Shower-y Sunday

It started raining yesterday and has yet to quit. It’s a pleasant sort of rain, not one to be a gully washer. The creek behind us is almost full. With 2 – 3 inches of rain expected total, it doesn’t surprise me. We think this will really green up our grass. The back yard will muddy up. Goldie has worn two paths while playing catch. It’s ok. When you have kids or dogs, it’s expected. It’ll grow back someday.

A couple days ago, I wrote about Cynicism. Interesting topic, I turned the page this morning in my “Silver Disobedience” book by Dian Griesel. It’s a collection of her writings, blogs, and random topics on aging. She has a blurb about cynicism. It can be the only thing that makes us old. It replaces contentment with bitterness. Trust is replaced by distrust. Doubt replaces trust. Pessimism overtakes optimism. Sarcasm dominates. Faith and trust must be worked on.Old age happens at any time, any age. Avoiding cynicism is the key to remaining forever young.

I would highly recommend following her. While she is a model for the famous Wilhelmena Modeling Agency, she doesn’t concentrate on outer beauty. She concentrates on attitude and the care we should all give our bodies and soul. She’s a breathtakingly beautiful woman in her 60s. Imagine that! Once I saw her fabulous head of silver/gray hair, I knew it was ok to keep letting my COVID-coiffe continue growing. It’s now acceptable! Who knew?

I love this part of my life. It’s so awesome, the older grandkids are measuring how close they are to us in height. Some are very close. Whenever any of my cousins bragged they were as tall as Grandma Bobell, she’d say, “Well, that’s no big feat! I’m only four feet ten inches!” And she laughed her funny laugh. Just kept giggling to herself. She cracked herself up! I loved her laugh.

I’m wishing we could celebrate our granddaughter Kayla’s birthday, too. They are experiencing a lot of snow today. We always loved birthdays. I always requested a Devil’s Food Chocolate Cake. I did that to be the direct opposite of my older brother, who always wanted plain angel food. What was your favorite birthday cake?

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It’s tough now to have a birthday cake. The Babe’s birthday is two days after mine. His favorite cake is German Chocolate. I love to make one for him, and the recipe on the Baker’s Chocolate package is the one my Grandma Jewell used to make. It was fabulous. Lots of butter! Oh my. Maybe I’ll make one this year. It can be frozen, then we wouldn’t consume it all at once. Sounds reasonable, right?

FInally, today I’m packing away my snowmen. They’re gathered on the coffee table, and I shouldn’t need too much time to do that. Just accomplishing something makes a huge difference. I think we might have the fireplace on sometime today, it’s pretty chilly. Soon it will be time to poke around outside and see what’s starting to grow in the flower beds. A favorite time of year.

Thank you for catching up today. Remember, whatever your age, check your attitude. It’s worth it to be positive and have a good outlook. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow. Be Kind. Be Courteous. Be Safe out there!

The Cynic

Do you know anyone who can take your good mood and deflate it? I know quite a few people who are like that. Doom and gloom all the way. I have to limit my exposure to them for sure. It’s hard when everything you try to talk about gets turned around. The unhappiness seeps from their pores. Toxic.

I’m learning how to put my reactions into a box and leave the box with them when I leave. I cannot carry it with me and into our home. Some people would complain no matter what. I think some of it is due to depression, too much thinking, regrets they cannot shed, and a variety of other things. I am fortunate to have a happy life. It is a lot of work. It takes a lot to maintain it. Outside forces (the news, negative people, and some circumstances) try to permeate my boundaries and upset my balance. I cannot let them in my head. They are not welcome.

I would much rather spend time with people who spread love and joy than folks who spread hate and discontent. Who wouldn’t? Yesterday was a day Mom was having a pity party, I think. She was hard to work around. The four hours I spent with her seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t point out enough positive things to her. Sometimes I pray for patience. She complains constantly about the fundraising efforts on PBS. She always tells me she calls them money-mongers. If I hear about how terrible she thinks Julia Child is one more time, I may lose my mind. I just let her talk.

I know she’s not long for this earth and I’ll miss her. Or she could live another ten years. She’s losing strength every day. She needs to use a walker when we leave the house; I think. She refuses. My two younger brothers are vigilant with her. One lives across the street and he checks on her at least twice a day. When she’s wobbly, I stay right by her. It’s all you can do.

I hope when I’m nearly 92 I don’t complain like that. I think it’s all from unresolved issues in her life. She rehashes conflicts with her three sisters over and over. She can’t let things go. The sisters are all gone. Two didn’t want funerals. She didn’t get closure with them. I wish she could make peace in her life. I’m praying for her and will try to be a dutiful daughter. I have control over my part of the relationship.

I need to listen to my music and lighten my thoughts. It’s a nice day, and it will not snow like in Colorado. My little Kayla will get a blizzard on her birthday tomorrow! What a joyous occasion! I love birthdays, always have. It’s one day that is just for you. I’ll be 69 years old in a couple of months. The Babe will be 71. We’ve been through a lot and are still going strong. We’ve had heartbreak, illness, death, grandbabies, hope, love, and dreams. Hope and love always win. They have to.

Thanks for reading today. Let’s all spread some joy and happiness today. Someone may really need it. There are isolated people in the world. The forgotten ones. The ones alone with their memories. All people repeat stories. It’s not just older people. Let’s be patient with our elders when they repeat stories. Or when they complain. Learn a lesson from it. Tell wonderful stories. Tell stories that make you laugh. Tell stories about your family. Remember, good times. Look forward to many more. Be Kind. Be Patient. Be Considerate. It’ll improve our worlds. See you tomorrow.