Wednesday, September 28, 2022
Sunday, September 25, 2022
Sunday Morning Reflections
By: Jane B.
Jane sent this picture she or Vince took while they visited Torrey Pines Natural Reserve Park in San Diego.
I loved to hike around there when I lived in San Diego, it's a truly beautiful place along the Pacific coast. Above it too with spectacular ocean views.
The hawk inspires me to gather my strength for my upcoming surgery. It looks so peaceful there too, doesn't it?
I love the sun warming its chest.
Thank you Jane and Vince, my blog always gets better with your contributions.
Also, I will think of Errol today on his birthday. He would have been 76.
I'm glad I had the hawk to post on his birthday, he would have liked it a lot.
Friday, September 23, 2022
Samson Plays Doctor ~ A Post From 2010
I was checking for a post about the weather in September 2010. I found no post to show me how hot it was then, but I guess Google would know.
Instead I found this. Samson was a little over a year old and Angel was about 12. Angel was the dog that arrived by our front gate on the night before my first cancer surgery and refused to leave. We did a lot to try to find an owner without success. So I named her Angel and she watched over me for the rest of her long life.
Oh, hi Mommy, maybe you better take that camera and go away so I can examine Angel.
Ack, that nose doesn't look so good. It looks awfully red to me. I will prescribe some more medicine for you and discuss this with Mommy.
And now I have to examine the other end. I know you don't like it, but I have to make sure all your ends are OK.
Sniff, sniff: It smells good to me.
I know you eat very well now, but you're still awfully skinny. We have to do something about that. I prescribe some walks for you to make sure you get some more appetite and gain some weight. And I have to discuss your nose medicines with Mommy. Other than that, you are good to go.
Sunday, September 18, 2022
Sunday Morning Reflections
Monday, September 12, 2022
Courage, Happiness And Gratitude
Being ill and facing some stuff, I've thought about courage. I looked up the word in the online Merriam Webster dictionary:
Courage ~ noun:
~ Mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty.
There were no pictures in the dictionary, of course, but in other places online courage was illustrated with photos of people doing, what I would call, crazy, stupid stuff, like jumping across an abyss, for example. Sure you need courage for that, but I was looking for something a bit more mellow, something that could apply to me.
And, trust me, I would never in my younger days have jumped over anything more threatening than a puddle of water.
I think what I have is something different. Something I've figured out over time.
By now it has developed into something very simple and something that I can control myself:
~ I just don't want to be miserable.
So I'm not.
Of course I have my moments. For me a good cry works.
Or a call to a friend.
Or writing a blog post.
Before I came to the U.S. in 1962, I was miserable in my gorgeous hometown of Stockholm, Sweden.
So I know how bad it can be.
I'm very grateful that I've understood how to create a happy life for myself.
Sunday, September 11, 2022
Sunday Morning Reflections ~ Remembering
Thinking back on September 11, 2001, a day no one who was alive then will ever forget, instead of thinking about how it changed our lives forever, today I just want to remember those who lost their lives or suffered injuries. I will think of their families, the children who lost a parent, the wives and husbands who lost a life partner, parents who lost a child.
Looking back, it all seems so long ago, yet so present, still.
Friday, September 9, 2022
Memories ~ That's What You Get For Sleeping On The Beach!
Errol and I used to travel a lot in our early years together. Mostly to Baja California, Mexico.
It was a fairly easy drive down the 5 freeway to San Diego, then to San Yasidro and the border.
In the early days, we'd drive deeper into the long peninsula that is Baja. Later, we found a place much closer to the United States.
We went in Errol's old, large, green Econoline van. He used it for work, but it was easily converted to a camping vehicle.
Since we always arrived in the dark, finding a beach to sleep on could be challenging.
Sometimes, we'd find ourselves way above the water with steep cliffs and no beach access, other times, there were people and houses.
When all else failed, there was always the van to sleep in, but what fun was that?
Once though, we found a beautiful beach with white, soft sand. We laid out our sleeping bags and went to sleep as soon as we wrapped them around us.
I was sleeping so soundly, I didn't even know it was morning, when I heard sounds, voices, speaking in Spanish, while some clanging noises were going on.
I opened my eyes and found that we were surrounded by a bunch of guys, busily digging in the sand, finding something and unceremoniously throwing their catch into metal buckets.
I guess Errol woke up at the same time and after we crawled out of our sleeping bags, the guys approached us.
And we learned they were digging for clams, almejas.
That's what the grinning dude said to me, as he approached with an almeja in his hand.
It was not one of those small clams you get in restaurants.
It was still breathing!
In and out, its body moved.
I said, "no muerto."
The guy grinned some more, and agreed, no muerto.
Not dead, indeed, I could still see the thing breathing.
As I was trying to convey in my pigeon Spanish that I only ate dead animals, it made everything sound worse, somehow.
Muerto is such an expressive word, after all.
Meanwhile, Errol is standing by with the dudes, grinning from ear to ear. Egging me on:
"Why don't you just take a bite?"
"No way, it's still breathing."
"Take a bite and it will stop breathing, then you can eat the whole thing."
Errol was making fun of me, while the Mexican guy was politely standing off to the side, with the large clam in his hand.
The story finally ended with me taking a tiny bite of a living, breathing large clam. Phew!
First and last time I ever did that.
Tuesday, September 6, 2022
This morning I'm looking at my calendar.
Without it, I would be lost.
When you're diagnosed with something as serious as cancer, the daily squares on your calendar quickly fill up with medical appointments.
There are two weeks almost full of appointments as my three-month diabetes check up is also due now.
And all I want to do is stay home with Faith.
Friday, September 2, 2022
All of my life, I've been a morning person, waking up around five and then, after breakfast, enjoying an early morning walk with my dog.