Saturday, April 19, 2014


Just a brief blog tonight.  I am really beat from all the standing and fixing for tomorrow's family Easter dinner. Also had to get the Easter baskets all set to hide for the little ones to find.  Was attempting to watch a movie but kept falling asleep so thought I'd best get the latest poem posted to the ol' blog.  I do want to wish all of you a very happy and joyful Easter.  Joy, indeed, is what Easter is all about for on that Easter Sunday so many years ago the final act of  Jesus' life here on earth was His resurrection. The salvation that He bought for us as a result of  that act assures us of Heaven. We are truly a blessed people.

As I pondered The Fall of a week or so ago I couldn't help but find the humor in it.  Hope you get a laugh out of it as well.

By Patty Lynn

When someone says they FELL real hard
Describing love in bloom,
And then that feeling grows until
For others there’s no room…

A love like that is envied, too.
We all would wish the same,
That cupid’s arrow sought us out
And then called out our name.

This kind of FALL is positive,
A pleasant word, I pose.
But TAKE A FALL, that’s something else,
Brings with it only woes.

That kind of fall I know too well.
I’ve lived it and it’s maddening.
You’d think my body’s squishiness
Would guarantee soft landing.

Without fair warning I fall down.
The last one was a doozy.
I hit my head (on the garage)
And sat up rather woozy.

Then off I went to the ER,
Was questioned till I lost it.
“How would you rate your pain, my dear?”
Each I and T they crossed it!

“Your cut requires a stitch or two,
But really we don’t do that.
We’ll close it up with super glue,
In essence we’ll just glue that.”

“You’re good as new, now off you go.”
Was what they said when finished.
I smiled; I tried to feel like new
My heart just wasn’t in it.

The next day things had gotten worse.
The swelling was horrendous.
Although my cut was sealed up,
My pride could not be mended.

You see, so many years ago,
My mother fell a lot.
Of all the legacies I’d get,
How come this one I got?

And so it is, another fall,
Though I can’t say, “Poor me.”
For many more are bound to come,
Just like my Mom before me.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


I'm sure I've shared with you my frustration with the Google fiasco regarding changing everything. They had made it impossible for me to meet their criteria so that I could continue to do a yearly renewal of this blog. Hours upon hours taking me around in circles and even frustrating my husband whose help I enlisted to see if maybe I was missing something. And then my computer savvy son-in-law came around and asked if he could make heads or tails of the confusing supposed HELP pages and, of course, I said his help would be much appreciated.

He immediately agreed that the directions and requirements for the new renewal procedure were beyond difficult to understand and anything but efficient.  So he tried this and tried that and was sent around in some of the same circles I had encountered.  But he was much braver than I had been.  I was afraid of trying some out-there paths always dreading that I would screw things up even more. But he's young and much more adept than I and after about 20 minutes figured it out. Hallelujah!!!! So now I'm good to go and I don't have to lose sleep about my 6 year blog disappearing anytime soon.  Thank you, Will. I couldn't (Lord knows, I tried) have done it without you!!!!!

Thursday, April 3, 2014


I'm sure I'm not alone when it comes to experiencing certain situations or someone says something or you do and you think, "That sounds/feels like mom."  I actually feel like I'm in her skin, so to speak. Sometimes it's a little sweet remembrance but there are times when, like this past Monday, I wish we weren't so much alike.

What you may not know about my mother was that she often fell, sometimes breaking something, a wrist or on one occasion both wrists two weeks apart and her final fall which led to a broken hip. Sometimes she sustained serious head injuries which were no laughing matter.  Well, I haven't broken anything but I have had my share of falls in the last few of years which have me reminiscing about my mom's illustrious past.

This past Monday I was in my daughter's fenced in backyard keeping a eye on the boys and their sweet dog, Archie.  Every once and a while I'd make sure I knew exactly where Archie was because sometimes he gets himself in to trouble and I wanted to get ahead of it.  We'd been out there about 20 minutes and I could see Archie making a beeline for the brush pile next to the garage and I knew if he got into it he'd be covered in burrs.  For most dogs with simple coats that wouldn't be that big a deal but this little guy has a double coat, soft, dense hair next to his skin and longer, courser hair over that. As I called his name and seeing that he was completely ignoring me, I rushed over and tripped over some of the bigger, thicker branches and I went flying.

Let's put it this way, if the side of the garage hadn't been there I might still be propelling forward. That may be a slight exaggeration but you get the picture.  I hit the outside wall of the garage with a lot of force and as I sat there in the middle of the brush pile bleeding from a cut above one eyebrow and above my upper lip, I was thinking what I always think at a moment like that, "How am I going to get up?"  You see when you get your knees replaced they remove the kneecaps and don't reattach them making it impossible to get up on your own.  So, though your seven year old grandsons think they can help Grandma get to her feet, in reality you need two adults.  Fortunately, one of my daughter's neighbors heard the boys crying and my daughter appropriately talking in a louder voice than usual, and came over to see what he could do.  His timing was perfect and after a trip to the ER for stitches, the old gal, though somewhat worse for wear and pretty shaken up, was back on her feet and on the road to recovery.

The next day the bruising really developed and I looked I face-planted into the side of a garage. My lip is still pretty swollen (from the side I look like a turtle) and the deep purple bruises occupying the whole right side of my face are a lovely shade of blue and green.  I can get the stitches wet tomorrow(Yay!) and I hope most of the bruising and lumps and bumps will be mostly gone before Sunday.  I teach the 3 & 4 year olds and I don't want to scare them.

As I said in the title, if it's not one thing it's your Mother.  Thanks, Mom, for your falling legacy.