Comfort Drawer

August 11, 2020 at 2:16 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, Uncategorized) (, , , )

I was reading a blog post the other day about creating a comfort drawer. Some may think it a silly idea, but I like the thought of finding an empty drawer to fill with some of my favorite things. In these uncertain times, we all need a pick me up once in a while. I was thinking about what would go into my drawer; I would have to include my journal and my favorite Max Lucado book, pictures of my late husband and son to bring a smile to my face, my favorite rose lotion, and my word search.

I have been cleaning out closets, and my garage like many of us have and waiting until I could drop the items off at Goodwill. I didn’t clean much over the past few months because the only place I can store it was my garage. I also am not a self-starter; I would rather have a friend come help me get all the work done in a few hours and then take her to a nice lunch. I am not a weekend warrior. I have some awesome friends who have helped me over the last several years spruce up my home.

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Staying Positive

August 10, 2020 at 12:09 am (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Uncategorized) (, , , )

Everyone has a bad day, circumstances don’t go as planned, the car won’t start,  the babysitter can’t come today, an unexpected bill arrives in the mail. I have found that finding a thought positive can change your attitude. The past several months have been challenging for everyone. The toilet paper hoarding, now the masks debates, protesters, uncertain school year ahead. It can become difficult to keep a positive attitude in life.

I am the only one who can make me happy. I tell my loved ones everyday how much I love them and I am glad they are in my life because tomorrow is not promised. No one has the right to tell you how to live my life, I know there are well meaning people who care about me and want the best for me. I like to think I am semi-retired and enjoy a staycation on my days off. I live with the philosophy of my cup being half-full. I have made the best lemonade out of the circumstances in my life. I found that life can change in a moment so live life to the fullest, laugh often and love unconditionally.

I love getting out and exploring different hiking trails,following the streams along the winding road in the mountains. getting together with friends and catching up, calling family, visiting the ederly neighbor, having lunch with mom, the little things in life means the most to me. I enjoy getting dressed in my son Levi’s old bedroom, I have so many fond memories of the his life lavishly lived and the fine young man he had become.

 

 

 

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Shopping

August 4, 2020 at 11:30 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, Uncategorized) (, , , )

I have fond memories of going to the local Mall with my family as a teenager; I would look at the clearance rack for a shirt to update my current wardrobe. Shopping was a fun way for my family to spend time together. My brother and I had jobs and usually had Saturdays off. After shopping, we would eat at the food court and then go for a drive or visit relatives before going home.

When I bought my first car, my best girlfriend and I would go to the Mall after school and shop for nothing in particular. We had a fun time shopping at all the stores and then before going home, we went to Bob’s Big Boy and had dinner. My friend was no-nonsense when it came to shopping. Robin just wanted to look in the stores and go home. I was looking for ways to stay current with clothing styles.

My cousin would give me their hand me down clothes: I was always thankful for the generosity because My family could not afford the name brands that were given to me. I remember my cousin gave me four pairs of rust-colored jeans because she did not like the color. I had some pretty tops I added to make smart outfits for school. ( I was teasing her because she gave me so many jeans of the same color.) I appreciated the kindness my family showed to me during the time my dad became ill and could not work.

Looking back, I can say I had a pretty good childhood. Living on the ranch and being part of 4-H Club, teaching my lamb how to walk on a leash, getting ready to transport our sheep to the fairgrounds, showing my lambs and horse at the fair, and crying when it was all over. Life on the farm was fun but had it’s hardships also. My friends were jealous of my brother and I and wished they lived on the ranch. I told them I would trade places with them for the weekend I reminded them the animals want to be fed by six in the morning. They changed their plans.

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A Relaxing Drive

July 24, 2020 at 3:45 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, Uncategorized) (, , , )

I have been taking advantage of the nice weather we have been having. One of my favorite places to take a scenic drive in Hayden Lake. With winding roads, a peek at the lake as you drive, and watch out for deer it is a nice way to spend the afternoon. I live in a serine area with mountains, lakes, hiking trails, skunks running across the road, to the occasional moose standing the middle of the river.

There are so many places I would like to visit and explore in my home town. Hidden swimming holes, old logging roads the end in a quaint town, lakes and streams that wind for miles, the hot springs I am always up for a new adventure. My good friend Sharon and I often head out in the morning to run some quick errands and end up eating lunch in a quaint log cabin burger joint. After lunch, we explore the little town and remark it has been years since we had both been here last.

Like many people, I have learned to love where I live. I used to tease I was on my staycation on my days off from work, now I just enjoy being home. My backyard has been an ongoing work- in- progress with extending my patio, adding a couple shade trees, planting Hydragia bushes, new bedding and a new ceiling fan for my master bedroom, making my own B&B to stay in. I bought a recipe book from the B&B Association open house a few years ago; I can enjoy making the same decadent meals served in the finest dining room. I have learned to make the best of this situation but I can still enjoy some of life’s simple pleasures along the way.

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Another Year

July 20, 2020 at 10:08 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, grief, Life beyond parenting, Memoir, Uncategorized) (, , , )

One sunny summer morning, you set off with some friends to float the river. That night, both our lives were changed forever. After five days and countless prayers later, I know God stood with me when the life support machines were turned off.

There are so many stories I could share about the fine young man you had become and the legacy you left behind. I one thing you said to me that still keeps me going is ” I couldn’t have asked God for a better mom”.

Life is different without you now. I had to learn to live without you but remember the wonderful memories I will always have raising you as a single mother. I must say, I couldn’t accuse God of having a dull life. You have made me want to laugh, cry, and string you up by your toes sometimes all on the same day. But you have made my days complete. I love and miss you, Levi.

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The Little Things

July 2, 2020 at 9:12 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, life lessons, Memoir, Uncategorized) (, , , , )

Looking back on a few months ago, life seemed so positive, the kids were about to go on winter break, local businesses were thriving, and then life changed drastically overnight. We entered ‘shelter at home’ order unless you were essential workers you were asked to stay home, we faced shortages of supplies and food items, but also during all this chaos, I have seen neighbors checking in on the elderly and our more vulnerable. Companies were donating to the local food banks to feed unemployed families, schools offered a grab and go lunch program, so much has been done to help keep our country thriving.

States are re-opening in different degrees, many Restaurants are still delivery or curbside only, while others are drive-thru, coffee stands remain open as do coffee houses, local Libraries are opening up but curbside pick-up only. Overnight our lives were turned topsy- turvy almost as though we have emerged from nuclear fallout. nobody seems to know when or if we can get back to a normal state and where do we go from here. Attitudes have changed, shopping habits have changed, social distancing has taken the place of a hug, it is really hard sometimes to stay positive.

I would like to believe that I am a pretty positive person, I am told I light up a room when I enter it but lately I choose to stay home after running a few errands, I am finishing up the last details of my outdoor retreat for my staycations. I was joking with my friend not long ago that I need to fall in love with my house and want to stay home well it sure didn’t take long to achieve that goal. My late husband and I bought our forever home thirty- plus years ago. Our neighborhood was an up and coming and being pregnant with our son we fell in love with the neighborhood. We live two blocks from a popular bay many paintball fights, hiking trails, boating, seeing wildlife roaming around the park has made living here a great experience.

I do not know what the future holds for us or what normal will look like but I have to believe we are in this together and working together we can build a better future for our children and grandchildren. We have shown who we are when we lend a hand to our neighbor in need, being a friend to the lonely, call our loved ones often, practice social distancing, families have found new ways to survive being at home for weeks on end. The backyard has become camp, the movies, date night out, the local swimming hole, volleyball tourneys, memory makers. We will not look back on this time a laugh but we will marvel at how we have joined together to find ways to stay sane.

 

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Clean Sweep

June 26, 2020 at 8:53 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Uncategorized) (, , , )

Years ago, I used to watch a cool show called “Clean Sweep” The designers along with the homeowners had 48 hours to transform an outdated, over-cluttered house into a beautiful edited space to live in.  Outside on the lawn is all your still with three boxes one labeled donate, on labeled keep, and one labeled discard. The homeowners had to quickly choose what went back into the house with( you knew this was coming) a downsized design. This gave the homeowners a chance, to be honest, and clear the unwanted junk from the home. In the end, the kids donated clothes, video games, and other unused items to recycle.

One of my favorite home improvement channels is going outrageous with some new shows. Because of the COVID 19, designers are helping homeowners redesign a room in the home. here is the catch- the family is decluttering and doing the work themselves. The family has a great bonding experience working together creating a beautiful room together. The design is often stunned at the results of the transformation and the families are just as surprised that they could pull this off in 48 hours together.

Another show starting deals with starting over. The homeowner left devastated by a divorce is left with unfinished projects. The show’s host comes in and creates an elegant space for relaxing. The before pictures are unbelievable, a kitchen left in disarray, a bathroom remodel left half done. The program host understands where the homeowner is coming from as he has been there at one time himself. Nothing of the former occupant is left it is now his or her space.

Having had ‘shelter in place’ I think families have become more close-knit through this time and found many new ways to keep entertained at home. Many families have a movie night in the backyard, created outdoor retreats with a fire pit, outdoor kitchens, and a water feature to enjoy by the outdoor fireplace. The last several months have a hard time for so many and yet a time to reconnect with our friends and family. Road trips are up by 200% and buying or renting a motorhome for the open road is up by 110%. People want to get back out and explore the world around them again.

Have a great summer everyone. thank you for your continued support. It really means a lot.

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Happy Father’s Day

June 21, 2020 at 10:54 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, Uncategorized) (, , , )

Today is your day dad, you can choose what to watch on tv, choose the food you would like to eat, you can go fishing, a bike ride with the family, head out on the open road and find a quaint town to see and buy ice cream, you may go see a movie you were waiting for, the day is filled with family, friends, good conversation and laughter.

Today, we shower you with gifts, family face time with you who couldn’t be there to share your special day with you, photos were taken for memories to remember for years to come. At the end of this day, you set back in your easy chair and think how blessed you really are.

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Heroic Act

June 16, 2020 at 1:59 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, life lessons, Memoir, Uncategorized) (, , )

I love this uplifting story. Last week, I was watching my local news and a story was told of a police officer who pulled over a driver for speeding. When he came up to the window, the passenger told him her baby wasn’t breathing. The quick-thinking officer took the child and started CPR. The baby started breathing again.

This was not the end of the story. The mother asked the officer to be her baby’s Godparent. I cannot think of a story that brought a smile to my face in the midst of all the chaos going on right now.

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A Little Forgetful

June 9, 2020 at 2:12 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Uncategorized) (, , , , )

Sometimes I find myself being a little forgetful. In my house, everything has a special place or so it used to. Ever lose your car in the parking lot? frustrating isn’t it? You know you locked the gate so the dog wouldn’t get out and run the neighborhood, you take out your glasses and set them down on the table and you cannot find them. You wonder if you left them at the restaurant today.

 You know it is going to be one of those days when:

  1. “The dryer must have eaten your matching sock.”

  2. “I had it in my hand, where did it go?”

  3. “What did I come in here for?”

  4. “Where did I leave my glasses?”

  5. “Sorry, I forgot what I was going to say.”

  6. “Didn’t I pay that already?”

  7. ‘ How do you program these new-fangled TV’s?”Who left the empty milk carton in the fridge again?”

  8. “Yikes that scale can’t be right”

  9. Why was I ever in a hurry to grow up?

I have heard it said that growing old isn’t for wimps. Our forgetfulness, misplaced items, forgetting what you were saying mid-sentence, going to the store for one item this is the one you forgot. I used to think it was just being tired with my busy life now I am not so sure.

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