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.”





Friday, May 4, 2018

THEY'RE A MYSTERY

Today's poem was one of those that took a lot of time.  Why?  I really don't know, it just did.  Suffice to say, it may be that it was difficult because it is so true. You see, 2 weeks ago I wearing two shoes that were the same size (what a concept!) and now, they don't fit.  My left foot is a 6 1/2 and my right is now a 7.  But rather than go into a long explanation here, this poem will tell you all about the situation.

THE GAME'S AFOOT
By Patty Lynn

We've heard it said, well, most of us, the phrase that Sherlock spoke
“The games afoot!” he'd just announce, to find the guilty bloke.
But when I hear that said I think, my foot’s no game at all
If only someone could provide a major overhaul.

You see, they've got what I'd describe as a mind that’s all their own
They change their way of walking, just when...you never know.
Now though my shoe size, 6 ½, is just right for my left
My right foot pushes forward and it really has me stressed

So what to do, I'm telling you, I see no compromise
Than buying up 2 pr. of shoes, can you see dollar signs?
But me, I’m trying to create the same, that's space enough
By buying one size larger and the other I will stuff…

With pads and such to fill the space, so that shoe won't off
While everyday I still will pray that both my feet will morph...
Into a pair of healthy feet with perfect toes so straight
No bunions, corns or callouses, in short, they’d just be great!

“The game’s a foot?” no game at all, no game as feet evolve,
I know, I know, ‘twas mysteries, Ol' Sherlock loved to solve,
But Sherlock, I've got news for you, ‘tis the mystery of MY feet!
Why must they switch the way they walk,’twould make my life so sweet…

If I could wear a shoe that's cute, a shoe like others do
That's feminine and with a heel to make me tall, like you.
I'd be the happiest girl in town, I'd simply jump for joy.
I'd pile up all the shoes I have and with a match, DESTROY!

Friday, April 20, 2018

RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS

First, let me say that we are blessed with exceptional neighbors, there when you need help, always willing and able.  When my husband was recovering from back surgery, one neighbor, for instance, came and walked our little dog once a day Monday through Friday for weeks because he knew that the dog was used to having walks with Frank.  Now that would be a nice thing to do especially by someone who was a dog person but, come to find out, he wasn't, he was a cat person.  So I guess I'd have to say we've experienced a lot of acts of kindness since we moved here 10 years ago.  That said, I suppose this isn't the best title for tonight's blog.

For the most part, I think random acts of kindness describe a one time act, unexpected, unsolicited, and one that's a surprise to the recipient. One of our outstanding acts of kindness came last year when my husband had back surgery.  I was facing life without Frank's help.  You see Frank does so much around the house from vacuuming to what he does to help me with cleaning to garbage duty to taking the dog out for a walk 3 times a day to...  The list is so long that I dreaded being the one to handle it all.  Cooking I could handle but additionally, there was helping Frank himself.  His sister came & that was a welcome assist but she couldn't do the personal cares, things like helping him wash and get dressed, etc.

Something I dreaded was shoveling our enormous driveway and I mean shoveling.  I've never used a snow blower and although my sister-in-law was more than willing, I wouldn't let her.   After the first real snowfall, I managed to shovel a path on the deck and out to the backyard for the dog, but that was all I could handle. And then it happened...the family across the street, Dad, sometimes Mom and one or two of their long list of kids were over here first thing in the morning shoveling our driveway! And if the snow continued they came again and if was necessary, again.

That continued through the entire Winter season with one exception.  Dad felt it necessary to stop by one afternoon and let us know that they all were going on a week-long vacation and didn't want us to think they had neglected us.  Now that would have been exceptional kindness in and of itself, understanding my husband's limitations following back surgery, but we never expected that this Winter the family was back at it, shoveling our driveway every time it needed it.  So you see what I mean when I say KINDNESS, but this is kindness beyond simple kindness. To show our gratitude we always give the family some sort of gift card as they would never accept cash, but this year I wrote a poem to accompany it.

YOUR GESTURE
By Patty Lynn

There’s people all around the world, like us, they're in their 70's,
And all those folks, like us, have found that bodies have their enemies.
Yes, aches & pains are typical and weather plays its part,
But spines are their own problem, their failings at the heart…

Of so much that you want to do, the impact’s undeniable,
And shoveling snow’s impossible with a back that’s unreliable.
A privilege to own a home, we're thankful that we do,
But when it snows, our drive-way is too much for us, it's true!

Now I could say you’ve helped us out by clearing this expanse,
I'd even say that you're the best, whenever there’s a chance,
But that would never be enough to tell you what you've done,
This gesture’s made a difference, allowed us to outrun…

The move the two of us must face now sometime down the line,
The one that age will clearly show the one you knows not fine...
But, realistic, can’t be helped, that comes when we can't handle…
The upkeep, daily maintenance, when all of it's dismantled…

Because the two of us have found that all of it's too much.
We've reached an age (I hate to think) it's clear & must be judged...
That we're too old to do it all, we're forced to the alternative
Assisted living, senior care, we find it all perturbative…

For no one wants that kind of change, a move we two both dread.
We'd sooner stay right where we are, right in our little homestead.
I'm sure you know how much this means, postponing such a move,
And your kind gesture gives us time, believe me, we approve.

What you have done is so much more than shoveling the drive.
By your removing snow for us, you've cleared the way to thrive…
As happy owners of our home, postponing those concerns,
While from your selfless act for us, our neighbors all will learn.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

What's the Remedy?


The following poem needs no explanation.  It's a true accounting of everything that took place last Friday morning.  If anyone has a theory as to why this happened, please let me know.  I go for further testing next week and am hoping that I will get some answers.  I pray that I don't ever have a repeat performance!

FALLING

I never thought this word would cause such fear & trepidation.
I never thought each step I took might bring a complication.
And, oh, it brings back memories of days when my own mother
Would somehow find a way to fall, what was the cause, I wondered.

But now it’s me who's falling like I did the other day.
I climbed the basement stairs and then, fell backward all the way
And landed at the bottom where the floor, it made me stop,
Bewildered why I fell at all, had almost reached the top.

I do remember falling and to myself, I said, “Oh, shit!”
Those words they would reverberate while falling, that was it.
I don't remember landing, just that I made a thud,
And wondered just what product I would use to clean that blood.

I don't know how my husband walked me slowly up each stair…
Got on my coat and to the car, just how he got me there.
I kept on asking what had happened and where we were going,
And each time he explained to me the things I should be knowing.

I do recall emergency, the lights, but little else.
I don't remember ex-rays, scans, felt I was by myself.
I guess that’s further proof that I had I suffered a concussion.
The signs and symptoms are clear-cut, an obvious deduction.

I do recall a rigid brace that kept my head from moving.
It kept on rubbing on my wound, believe me, NOT amusing.
But when they finished all my tests, were sure that I was fine,
The brace was gone, relief was sweet and happiness was mine!

My head wound was at last addressed and closed up with some staples,
And I was free, the worse for wear and with Frank's arm enabled…
To go back home complete with sling, so tender but not broken.
But still, I felt through all of it that I was in slow motion.

Now these events they all took place last Friday in the morning.
The question is just why I fell, it took place without warning.
That bothers me, of course, but even more no memory…
Of all the things that happened, tell me what’s the remedy?