#WeekendCoffeeShare, 11 June 2017 | Getting it Right

Across the Back Fence

If we were having coffee together, this morning, I would offer you a lap robe, and we would settle into a huge, comfy sofa to visit, sound of rain on the roof. As long as we are in this virtual setting, we should enjoy the sunrise and the seasonable weather in comfort. I’ve hot milk here for making hot coffee or cocoa, or I could brew a pot of black tea. The dishes are washed, the puppies are still asleep, and I’m settled in, potentially without interruptions for a little while.

The past week has been … varied. Monday, with my visit with the grief counselor, was productive. We visited about thoughts I had related to the book that she had loaned me from her library. The recognition of sources of “nonfinite” grief as a result of my processing the loss of my parents, this past winter, seems to have lifted a huge burden. In token of which, I scheduled our next appointment for three weeks ahead, rather than four or more. I have (a) wondered whether the “high” of these realizations might result in a “low” in the short term and (b) considered that it may be helpful to review with the counselor the processes and changes that come out of these next few weeks.

My husband and I picked up copies of the seven poster-sized photo montages that were created for my father’s and mother’s memorial/funeral services from the funeral home with the goal of finding frames for them. I expect to find their presence to be helpful in recalling life with them when we, all of us, were much younger. I have had some thoughts about how much, if anything, I really want to write about my parents or my life with them, as I remember it, during my childhood. In token of which, I scribbled out a poem on Saturday that touches on what I see as a potential personal problem with getting involved in my writing a memoir.

“Getting it Right”

I write the story of my life
one day at a time, taking care
to leaf through previous pages,
editing events, adjusting
back stories, tidying errors
and casual mistakes
that I would not have made,
had I known then what I think
I know today…subject
to further alterations
as seem prudent at the time.

There is time. There is always
time to get it right. There is
an eternity to get it all right.
Written out finally with no mistakes.

Copyright © 2017-06-10, by E.W. Bennefeld.

I suspect that if I got involved in writing a memoir, I would end up writing fiction, rather than remaining objective (i.e., in contact with the reality of my life). There are things that I choose to remember, things that I choose not to remember, and then the details and general sweep of life that are most likely interesting only to me (or not so interesting). When my mother wrote her “memoir”, she gave it the title of Selective Memories. I think she nailed it!

On Thursday, Al’s younger sister and her husband came over to help with wrapping the workshop building in house wrap in preparation for the siding (which he has yet to order), the windows, and the doors. It will be nice, not having to haul the tools into and out of the garage. I’ve made a case for deadbolt locks and wireless/cable surveillance system. It will be interesting to see how that works out.

I woke up, this morning, with sinus trouble, which I suspect is the result of an increase in humidity. The rain? Natural watering is undoubtedly good for the garden. I finally see tiny wild flax plants in the new garden plot. We are talking about putting a more permanent fence around it. A little higher, since the dogs are jumping in and out over the three-foot, decorative, wire fencing. We also, while we were at it, this week, removed the protective fence around the gazebo, meant to keep the dogs from digging out the gravel to get to the rabbits that had their hideaways underneath. Our current dogs, while they enjoy racing the rabbits to the back fence, do not seem inclined to try to dig them out from where they’re lurking. If necessary, another (permanent) fence around the gazebo. They eat the plastic fencing.

I am glad that we’ve had the chance to get together, this weekend. Why do I feel like I’ve been doing all the talking? I hope to get to many more blogs, this week, than I did the last, to find out what you’ve been up to.

Best wishes for the week to be!

Lizl

 P.S. Be sure to visit Emily at NerdintheBrain.com to read our host’s WeekendCoffeeShare post and find the Link-up to other participants’ posts for this weekend!

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Time for Tetley’s Tea

I awoke around 3:30, this morning, having gotten to bed and to sleep around 22:00, last night. Exhausted, I think. Earlier in the week, we enjoyed (…but I slept through it) a massive wind (gusts to 43 mph) and lightning. A Code Red Alert was issued, but I had left my cell phone in the living room or kitchen.

Beverage of choice, since it seems I may be up for the day, is Tetley tea, which our grocery of choice is again stocking. Since I’m no longer taking any antihistamine tablets, the tea is helpful to my breathing.

The temperatures/humidity levels were too high at times during this last time span, and so I was not able to spend time on the exercise bike on some days during the past week. On the past four or five days, I was able to exercise on three: 10.0, 6.0, and 4.5 miles on the stationary bike.

According to the man who makes my eyeglasses, the vision in my right eye has changed dramatically since he made my last glasses, which was in 2011. I look forward to finding out what my vision will be like with the new glasses. I’ve ordered new photo gray bifocals for general use and single focus lens for playing the piano. We’re using my previous mid-distance frames. The trend toward skinny glasses  is annoying. Since I don’t do any close work wearing my sunglasses, I plan to use them “as is” until I can fit another set into my budget. Or, I may find out that I do not need to change them at all. Because I don’t drive, I can be more flexible.

My SpO2 and Pulse, this morning, are 92% and 67 bpm. I would check the BP also, but I don’t want the dogs to wake up until I’m ready to deal with them. Al took over supervision of them when he got home, yesterday afternoon, so I could fit in a two-hour nap, and again at 10:00 or so, when I ended up sleeping for five hours or more instead of just napping. Between the two, I’ve gotten more than seven hours of sleep in the last twelve hours. I did have to use the nebulizer on a particularly hot day, this week, when the blood oxygen percentage dropped below 88%.

The Scampers have been wired. And they always want to be outside, which means that within a few minutes of coming inside, Thaddeus rings the bell at the back door, indicating that he needs to Go Outside NOW! But they won’t go any farther than the back step without someone’s going outside with them…repeat indefinitely!  😀

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Early morning

I awoke at a little after six o’clock, this morning and have been enjoying time for thinking, reading local news, and relaxing before the puppies wake on their own. Coffee will come later when I dare to make some noise.

We enjoyed marvelous rains, yesterday and last night. What fun! Thunder and lightning, winds and flooded streets in the southern end of town.

Yesterday’s sky started out to be thick with clouds, obscuring the sun, and quite hot. Last night, between thunderstorms, there was a nice, cool breeze. While the Scampers didn’t care for going out into the storms, they are not afraid of the thunderclaps, even when the house vibrates with the noise. We’re quite pleased with how comfortable they are with the loud noises.

I’ve been getting on the exercise bike quite regularly, although not every day, with 1.5 to 3.0 miles a day, depending on my muscle strength. Piano is waiting until I quit having muscle spasms. I would have thought that was from low oxygen levels, but yesterday’s SpO2 reading was 97% with pulse rate below 80 bpm.

On Monday we got a watermelon from the grocery, and Al and I and the Scampers ate half of it, yesterday. The rest of it fit into the refrigerator, and so today we will have it cold. For that I would have hoped the temperature would be higher, outside, but the forecast says 79 (F).

Tomorrow I go in for my first eye examination in years. It will be good to have eyeglasses, again. Al’s thinking cataract surgery.

And now it’s late enough that I should get up and do stuff. The last load of laundry, yesterday, is still sitting in the dryer…in a dry basement! And I’d like to get the coffee on before I feed the Scampers.

Best wishes for your day!

Lizl