2012 April 08 « Work the Dream

The Power Of Music

♫♫I have always believed that music was a gift of life. My son would swear that I had music notes instead of blood cells in my blood. I use music to deal with pain, to lift my spirits, to inspire me to move a little more than I think I can each day. ♫♫♫

♫♫Thanks to Ann, who sent me this link for this video shows the power of music on people. It is powerful. It evokes wonderful memories if it is music we grew up with or music that was special to us. I love music from the fifties and sixties because the songs really mean something to me. Someone else may love music from the twenties or thirties or the nineties. It is all in what music triggers in us. ♫♫♫

♫♫♫You saw on an earlier post what music did for the 90 year old grandmother. See what it does for this man who didn’t even talk. When was the last time you played music and danced in your bed like me or in a chair or on the floor? When was the last time you let music fill your heart? ♫♫♫

Music has the power to bring a smile to our face, to bring tears to our eyes, to lift us up, to energize us, to distract us from pain….to open our hearts. Apply several times a day is my philosophy. ♫♫♫

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Happy Easter and Happy Passover

No matter what faith you are or how you celebrate this weekend, I pray your day is one of many blessings and filled with love and acceptance. Life is too short to have one filled with hatred, bitterness, judgmental feelings, anger, or any other negative emotions. I pray you fill your day with love and laughter and loved ones. The three L’s.

Happy Easter

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Happy Passover

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I find that in spite of pain or other things, the world is still a wonderful place and my world here with son close to my mountains is a wonderful place to be. If you don’t like your view, change your focus….change your view.

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I hope everyone is having a grand day. We have had a wonderful time just son and I. Son gave me an Easter basket filled with goodies and I have enjoyed malted milk eggs and jelly beans. Son fixed us a nice breakfast of eggs, bacon and hash browns and juice and coffee. Later today we will eat our Easter meal.

And yes, to answer the emails some of you sent…I did color Easter eggs today. And it was fun. Here is my basket full. Son helped me while I make marks on the eggs with a candle so that it showed up white. Son had to do the dipping as my fine motor skills are not good enough and we would have had dye all over the counter if I had done it.

And son cooked the most fabulous ham. We ate some last nite. But today, we are having the ham, red potatoes and green beans and deviled eggs. I got to make the eggs with son’s help. He did the cutting and scooping and I mixed the egg yolk part and he spooned in. Here is the ham he cooked.

And so, I wish you peace, love, joy, happiness, excitement, acceptance, contentment, laughter…..:)

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Middle Of The Night Ramblings

Been a while since I was rambling on here in the middle of the night. It is one of those nights where getting comfortable seems impossible. And so, I laid here listening to the fan run, the floor creak, Jack snore, and watching the chimes hanging from my stained glass ceiling light move from the fan and make soft chiming sounds. And that wasn’t helping so here I am writing.

My son and his family should be back east in their own home snoozing away by now. What a glorious visit it was and just to put my hands on them was so rewarding. I loved watching my Sweetpea, who is on the precipice of being a young adult. She still has that child like manner one moment and then the air or a young adult the next. My son is a great father and I am so proud of him. It was fun as we talked about when he was little and I made the statement to Sweetpea that the one thing the boys had learned from me was that honesty was important and as long as you told the truth…you might get in a little trouble if you did something wrong but if you lied you would get in twice as much trouble. My son looked up smiling and looked at Sweetpea and said…”see…what have I been telling you:?” He really does make great decisions about his daughter and he also disciplines and makes sure she does not stray off the path which can happen when you are that age.

I am holding my breath as I call Monday to set up the kidney surgery in Denver. I have never had so many things go wrong as has since back in October when the tumors were first found and the referral to Denver was made. First, I had to have heart catheterization. Then I got e-coli in my bladder and that infection took a while to get over. Then I got food poisoning which lasted a week. Then I had the flu. And then on January 1 in the middle of the night, I was at the ER with severe vertigo and a bad inner ear infection and an ear full of fluid. That has taken weeks and weeks to get over. I never want to go there again. And then I started having breathing issues and was put on 24 hour oxygen and now wear a backpack when I go out with oxygen. More Robo Mom stuff. And now, outside of recuperating from a week of company, things seem relatively level and so I hope the surgery can be set up and done and I can quit worrying about walking around with two tumors that they said could start hemorrhaging. What a hairy six months it has been and yet I can say with a grin on my face…I survived it all.

My sons decided to go up on the roof while they were both together and check the swamp cooler. Now, I really should have asked but didn’t…but didn’t we have a foot of snow during this time and wouldn’t that snow still be on the roof? I hear them on the roof and so put on my backpack and weeble wobble outside just in time to see my youngest son holding the ladder and saying “go slow now. It is slick”. I look up to see my son here start to slip on the edge of the roof line and could feel myself gasping. About that time son here says…”my shoes are too slick. I can’t get down” and the next thing I know he sits and his sliding on his rear end down the slope of the roof. The funny part…if it had not been so scary…was seeing my youngest son look up with this “OHHH MY GOSH” look as he sees his brother flying towards him on his rump and I am sure he is trying to figure out whether to just jump out of the way or hold the ladder tight and hope it catches his brother. I am glad he chose to hold the ladder tight as my son here hit the ladder with his foot and stopped. Now this is not good to do to your mother, especially one in my shape. They still had not seen me and I heard my son here say to his visiting brother “next time we start to go on the roof with snow on it….smack me”. I thought…. well at least that was a lesson learned….as I eased back into the house and crawled into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. Some things a mother just does not need to know.

Now, I just have to show you this picture because the story is hilarious to me. Son here went out yesterday and I heard the door as he came back in. He yells to me “I am home. I picked up a six-pack while I was out”. Now dumb me thought he was talking beer here. This is the six-pack he picked up. LOL

Puts a whole new spin on going out for a six-pack doesn’t it. hahahaha. These are my backpack oxygen tanks. It comes in a six-pack. Son takes the tanks and swaps them and the large four-hour tank when I run through them.

Well, the fans are still blowing, the chimes are still chiming, the dog is still snoring and it is still the middle of the night, so I think I will try to sleep one more time. I will show tomorrow when I wake up, but my son…who I think uses me as a surrogate child…bought me an Easter basket and egg coloring kit. Seriously…he knows I love to color eggs. He will have to do the most work but I can help some. And he cooked the most beautiful ham with glaze and pineapple on top for dinner tomorrow…..or is that for today. So, I will bid you adieu and try to sleep. Hope you are all having that blissful sweet sleep.

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About Me

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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.

My baby

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.

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.