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?

Monday, February 26, 2018

It's His 70th Year

My husband is about 2 1/2 years younger than me and I've been waiting for him to finally catch up with me.  So, today is his 70th birthday and I'm happy to finally say, "we're in our 70's."  The following poem is his birthday poem.


FINALLY
by Patty Lynn

You've finally reached the pinnacle, the pinnacle of age.
At last you’ve joined the 70's, you know how long I've raged…
For you to join me here, I've raged, with me, to share my plight,
An oldster just like me you are, yes, youth is “outta sight”…

Because it's so far back, you see, but can you see, now can you?
Yeah, gone the days it all was clear, no matter what the venue.
But don't lose heart ‘cause you & I, we're in this place together,
Through rain or shine I'm yours, you’re mine, regardless of the weather.

And you'll adjust, what choice have you, the 70's are great!
You stayed there in the 60's for so long but couldn't wait…
To be among the peeps like me, who have this marvelous view.
You know, the view of which I speak, the forward looks for you…

‘Cause this one is a shorter one, yes, forward, that’s the way,
A shorter distance on this side, complete with hair of gray.
But you’ve had that part covered, and for some time you've been...
Aware of how time’s slower now and not like way back when…

There never was enough time to do the things you wanted
And tasks were hard to do in time and often you felt daunted.
But now your time’s in surplus and what seems hard to do
Is just because you're old now, you're not expected to…

Accomplish what you used to do, forgotten are the methods.
Besides we're different, we're excused from doing what's expected.
The two of us still do our best, but tire easily.
But that’s OK, it’s our new way, we do things leisurely.

So, Happy Birthday, Sweetheart Frank, I'm glad you’ve joined me here.
We BOTH are in our 70's but, please, don't you shed a tear.
The years ahead will still be good with limitations, sure,
Just face the facts, old age it lacks, but, honey, there's no cure.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Depicable

It's been so long since I've written a blog post, that I ask you to indulge me one
more time with this rather silly poem.  It's at least something.  As a very wise person said, "Something is better than nothing."  WOAH! That sure is deep!  This little poem is just that, it's, well, better than nothing.

POETICALLY DESPICABLE
By Patty Lynn

I think it’s just despicable no poems of mine I've posted.
I haven't felt the urge to write, but still I haven't coasted,
Because I've had occasion to write poems for special people,
A wedding and a baby's birth, those things, they make me gleeful.

And since those poems were written for some special friends of mine,
I don't feel it appropriate to share them and combine…
Those poems with this my blog, you see, so this one's independent.
I know, if it was my poem shared like that, I'd be offended.

So now I've got to pick a theme and write a little ditty,
A subject you'd find interesting with rhymes that are so pretty.
I’d wow you ‘cause you'll never find another one that’s like it.
You'd say I really hit the mark and that you can't deny it!

I guess I better start my poem, in short, I'd best get started...
Before you think I'm stalling here, my good intentions thwarted.
I know it’s been a little while since I have been inspired
But rest assured that rusty me will do what is required.

It doesn't matter if it's been a week, 6 months, a year.
Before you know it I'll have made it so completely clear...
That I possess the kind of gift that's always at the ready…
To take the stage, is all the rage, my writing talent’s steady.

And you will see the majesty with which I write my poems
That makes you say there’s few like me whose work, it stands alone.
But here I am, write more, I can, but space is surely lacking.
I've filled the page, I'll disengage, in short, this poem's sent packing.

     







Wednesday, November 29, 2017

DO YOU FEEL LIKE THIS, TOO?

Doesn't it seem that a technology UPDATE is almost a daily occurance, especially if you have more than one device?  I know that every time I get the update warning, I mean alert, first, I dread the thought and then I'm asked when I prefer the update to be performed.  Funny, that never is not one of my choices.
Maybe you don't feel the same as I do but, I swear, every time an update occurs, everything changes. The last one totally changed everything and I can't retrieve my long lost triumphs because I can't remember how I did what I did.  Well,  let's put it this way, another UPDATE is on the horizon & the saga continues.

THE UPDATE
By Patty Lynn

You'd think when you hear “UPDATE", it's quite a special thing,
Much like such words as “much improved”, it has a has a lovely ring…
That conjures up a positive, a confident improvement.
But then what comes is nothing grand, it's called your disillusement...

And yet it's part and parcel of technology’s good intentions.
Or are they really good for you, their motives I would question…
Because, my friend, let's face the facts, your “update" is a headache
You have no choice, it has to be, a pain it is, for gosh sakes.

They tell you that your life will be so much, so much the better,
This UPDATE will improve your life, you'll live your life unfettered.
But really they have changed the things I painstakingly arranged
And now when I just open things the whole thing now is changed!

A year ago I figured out the way to add a photo,
For you so easy but for me like scoring on a free throw.
I couldn't even tell you all the steps it took to do it.
(That's why I was upset that my new UPDATE made me lose it.)

I wish that I could just forgo the UPDATE altogether,
Leave well enough alone and merely stay the same forever.
But I know that it's just that way, technology's always changing.
You finally have things like you want then an UPDATE rearranges…

Eliminates, replaces everything you’ve worked till perfect
And now you're stuck, yes, this is it, prepare to have it so wrecked!
For now I'm done and I give up, the UPDATE syndrome wins.
Just mark my words, before too long a new UPDATE begins.


Tuesday, October 31, 2017

AN AGE OL' PROBLEM

Tonight's blog concerns itself with aging, something we all have to face, some of us earlier than others. Let me preface the poem by saying it's a bit "tongue in cheek".  It is true that until recently I was often mistaken for someone much younger but then again, perhaps, I've been easily duped or succumbed to blatant flattery. Regardless, it made for a fun poem.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.


YEARS ON ICE…TEMPORARILY
By Patty Lynn

I’ve never really noticed, or should I say, examined…
In detail my reflection, or, should I say, imagined…
Exactly how my aging has altered my appearance
Or given any thought to my old age, yes, I was fearless.

But part of that was due to my good genes, so I’ve been told,
When age came up I shared my age and prefaced I was old,
And usually, I’d get a quick response and then surprise…
With more elaboration like, “We can’t believe our eyes!”

But suddenly the whole thing changed, the day had finally come.
No more the shocked observer who confirms that everyone…
Cannot believe the age I give, no more are they aghast...
To find I’m older than I look, alas, that day has passed.

Though it’s a big adjustment, I confess, I, too, concur...
And just this past week I was shocked, it really caused a stir.
Who was that staring back at me in that ill-placed reflection,
That unexpected visor mirror turned in the wrong direction?

What was the thought that crossed my mind when catching that brief glimpse?
It’s hard to see just what I saw, that image made me wince.
But there it was, was no mistake, for what I saw was this-
A wrinkled face I’d never seen, my image seemed amiss!

But as I said, there’s no mistake, my image now brings tears.
This lady who once looked to be much younger than her years…
Must face the facts, down to brass tacks, I’m all of 72!
It sure was nice with years on ice but now that game through.


Tuesday, October 24, 2017

A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME...

So last Sunday, a Sunday like all the rest, or so it seemed and then it happened.  I suddenly felt out of sorts, it's happened about twice a year, my stomach feels queezy, I brake out in a cold sweat and, as luck would have it, Frank was out of the house walking the dog and I felt like I had to get to the bathroom.  The way there seems fuzzy and, in fact, when I got to the doorway of the bathroom, I just simply passed out and fell forward onto the bathroom floor and there I lay until Frank returned.

He could see that I was hurt.  I was bleeding all over the floor and all I needed (I thought that was all)
was the little green cushion I needed to kneel and get up.  And Frank says, "We've got to go to the ER!"  But I said, "Why?"  I just hit my head a little, at least that's what I thought.  And then I looked in the mirror.  I had a 4-inch gash in my chin, a bump on my head, and, let's put it like this, I knew he was right.

So that's where we went and fortunately, it was pretty dead so we didn't have to wait long.  The doc was really nice and said it was pretty common and that there was nothing I could do to prevent this and it just happens when your blood pressure bottoms out.  I expected stitches but, as usual, I'm in the dark ages.  They don't use stitches anymore, they use glue.  So I was glued and released and, well, it looks worse than it is but if I attach a picture to this blog, it would really gross you out.  So that was the inspiration for tonight's blog.

VASOVAGAL EFFECT
By Patty Lynn

I have a purple jacket for Spring and for the Fall,
But never has it matched my face, at least I can’t recall…
A time when I have born the scars of such a tragic spill,
And though my memory’s not the best, this fall, it never will…

Be long forgotten, stands alone, it’s one that’s for the books.
In fact, when in my present state, poor Frank gets dirty looks.
For, yes, it looks like I’m abused, looks like I took a punch,
But rest assured, that’s just absurd, though wish I could expunge…

This episode, I wasn’t owed, nor should a soul go through it.
And yet it happened, who knows why, my pressure chose to do it.
The doc, he said, “We don’t know why, it happens to some people,
I’d like to say it happens once and there won’t be a sequel…

But chances are it’s bound to be a re-occurring challenge.
So when it happens you’ve found out, stay low to keep your balance.
That way you can’t fall down and then you’ll simply ride right through it.
Your BP, if it bottoms out, there’s really nothing’s to it.”

Not reassuring, that’s for sure, looks like I’m stuck with this.
Just hope and pray, that’s days away, wish I could just dismiss this...
As only something I will have for one and one time only,
Say, wouldn’t it be nice if all I had to do was slowly…

Wake up each morning, slowly stretch and rise to start the day,
And know beyond a single doubt this thing had gone away?
But that’s not how things work and we’re just victims of the random,
And when things happen as this did we cannot call a stand-in.

Just think how Sunday I woke up, the day seemed like the rest,
An ordinary day it was for all I knew the best…
Of all the days I’d ever had, a day like I’d elect,

My BP drops, I fall down hard with vasovagal effect.