Friday, October 13, 2017

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS

A week ago today I turned the ripe old age of 72, yay!!!  In truth I still can't wrap my head around it, just because I'm young enough to remember in my younger days, 72 seemed really old.  But as a wise women once said, " It is what it is." And that's the truth.  We can't change it so we might as well embrace it.  Besides I'm still around watching my children raise their children and I get to enjoy the best role I've ever had, Grandma.

But I still try to keep up appearances. I don't do the nightly regimen of wrinkle creams and age spot lighteners hoping to still grasp the skin of my youth but, I have always been of a mind never to leave the house without wearing at least some makeup.

I have always spent a lot of time on my eyebrows and, for whatever reason, I just wasn't born with tails on my eyebrows. Only recently have I noticed that the front portion of my eyebrows is balding!  Consequently, I spend between 15 -25 minutes reconstructing the whole of my eyebrows, trying to make tiny hairlike strokes, so as to not look like I have 2 caterpillars crossing from one side of my forehead to the other.

Which brings me to tonight's blog and the birthday surprise?

UNEXPECTED
By Patty Lynn


I know you’ve heard the phrase that goes “the gift that keeps on giving,”
But that was never truer than my gift, and I’m not kidding.
I never could have guessed this gift, it caught me unawares,
And while I just wait for it, I’ve got to say, I'm scared.

What could it be you wonder, I hope you’re sitting down,
For when I tell you what it is your jaw will hit the ground.
But I think that I’ll wait a bit to tell you what it is.
Just to imagine such a thing, one passing thought I’d give.

So there before me was my gift, I can’t believe my eyes.
I never thought I’d get this gift, this utter, grand surprise!
I’m sure, like me, you’d stare and stare then read the short description…
And ask yourself, if this could be, now was it fact or fiction?

But though you’re in a state of shock you think that it’s terrific,?
(I hear you thinking to yourself, “Hey, Pat, please be specific.”)
I’m wond’ring if my eyes deceive, I really can’t believe it.
I see it there in black and white, but I still can’t conc…

That something I had entertained, if only for an instant,
Was staring there right back at me, my shock, it was insistent.
What is this that you’ve opened here, come on now, Pat just tell us,
Enough now, stop your teasing, from all this drama spell us.

OK, I’ll tell you what it is because you’d never guess it
I do so love a “guessing game,” OK, I must confess it.
Yes, I’ll tell you about my gift, it simply is terrific.
A gift that was particular, for “ME”;  it was specific.

You might not know my eyebrows are a problem ‘cuz they’re thinning,
So trying to construct each one I start from the beginning,
First shaping, tracing, filling in, with hairline strokes to finish.
The time to do this, it’s a lot, try 15, 20 minutes.

And so my gift gives back my time, it’s EYEBROWS that are permanent,
Done by an artist who is skilled, I’m thrilled in the affirmative!
Her work speaks for itself, can’t wait to be a client
I’m anxious to lie still and be just quietly compliant.





            

Saturday, October 7, 2017

TURNING BACK THE CLOCK

Some time ago when I was going through my weed-out, throw-out, organize phase I came across some old videotapes of shows and performances I did as far back as 27-29 years ago. Videotapes being obsolete, I asked my brother-in-law, Jim, to record them all on a thumb drive when he found the time.  Today he brought those he had finished and my husband and I had a ball watching a portion of them.  What a Hoot!

I can't tell you how much I enjoyed seeing the younger me doing all the things I did then, singing like I can't any longer, wearing the "fabulous" polyester everything, sequin bejeweled, shoulder-padded performing outfits and having an absolutely fantastic time doing it. It would have been so easy to become depressed over how I looked and sounded then as compared to now, but rather I thoroughly loved the experience and I realized that it was a gift to be able to relive those years.

A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE
By Patty Lynn


You see an object, have a thought, it sparks a memory.
You ponder it and then it leaves but for a moment see…
Just how the past has shaped the now, the person you’ve become,
Sometimes it lingers, and sometimes not, but often leaves you crumbs…

Of how you were and how you looked, for nothing stays the same.
And whether lasting or abrupt, a trip down memory lane.
That’s what I’d call the trip I took today as I could see…
Some people, places, things I did that shaped & molded me.

Let me explain just how I took this trip not many can.
I watched recordings of myself made over quite a span.
These were performance videos of me in different settings,
From church shows to the theatre, loved how the years were shedding.

Amazing how your body changes in twenty-seven years,
The waist expands, the wrinkles come, the worst of aging fears.
But that’s exactly what I found when watching on the screen…
A ME from all those years ago, what’s happened in-between...

T’was obvious but matters not, in truth an education.
You see how much you’ve changed and yet there’s no point in fixation.
Time marches on and we can’t change the changes that will come,

But living in that skin again, I’ve got to say was fun.



Monday, October 2, 2017

TAKING A LOT MORE TIME THAN I THOUGHT

Today I made the second investment in this project that, as the title suggests, is taking more time than I thought it would.  Over the past 6 years, I've been the story lady or more specifically Grandma Goodstory for the 3 & 4-year-olds at Sunday School at the church.  But I did decide that last year was my last year and now I'm putting together all the written stories, props, object lesson materials, puppets and their costumes, etc. so that those who fulfill the duties of telling the stories would have some materials to refer to in the process of preparing the Bible Story Lessons.  In addition, over the 6 year period, I did 120 poster size illustrations for the class and had them laminated so they would last.  That's all well and good but now I have to number them with a corresponding key so that someone can find what they might need.  What a job, daunting, to say the least!  So I'm hoping that in a few more Sundays I may have them arranged in such a way that someone could find what story cards go with what story, have them numbered and keyed, and they can be a good teaching tool.  Wish me luck, or should I say, pray for me.


 AHH…SUNDAY!
By Patty Lynn

Now wasn’t it supposed to be that Sunday was for rest
Assuming that you gave & gave to work, your very best?
It didn’t matter if you had a job outside the home,
Or if you were retired, or married, widowed or alone…

You had a list of things you did at home or at the office,
Or if you were called “self-employed” or answered to some bosses.
The point is you’re a doer, you accept, there’s nothing to it.
While others need directions and a roadmap, you just do it.

So every week you’ve got a lot of things you must complete.
There really is no let-up, you accomplish and it’s sweet!
But then here comes the weekend and for many that means fun,
A movie or a game of pool, “Hey, drinks for everyone!”

At least that’s how we hope it goes when we put in our time.
The week is jam-packed, full of tasks, indeed, an uphill climb.
But Saturday’s reserved for home, some catch-up things to do,
And then the “Day of Rest” is here, it’s Sunday, just for you.

But when you take on way too much, agree to give away...
Your time and talent to design an ease-of-handling way,
Then you can bet your Sunday’s shot and many more besides…
‘Cause it takes time to make it right, you just can’t let it slide.

But when you’re done, although you’re spent, you reap a great reward.
That’s when you say that it was worth the effort that you poured...
Into the time it took to make a system they can use,
For when you give yourself, your time, you get more than you lose.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

THE VISIT

As my previous post indicated, my sister-in-law was coming to spend a week with us last Monday through Friday and I was baking and cooking ahead to prepare. Well, unfortunately, she was suffering with ? for the entire time she was here, something similar to the same whatever she had dealt with two times before.  I felt so helpless not knowing what I could do to make her more comfortable and hopeful that each morning she'd awaken and tell us she felt better than the day before. But it never happened. So she went home Friday and should have an appointment set to see a ENT specialist.  Please keep her in your prayers that she gets some answers and finally some relief.


THE TRIP
By Patty Lynn

I baked and baked and baked some more to offer tasty treats,
T’was in anticipation of Frank’s sister oh, so, sweet.
But much to our deep sorrow she was really awfully sick.
We wished that she felt better and yet she made the trip…

A six hour drive, that took its toll, so arduous, demanding
That her arrival at its best, I’d call it a crash landing.
The coughing she endured each day and, yes, throughout the night,
Prevented her from getting sleep, though valiant was her fight…

Against the constant tickle, I mean it wouldn’t stop.
No matter what she took or did, was plagued with that ‘ol cough!
Her regular physician has urged her to procure
A specialist, an ENT, in hopes that he can cure...

This troublesome and what has been a serial affliction…
That she has dealt with now three times, that’s ready for eviction!
To say the least, this “thing” it is a horrible infection.
I only hope this doctor’s smart and has a clear direction!

She left this morning, headed home, another six hour trip.
We’ll miss her but we hope that she can see this Doc real quick…
And finally end her suffering for once and, yes, for all.
We both look forward to the day when we receive her call...

To tell us that she’s feeling good, her suffering has past,
That “bug” is gone, yes, gone for good, and she is cured at last.
Now maybe we can’t really think this bug is gone for good,
But if this Doc is on the ball he’ll do just what he should.

An then she’ll be among the throng who normally get sick.
A head cold here, a flu bug there, so which one would you pick?
For no one likes the thought of any ailing, that’s for sure.
But after this a simple cold is nothing to endure!


Tuesday, September 12, 2017

GOSH, THE HOUSE SMELLS GOOD!

Tonight's blog was an easy one as for the past few days I've been baking a whole series of first-time recipes and having a great time.  Some of them have come from email cookbooks and some, I've got to say, from good ol' Facebook. Regardless of whence they came, they sounded good and have proven to be just that and that... was the inspiration for this blog.

BAKING UP A STORM
By Patty Lynn

I don’t know what’s got into me, I’m baking up a storm,
I’ve come across these recipes, I’m dying to perform.
With flour, sugar, eggs and oh, the chemistry’s compelling.
The more I bake, I just can’t take the lusciousness I’m smelling!

This time of year I’m prompted by the apples and the pumpkin,
The cinnamon and cloves combine, the taste is really sumpthin’.
From applesauce to Apple pie, dessert breads by the score,
Bread pudding, crisps, that just can’t miss, such sweet things they’ll adore.

Zucchini is a real surprise, an addition that’s incredible.
You can make it like spaghetti or instead of bread, quite edible.
And oh, how that reduces carbs and calories too boot!
I tried it for some bread sticks, a fantastic substitute!

And yesterday I made a bread with sweet potatoes mashed
That got some rave reviews and oohs and ahs, quite unabashed.
Next I’ll make this recipe for healthy breakfast “muffins.”
They’re small & made in cupcake tins, if good, there’s no discussion.

They’re filled with turkey sausage and an egg, so each has protein.
If we can keep our figures & stay healthy, I say, “Go team!”
But soon I’ll have a house guest who I know loves CC cookies
I’m sure that you have figured out that’s chocolate chipper goodies.

So I will absolutely make a batch to feed the craving,
And if the baking that I’ve done succeeds, there’ll be some raving.
But bottom line I’ve had a ball just trying out these recipes
And hopefully I’ll find that some will grow to be my specialties.





Monday, August 28, 2017

OUR LAST DOG

I don't like to think about it often but the truth is Cooper is the last family pet we'll have.  Reality says that all the training, daily walking, cost of vet bills and food...all these have lead us to the inevitable decision that our sweet Cooper will be our last dog.
He's getting up there just like we are.  He'll be 12 in November and it's obvious that he too is slowing down.  His muzzle is completely white and we've noticed that the hair on his head is going the same way.  As much as we'll miss having him around, that welcoming excitement when we arrive home and the tail wag that goes with it, we know that having another dog with the above-mentioned responsibilities, would be foolish.  We won't miss the incessant barking at anything or any one that walks past our house but, I suppose when it's gone, we might even miss that.  So tonight's blog is dedicated to our sweet little:

COOPER BOY
By Patty Lynn

I saw a photo yesterday of such a darling pup.
The feelings that came over me, such thoughts they conjured up…
Of that day many years ago when we first laid our eyes…
On our sweet puppy, rescued one, who much to our surprise…

Was just exactly right for us on that auspicious day,
Just 8 weeks old, adorable, such problems on the way.
We didn’t know what lie ahead, the vet was baffled, too,
But once he diagnosed it, we knew just what to do.

We’d never heard of MANGE before, but serious was his lot.
We did what needed to be done and simple, it was not.
With drugs and special baths he spent so many, many weeks.
But in the end, we conquered it, his cure at last complete.

And as he's grown and changed, he’s made an imprint on our lives,
A boy who loves to please, to EAT…and not just to survive.
His appetite, insatiable, if we fed constantly,
He’d eat it all and still want more, he’d eat incessantly!

So now we closely monitor this boy who loves to eat.
He still begs for his special treats and takes them gently, sweet,
But as his age is showing now, he started to gain weight,
So what we give is measured, he can’t eat how much he ate.

It’s true our Cooper’s getting old, November, one year more.
Though he’ll be twelve, in human years he’s really eighty-four.
He’s moving slower than he was but still loves chasing rabbits.
He takes off fast and catches some but limping back’s his habit.

We realize the day will come he’ll be no longer with us
And we’ll reflect on all he was and how much joy he gave us.
But I, for one, hope it’s not soon, for we must face this truth...
That Cooper’s our last family dog, we cannot capture youth.

By that I mean we know too well, expenses, care & feeding...-
Would be too much to do again, who knows what we’ll be needing.
We know our lives won’t be same without a dog to share it,)
The love they give is precious, unconditional, to cherish.

But though we’ll mourn the loss of him, he’ll always, ever be
That little boy who barked too much who smiled with his teeth.
Our lives are so much richer every hour, every minute…
Because a little dog we called our Cooper Boy was in it!










Wednesday, August 23, 2017

TIME FLIES WHEN YOU WISH IT WON'T

Today I was a bit melancholy, maybe because my two grandsons went to San Francisco for a week with their family and I haven't seen them for a week, I don't know.  I guess I've been wrestling with the fact that they will be starting school shortly and they're going into 5th grade and... it's really hitting me hard that the time has just flown by so quickly.

It seems like yesterday I stood there when they were delivered, watching them take their first breath, being with them Monday through Fridays helping with their care, watching them take their first steps...I could go on and on. But, it's gone by so fast...in a blink.


BLINKING
By Patty Lynn


Time marches on, please make it stop, slow down so I can rest.
This pace is more than I can stand, it’s making me depressed.
Those babies that I loved to hold & rock & feed & sing to,
I ask them where those babies are, that memory’s what I cling to…

But they respond, “Oh, Grandma, please, we are your babies, please.
You know we can’t stop growing up, we know you like to tease.”
It’s true I’m only teasing when I wonder where they went,
But truth be told, I wish I could relive the time I spent…

With both of them, the days, the years that seem so far away,
From being there the moment they were born, that special day,
And all the days I witnessed all those firsts, ‘cause I was there…
To hold and rock and sing and sway and lend a hand, to care.

And now they’re getting ready to be students in fifth grade.
I marvel at how far they’ve come but still I wish they’d stayed…
Those tiny boys who needed me to tie their little shoes,
Just losing that and so much more leaves me to sing the blues.

I know you’re thinking to yourself, “Get over it, why don’t you?
They’re growing up and need you less, those days cannot continue.”
I know they can’t, but it’s just hard accepting that, you know?
It’s bad enough accepting I’ve got less “get up & go!”

I guess it’s good that they were born eleven years ago,
‘Cause if I had to be that Gram, well, really I don't know…
If I could do what I did then and be there every day…
And help my daughter, like I did, I’d have to say, “No, way.”

Yes, getting older, changing, too, not limited to them.
I, too, am getting older, don’t look like I did back then.
Those wrinkles, I have earned them, though wishful is my thinking,
It just seems that those boys grew up when I must have been blinking.