A Day of Surprises
Yesterday was one of those rare days where it seemed like everything was coming up roses. It was a day of accomplishment as removing that grungy stove hood and installing the new one was completed. Son and I both were dousing ourselves with GERM X because that thing was so nasty. *shudder* And we finally got it off and into the box the new one came in and out the door. Then we had to scrub the surrounding area. Son also had to rig the exhaust tube as the size of the tubes did not match. Here is the old one:
And here is the new one in progress. OMG, when son pulled it down this whole nest of stuff fell on the stove. He had to enlarge the hole so that the wider tube would fit and go get additional parts to change from one size to the next. Just the pieces cost 35 dollars and son was shocked.
AND here is the finished product. I love it. I woke up this morning and went to get coffee and just ran my hand across the hood thinking how nice. And then realized…my hand did not stick to it nor was it gunky. And son says he can now see what he is cooking. LOL
Yesterday morning I was talking to a friend on messenger when she asked me what I was doing. I told her I was sitting here talking to her. She said..well I sent you a package and the tracking says it is at your front door. Squealing with delight, I hopped up (haha now that is a visual on crutches..giggling) and went to the front door and sure enough, there was a package. I had to slide it back to my room cause carrying is impossible on forearm crutches. When I opened it, I cried. There inside was this absolutely beautiful blue quilt with “work the Dream” at the top and pictures of my mountains for the squares. It was soft and you could see the care put into every stitch. I was messaging my friend, Sue Gottscho from Florida, all but sending squeals across the internet. It was such a sweet and caring thing to do and touched my heart in a way that is hard to explain.
Have you ever been doing some kind of work, whether paid or volunteer and you start to feel unappreciated and wonder if all the work you had been doing for months had been for waste and was unappreciated? That is how I have been feeling lately. I am the kind that will stand up for what I believe, even if it is in disagreement with those over me. Being against a concept is not the same thing as being against the person but not all feel that way. Anyway, the note Sue put in with my quilt told me that I inspired her and those words were like balm to a wounded heart. I wish I could truly put into words but I think you all get the idea.
So, here is my gorgeous quilt with close up of some of the squares. I love my mountains out here. And yes, my heart still wants to be in the mountains, but my mind knows this house was a gift from God and we are letting him lead. A big thank you to Sue for my quilt and for the timing of it. Many hugs friend. I have a rod in storage to put it on but for now it is penned to the wall.
You might recognize this picture and she put Work the Dream on it.
And this picture
The angles of the squares are my photo taking, not Sue’s work. I was trying to balance on one crutch and take the pictures while it hung on wall.
And last but not least, it is so nice to put things up that make it more home like…like on my kitchen cabinet.
And for my friend sassy…a subliminal message. Ok ok..not so subliminal. hahahah
OMG son is so excited over the new hood and seeing what he is cooking, he is out there cooking breakfast and look what he brought me. We may need a diet plan for this new hood…giggling.
And here is Jack, who wants to share breakfast, laying between bed and my command central.
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Those that know me know that this red sparkly headband is symbolic. When they see the headband on me, they know I am fighting hard physically. It is my symbolic Samson’s hair. It is getting my mojo on and geared up for robo mom to once more fight a battle. And the headband is on now and will be on for a long time. I live with my son who is my caretaker and I am so blessed.
Me with mojo on.
And when things are toughest, I will resort to my dreams to keep me going.
I am 63 and will soon be 64. Life has been a journey of health issues since I was 32 and got sprayed by a crop duster. I have warrior attitude. Being a warrior does not mean you always win. It means you never quit trying. Life is what you make it and I choose to make mine as happy as possible no matter where I am in life.
I spend a lot of time on this hospital bed due to constant pain but I am just thankful I have the hospital bed to lay on. I am disabled but I don’t let that stop me from living life and enjoying it. Life is what we make it and I choose to make mine happy.
Meet Daisy..that we call Miss Daisy. Thanks to Jill, a very special friend who is also has a Rescue for pets called Three Sisters and a Brother in NC, Daisy was transported to us and what a delight she is. About ten pounds and full of energy and love and kisses.
Son and Daisy
My world from my hospital bed-it is filled with warmth and love from so many.
I still dream of going back to Italy, of us having one of those mini buses with a lift for my chair that son can convert into a travel home for us to make it easier when I have to go to Denver for surgeries and stuff. I still dream of learning how to tap dance…yes even on these crutches just so I can say I did. All I need are a pair of size 11 tap shoes.
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I draw, I paint, I write, I do photography…my latest love is the clouds for I see faces in the clouds all the time and have a blog at the top of the page entitled “Faces in the Clouds” I sit on a stool and help son cook…yes, often with him leaning over me to help me pour or stir but I get to do it. My philosophy is if you can’t do it one way…then create a new way. Son says I am the only person he knows that used their all terrain power chair like a back hoe…using a grain shovel and rake to move dirt or mulch in the garden. I would hold the handle between my legs and rake up the stuff on the two foot wide shovel and then go backwards dragging the shovel to where I wanted to dump it.
Ever since I was a little girl, I was told I was a dreamer. I can remember report cards with “day dreams” written on it. I think dreams are what keep us going. Without dreams…we have no hope.
Follow Your Dreams, The Siren Called Out To Me
As I closed my eyes and fell deep into lovely sleep.
The dream siren called me with a promise to keep
I closed my eyes and looked deep in my soul
I could feel the wind blowing…it was so very cold
My dreams I had carried through year after year
They will never come true was my biggest fear
Wandering up one lane and down another
Remembering my dream since I became a mother
Land, open land and a place to be free
A small house to live in with a big evergreen tree
We mounted the buckboard with all we owned inside
And started over the mountain on this crazy dream ride
We felt like pioneers racing to the finish line for land
And the whole time we knew -The Lord had our hand
So don’t be afraid to dream your dreams and try
Life is too short…open your wings up and fly
Dream I say and work the dream hard as you can
For it will be the best race that you ever ran.
© danLrene 2012
We all have dreams of what we want out of life. I remember Laverne on Laverne and Laverne saying her dream was to have a purple cashmere sweater. Well, our dream is to own land in the country and have a simple life style unencumbered by so much of what is in the world today.
I love to write and have written for years. And hopefully will continue to write for many more years. My real name is Deb.
This blog is about our journey to get there, our life after we reached the promised land and different middle of the night ramblings. Dreams are like cooking…we might get our grandparents old recipes, but we tend to alter them to suit ourselves. But, dream we must…for as long as we have hope in life…we have dreams. And even plain ole everyday people get dreams that come true.
I hope you enjoy and will subscribe and share my journey. Come join us at the foothills of the mountains where we have found a life of simplicity and serenity, in spite of all the health trials of one disabled woman and the courage of a son that chose to take care of her.
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