their home turf. It would be nice to have back-to-back wins. Even though the regular season is done, it seems we're just finding our groove. It would be nice to have a few more outings.
Then, unlike television shows where we have to wait 3 or 4 months, we'll probably just have a week before the next season starts: Summer Ball!
I haven't even had a burger or a brat at the ballpark yet. So I am far from being "sick of eating ballpark food"! Plus, it's going to warm up eventually.
I see good things no matter how this seasonal finale truly and finally plays out.
Go Royals!
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Calgon
The roses at my desk are still blooming and casting this pleasant fragrance in my work area. It is soothing. And today I needed that.
Actually I could have used Calgon to take me away. But that didn't happen like in the commercials!
So what's happening? Well my roller coaster ride that is tied to my dad's health has gone over a big hill and is now traveling down one. Nothing startling or major, just that his condition is declining again. Last week was an up week. This week a down one. He's getting weak again, not eating much and building up fluid in his heart and lungs.
So we'll see how far down this hill we go before we hopefully level out and go up another one.
To take my mind off things, I got together with a couple of friends for a Girls Night Out. We didn't get wild and crazy. Just had a few laughs and did not think about our life stressors.
Just for a few hours.
Sometimes Calgon doesn't take everything away... that's what we have girlfriends for. And for that, I am grateful!
Actually I could have used Calgon to take me away. But that didn't happen like in the commercials!
So what's happening? Well my roller coaster ride that is tied to my dad's health has gone over a big hill and is now traveling down one. Nothing startling or major, just that his condition is declining again. Last week was an up week. This week a down one. He's getting weak again, not eating much and building up fluid in his heart and lungs.
So we'll see how far down this hill we go before we hopefully level out and go up another one.
To take my mind off things, I got together with a couple of friends for a Girls Night Out. We didn't get wild and crazy. Just had a few laughs and did not think about our life stressors.
Just for a few hours.
Sometimes Calgon doesn't take everything away... that's what we have girlfriends for. And for that, I am grateful!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Commitment
When this was shared today by Shaun T -- that's Mr. Insanity to you and me -- I immediately connected.
My first thought was actually about somebody else, who shall remain nameless, not hitting the ball too well these days but not putting in the extra time to get any better, either. Then I thought, no, just look at yourself. You cannot control what that other person does or doesn't do. You cannot force someone to have drive or dedication. As much as we'd like to, we can't.
Just look in the mirror and see what you can do about that person's commitment.
I've been in this place before where I am disappointed that some diet or exercise plan didn't work. Then I remember, oh yeah, but I had ice cream every night! Could there possibly be a correlation?
Usually, it's not so much the "cheating" as the impatience. I'm not seeing results quick enough so I am giving up. So much the lazy way out! I get angry that I failed, gave up, got lazy. But then I end up doing it again down the road.
A month ago, I said I'd commit to this Insanity workout for at least a month. It is totally insane. But after the first week, when it hurt to walk or move, I've been loving it. I don't have the time right now to do it 6 days a week as suggested. And I don't necessarily take all the DVDs in order. I just alternate between 3 of them that each give their own kick-ass cardio workout in their own challenging way.
And "challenging" is putting it mildly. I don't "perspire" as a lady. I just flat out drip sweat. And it is awesome!
Yes, I am insane. Insanely happy that some of my clothes aren't as tight! This is good. This is slow progress, but good. In reality, the workout isn't the hard part. It's the trying to eat right that is pretty tough. I managed 3 weeks without ice cream or any kind of sugar-laden treat. Lift your jaw off the floor. Then hubby got me a piece of cheesecake Sunday and that was worth it! I ate it slowly and appreciated it for its rarity.
Typically, me and "moderation" don't mix. So we'll see how this goes. Frankly, I just want to be comfortable in my summer clothes and maybe even have more energy. If I want King Cone once in a while, I can have it. If I want a big slice of pizza at Polito's (like we did tonight), I can have it.
Just not every day. And not all of it all the time. I don't want to be chastising myself in another month that I shouldn't have given up. And I certainly can't yell at my instructor Shaun T. He would just kick me in the butt if he could hear me through the TV. Now, it will be my own responsibility to kick myself in the butt to get motivated.
We have to do the work to get the results.
Such a simple lesson yet I am a slow learner. Maybe this time I'll finally get it. If not, it certainly won't be the last time I'll try!
Monday, May 20, 2013
The Downsizing Decade
At some point as recently as last week, I remembered that I was coming up on my 10-year anniversary at work -- and I better bring treats. But with all the excitement and activities over the weekend, May 19 passed without one thought about it. Whoops.
The guys in my department didn't forget. Look! I feel so special!
I seriously can't believe I've been commuting to Iola for 10 years. That's about 260,000 miles of wear and tear on one Saturn and two Honda Civics and, once in awhile, our Honda CRV. Good thing gas is cheap, right?
Probably more astonishing than the fact this is my employment longevity record is how much my career field has changed in that decade. I don't think there is a man or woman in publishing who could have predicted what was in store for our industry.
Ten years ago, I would have thought: People will always want their daily newspaper or favorite magazine. We'll be here forever. Well, I was right, they still want their news and information, but they don't want to wait for someone to deliver it. They want it now. And they can get it.
They don't need the middle man or the printers, for that matter. If they don't pay the big bucks to subscribe or advertise, then the publishers -- mindful of their bottom line -- have to do without the writers, editors, support staff and advertising representatives, too.
This has been the story across the print media industry. Sadly, as a result, I have seen a lot of my co-workers at my present place of employment come and go. Mostly go. Thankfully, both hubby and I have hung in there and kept our jobs. This is good since he reminded me I have 10 years down and only 25 to go!
There are days we feel like dinosaurs compared to what "these young people" know today. But we have experience that can't be replaced and we have a willingness -- and ability -- to learn. And quickly. And that's what makes it fun.
Most days.
I have to think of myself as the consumer and how I want and get information. Then I have to think how we can deliver our information in that fashion, as quickly as possible, and as cheaply as possible. But accurately, too!
Today, for example, I was sitting at a baseball game when I learned of the devastating tornado in Oklahoma. (God, help them!) I wasn't looking at a newspaper. I was looking at a story on my smart phone. This, we could not envision a decade ago when I personally didn't have a cell phone and at work, we were just starting up websites for our publications.
Technology has changed so fast, it's almost scary to think where it will go in the next decade. Scary but exciting, too.
We dinosaurs will have to keep fueling ourselves with treats -- which I have to make now -- but not move too fast that we forget to stop and smell the roses.
'Cause boy do they smell good!!
The guys in my department didn't forget. Look! I feel so special!
Probably more astonishing than the fact this is my employment longevity record is how much my career field has changed in that decade. I don't think there is a man or woman in publishing who could have predicted what was in store for our industry.
Ten years ago, I would have thought: People will always want their daily newspaper or favorite magazine. We'll be here forever. Well, I was right, they still want their news and information, but they don't want to wait for someone to deliver it. They want it now. And they can get it.
They don't need the middle man or the printers, for that matter. If they don't pay the big bucks to subscribe or advertise, then the publishers -- mindful of their bottom line -- have to do without the writers, editors, support staff and advertising representatives, too.
This has been the story across the print media industry. Sadly, as a result, I have seen a lot of my co-workers at my present place of employment come and go. Mostly go. Thankfully, both hubby and I have hung in there and kept our jobs. This is good since he reminded me I have 10 years down and only 25 to go!
There are days we feel like dinosaurs compared to what "these young people" know today. But we have experience that can't be replaced and we have a willingness -- and ability -- to learn. And quickly. And that's what makes it fun.
Most days.
I have to think of myself as the consumer and how I want and get information. Then I have to think how we can deliver our information in that fashion, as quickly as possible, and as cheaply as possible. But accurately, too!
Today, for example, I was sitting at a baseball game when I learned of the devastating tornado in Oklahoma. (God, help them!) I wasn't looking at a newspaper. I was looking at a story on my smart phone. This, we could not envision a decade ago when I personally didn't have a cell phone and at work, we were just starting up websites for our publications.
Technology has changed so fast, it's almost scary to think where it will go in the next decade. Scary but exciting, too.
We dinosaurs will have to keep fueling ourselves with treats -- which I have to make now -- but not move too fast that we forget to stop and smell the roses.
'Cause boy do they smell good!!
Sunday, May 19, 2013
And the Fun Continues...
Another busy day Up North. It just happened that there was something completely different each day but it was good to participate in all of it -- and only have to make the long drive up once!
A free morning gave me a chance to go visit my dad at the nursing home. I had stopped in last night, too, but they had just put him to bed so we kept our visit short and I said I'd be back today around 10 a.m. Most reports on Dad lately have indicated that he is quite alert at breakfast and mornings are the best time to visit.
Well I show up at 10 or so and he is already napping! I tried to wake him up gently. I mean, really, how much do you want to startle someone already hooked up to an oxygen tank? So I just sat there and kind of woke him up a few times. He'd open his eyes, acknowledge I was there with a grunt of sorts, then fall back to sleep.
One of my sisters and her daughter came, too. He didn't stay awake for them either. Finally, a nurse just came in and sat him up ("I'm awake now"} and put him in his wheelchair. So we did get to visit a bit. He's got plenty of fluid in his lungs, etc, making him cough. Today it was so hot and humid, I imagine that just made it worse.
He did manage a few smiles for us. And, quite frankly, even in his tired and weak state, he seems 10 times better than a few weeks ago. So we'll see. He claims his doctor told him he is doing so good he doesn't have to see him for three months. Yes, we'll definitely see.
From there we went down to my old church -- Laketown Lutheran -- to gather at the fellowship hall there for a bridal shower for my nephew David's fiance Sara. They are getting married in June.
My twin sister and I revived our "routine" from when we did the area bridal shower circuit some 35 years ago... when we were just one year old or something. We discovered yesterday that we both remembered not only the words, but the actions, too. So we decided to go for it. We sure did a lot of giggling trying to practice it but it went off without a hitch. We also enjoyed lunch, a game, giving presents to Sara and meeting some of her family. A pleasant afternoon.
I hit the road back to Wisconsin Rapids at 3:30 and, thanks to going a different route home that did NOT involve I-94, I made it in 3 1/2 hours! The odometer reading of some 550 miles reflects how well-traveled (read: worn out) I feel. Totally worth it, though!
Will hit the hay shortly. And for the second time this year, I will not need my electric mattress pad on. No, in fact, we have a fan going.
Just loud enough to drown out my singing of those silly shower songs... and a few of those '80s tunes still stuck in my head.
Don't stop believing...
A free morning gave me a chance to go visit my dad at the nursing home. I had stopped in last night, too, but they had just put him to bed so we kept our visit short and I said I'd be back today around 10 a.m. Most reports on Dad lately have indicated that he is quite alert at breakfast and mornings are the best time to visit.
Well I show up at 10 or so and he is already napping! I tried to wake him up gently. I mean, really, how much do you want to startle someone already hooked up to an oxygen tank? So I just sat there and kind of woke him up a few times. He'd open his eyes, acknowledge I was there with a grunt of sorts, then fall back to sleep.
One of my sisters and her daughter came, too. He didn't stay awake for them either. Finally, a nurse just came in and sat him up ("I'm awake now"} and put him in his wheelchair. So we did get to visit a bit. He's got plenty of fluid in his lungs, etc, making him cough. Today it was so hot and humid, I imagine that just made it worse.
He did manage a few smiles for us. And, quite frankly, even in his tired and weak state, he seems 10 times better than a few weeks ago. So we'll see. He claims his doctor told him he is doing so good he doesn't have to see him for three months. Yes, we'll definitely see.
From there we went down to my old church -- Laketown Lutheran -- to gather at the fellowship hall there for a bridal shower for my nephew David's fiance Sara. They are getting married in June.
My twin sister and I revived our "routine" from when we did the area bridal shower circuit some 35 years ago... when we were just one year old or something. We discovered yesterday that we both remembered not only the words, but the actions, too. So we decided to go for it. We sure did a lot of giggling trying to practice it but it went off without a hitch. We also enjoyed lunch, a game, giving presents to Sara and meeting some of her family. A pleasant afternoon.
I hit the road back to Wisconsin Rapids at 3:30 and, thanks to going a different route home that did NOT involve I-94, I made it in 3 1/2 hours! The odometer reading of some 550 miles reflects how well-traveled (read: worn out) I feel. Totally worth it, though!
Will hit the hay shortly. And for the second time this year, I will not need my electric mattress pad on. No, in fact, we have a fan going.
Just loud enough to drown out my singing of those silly shower songs... and a few of those '80s tunes still stuck in my head.
Don't stop believing...
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Rockin' At All Ages
I don't know if my twin sister and I proved today we are never too old to rock. But we tried.
Had an absolute blast going to see the Broadway play Rock of Ages at The Orpheum theater in Minneapolis. I have now seen Lion King, Mamma Mia! and this show at The Orpheum. Love that place! Beautiful and not a bad seat in the house.
Especially sitting in the second row! Not to say we are getting old but we could have used ear plugs. Couldn't hear well for a little while after the show. Ha.
The story takes place in the late 1980s so it is literally a soundtrack of '80s music. Right up our alley. We pretty much sang along to everything. It was funny and just plain entertaining. (Way better than my impression of the movie, by the way.) Lots of audience interaction, too. Just FUN!
Here we are trying to be cool with our rock 'n roll signs. I told Raylene hers was actually an "I love you" sign in sign language. Ha. So maybe we were saying we LOVE to rock???
Again, we are not too old. Just a bit out of touch!
Feel free to make fun of us. We won't hear you until tomorrow!
Friday, May 17, 2013
Border Hopping
I suppose it doesn't matter how crazy a journey is as long as you are right where you are supposed to be to lay your head on your pillow that night.
And I am.
I should have known by my projected schedule today that things might get a bit hairy -- which is a mild way of saying stressful. All I had to do was work in my home office from 7:30-11:30, run to Wal-Mart to pick up a headlight, come home and install it, pack for the weekend and leave by noon (wishful thinking) for Minnesota.
Well, I got my work done and got packed and got that replacement headlight bulb. Good so far but it was noon by then. Popped open the hood and realized I had not changed a headlight on this Civic before. I was sure I had, but nope, I quickly discovered there was no way for me to reach the lights and change them out. Things were situated pretty tight under the hood compared to our CRV and the previous Civic.
So I had to add in a quick trip to the service station before I could leave town. I guess I'll have to turn in my "gearhead" card now. For the first time, I could not change my own headlight and had to pay someone to do it. What a loser I am!
Ha.
I got on the road at 1:30 and what should have been a 3 1/2 hour trip was more like 4 1/2. Just 3 words will tell you why: Rain, Construction, Traffic.
Rained the whole way so there were hydroplaning moments. Not many, thankfully. When I finally got to the interstate -- I-94 at Osseo, traffic was crawling because it was down to one lane. That lasted a very, very, very slow 10 miles. When our side was back to two lanes, the eastbound side was backed up and not moving for 4-5 miles. Glad I was heading west. And I will completely avoid that route for the near future.
Due to my delay, I came upon the Twin Cities at rush hour. So more rain, construction and traffic jams! Yay. And filling up with $4.40 per gallon gas! Double yay.
It was a relief to finally make it to my aunt's place in North Branch. We had 7 of us cousins on my dad's side of the family get together to work on family tree stuff. Mainly it was looking at a lot of old photos, figuring out identifications and scanning them in so we eventually can all have copies. I also brought my family tree facts and details so I could share that. It will be good to have it all in one place.
We were mainly focusing on my dad's father's side of the family tonight. Next time, whenever that may be, we'll focus on his mom's side. We definitely needed more than just an evening but we made progress and it's always great to see family!
From there, I followed my sister Romey back to Wisconsin. Less traffic this time! It still felt great to pull into my twin sister Raylene's driveway and know I was done driving for the day and sleep wasn't too far away.
Tomorrow we'll border hop again to see Rock of Ages in Minneapolis then hop on back. I can guarantee you I'll have more energy to hop than I do now.
I might even jump!
And I am.
I should have known by my projected schedule today that things might get a bit hairy -- which is a mild way of saying stressful. All I had to do was work in my home office from 7:30-11:30, run to Wal-Mart to pick up a headlight, come home and install it, pack for the weekend and leave by noon (wishful thinking) for Minnesota.
Well, I got my work done and got packed and got that replacement headlight bulb. Good so far but it was noon by then. Popped open the hood and realized I had not changed a headlight on this Civic before. I was sure I had, but nope, I quickly discovered there was no way for me to reach the lights and change them out. Things were situated pretty tight under the hood compared to our CRV and the previous Civic.
So I had to add in a quick trip to the service station before I could leave town. I guess I'll have to turn in my "gearhead" card now. For the first time, I could not change my own headlight and had to pay someone to do it. What a loser I am!
Ha.
I got on the road at 1:30 and what should have been a 3 1/2 hour trip was more like 4 1/2. Just 3 words will tell you why: Rain, Construction, Traffic.
Rained the whole way so there were hydroplaning moments. Not many, thankfully. When I finally got to the interstate -- I-94 at Osseo, traffic was crawling because it was down to one lane. That lasted a very, very, very slow 10 miles. When our side was back to two lanes, the eastbound side was backed up and not moving for 4-5 miles. Glad I was heading west. And I will completely avoid that route for the near future.
Due to my delay, I came upon the Twin Cities at rush hour. So more rain, construction and traffic jams! Yay. And filling up with $4.40 per gallon gas! Double yay.
It was a relief to finally make it to my aunt's place in North Branch. We had 7 of us cousins on my dad's side of the family get together to work on family tree stuff. Mainly it was looking at a lot of old photos, figuring out identifications and scanning them in so we eventually can all have copies. I also brought my family tree facts and details so I could share that. It will be good to have it all in one place.
We were mainly focusing on my dad's father's side of the family tonight. Next time, whenever that may be, we'll focus on his mom's side. We definitely needed more than just an evening but we made progress and it's always great to see family!
From there, I followed my sister Romey back to Wisconsin. Less traffic this time! It still felt great to pull into my twin sister Raylene's driveway and know I was done driving for the day and sleep wasn't too far away.
Tomorrow we'll border hop again to see Rock of Ages in Minneapolis then hop on back. I can guarantee you I'll have more energy to hop than I do now.
I might even jump!
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Pitching In
We had our first of only a handful of JV games that we were able to squeeze on the schedule between all those makeup varsity games. This was great for the 7 freshman who usually stay in the dugout during those regular games. They finally got some playing time!
So we left work at 3-ish to get over to Stratford for the 4:30 game. We were en route when we got our first surprise of the day. We were listening to the radio and sadly learned of the death of Dick Trickle, known in these parts as the "winningest stock car driver in America." He was quite a character and hubby has many memories of him from his sports-writing days. Our racing nephew Colin was blessed to learn from the best, too, as Mr. Trickle served as a close mentor the past few years.
It was just a shocking piece of news. As far as NASCAR goes, he put Wisconsin Rapids on the map! A lot of people are pretty sad tonight.
We really didn't get time to process it because we heard it and then were at the game and I had things to do. Another mom and I are trying to get pictures of all the guys playing to put on a DVD or something at the end of the season. Well she has a rock-star camera so she has taken most of them. Today, however, she couldn't make it so I was in charge.
I made sure I had my "big camera" with and new batteries. But I never thought I'd need to check the memory card. So I got about 20 shots off and my card was full. I then had to revert to my "purse camera" which takes a decent picture on a sunny day but really has no zoom. I did try one picture with my smart phone but it really lacks quality. (I'm gonna say that instead of operator error.)
It wouldn't have been a big deal except for two things: I knew neither she nor I would be around this weekend to shoot JV. And, surprise of surprises, Carter pitched tonight! What a night not to have my good camera! Oh well. I made do with what I had and between the two cameras, got some decent pictures.
He ended up throwing for 2 innings and they rotated in some other "new" pitchers, too. He only gave up 1 run, threw quite a few strikes, but walked some, too, and we still had a lead when he was done. So that was good. In the other innings he played 3rd base. He also had a hit maybe more but I wasn't paying 100 percent attention when I was shooting. Ha.
In the end, we sort of fell apart as a team and got a bit sloppy with throws. So we ended up losing 9-7. Bummer. At least he got some experience! I will leave the camera WITH a spacious memory card for Jim to take pictures this weekend.
Here are way too many photos for you -- and since it is way past my bedtime (the trend these days), I will just post them without any captions. You can figure out what's going on. It's baseball!!
So we left work at 3-ish to get over to Stratford for the 4:30 game. We were en route when we got our first surprise of the day. We were listening to the radio and sadly learned of the death of Dick Trickle, known in these parts as the "winningest stock car driver in America." He was quite a character and hubby has many memories of him from his sports-writing days. Our racing nephew Colin was blessed to learn from the best, too, as Mr. Trickle served as a close mentor the past few years.
It was just a shocking piece of news. As far as NASCAR goes, he put Wisconsin Rapids on the map! A lot of people are pretty sad tonight.
We really didn't get time to process it because we heard it and then were at the game and I had things to do. Another mom and I are trying to get pictures of all the guys playing to put on a DVD or something at the end of the season. Well she has a rock-star camera so she has taken most of them. Today, however, she couldn't make it so I was in charge.
I made sure I had my "big camera" with and new batteries. But I never thought I'd need to check the memory card. So I got about 20 shots off and my card was full. I then had to revert to my "purse camera" which takes a decent picture on a sunny day but really has no zoom. I did try one picture with my smart phone but it really lacks quality. (I'm gonna say that instead of operator error.)
It wouldn't have been a big deal except for two things: I knew neither she nor I would be around this weekend to shoot JV. And, surprise of surprises, Carter pitched tonight! What a night not to have my good camera! Oh well. I made do with what I had and between the two cameras, got some decent pictures.
He ended up throwing for 2 innings and they rotated in some other "new" pitchers, too. He only gave up 1 run, threw quite a few strikes, but walked some, too, and we still had a lead when he was done. So that was good. In the other innings he played 3rd base. He also had a hit maybe more but I wasn't paying 100 percent attention when I was shooting. Ha.
In the end, we sort of fell apart as a team and got a bit sloppy with throws. So we ended up losing 9-7. Bummer. At least he got some experience! I will leave the camera WITH a spacious memory card for Jim to take pictures this weekend.
Here are way too many photos for you -- and since it is way past my bedtime (the trend these days), I will just post them without any captions. You can figure out what's going on. It's baseball!!
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Hump Day
My Hump Day got the better of me today. This week's list of things to do and places to be is getting just a bit overwhelming. I'm just glad we're getting over the Hump so I can just slide down and have an easy rest of the week.
That's how it works, doesn't it?
Yes, that is more spot on!
Just a little stressed but also excited about all the different things going on between work, family, sports and my own "extra curricular" activities. I just need a few extra hours in the day -- several days actually -- to make everything happen.
This was our only night home this week. So after a meeting at school, I did some quick grocery shopping, came home and made banana bread before we started to get fruit flies -- and hubby handled quite a few loads of laundry.
Then I started getting stuff ready for this weekend because, well, I won't get time otherwise. Tomorrow night is a double-header JV game up in Stratford (which means Carter plays the whole time. Yay). Friday I leave for a cousins' party in Minnesota (which means I need to get some family tree stuff together to share). Then Saturday my twin and I are going to "Rock of Ages" at the Orpheum Theatre in Minneapolis and on Sunday, we have a bridal shower Up North for my nephew's fiance.
So yeah, lots of things to get ready for. And no, I did not get it done. Had an old friend call and was on the phone nearly an hour. Now, as you know, it is past my bedtime. I'll just keep in mind that I can only do what I can only do. People (who probably don't expect more anyway) will just have to live with it.
And if all else fails, I'll just find somebody to smack and get on with my week!
That's how it works, doesn't it?
Yes, that is more spot on!
Just a little stressed but also excited about all the different things going on between work, family, sports and my own "extra curricular" activities. I just need a few extra hours in the day -- several days actually -- to make everything happen.
This was our only night home this week. So after a meeting at school, I did some quick grocery shopping, came home and made banana bread before we started to get fruit flies -- and hubby handled quite a few loads of laundry.
Then I started getting stuff ready for this weekend because, well, I won't get time otherwise. Tomorrow night is a double-header JV game up in Stratford (which means Carter plays the whole time. Yay). Friday I leave for a cousins' party in Minnesota (which means I need to get some family tree stuff together to share). Then Saturday my twin and I are going to "Rock of Ages" at the Orpheum Theatre in Minneapolis and on Sunday, we have a bridal shower Up North for my nephew's fiance.
So yeah, lots of things to get ready for. And no, I did not get it done. Had an old friend call and was on the phone nearly an hour. Now, as you know, it is past my bedtime. I'll just keep in mind that I can only do what I can only do. People (who probably don't expect more anyway) will just have to live with it.
And if all else fails, I'll just find somebody to smack and get on with my week!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Extended Family
I was 3 months out of college when I landed my first "real" newspaper job at a daily in Menominee, Mich. Sounds like it's far away, but I lived in Marinette, Wis., and merely had to cross a bridge to get into the other city and state.
However, I was about 6 hours from home and didn't know a soul.
I quickly befriended two co-workers, Cindy and Sally, and had no idea at the time they would be friends -- make that family -- for life. Since I was so far from my own family, Cindy took me under her wing and brought me home to her family gatherings in town. There were 10 grown kids in her family, so what's one more?
For my nearly 4 years living there, her mom -- who let me call her "Mom" -- graciously fed me several Thanksgiving and Easter meals, plus a few extras during family gatherings. I got to know each and every member, often reminded of my own family of 8 grown children, and they quickly became my "extended family." My family away from family. My home away from home. They were in my heart to stay.
Flash forward some 20-plus years, and the 3 of us girlfriends for life are still in touch, as best we can be, and still see each other for weddings, graduations and, unfortunately, funerals.
When I learned of Cindy's mom -- my "mom" -- passing away this weekend, I knew without hesitation I needed to get to the that funeral. This was my family and I needed to offer whatever comfort I could -- even in the form of a simple hug.
I worked some extra time the last two days to enable me to get off today and drive up there. Basically, we drove to Iola, I dropped Jim off at work and I continued on to Menominee -- exactly two hours away from our office.
Despite the sad circumstances, it was so good to see everyone again. These little kids that Cindy's siblings had "way back when" now are grown up with kids of their own. How is that they are getting older and we aren't?? Had a nice catching-up visit with both Cindy and Sally and admired the nice service for Mom. A very personal celebration of her life and faith and love for family.
I think that's why I latched on to that wonderful family. To them -- as in my own -- family is important. Spending time together is important. Being there for each other is important. So Cindy (center) is stuck with two shorter "sisters" for life! I don't think she minds. It's been 23 years and they haven't kicked me out of the family yet!
And even though "Mom" isn't around any more, she wouldn't let them!
After the funeral and luncheon, I drove through my old stomping grounds for a bit before heading back to Iola. For sure I knew I had to swing in and say hello to MY lighthouse.
It was very peaceful just to sit on the shore of Green Bay and look at it while offering up some prayers. Prayers of comfort for my extended family and prayers of joy that "Mom" can now join, among others, her husband and her son-in-law (Cindy's husband Rory), who I was blessed to know and love, too.
I love family. All of mine.
Thank you, Lord, for blessing me.
However, I was about 6 hours from home and didn't know a soul.
I quickly befriended two co-workers, Cindy and Sally, and had no idea at the time they would be friends -- make that family -- for life. Since I was so far from my own family, Cindy took me under her wing and brought me home to her family gatherings in town. There were 10 grown kids in her family, so what's one more?
For my nearly 4 years living there, her mom -- who let me call her "Mom" -- graciously fed me several Thanksgiving and Easter meals, plus a few extras during family gatherings. I got to know each and every member, often reminded of my own family of 8 grown children, and they quickly became my "extended family." My family away from family. My home away from home. They were in my heart to stay.
Flash forward some 20-plus years, and the 3 of us girlfriends for life are still in touch, as best we can be, and still see each other for weddings, graduations and, unfortunately, funerals.
When I learned of Cindy's mom -- my "mom" -- passing away this weekend, I knew without hesitation I needed to get to the that funeral. This was my family and I needed to offer whatever comfort I could -- even in the form of a simple hug.
I worked some extra time the last two days to enable me to get off today and drive up there. Basically, we drove to Iola, I dropped Jim off at work and I continued on to Menominee -- exactly two hours away from our office.
Despite the sad circumstances, it was so good to see everyone again. These little kids that Cindy's siblings had "way back when" now are grown up with kids of their own. How is that they are getting older and we aren't?? Had a nice catching-up visit with both Cindy and Sally and admired the nice service for Mom. A very personal celebration of her life and faith and love for family.
And even though "Mom" isn't around any more, she wouldn't let them!
I love family. All of mine.
Thank you, Lord, for blessing me.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Parked at the Park
I don't know which is worse, spending nearly 7 hours at the ballpark for a double-header and coming away with two losses. Or spending 7 hours at the ballpark for a double-header, getting home way after 10 p.m. and facing 2 hours of homework!
They both sound bad to me. I bet Carter feels the same!
We had a DH at Nekoosa that was supposed to start at 4 but didn't going til 4:15. I had to leave at 5:30 to get to meeting at school that I will talk about some other time. That lasted an hour and that first game was still going on!
Lots of runs and we actually led at one point but lost 9-8 in the last inning. Then they had like a half hour break between the games so I had time to get back to Nekoosa to watch the second game. That one seemed to go forever, mainly due to lots of walks. High scoring again and we rallied in our last inning, down 11-5 and ended up losing 11-9.
This whole time, mind you, we were all wrapped up in as many blankets as possible and dodging occasional raindrops. I just kept thinking, I wish our cat was trained to turn on my blanket so my bed will be toasty warm when I get home.
Well, she isn't. And that didn't happen. At this hour, I am going to bed anyway.
I don't know how we're going to keep up our stamina with 9, yes 9, baseball games this week! Games -- mostly double-headers -- every day this week except Wednesday. That night will be packed with about 16 errands left un -run so far, plus a long list of things to do at home.
Uff da. Having our butts parked at the park is way harder than a walk in the park! Gotta give credit to our boys for getting through it all.
Go Royals!
They both sound bad to me. I bet Carter feels the same!
We had a DH at Nekoosa that was supposed to start at 4 but didn't going til 4:15. I had to leave at 5:30 to get to meeting at school that I will talk about some other time. That lasted an hour and that first game was still going on!
Lots of runs and we actually led at one point but lost 9-8 in the last inning. Then they had like a half hour break between the games so I had time to get back to Nekoosa to watch the second game. That one seemed to go forever, mainly due to lots of walks. High scoring again and we rallied in our last inning, down 11-5 and ended up losing 11-9.
This whole time, mind you, we were all wrapped up in as many blankets as possible and dodging occasional raindrops. I just kept thinking, I wish our cat was trained to turn on my blanket so my bed will be toasty warm when I get home.
Well, she isn't. And that didn't happen. At this hour, I am going to bed anyway.
I don't know how we're going to keep up our stamina with 9, yes 9, baseball games this week! Games -- mostly double-headers -- every day this week except Wednesday. That night will be packed with about 16 errands left un -run so far, plus a long list of things to do at home.
Uff da. Having our butts parked at the park is way harder than a walk in the park! Gotta give credit to our boys for getting through it all.
Go Royals!
Sunday, May 12, 2013
A Day for Moms
Although I wasn't planning on it at the time and I wasn't ready for it, I can't deny that motherhood has been the greatest gift. Ever.
Through the ups and downs and all arounds, it has grounded me... reminding me sometimes to just grow up... and other times to remember to have fun and be a kid again. What a constant mix of surprises and blessings! And yes, I am saying this with a teenager in the house. Ha.
Today Carter granted my one Mother's Day wish -- to have a photo taken with him WITHOUT his hand or a glove or his baritone in front of his face!
First, he's all serious and I'm laughing. "Carter, just pretend to enjoy this. For ONE minute!"
That's better! Oh boy, I knew he was getting taller but not until I saw this picture did I realize how MUCH taller he is than me. Wow. Love every inch of my sweet angel!
I feel blessed that at this point in life, I can enjoy Mother's Day as a mom and have my mother still around to share wishes with. She may not think so, but she is an amazing woman. Yesterday, as she has for the past several years, she participated in the Cancer Walk in Luck. And she participates big time.
My mom lost her dad and a sister to cancer, so this cause is very important to her. Prior to the event, she sends out about 200 letters asking for donations for the cause. This year (for the second year in a row) she was the top individual fund raiser, bringing in more than $3,100 on her very own to help fight cancer.
She even walked almost a mile, too, which is pretty good for an 81-year-old woman with osteoporosis and, oh, plenty on her mind these days with my dad's situation. Of course, Mom says she could have walked further but she hadn't had her morning coffee yet! Yep, I'm not the only woman in the family who likes a challenge!
This year I feel especially blessed to have her -- and I told her so. One of my dear friends of more than 20 years lost her mom this weekend. How sad to be spending Mother's Day with your siblings planning your mother's funeral. My heart breaks for them! This is the friend and mom who "adopted" me into their family when I had my first newspaper job in Marinette -- some 6 or 7 hours from home. I spent many holidays with my "family" there. What a generous woman! I feel blessed to have known her and share a part of my life with her.
I think we all know a mom like that. And she may be in your mirror! Don't forget to treat her right.
Happy Mother's Day to moms, stepmoms, foster moms and grandmoms!!
Through the ups and downs and all arounds, it has grounded me... reminding me sometimes to just grow up... and other times to remember to have fun and be a kid again. What a constant mix of surprises and blessings! And yes, I am saying this with a teenager in the house. Ha.
Today Carter granted my one Mother's Day wish -- to have a photo taken with him WITHOUT his hand or a glove or his baritone in front of his face!
That's better! Oh boy, I knew he was getting taller but not until I saw this picture did I realize how MUCH taller he is than me. Wow. Love every inch of my sweet angel!
I feel blessed that at this point in life, I can enjoy Mother's Day as a mom and have my mother still around to share wishes with. She may not think so, but she is an amazing woman. Yesterday, as she has for the past several years, she participated in the Cancer Walk in Luck. And she participates big time.
My mom lost her dad and a sister to cancer, so this cause is very important to her. Prior to the event, she sends out about 200 letters asking for donations for the cause. This year (for the second year in a row) she was the top individual fund raiser, bringing in more than $3,100 on her very own to help fight cancer.
She even walked almost a mile, too, which is pretty good for an 81-year-old woman with osteoporosis and, oh, plenty on her mind these days with my dad's situation. Of course, Mom says she could have walked further but she hadn't had her morning coffee yet! Yep, I'm not the only woman in the family who likes a challenge!
This year I feel especially blessed to have her -- and I told her so. One of my dear friends of more than 20 years lost her mom this weekend. How sad to be spending Mother's Day with your siblings planning your mother's funeral. My heart breaks for them! This is the friend and mom who "adopted" me into their family when I had my first newspaper job in Marinette -- some 6 or 7 hours from home. I spent many holidays with my "family" there. What a generous woman! I feel blessed to have known her and share a part of my life with her.
I think we all know a mom like that. And she may be in your mirror! Don't forget to treat her right.
Happy Mother's Day to moms, stepmoms, foster moms and grandmoms!!
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