Sunday, January 22, 2017
Well, we have a 45th President now. And he's unusual, to say the least. Safe to say my social and political worldviews are polar opposite from his. And I do have trepidations for sure. But because I'm "in this U.S.A. boat" with him, unless I wish to sink along with everyone else, I have to wish him success in governing our country. I'll keep watching and studying and writing Letters to the Editor and posting on social media as his term in office continues. I pray that he and his advisors and Cabinet will listen to and care about the needs of their fellow countrymen and women. Not just their fellow rich folks, but those of us on low incomes, SNAP, Medicaid, etc. We do matter, most of us have held jobs and contributed to the economy. But those who have not been able to do that matter too. We ALL matter, we ALL deserve good governance. Here's hoping and praying for it.
Friday, April 22, 2016
Thursday, February 18, 2016
I'll soon be going into year 2 of retirement life. And I'm still very contented and happy. I suppose my life is "small" now. But I'm really okay with that. I have chronic health conditions that put some limits on my endurance and mobility. But I still get around as well as possible. And I am blessed to have my two beloved kitties, as mentioned in previous blog posts. Thelly made it through another year. Yayyy!! I get up early to her 5AM meows for breakfast. Sweetpea gets up too, along with me. So by 6:30 or 7 in the evening, I'm tired. I go to bed, watch PBS programs until I'm about to fall asleep. During the day if I don't have dr. appointments or plans with friends, I enjoy using my computer to learn, laugh, stay in touch with friends and family all over the place. I slowly do my household chores every morning, takes quite a while these days. But I have the time so it is all good. Occasionally friends who drive will invite me to go on a lovely day trip, very enjoyable. So this is my report on how I'm doing retirement life. Suits me just fine.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Thelma is approximately 16 years old now. She walks very slowly, has a limp in her back legs, has diabetes. Some family members and friends say she is "too old", the Lantus insulin is "too expensive", she might be better off "put to sleep." But I see the Thelly kitty who still looks at me with love in her gorgeous green eyes, who still has all her functions, loves to take slow strolls through the apartment, sniffing and face marking things as she goes. She comes to the bedroom door and asks to be put up on the bed, and stays a few hours until she uses her homemade climbing system to get down and return to her beloved bed in the living room. She patiently accepts her morning and afternoon injections. She loves her morning and evening wet food and snacks on grain free crunchies. She and my young kitty Sweetpea tolerate one another. I see Thelma when she leaves her bed and looks for patches of bright sunshine to lay in. I tell the doubters that she is in hospice here with me, and it's basically true. My wonderful vet and his staff support me in whatever decisions I make, are willing to let her live out her life as long as she is comfortable and not in pain. Taking care of her is a spiritually enhancing gift from God, I believe. It takes patience, love, concern, observation and care. I like to hope that taking care of Thelma makes me better able to care for all other beings too.
Monday, November 24, 2014
I'm Grandma and share my apartment with 2 kitties, as previously mentioned. Or maybe they share it with me...since they truly run things around here. Thelma is 15 and diabetic, moves slowly, has a gait sort of like John "The Duke" Wayne...that is what I think of anyway. She rests in her beloved most of the time, but she does take short walks to check the place out and go potty. When she does, my heart melts watching her. She moves slowly, takes time to sniff and look all around. Within minutes, she waddles back to bed. I love my kitties!
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Last night/early morning, I and my 2 indoor kitties were jarred awake by a bloodcurdling cat shriek coming from outdoors, near us. If I were 30 or 40 years younger, I'd have gotten up, gotten dressed, and gone out to check. But the conditions of aging and a more logical understanding of dangers in darkness kept me right where I was. I dreaded what I might find this morning. Would O.K. be on my porch, bloody and frightened? Or out in the yard, in worse condition than I'd like to imagine? But when I went downstairs to feed and water him, he was nowhere to be found. He is usually meowing away on my little porch each morning, eager for his crunchy breakfast. I did a brief check of the area, no kitty. This is the worst part of caring for a kitty that belongs to the outdoors, not to me...the times of not knowing and trying not to speculate.