Humid, Dreary Sunday

We are so proud of our Granddaughter Addison. She went to Nationals for KAR Dance Competition. She represented Accapricio Dance Studio in Papillion. So far, she has earned two first place awards. She is so good. Still limited with the photos I can share between my phone and here (read my lips – NONE) so I’ll share a photo of her later. We are so lucky to have good, healthy, handsome grandkids. They are learning to make good choices for their lives. The best blessing will be they all continue on the paths they are on.

One in a while, the humidity is so high in Nebraska, the outside windows are covered with humidity. They closely resemble the windshield of your car before you turn the wipers on. Why don’t they invent wipers for your home windows? If you live in the South, I bet that may be appreciated. Does this condensation appear frequently on your homes, too? Remember folks, you heard it here first! It’s MY idea, regardless of what anyone says!

A morning like this reminds me of when our family didn’t have air conditioning. It’s rough. On Sunday mornings, we’d walk home from the Children’s Mass at Church, and change into nice play clothes to go visit our Grandma’s. Every Sunday. Grandma and Grandpa Bobell had Central Air, and it was heavenly to be in their house. Grandma Jewell did not, but she had a beautiful huge enclosed porch. She opened all the combination windows, and we’d sit in her wicker furniture and enjoy the breeze that always graced her porch. It was heavenly. She also had a porch swing. Always. It was wonderful, too. Even on days like this, she always baked something for when we would visit on Sunday. I can still smell the baked goods when I drive past her old home.

Yesterday, I thought I’d get a second blog written. No, it just didn’t happen. What I did accomplish was divide up all my papers printed from my online classes, patterns, and writing hints. Our information for the volunteering is included, as is directions on the Painting of the Month Club I joined online. For $10 a month, we get lifetime access to all the POMC Paintings. When I have time, there it will be waiting. After my first book is published, thank you very much.

The mass of papers from my first novel of 80K words is now in a series of folders and tucked away in a drawer. My completed chapters of “The Freeing of Katie Fitzgibbons” is ready to go into a binder. Before I start on it again on August 2, I’ll read each chapter and be able to pick up where I left off. By that time, I hope to create the new habit of writing two or three blogs every other day. Then I could write nothing but the novel on the alternate days. And I still want one day to sew on a quilt. I haven’t touched my sewing machine for a year. Oh my!

Yes, there are 24 hours in my day. With my back issues, I can only sit, stand, walk, type, or sew only so many hours. More that two or three is encroaching on setting off a lot of pain that takes days to recover from. And yet, I find blessings in the fact I can do anything at all. Life teaches us many lessons along the way. I decided to use the time wisely as long as I can. I believe things do fall into place if we listen to the signs along the way. They are present. You must be, too. Not on your phone. Not absorbed in Mindless TV. Awareness is critical. Learning to read the signs is too. The Five Man Electrical Band of the 70s recorded this hippie song. It was huge at the time, and I can tell you, restrictive signs regarding personal appearance still lingers. “No Shirt, No Shoes, NO SERVICE,” is one I agree with. I don’t want to see some man (or woman’s) hairy armpits while I’m eating. Thank you very much.

The best example I can think of in my life was before I filed for divorce. The Catholic Church had a series of lectures on a Friday night titled, “Women in Transition.” I knew I was terribly unhappy and wanted to divorce. I also knew I hadn’t worked outside the home since I was nineteen. I was nearing thirty and wanted to prepare myself. Every Friday night, a friend of mine and I, met and listened to the speaker. In 1981, she said the best field you could enter is Computers. They were the wave of the future.

Within five years, I was offered free classes at a computer school, paid for by our HR Department where I worked. I became a Programmer Trainee in 1987, then spent nearly fifteen years working in Software and System Analysis. I believed God led me to all of it. If I had ignored the lecture announcement, I may have never started this journey.

Think about the signs you may have in your life. Afraid to make a change? Look for support in unusual places. I’ve often thought how ironic it was, since the Catholic Church was so against divorce, that my sign came from a “Catholic Voice,” which is a Catholic Newspaper for the Archdiocese of Omaha. Since 1982, I believe the “You must stay together until you die,” has been relaxed. People make mistakes. Some people are exposed to domestic violence. Kids are not better off if their kids hear nothing but arguing constantly.

Whatever else you do today, make some “YOU” time. It’s a perfect day to read. After that second blog, I’m headed to do just that. It will be a hectic week next week, getting everything finished for the Fundraiser at the Post next weekend. It will be worth it. Two Veterans groups, Moving Veterans Forward, and Guitars for Vets, will receive the proceeds. Do something nice for someone today, too. The world will be a better place for it. See you tomorrow!

You’re Always My Home. Never Obsolete.

Wow! I discovered some ancient electronic devices yesterday, in the Babe’s office closet. A Garmin. A camera with film still in it. A full camera setup you could print photos from when it’s docked. There are three or four boxes of “ink” cartridges for it. We got it when the grandbabies started to come. It was perfect. Fourteen years ago!

And then the very first digital camera we purchased. It was in 2001. We attended Stephens Ministry Training in Orlando and saw Dale Earnhardt Sr. and Jr. driving in the 24 Hours of Daytona. They drove Porsche’s. I remember this, because the Babe accidentally erased all the photos we took that day. The Museum. The part of the race we saw. It was upsetting at first, but we remember that day. And we shared it. No big deal, in the grand scheme of things.

So here we are, gathering things to de-clutter a closet. I do remember the fun we had learning to use those advances in technology. Until the next one came along. When the kids started getting married, we bought a movie camera! Wow. That was a hard one to part with. We just never used it. And now, all those things that were once another item are now included on your cell phone. I will probably keep the last slimline camera we bought. It would produce adequate photos without having to scale them down for use on WordPress.

And just like that digital camera, we can have do-overs every day of our lives. God gives another chance to do good things. I love signs all over the house. We have some from Redline Steel. It’s a company we have followed on Facebook. They have specials all the time, offering a free item for a delivery fee. The sign, “Thankful Grateful and truly Blessed,” was one the Babe picked out. We talk often of how good God’s been to us. We try to live that gratitude every day.

Somehow, I picked out two of this sign:

Two of these? No Problem! I’ll use them both.

For us, the word home is almost sacred. Like Church. No matter where we live, as long as each other are there, we’re home. I’ve been able to leave every home I’ve lived in without tears. Moving on is a natural part of life. I’m sure new good times will happen in a new-to-us home. Billy Joell sang a song titled “You’re My Home.” I love it. The Babe’s my home, and I am his. We truly are Blessed. This home is our favorite. Ranch style, three bedrooms, large kitchen, living room with gas fireplace. Laundry on the same level. We’ve made upgrades to the counter tops, master bath, added new paint, and a beautiful fence. It’s us.

Loving someone for nearly 25 years is an accomplishment these days. It’s not impossible. Meeting in our 40’s was a good thing. We both knew what we didn’t want. We learned quickly to trust each other. It wasn’t easy after a lifetime of disappointments for each of us. We were mature enough to know what was really worth arguing about. We are home with each other. Nothing goes obsolete with us. We value between us. We respect each other, and our relationship. Every day is new. I love our time together.

I’m going to spend the rest of the day (until my back cries for mercy) going through the “stuff” in the Babe’s office. And today is the last Carol Gino session about being more aware of what’s around you. It should be interesting. Be Safe out there, my friends. Be Grateful. Be Kind. Be Courteous. Be Thoughtful. Masks and Vaccinations. We’ll rebound better than before. Together. See you tomorrow!