Beautifully Decorated

December 8, 2017 at 9:48 pm (Memoir, Creative Non- Fiction, Middle age, blogging) (, , , )

It doesn’t quite feel like Christmas yet without snow. I know, so many are cheering to the snowy gods that we do not have any this year. For others, it is hard to get into the season. I put on my music, decorated my house in simple Victorian elegance plan for my annual Christmas get together with my dear friend. She is the inspiration for my home looking so festive the past few years. K can take what you already have and working her magic, turns your everyday house into something  fabulous. ( Every year I have her come over and “play” for the afternoon. She loves putting together my Victorian Village). This year, I decided to put the village together myself. I did not realize there are a million ways to set up your display.I probably used every one of them. I did figured out a way not to compete with my K. After about an hour of (playing) with my village, I decide to accept the way it looks and not look at the display too often.

A couple of nights ago, I decided to look at the most beautifully decorated mansions in my area. I bought my annual gingerbread Starbuck’s Latte and drove up to The Highlands. I love touring this exclusive community any time of the year. It looks like a miniature Beverly Hills. My dear friend helps install red christmas lighted trees on the neighborhood lawns. With so many styles of homes on the hill, the trees fit into most of the decorations. Some homes are decorated with a winter wonderland theme. I was listening to trans Siberian orchestra, enjoying my evening. towards another favorite neighborhood. The streets look like a Thomas Kincaid painting year round. My friend has an eye for making her home shine for the holidays. She owns a beautiful Victorian home with Mr. and Mrs. Claus greeting you on the front porch. Other homes are over looking the river and look like a Chalet in Aspen.

As a child, my dad always liked looking at lights after exchanging gifts at my Uncles home. Reseda was a nice area and I remeber most homes held a contest on who had the best one. Back then, people did not go overboard like now. Even a strand of multi-colored old fashioned bulbs around the outside looked pretty. Plastic snowmen were in style, Santa and his reindeer were flying off the roof, huge wooden gingerbread men were popular. Some of the old fashioned decorations are making a comeback. I am impressed at how creative some people are in building a santas village in the yard. I am trying to get my mom out to look at some of the nice homes with me. I think she would really enjoy some of the nice neighborhoods around her. I told her she has a red bathrobe to wear, she is festive. I tried bribing her with desert at Denny’s afterward, I think she told me she will get back to me with this. Some traditions change,parents get older and can’t get around as well anymore. I am glad I have precious memories I can look back on of a time when she enjoyed the nice homes as much as the rest of the family. have a Holiday filled with lasting memories you can look back on for years to come God Bless you all.

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A New Tradition

December 6, 2017 at 1:14 am (Memoir, Creative Non- Fiction, Middle age, blogging, grief) (, , , , , )

When I was first married, my husband and I started a tradition having ‘our own’ Christmas tree, buying our decorations to trim the real live tree we cut down, and making our home inviting for friends and family. Jerry and I started cutting down our tree at his parents home. Several couples including my mom and dad enjoyed walking through the snowy tree farm (sometimes we came prepared, other times our feet were soaked) But we all had a good time scouting the property looking for the best tree. My mom was easy to please, a Charlie Brown tree suit her just fine. After we all had finished bringing our prized trees to the house, we went inside to warm up nest to the crackling fire and had a yummy chili feed.

I remember my parents who throwing the best parties. On snowy afternoons, my dad always brought out his prized 1946 Willies Jeep and pulled company around the neighborhood on sleds. I think he was the biggest kid of all. Afterwards, we came into the warm house and sat by the fireplace and either played games or had great lively discussions about some trending topic of the day. Mom and dad had a become good friends with a few of the neighbors. Thanksgiving or Christmas was at my parents, new years Eve, A Murder Mystery Night was hosted by another neighbor. Costumes were a must. A four course meal was served in between the mystery being played out. I am glad my parents had so many wonderful friends to plan activities with. ( I forget they were in thier forties after all).

Kids grow up and move away, friends and family moved to a warmer climate, and suddenly, the holidays had changed. My young son helped his grandpa put out lights and decorate the house, the neighbors had a light fight contest to see who could have the best dressed house. Across the street always won because his Santa decoration hit the pine tree head first. We were excited to see my brother and his best friend pull into the driveway to spend Christmas with us. One year, my dad took us all to Mount Spokane for the afternoon. We got out our inner tubes, and stayed on a less traveled bunny hill to sled on. My son had fun with his uncle until a rock jumped in the way of the sled and Levi went flying and landed in a snow drift(funny thing, the same thing happened to me when I was his age with my favorite Aunt).  After a fun day, we went to Kid Zone and had dinner and played games. My dad was the biggest kid there. he had a blast trying to stay on the virtual motorcycle game. My brother kept telling dad to lean into the corner. he did almost falling off the game.  Everyone slept good that night including the birthday boy.

Most of my family has moved or passed away. Mom and I have ourselves a quiet little Christmas. I decorate her home modestly. We have a nice dinner and open our gifts. Mom is cute as she does not even get dressed anymore. I make sure she has a pretty gown to put on and a warm bathrobe. A lot has changed over the years and meeting someone where they are makes a merry holiday for both of us. Mom reminiscences a lot now. She grew up in Chats worth, next to a movie studio where Hop Along Cassidy was being filmed. We sit and chat over a cup of coffee after dinner. When she is gone, gone forever are the stories. I had to come to terms with a few realities about my mom.  Some are hard to accept.

This evening, I am heading over to a dear friends house for a light meal and a Agatha Christie movie. My friend helped me refresh several rooms in my home. ten years ago, I asked her to help me with my bedroom. She was so cute she asked me when was the last time my bedroom had been touched. I told her seventeen years ago. My husband had died. It was time. What she created for me was a B&B retreat! She is still amazed to this day my room is still the same. A funny story about my husband. he did not want anyone staying with us so he did not want the grand beautiful house. Well, I asked my friend to help just make the house feel cozy . My kitchen had no artwork, nothing on the walls. Just a little of her magic…. she was afraid of making my husband mad at me. I tried telling her I pay half the bills. We still laugh about it today.

I found girlfriend time is important. We don’t get together as often as we would like, but we stay in touch. In my busy life, I had to learn to slow down and make time for myself. An evening out looking at lights, and listening to instrumental music while seeing all the beautifully decorated mansions. Sometimes I have to remember what I used to find fun and rekindle the memories so they don’t stay a memory. I am taking a couple of cookie baking classes with a friend. I think I am not one who likes to stay at home all the time, I like to get together with families for a game night or making cookies together.  You do not have to feel alone, just remember you are loved , cherished, and probably great company. getting together with friends is good for the soul.

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Tiny Big Bubble

November 17, 2017 at 8:59 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, grief, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Single Parent) (, , , )

 

 

This is one of my treasured pictures I have of my husband and son Levi. This was taken on Easter,when my son was three years old. My husband had asked me if we could put on the Karate gee we had jut bought him for Easter(my husband taught Karate). After Levi opened his gifts, he asked his daddy to blow him a tiny,big bubble. Jerry laughed and the picture made history in my family.

It seems so long ago that this photo was taken.  Jerry had complications with his diabetes and passed away six months later. Words cannot describe the lost feeling I felt as I realized  I was now mom, dad and sole provider to my family of two.  I had a thought one morning while drinking my morning coffee. I could become bitter and angry, about loosing my husband or I can be thankful and live a life reflecting it. I chose to live with a thankful heart.

What seemed like a comet zooming past you pace, Levi had grown into a fine young man. He never liked school,so instead of dropping out of high school, he earned his GED, and our neighbor hired him to help him lay carpeting. I was proud of the young man Levi was becoming. One day Levi told me his boss had an extra carpet in his garage. After buying it, Levi installed the carpet for me. One it was a treat to have new carpet, but the extra bonus is to have your son do the work.  Levi moved out at age 19, to help his grandma after his grandpa suddenly passed away. I turned his old bedroom into my dressing room. I love to get dressed in the morning and put on my pajamas at night.

My awesome son Levi died in 2007 in a tragic car accident. He was only 20. Again, I decided to live my life with a thankful heart. They say when life hands you lemons, make lemonade. Some folks pour tons of salt into the lemonade because they feel so broken. I can understand the anguish they feel. Others, pour in too much sugar,maybe to compensate for the feeling of loss. I had to realize that the deaths of both my husband and son did not mean the death of me as well.  Instead of becoming angry and bitter, I chose to trust God.  He has walked me through some of the darkest days of my life and brought back into His light.

I wish everyone the Happiest Thanksgiving. May you be surrounded by those near and dear to your heart. Hug your kids extra tight tonight,let them know how much you love them, how much they mean to you and tell them how proud you are of them. Tell them to reach for the stars, live their dreams, and that you will be there to help them see their full potential. No one is promised tomorrow, so make the best out of each new day you are given and take time to smell the flowers. I am so thankful to you my friends, family and readers who read my posts, leave a comment, and for your love and support.

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The Right Words

November 11, 2017 at 10:09 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, Uncategorized) (, , , )

I often read blog posts from different walks of life. It is fun to read about a young couple struggles with parenting(I have been there). I love to read about a couple who have just retired traveling, a friend who has just got back from her Hawaii vacation (lucky ducks).  I enjoy  reading about a country cottage set in Ireland and the beautiful photos of the flowers and vegetable gardens. I love seeing the countryside, the winding roads, the sheep dotting the landscape. I follow a food critic and her thoughts about up scaled restaurants food and service.

I ran across one post that was interesting to me. She told about blogging and not always knowing what to write about. She was telling of her experience of a writer block and how to deal with it. She raises chickens; sometimes, she just has to go gather the eggs, feed and water them, then walk back from the barn to her office and then she can write. I agree. I do not always know what to post. It is easy to just not post that day,but then we are not challenged are we. I do not have a million ideas dancing in my head waiting for me to pick one.

I like to get together with a dear friend over dessert and a movie before work.  I feel like a queen when I go to her home. She always has a special dessert or even cheeses and crackers to snack on while watching one of our favorite movies. Last night, it was Benny and Joon. We laughed so hard, and as an added bonus, one of our dearest friends played in the movie. I had forgotten he had a small part. I go for an afternoon walk by the lake. With no boats with water skiers, the water is as smooth as glass; I walk in an up scaled neighborhood  and get ideas about landscaping my home. It is nice to see how the other half-lives, although I do not have to clean a large house.

Sometimes, I need to clear the sawdust out of my head, or let the stresses of the day go, to take a moment for me to gather my thoughts again and then I can come and post a story. We are over committed, caring for our aging parents, long work days, it is a discipline to set and post twice or three times a week. It is nice to know your story is being read and maybe a comment or two.

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Cancer- Zero

November 5, 2017 at 8:49 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Uncategorized) (, , , )

 

Four years ago, we received the news mom had breast cancer;  She was set up with a treatment plan of a partial mastectomy, radiation therapy, good nutrition, and most important, family support. After two months, she finished her treatments. Today, she is doing well. I was impressed with the level of care, patience, empathy, and professional ethics my mom was given during her difficult time in her life. Mom was scared, so it helped I could take her to her appointments. I had to step outside of my emotions and  take into consideration, just knowing  a loved one was in the waiting area can make the a big difference in healing.

Sometimes it takes a health scare to prioritize our lives. We can be so busy, we never stop to see the beautiful blue sky or look at the neighbor and her working in her beautiful flower beds. We have become over committed, ( need three of me) to accomplish everything in a day. I always tell my friends to manage your stress, take time out of the day for yourself,even if it just a quick dip in the pool, make a nice sandwich for yourself and sit on the front porch and listen to the birds chirping, if you like gardening,pull a few weeds, or pick a bouquet of roses for the dinner table tonight. Take the kids on a nature walk or a bike ride to the park. I learned what I thought was important wasn’t so important anymore.

Another success story I would love to boast about is when I worked at an Assistant Living facility a few years ago. The complex was divided into four homes ranging from assisted living,memory care, dementia care, and altimeters care.each home was decorated in a different theme. Timber House (decorated like a log cabin),was independent living, Tudor House,(Tudor style), memory care, Cottage House( decorated like a cottage)for dementia care, and last the house was the craftsman(decorated like a craftsman house) was for our altimeters residence. I was in dietary, so I watched and interacted with lovely ladies and gentlemen. The men dressed for meals, the ladies wore a pretty dress, because in their minds, they were going out to a restaurant. Every morning, I would take lunch and dinner orders. It was fun listening to the conversations.

I became fast friends with one of my co-workers. She was a pretty, funny, helpful care giver. One day she told me she had cancer. I didn’t know what to say to her, I felt horrible for her. She told me she starting treatment and planned to keep working. you would never know evenings, she was nauseous, low energy, because she was such a good care provider to the residence. I enjoyed evening meals talking to her. I left the job before she finished up her treatments. I knew she lived in my home town, so I would see her in the grocery store. One day while on Face Book, I saw Amber-1, Cancer-0. I was so happy, I cried. The story does not end here, no sirree. One day, I ran into my friend and noticed she had gained weight-well, she was pregnant with her son. I told her then “first you beat cancer, then you meet and marry a great guy,now you are pregnant.” Her was is beautiful, healthy,a rough and tumble little man. Well, I ran into her again last year and she is the proud mamma of a beautiful daughter! Double blessed I told her.

Life can change in an instant. Live everyday as it were your last,take the time to smell the flowers and even pick a few along the way. Tomorrow may not come. My life was forever changed with the deaths of both my husband and my son. Life is so fragile, so precious, so meaningful. Everyday is a gift,it depends on what you choose to do with it.

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Carver Farms

October 29, 2017 at 11:46 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Uncategorized) (, , )

 

When my son was in grade school, his class went to Carver farms to pick a tiny pumpkin to bring home. They went through the corn maze where at least one classmate got lost, scared and screamed so I was told. Levi always had a good afternoon riding the bus out there and getting the free run of the patch. A couple of days later was the Halloween Carnival at his school. He loved going to his grandmas house for a chili dog feast, the off to the carnival where he had a fun evening playing the games and hanging with his friends. I am glad he grew up in a time where his class still celebrated with a party at school and at the end of the day, there was a costume parade down the street. Now, I think it has become a teacher work day.

When my son became a teen, he and his friends would go into the Wal-Mart store and try on wolf man mask and run around the store barking at people.  The next year, went to his church and helped with the games, and handed out candy; He loved working with the little ones, if they were having trouble fishing, he would help them hold the fishing pole so they could win the prize. Levi was 19 years old when he moved out of my house to help his grandma after his Grandpa died. he passed out candy at her house to all the goblins who showed up at the door. He loved his grandma, she needed some extra company and mom/son wasn’t seeing things through the same pair of glasses anymore. He lived with her for a year until July 2007 when he was involved in a fatal car accident. he was only 20. Now, I care for my aging mother.

What helped me to heal was the teens next door always have called me mom. I did not feel so lonely. It was nice to have company over for a movie marathon or just a cup of coffee. Ashley and my son grew up together and fought like brother and sister. When it snowed, Levi shared his sled with Ashley taking turns going down the small hill across the street. When they were frozen to the bones, I made hot chocolate and cookies to warm them up again.

A few years ago, my next door neighbors came over and invited me to spend the day with them. I had a long week and was looking forward to my first day off. We all decided to go over to Carver farms and go through the corn maze; we go lost,and so did many children because you heard ‘dad,are you still with us?’ dad had a cute expression on his face, maybe he was and maybe he wasn’t.  The family reunited,my group decided to go on the hay ride into the pumpkin patch. It was fun watching the kids and parents laugh, and having a good time. (back to us), we also had fun choosing pumpkins to take home and carve scary faces on.

Have a Happy and Safe Halloween.

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Happy Birthday Mom

October 24, 2017 at 3:17 am (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , )

 

 

Yesterday friends and family came together to help celebrate my moms birthday. My twin brother was able to take a couple days off from his work to surprise her. She loves it when she says “no gifts now kids” and no one listens to her. She received some home-made huckleberry jam, a couple of pretty night gowns, a beautiful bouquet, and plenty of phone calls after my brother texted a picture of the three of us holding her cake. mom didn’t want any pictures either…. she was trying to finger comb her hair into place, straighten up her dress, and make sure she was sitting straight in her dining room chair. We had much lively conversations on some interesting topics. It was good to hear everyone having a good time laughing and making my moms day.

After company had left,my brother texted the picture of us to family. Mom never had so many people call her back so soon! A lot of the family had not seen a recent picture of my brother, so this was a treat( one I had instigated). I put the cake in front of my mom and told Jeff get over here too.-and he listened. Later, my mom was reminiscing about her childhood. We were talking about her life growing up in Chats worth California. She told about the family of five living in a one-bedroom house. How her dad built a bunk house out back for my uncle to sleep in. Mom and her sister shared the back porch and the room was for the parents. Every Sunday, mom would help her Uncle Burt kill chickens for dinner. She also made it clear,she never had a yard full of flowers because she had to water, and weed the flower beds and her mom had many beds, plus vegetables.

I guess I have a hard time understanding so many people do not have a family connection. My family has  always told funny stories about their childhood. My dad used to tell the story about when his older sister took him to see the first of many King Kong movies. About half way through the movie,she asked for her three cents back because the movie scared her little brother; They went into see a Roy Rogers movie instead.My family always sat around after a meal and talked about fun memories from childhood. I feel so blessed to have grown up in this environment. I know some family have tragic pasts they would all like to forget. They have an Uncle thrice removed, or no one talks about the family past.  Libraries hold classes on your genealogy.

Keep telling the stories of childhood memories at birthdays and holidays. Once the older loved ones are gone, so are the delightful stories about incredible lives. These people are true survivors who have over come some truly remarkable circumstances. During the war, the air raid sirens you better have the lights out or you would be bombed. I can’t imagine what my mom must have felt as a little girl. Butter, sugar, milk and gas were rationed.  Younger adults do not want to waste time on the older folks. they have no idea how interesting an evening could really be to sit and talk to Uncle Mike about his job at Lockheed building planes for war. I am glad my mom still has her mind and tells often the stories.

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A Fresh Outlook

October 18, 2017 at 6:04 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , , , )

 

I have been going through a funk period. You are unhappy about something,but can’t quite put your finger on it. I am there. Some days, I feel like I am walking through a thick fog. Some friends will tell me it is because of the change in weather. The warm sunny days have been replaced with shorter, cooler evenings. I know I enjoy fall. I love the changing leaves,the cool mornings, the first cup of coffee tastes better, fall creamers,layers.

As I was sitting in my living room this morning, a thought came to mind. Sometimes I have to realize I need a change in my daily routine. I need to dead head my hydrangea, trim back my Lavender bushes, trees,and the final mowing of the season. Yes, it will be a routine change. I still need to clean and organize mt closet from summer to fall. Two of my best girlfriends both have full-time jobs, so we do not see each other as often. it is so easy to let our minds get side tract from what is important in our day. We still have the fall clean-up getting ready for winter, clothes need to be changed out so we do not freeze in 20 degree mornings, lunch dates are also important to stay connected with those we value. My thoughts this morning went deeper.

I have kept a morning journal for over thirty years now. I write down my thoughts, dreams that may or may not have come true, concerns I have in my life, my aging mom, finances, my job. As I get older, I see a different perspective than I did while raising my young son as a single mother. My priorities have changed; One income does not go as far as it used to. Home ownership is expensive when replacing a furnace or a roof. Property taxes and car insurance are due the same month. Life can be over whelming sometimes, and we cannot just go to an exotic destination to escape. Instead of focusing on negatives thoughts in my life, I have decided to focus instead of some positives.

I am grateful for the continued support of my family and friends. They have helped me through some of the most difficult times in my life. They are always just a phone call and a cup of coffee away. Loosing my son was devastating, I do not live in a new normal, I learned how to move forward in my life and enjoy life again.

I am grateful I still have my mom and brother. Mom turns 80 years old this weekend. My brother is able to be here to help celebrate. Even if it will be a quiet party with a few friends. She wanted sub sandwiches and carrot cake, so this is what she shall have. This will also give me a chance to see my brother again. (he does not know this yet,but I am enlisting his help with some of my fall clean-up). Lavender can be tricky to shape and cut back. We both enjoy seeing new homes and get ideas.

I am grateful for the changing season ahead.  love the crisp cool mornings like this morning. I even enjoy a foggy day. (It reminds me of when I was a girl visiting my grandparents in Santa Barbara. watching the fog clear up into a sunny day.) The red and golden colors on the tree-lined streets, Pumpkin Mania, school harvest carnivals, a crackling fire in the fireplace on a chilly night. Friends over for home-made chili and corn bread, a good Agatha Christie Movie.

Walks around nice lake front neighborhoods. I live in so many well-kept, gracious homes, I often go on a dream tour and come back to my home feeling blessed. I live in a smaller home than some, but I live a block from the river. We have paved walking paths, nature, the river, deer, birds singing, ducks with their babies swimming in the cove, paddle boards enjoying the mountains and beautiful home along the river. I must say, I do have so much to grateful for. Sometimes we feel over whelmed with commitments, saying no, home repairs, car repairs, we wonder if our paycheck is going to stretch enough.

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Be Real

October 14, 2017 at 8:05 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , )

 

I was reading an article in a popular magazine a few years ago, the story has stayed with me.  TV commercials depicts a family run by the kids. Most children if you ask them, do not really have a concept of how much lunch costs. If the child is raised with respect, they will eat what is being served. I do understand a parent would not make a dish that the child clearly will not eat.

When I was growing up, the family all ate together. Period. We did not grow up with all the electronic devices kids today have as their source of communication.  It saddens me to see a commercial on TV where the mother texts the kids at the dinning room table to tell them time to do the dishes. My brother either washed or dried the dishes every night.  Our parents worked hard everyday to provide for the family, and the kids had chores to help out. Boundaries and hard work around the ranch helped make me the person I am today.

I also see on the news a child took a gun to school and shot a classmate who was harassing them. After dinner,if the family sees each other for a family meal,kids go to their rooms and play X Box, mom and dad are in living room on the phone,easy for junior to go grab a gun or other weapon to conceal in his backpack. Parents are over committed to work, after school games, Church functions and the kids know it. I believe it makes it harder for a child to tell mom or dad they are being bullies. The kids hear parents talking about the rough day they had. If you let a teacher or the principal  know what’s going on, more bullying. This is going to continue to be a growing problem. With budget cuts, the good after school programs are being eliminated. Kids have no where to go.

My brother and I were raised around guns; We knew we did not get into the gun case unless an adult was there the gun was properly checked. We were not given the combination to the gun safe, we did not try to get into the gun case when our parents were not at home and a friend came over. My brother and I respected the privacy of our parents personal space. We did not go snooping around to see what was in the bedroom closet. No, we were not perfect kids,we still managed to get into harmless trouble, like the snake that got into one of the rabbit pens. Dad told my brother and I to take the snake far out into the nearby field and release it. Jeff and I took the snake to the edge of the property and let it go. next day,snake had baby rabbits for lunch. Jeff and I disappeared in the orchard on our horses for the afternoon.

I am glad I do not have grandchildren who has to attend school. The online public school is rapidly growing. Parents want the kids to get a good education without all the drama of Kindergarten.i have seen and heard some boys and girls that need more than re-direction. It does not help that adult sit on both sides of the fence with discipline. When my son was three,my husband told him to stop his screaming, a lady told my husband she was calling the cops because he was being mean to the boy. Jerry told the lady”go ahead, my son is not going to scream in a public place.” Who is right and who is wrong anymore?

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The Joys of Fall Decorating.

October 6, 2017 at 7:24 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Uncategorized) (, , , )

 

 

You know you are getting older,maybe a bit unorganized when you are putting on finishing touches for fall. Have you ever had the “I know I put it here last season”,or “think about where is the last time you have seen this item?” It ends up in the last place you thought you would find it, after almost giving up entirely and going and buying something else.

They say the Golden Years ain’t for wimps and they are right. you find your reading glasses on top of your head, go into the bedroom only to try and remember what you needed.  How many times (be honest) have you put your car in the garage only to grab your keys not 20 minutes later to put her away? I am not alone.I am thankful my car keys has a place- really. in the front pocket of my purse. Let’s say while putting your groceries in the car, you run into an old friend and begin chatting. Innocent enough. Now after you have said goodbye, and you are continuing to put away your groceries, you put away the shopping cart thinking about how nice it was to see an old friend. You realize after your get home, you have no purse. But,you were smart enough to put your keys in your pocket. When you get back to the store you are one, grateful you were not pulled over because you know you are going a little fast than required by law, and two you are thankful someone turned in your purse untouched. ( not necessarily a true story on my end).

I love the fall season. I am blessed that a couple years ago, a good friend turned my basic closet into our version of a California Closet. I added an extra rod for seasonal clothes, and shelves for purses and shoes. I have a dresser for my uniforms for work, and night time attire. I can remember several years ago watching an afternoon Home Improvement Show. Christopher Lowell transformed a closet into  something beautiful. Some use the top shelf for storing sweaters, he used the top shelf for beautiful hat boxes, flowers, candles. I used some of his ideas to create a beautiful organized closet. I started to pants together, blouses together, skirts and Capri pants together. I had a small closet rod installed for my dresses. It really made a difference, I have so much more room now. I am finding the older I get, the wiser I get also. I realized, I do not nearly as many clothes as I once thought. When you buy a tunic for example, it can go with two pair of pants. Put a jacket on,change the whole look of the outfit.

I still need to hire my next door neighbor to come help me with my fall cleaning. I have curtains to hang, weeds to pull(she is going to love me), a few items to donate, then, we will go over to my moms house and tackle her garage. It is not that bad, but much needed. I am thankful I have a neighbor that can lend a hand and she can pay a couple bills also. I cannot tell you what it means to live in a nice,quiet neighborhood. Everyone is respectful of each other, not loud parties, no one is hostile toward anyone. It is peace of mind to know your home is being watched over by cameras and we are our Block Watch Program.

 

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