Tuesday, September 25, 2018

What's IN A NAME?..

My house is work zone right now, so all the things I'd be doing are on hold.  Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled as we're FINALLY getting the new floors I've wanted since we moved in, 10 plus years ago.  What we're replacing is some very worn out sheet vinyl in our kitchen & both bathrooms.  Did I mention that I've hated them, for 10 plus years?
Well, I did, so we saved up the money and are now having them REPLACED with what is known as Luxury Vinyl Tile.  It looks like ceramic tile but is not hard and cold,
So, in the midst of the midst, I thought I'd write a little poetry.  The idea for the little girl's name actually came to me in bed about a week ago and I've been writing, on & off, ever since.  I certainly hope you like it.

MADE TO ORDER
By Patty Lynn

A little girl named Zelda has the strangest middle name.
I didn't want to tell her that, since mine is much the same.
I don't mean that my middle names the same as what hers is,
But it’s a little different so I get laughed at by most kids.

My parents liked the sound of it, the lilting on their tongues.
It's called alliteration and this how it comes,
Each word, each name begins the same, they have the same first letter.
Now if I tell you my whole name, you'll understand it better.

My name is Patty Palentine, my middle names, Penelope.
It kinda is mouthful, but it’s sorta like a melody.
But Zelda’s name is different, her middle names unusual.
It doesn't start with Z at all, it’s X, I'm being truthful!

I'm serious, I mean it, her names Zelda X. Zackly.
Her middle name is Xenia, it's really not that wacky...
Because her Mom just loves that name & that is why she picked it,
So think real hard, don’t judge her choice and please don't just dismiss it.

The best part is, at least to me, the thing I love about it,
(And when you hear the reason why, I know that you won't doubt it)]
Is Zelda is the happiest when she’s counting all her blessings.
We all could learn a lot from her, could really learn a lesson...

‘Cause when she counts she always starts with Jesus at the top,
Then family, friends, her school, her pets, continues and can't stop.
You see, when you are thankful, like Zelda, you're content.
So if you count your blessings, too, your time's not better spent.

Yes, Zelda lives her faith, it’s true, is grateful every day.
She shows her love and gratitude in lots of different ways.
Just think about it, ponder it, her name is perfect for her,
A thankful girl who loves her Lord, her name is made to order.










Monday, September 10, 2018

It's All About the Shoes

Yesterday I was actually looking forward to wearing the shoes I bought in May, a simple black cloth flat I had finally found that fit, or so I thought.
I had tried on over twenty pair of shoes to find them.  I'd worn them around the house so I was sure they were winners, but yesterday it was a different story.  I wore them while I got ready and suddenly it became clear that they weren't going to work.
I never thought there'd come a day when I would have to wear tennis shoes to Church! I was mortified, simply mortified!! So when I got home I set about the task of finding a receipt from May.  Impossible?  I was sure of it. From May, come on.  But I don't believe it, I went to the closet, picked up a Kohls bag & inside it was the receipt. I couldn't believe it!  So I took them back & tried to look for a replacement but lost interest.  This is ridiculous, shoes!!

FOR THE LOVE OF SHOES
by Patty Lynn

We women, we’re predictable, we all have this affliction.
Our love of shoes can't be denied, some say it's an addiction.
It starts when we are very young, perhaps with Mary Janes.
No matter it's the shoe that's IN, and boys, they just complain…

Because they think it's silly, the fuss we make about them.
They just don’t understand it all, how we can't live without them
But secretly they have their own obsession with athletics
The ones their favorite stars endorse, we girls think it's pathetic.

Regardless, girls or boys love shoes, though girls get more publicity.
The love of shoes can sometimes get to be an eccentricity.
And I confess that I grew up possessing such a bent
I had a strong desire for shoes and added this lament:

The shoes must be the current style, no matter how they hurt
And more than that must match the purse, was something I'd assert.
I grew up when those pointed toes were what the IN girls wore.
Those casual or dressed up shoes were something of a horror.

But that was just the way it was and so you followed suit.
What was the end result, you ask, what came of this pursuit?
Well, now I'm in my seventies with feet that don't conform,
I still love shoes but these old feet are hardly uniform…

Or even the same size, that's right, so really, I need two.
The left foot is a six point five but for the right won't do.
A whole size larger I should get, but that can be expensive;
Explaining how this came about's a story quite intensive.

How many clerks who ask if they can be of some assistance,
Are comfortable with what has been the bain of your existence?
And yet they try to help you out when really what they want
Is to be anywhere you aren't and not your confidant.

So there it is my tale of woe, with feet so hard to fit,
Just trying to find shoes that work, that is the gist of it.
A simple pair of black cloth shoes that I can wear to church
And I can say, “I've found the ones and I can stop the search!”






Saturday, September 8, 2018

INSPIRED BY A PROJECT

This summer rather than the regular once a week Jesus Time with my grandchildren, I came up with the idea of a summer project.  The one boy was pretty good at taking pictures so I had him take pictures of God's creation, you know trees, flowers, animals, etc. Once he had done that, I took his pictures a put them in a hard copy book and self published it.  He did the photos and the captions and we called it, GOD'S WONDERFUL CREATIONS. It turned out beautifully.
Then my other grandchild's project was creating a video (we're calling it a short film) entitled, THIS IS ME. In the movie we see him as a child of God, his life and interests, his house inside & out, interviews of his Grandma, his Pops and his brother, and commentary through out. He's almost finished editing & come his birthday (he's turning 12 at the end of September)we're going to have a private showing for friends & family.  It's going to be great!
So that was my inspiration for tonight's poem.

GOD IS IN EVERYTHING
By Patty Lynn

We hustle and we bustle and hurriedly we run
Doing what is so important before each day is done.
But in our rush to do it all, we miss what God has made,
The wonders that surround us all, His handiwork displayed.

Just stop and look, you'll see it all, the beauty that surrounds us.
God's hand has made it all, my friend, His power, it astounds us!
For which of us could match such power, how could we replicate…
The smallest of His creature’s far beyond what we’d create.

And yet though we're surrounded by the workings of His hand
We're often so preoccupied these eyes of ours just scan…
What I would call, periphery, we hardly even see...
The depth and breath of what is there, though not deliberately.

We miss so much, the grandeur, the enormity of this,
The clear, unbounded, magnitude we somehow just dismiss,
And yet our God’s creation is there for all to see.
One wonders if He often says, “What fools these mortals be!”

Yes, we are fools if we don't see this world that God's created,
Because much more than these, my friend, what can't be overstated,
Is how His love surpasses all, for us it's unconditional.
No matter what, God will forgive, that’s fact, no, it's not fictional!

So never let your life become devoid of observation,
So busy that your miss God's hand in every situation.
For He is there in sights and sounds, His love's there for the taking.
Just breathe, slow down, and you will find, all things are of His making.







 



















Friday, August 17, 2018

The Blessing of Wonderful Neighbors

Last week my next door neighbors invited my husband & me over  for a cook-out to celebrate their birthdays. They had milestone birthdays, one turning 50 the other turning 55. So...I decided to write each a poem (I know, predictable.)
Here they are:

THE BIG ’50!’
By Patty Lynn

When you were turning forty, I wrote a birthday ditty,
For that’s the year, “You're old”, you’re told, and “Lonnie, that's a pity!”
“You're over the hill, it's all downhill, this point, the forty mark.”
“The climbs not up, it's only down, the last leg of the arc”.

“The picture isn't bright”, they say, “And here's a black balloon.”
“Poor, you, your future’s only bleak, you'll sing a different tune!”
But you showed them you rose above, you proved to them they’re wrong.
Those mere 10 years were really good, you sang a different song!

That's right, stand tall, who says you’re old, why, you’ve just hit your stride.
You're living large and you’re in charge, the past you've lived with pride.
But now you've hit the big ‘50', and what’s your future hold?
It's bright, it's true, depends on you, there's no such thing as old!

Besides we've lived it, we've been there, we're speaking from experience.
We know from old, and it's not GOLD, in fact, it's marked with weariness...
And difficulty with the things that once were awfully easy,
Accepting there won’t be a time, when they will call you SPEEDY.

But 50, that’s not old at all, from this side you're a youngster.
It makes us jealous ‘cause, you see, your somewhere where we once were.
So relish every moment, dear, and savor each new day.
It's not an idle statement that Life's Short, just like they say.


JILL'S BIRTHDAY POEM 
BY Patty Lynn

For years I thought that we were blessed to have this neighborhood.
No matter what request was made, we knew that someone would...
Be willing to extend a hand, to help in times of need,
To show a brand of kindness that so often will exceed...

What you’ve requested since there is an empathy & care...
For one another and each need, so someone always there.
To say this is exceptional is just plain insufficient.
In many neighborhoods today, such caring's nonexistent.

For me, just that would be enough, and yet there's more to tell
Because I got the privilege of knowing one quite well.
We'd always shared the niceties that cordial neighbors do.
Her husband helped us many times, well, really quite a few.

But then his wife, my Jill next door, (my sister's names the same,)
Was diagnosed with something with a crazy kinda name.
Yes, torticollis made her neck, the muscles tense and so…
Her head turned down, her doctor said, “Here's Botox, there ya’ go.”

Long story short, it didn't help, she thought she had no options,
But then I mentioned what might be, but said, “You use some caution.”
She searched the information out, did what they call due diligence. 
I didn't know if this would work, to learn was my requirement.

Celluma is the name of this, light therapy for healing…
And skin and muscle spasms, too, and that made this appealing.
And I possessed the unit so she thought it worth a try.
We made a plan that twice a week the treatment I’d apply.

I'm happy to report that she has found her neck improved.
A year has passed though she's not cured, no longer she's consumed…
With worry & frustration that she'll never find relief,
And I have made a friend for life and that’s what I received. 

Friday, July 27, 2018

WE FINALLY DID IT!!!

Like many of you, Frank & I had been really disgusted with Spectrum and their constant price hikes. Hoping something could be done about this, we went into the Spectrum office about a year ago with the first increase.  After a lengthy conversation that was basically comprised of what we were willing to give up, we got our monthly bill down to a manageable figure.

Fast forward a year later, the monthly bill again was raised. So, again we marched into the office and again we asked, "What can we give up this time to bring our bill back down?" Imagine our surprise when the answer was, "I'm sorry, that promotion is over."  Even though I explained over & over the circumstances, the giving up that didn't have anything to do with a promotion, all I got was that the promotion was over and there was nothing that could be done.  After careful consideration and looking into other alternatives, we made the decision to "cut the cord," and we're so glad we did.

CUT THE CORD
By Patty Lynn

The newest craze, I'm sure you've heard, is Cut the Cord, yes, that’s the word
‘Cause with the rising cable bills we can't go on with viewing frills
Like HBO and Showtime and the non-stop Sports and News
Has left us with the end result, the never-ending Blues.

Time Warner left us high & dry, now Spectrum’s made its mark!
Their escalating prices leave us struggling in the dark,
No explanation just a hike and say there’ll be a ceiling
But how much more will they require, I’ve got a sinking feeling…

That we cannot go on like this, you’ve heard of a “fixed income?”
When there’s no salary coming in, where will the extra come from?
We’re brainwashed into thinking that TV without the cable
Is something unacceptable, who cares if you’re not able...

To just keep paying more and more, you’ve got to have the bundle
Because within it are the shows without which you would crumble.
Since you have watched them for so long and can’t afford to miss them.
Where will you be if they’re not there, when cable won’t transmit them?

And now there was a quandary, what options do you have?
You know you don’t want paying more; that hardly makes you glad,
So what are the alternatives, is there a way to do it?
What happens if you “cut the cord” will you look back and rue it?

So then you do your homework and research the new antennas.
Can they do what you want them to, this is your great dilemma.
And so you try one that was said to be the best one ever,
With sky-high ratings, it’s top-notch, but found it can’t deliver.

You’re still determined to possess the best one that enables…
Your TV to show locals and at last to turn the tables…
On Spectrum, you don’t need ‘em, not with Prime, Netflix & HULU.
You’ve “cut the cord” on cable now and brother, I salute you!


Friday, July 20, 2018

IT'S REALLY COMICAL

Tonight's blog...it's been quite a while, I know, but I'm here now.  Anyway, this is the last thing I ever thought I'd write about but what prompts a poem is never predictable.  I recently heard of a new product that's been tauted as marijauna without the THC, a great pain reliever, no side effects. As far as I'm concerned, anything that would address my pain and would be better than an opioid is worth taking a look at. So I went to a pharmacy in Little Chute to get more information.  I just began limited use and the jury  is still out.
I'll let you know...

POT
By Patty Lynn

I wonder if you've tried the thing they often call “a joint?”
You heard me right, I really need to know to make my point.
Why do I need to know, you ask, why do I need to know?
Because I never have, though once, I smelled the afterglow.

The story of just how I did is really rather comical.
The man I worked for liked to “smoke" whenever it was possible,
But since I didn't know the smell, I didn't recognize it
Co-workers said they always knew; I guess that verifies it.

You see, I cleaned the bathrooms, ‘cause I liked them to be clean.
I smelled a smoky smell in there that wasn't nicotine.
I mentioned it, got raucous laughs, they asked if I was kidding?
I told them I was serious, they thought that I was fibbing.

It only goes to show I'm not a worldly average Joe..
I've never smoked or rolled a joint so how was I know.
I’ve got to say I'm curious ‘bout pot for pain relief,
If I could ease my pain with it, my source of daily grief…

Why, you can bet I'd learn real fast just how to roll a joint.
I'd revel that somehow it worked and didn't disappoint.
That day will be glorious one, pain gone & feeling good
Medicinal marijuana should be legal, yes, it should.

But I have found the capsule kind that has no THC.
It's legal & I'm trying it and it may work for me.
So at my very “tender age" still wouldn't know the smell,
But that’s OK, maybe someday, I'll smoke it, who can tell.




Friday, June 15, 2018

The Older We Get....

It seems that as we age, health questions are plentiful but answers aren't easy to come by. This latest poem is a good example of just that.

Getting to the Bottom
By Patty Lynn

So here I sit just waiting, waiting for the doc.
She wanted to re-test me, my BP’s not so hot.
I don't know why it suddenly became so elevated.
It never was before, in fact, “just perfect" it was rated.

“So why the change, how come,”I ask,”I need an explanation.”
“Well, Pat, you suffer from old age, now that becomes your station!”
“Who me,” I say, “that can't be right, old people have that spot.
And I'm not old, you must be wrong, an oldster I am not!”

“Now, Pat,” she says,” your body, well, it isn't what it was.
Your BP sometimes bottoms out, you wonder why it does?”
“Of course, I do, and suddenly, why has it changed so much?
My dad, he was the only one whose BP wouldn't budge…

But Dad was grossly overweight so understandably.
So even though I'm not, we've got to find what works for me.
Now, there is something else for which I need a remedy
My balance problem’s getting worse & falling’s plaguing me!”

I'm glad I've finally got a chance to talk about my issues.
She's tested and ruled out so much, she’s thorough, it's official.
I'm thankful that it's not my heart, my brain, we've ruled those out,
But balance plagues me constantly, so PT is the route.”

I’ve started with a therapist, a guy I really like.
He helped me with my knees post-op, he'll know just how to strike…
A balance of what I can do and what I must accomplish,
A  way that I find doable, results that just astonish.

He put me through my paces, recorded how did,
Establishing a base line, a place from which to build.
I really think he'll help me reach my goal of finding balance
All I can say is that I'll give an effort that is valiant.

My hope is that when the Summer's gone my balance will be better.
And I won't live each day in fear, that I will take a header…
Down basement steps or in the tub or falling in my garden,
“Excuse me hosta, lilly too, and weeds, I beg your pardon.”

It's easy to get down about the things I'd like to do,
And figure that I'm just too old to learn a thing or two,
But with this special therapist who feels I can improve,
With practice, I'm determined to stay firmly “In the groove.”