A Little Fun Thrown in the Midst of Work
Non stop work can wear you out and son and I both are worn out. If you can not tell by now, I am intrigued and fascinated with the pioneers who came across these mountains…my mountains. They were a strong lot and they say only the strong survive. But, they also knew there came times when they had to stop and just totally relax and have fun. And so, they would sit around the campfire, playing music, dancing, laughing and eating…bringing some relaxation and joy into their hard lives. Well, son and I know we need to have some relaxation even though we are not at a point we can slow down. Last nite, we cooked spaghetti, green beans and garlic bread and went and ate with the guys and then watched a movie together. There was a musical event going on there to at the pool with strobe lights and music blaring. We had a great time…I was exhausted when we got home and woke up feeling kinda like I was mugged ..LOL but I am glad we went. The pool area is set up with tables and chairs and the music area is down at the far end.. This was before things started.
We had a great time. Watched an old black and white movie of Mae West’s. I love those. I wish I had the old projector and movies like that. Oh, in unpacking, we found my darkroom stuff. I don’t know where we can set that up here, so we will just have to see.
oh and of course, the guys were dressed up for the music event…sitting outside enjoying the breeze.
Today, son and I realized we needed to get part of the house cleared so that it felt like we were done at least in part of the house. So, we worked on the living room and dining room. Then we cleared the dining room table and set up one of the jigsaw puzzles. Son and I both love to do those and he does especially. He found himself a couple of times today, sitting there for an hour at a time working on the puzzle. Perhaps that is our campfire with music and dancing like the pioneers did.
It was fun today going through a few more boxes. We found things we had not seen in over two years because so much has been packed up for since we first put the house on the market. I loved when he found the glass painted window I found. We hung it over the kitchen window and it is pure “country art” and son is going to put some small LED lights behind it since the window is covered in redneck tint, so that it will show like a stained glass window. I loved it..reminded me of the rough drawings of Grandma Moses.
And poor Jack, who looked like this yesterday…this is his torn lip..
has gotten the royal treatment today like this…now is this rotten or what..but he so deserves it. He has been real clingy but tonite acts a little better but his mouth still looks pitiful.
But for now..how about some pictures I took of the mountains when we first moved out here. Depending on where you are riding, the mountains are solid rock and they are green and colorful with trees. Hope you enjoy.
And last nite when we came home from the Rio, we snapped these two pics. One was my mountains..”the breast of Mother Earth” and the other was looking over our house. Really cool pics.
And for my friend Sassy, I wonder do you see anything above our house.
So, it has been quite a weekend so far. And I am ready to crawl into bed and close my weary eyes and turn on Julia and Julie..the never ending movie. One day I will see it all the way through. Maybe I should start in the middle tonite.
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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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