Happy Anniversary to Us!

This is such a special day in our lives. It marks 24 years we’ve been married! God has been so good to us. We’ve had everything from fun vacations to cancer to ischemic heart disease, to loss of a parent and many friends, buying and selling property, disagreements and partnership. As Dr. Mary Hansen, our officiant all those years ago told us, “You are perfect spouses for each other.” How awesome.

We had dinner with daughter Tracy, son-in-law TJ, and grandson Gavin. Addison was busy, at dance team practice. We had a nice, leisurely dinner, and just enjoyed each other’s company. That happens rarely, even though we live 10 miles from each other. These are busy times, and it shows. Just hoping we have such a nice celebration with all of us next year. Twenty-five years will be even more awesome than 24. We are so lucky!

Didn’t get much done today, just ran a bunch of errands, delivered groceries to Moving Veterans Forward, and picked up our groceries from Target. We should have been more productive today, but who cares? I’ve got to get back to the quilts tomorrow. I will. As for now, we’re going to relax a little, and just be happy together. Life is so fine.

Hope to see you all tomorrow, and we’ll get back to business. Take care.

It’s Over; and Just Beginning

Today was my friend’s funeral, burial, and funeral luncheon. Ethnic groups, such as the Polish, German, Italian, Irish, and whoever else, always had a huge, hearty lunch. South Omaha tradition dictates and ensures you will not go away hungry. We didn’t. The DAV (Disabled American Veterans) Hall did not disappoint; nor did Mama’s Pizza, who catered delicious Pasta.

Since my friend’s husband called Saturday to inform me his wife passed away, life has been so different. We had lived a thousand lives since then; we have had a million memories since then; and today, reality hit. We will never see our wife/mom/aunt/cousin/niece/friend again. Not until whatever you believe eternity will be.

The Babe and I have had many discussions about what we as individuals want when we pass. We’ve agreed on some things, other things will have further discussion. We need to write these things all down. Our time will come. Children don’t want to guess what we want. We need to tell them.

Many things open opened our eyes with this loss. We’re probably not too far behind. Or maybe one of us? No, we never know for sure. But from now on, we need to be ready, just in case.

Make those lists for our families; talk with people who will plan our funerals; maybe even pre-plan them ourselves; then the kids won’t need to do anything. That will be great for them.

And now, my friend’s family has to get used to life without her. Her husband and kids can no longer call her for advice, to just say hello, or tell her they love her. I experienced that with my dad back in 1988. Mom ise still living, and she’ll be 93 in a matter of days. As her executor, I’ll have a lot to do. It will be the time my brothers and I become orphans. I’ve read about those feelings, and expect we will feel the same.

Tonight? I’m grateful to have had Janet Nichols as my supporter, cheerleader, and friend for the past 43 years. We all were. We need to figure out how to carry on, and we will. Even though we may not like it. Such is life. I pray to make the most of mine, however much time I have left. It’s all we can hope for. Make an impression as a positive while you’re here.

It’s late, and we’ve had another long day. Please be good to each other; have a beautiful rest of the night and make it a good rest of the week. Be kind to people; take care of each other. None of us know when we’ll be called home; try to live each day as if it’s your last. Bless all of you, and know how I appreciate your support. We’re getting a lot of followers, and I’m delighted about that. See you tomorrow!

July 3, 2022. Sunday.

Last night was pretty loud with fireworks. I imagine they will get worse before they get better. Please, consider your neighbors who may be Veterans with PTSD. The memories they have can be triggered by loud noises. Artillery shells are loud, sudden noises. Pets also have a terrible time, so be considerate of both.

We are nearing 1,000 blogs published; help a girl out by following my blog. It can be on WordPress or through Twitter, or Instagram posts of the blog. I’d love to make 1,000 followers! We have lots of excitement happening in July, and none of it includes loud noises! It will more likely include a celebratory cupcake or two and ice cream. Everyone loves ice cream.

I’m getting some Post things taken care of this morning, later today will be the monthly task of updating all the social media, website, calendars, events, etc. It’s a task I’m turning over sometime in the near future, I hope. I’m managing too many things, I have to let go of several to make room for my stuff; books, etc.

I’m getting pretty good at doing some reading every day. I’m nearly finished with half of Where the Crawdads Sing. It gets better the more I read. I recommend it. And I’m doing this, too:

Today’s task: Get the blue v’s in there. Wish me luck!

This center medallion with end up being an afghan for myself. I’ve made probably 50 over my lifetime, but never one for me or my home. Kids, nieces & nephews, and brothers, but never for me. It’s symbolic in a way. As I need to free my time from other responsibilities, and stop checking that darned phone. Crocheting helps me stop doing the phone check. Sometimes, I try to check the spelling of a word while writing, then I fall down the rabbit hole of FB, etc. We all do it. Now to unlearn it!

As I think of years’ past of the Fourth of July holidays, some were spent with relatives, some not. As a younger kids, if Dad had the day off, I think we were at his brother’s home for a picnic. I remember the watermelon, and one aunt ate the white part of the rind. Anyone else do that? I never heard of it before. And when in high school, we would go to Mom’s sister’s home for a picnic and the first time I ever experienced people doing their own “big” fireworks. It was fun.

After I was married and had kids, we’d go to the local AAA ball team’s 4th of July celebration and fireworks display. I always held the baby, Becky, because she didn’t like the noise, and was sleepy. She’d cry, poor thing! We sat so close, the ashes rained down on us when they fell from the sky. They probably don’t allow that anymore.

And now, I just like for the dogs to be ok. The Babe and I have steak to grill today, and hunker in for another evening of noise. Glad it’ll be over soon. I’m going now to sit and read while the Babe watches this week’s NASCAR race. We’re good just sitting in the same room quietly. Enjoy whatever you do, noisy or quiet, with your relatives or at home, and remember how lucky we are to live here, in the land of the free, because of the brave. See you tomorrow, thanks for reading!

Friday Fun/Saturday Plans

Friday evening, we attended the kickoff for the weekend of fun and celebrating the 90th Anniversary of the VFW Post 2503. Blessings abound with this celebration. A small group of plucky veterans from WWI and their wives, smack in the middle of the depression, started a branch of the national VFW organization. It yielded the VFW Post 2503 and the VFW Post 2503 Auxiliary. There was a heyday in the 60s where the place packed them in every Friday and Saturday nights. We have met children of older members who “grew up in the place, playing shuffleboard.” The adult kids have wonderful memories of the events and friendships.

Things changed. In the time we’ve been active members, many of the older folks have passed away. We miss our friends. We’ve met many good people and enjoy friendships with them. It’s also a lot of hours, time spent, and learning new ways to help Veterans.

Engaging in war has changed dramatically since WWI. Combat soldiers are now male and female. PTS(D) is a recognized condition that needs to be dealt with. We are losing too many of our military brothers and sisters. 22 a day is the estimated number of Veterans who commit suicide each day in the United States. This is unacceptable. We can do more to assist and support them. Their training teaches them how t fight, kill, rebuild cities and infrastructure. We do not train them how to quell their demons or re-join society. Alcohol and drugs do not help the issues, they just become another layer of issues masking the actual issues.

One of our members is smoking brisket (100 pounds of it!) for the Post’s Anniversary Dinner later. After dinner, entertainment by our friend, Jimmy Weber is on the agenda. It’ll be great to see him, have dinner, and listen to his band for a few hours. I see a lot of friendship revivals happening this weekend. It’s the stuff celebrations exist for.

We’ll share the highlights tomorrow, and also talk about our first Car Show for the summer. It is also a day for breakfast, so the joint is jumping all weekend! Take care, see you tomorrow.

Thursday Throes?

Words truly fascinate me. They should. Trying to come up with catchy titles is challenging. Some days, I try to think of a word starting with the same letter as the day of the week. Throes. What are throes? Something this day doesn’t need; pain, agony, suffering, or threats. No, we don’t need that at all.

The people of the Ukraine are experiencing it right now. I admire their President very much; he and his family are truly Presidential in their actions, example, and love of their country. I can think of no one who dislikes the man. No wonder their men are picking up arms to defend their country. Patriots abound.

The people who suffer the most? The babies and children. To experience that trauma so young will leave marks on them for their entire lives. Children from Iraq, Afghanistan, all the European countries from WWII, WWI, Japan, the Philippines, and others all have carried this, whether they believe it. So they subconsciously hold so much. War causes so much more than physical damage, destruction, and unseen emotional scars.

Life can do that to us, too. Sometimes we think we are so smart because we don’t talk about hurt and wounds. We think if we don’t admit things out loud; they don’t exist. We’ve all done it. And the truth of the matter? We’re not fooling anyone. Especially not ourselves. Why do we do this?

Well, I saw it growing up. The thoughts on teenage drinking at the time was, “Well, at least it’s not drugs” followed by, “Boys will boys.” I believe those thoughts lead to nothing but disaster. Car loads of kids, male and female, killed every year because of that thinking. The thinking it’s “only” drinking. No such thing.

In high school, I didn’t hang out with girls who drank or smoked. At least, not that I knew of. I didn’t really know my older brother drank as much as he did. They did not discuss it. Imagine my surprise when I found out. There again, I didn’t know the extent of it. It seemed all the boys did it. That didn’t make it right.

Instead, I stuck to the straight and narrow. I wanted to be so good that Mom would praise me, be happy about my behavior, and become happier about everything. It was hard having a brother a year older than me. I wanted to be as smart as he was. I didn’t realize I was until I was much older. And in different things.

You know, back in our days, the worst thing that could happen to a family was to have an unmarried girl become pregnant. It happened now and again. All I can say is it probably had the chance of happening more than it did. Many of us didn’t get caught. People assumed I got married because I was pregnant. Nope. I was just lucky, as were all of my friends.

Fast forward 50 years and nearly everyone lives together before marriage now. I think it’s a great idea. No longer does it reflect badly on a couple (especially the woman). Many couples have toddlers who take part in the wedding itself. It’s a family affair. My revelation doesn’t shock anyone. We have the advantage of knowing our partners better than 50 years ago.

So while my revelation doesn’t shock anyone, it would have 50 years ago. Time has a way of doing all of that. What doesn’t change is please be careful celebrating St. Pat’s Day. Safety first. I’m not impressed by drinking escapades, and shake my head at some stories I hear even now. It’s not worth it. Please be careful so we can see each other tomorrow.