Saturday, March 27, 2010


I got up this morning with so many goals, wash some rugs, balance my checkbook, clean the bathrooms, take the dog for a walk, get a money order from the bank for my taxes, etc. I did get all that done but about 5PM, I was whipped! There was so many other things I wanted to get done, but I didn't have it in me. Aging is such a ball. I just love it!! I know, I know, "it's better than the alternative." But really, doesn't it seem as though this all happened over night? I'm not complaining, really, it's just that I'm so tired. So rather than go to bed I felt compelled to write this little ditty:


There's no rest for the weary,
Or so the saying goes,
So many days I feel like that
From my head down to my toes.

The "rat race," the "treadmill"
To just name a few,
Regardless, it's exhausting,
It takes it's toll on you.

And as you get older
It's much truer still.
You start optimistic,
By noon had your fill.

The tasks there before you
You think "piece of cake,"
Then half-way completed
Your "everything" aches.

You've lost all your vim
Your vigor is shot
The simple is harder
Father Time's left you caught...

With reality, really,
You're "plum out of gas,"
Your glass is half-empty,
Not half-full, but alas,

It is what it is,
You can't sugar-coat it.
You're older and tired,
I am, so I wrote it!


In my previous blog I shared with you the story of my "weird" experience this past week and how I had received a flyer in the mail regarding a book entitled, The Hope and Encouragements of a Woman written by a woman who's name was Anna Roberts, the same name as my maternal Grandmother. I further told you that although the author resides in California now, she grew up in a small town in Wisconsin, something else she shared with my Grandmother. As I also shared, I did compose a letter to the author, just to tell her of how all of this had literally stunned me and how thankful I was to have received the flyer and explained how wonderful it was to have such precious memories rekindled.

Well, low and behold, yesterday's mail yielded a response from Anna Roberts and a heartfelt letter that made me cry a little. Part of that response was due to the fact that all of this, the book, her name and then her letter had proved to me once again how God works. I don't believe any of it was a coincidence. Quite the opposite. It was two strangers touching each others lives, two people who had never met but who shared so much in common, writing, love of family and faith is God. But, you know, when I received her letter, I did feel as though I had met this "Anna Roberts" and her book and correspondence was part of some grand design, divine intervention. God does work in myterious ways His wonders to perform!

Friday, March 19, 2010



I had something strange happen this week and wanted to share it with you. When I get home from work I go through the day's mail, discard, keep, and so on, but this week I was really caught off-guard. There on my kitchen table was a letter with the return address telling me that it was from Anna Roberts Books. I had to look at it twice and then three times. I couldn't believe my eyes!

It wasn't the "book" part that got me, it was the name "Anna Roberts." You see my beloved maternal grandma, my mother's mother,was named Anna Roberts and it was so weird seeing her name in print. My grandmother, my Nana, as I called her, left this earth over 40 years ago and I still miss her today. Well, what the letter turned out to be was a simple flyer that was advertising a book called, The Hopes and Encouragements of a Woman, written by Anna Roberts. The flyer gave a brief description of the book as well as an About the Author section. Although the location of Anna Roberts Books is Alta Lome California, the author actually hails from a small town in Wisconsin. Also weird was that my "Nana" came from Jefferson, Wisconsin, a town that had a population of approximately 5500 people, at least it did 40 years ago.

So, as they say, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it. But...I couldn't help myself. I did want more information about the author so I wrote a letter to her at the Book address and just shared with her all I have with you. In addition, I sent her the blog I wrote in April of last year that vividly described my grandmothers' house and told of my precious memories of her. I didn't ask for a reply but I'm secretly hoping that Anna jots a line to me someday. In the meantime, I ordered her book and am looking forward to reading it. I guess, sometimes in life we're caught off guard and it is, indeed, a very good thing.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Tonite's blog concerns itself with good advice period, not specifically as it relates to aging. I don't know about you but I need reminding, every so often, that one's outlook plays a big role in how we handle life in general. No one likes a "sour puss" my mom would say and I'd have to agree. If you ever want an environment to become toxic, just add a "Negative Nicky" to the mix. And one could say that about any place, home, school, church, etc. So tonite I will share this little "shorty" that covers, with humor, how important the up-side is when it comes to aging.

by Patty Lynn

I'm here to tell you, yes I am,
That aging not a picnic,
But here's a bit of age advice
I hope with you will click, Nick.

Remember this, you have a choice,
Stay positive and up,
For nothing's good 'bout feeling bad,
You know...that half-full cup?

If you've a rosy outlook,
A smile upon your face,
You'll age the same, oh, that's for sure,
But from a better place.

So bottom line, no use to fret,
Come on now, just hang tough
Don't let ol' aging get you down,
It's too hard to get up!