tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67223680400582337152024-02-18T20:57:13.131-06:00MonaRottinghausThis was created to give thoughts and points of view by me, Mona.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-25307076611957587492012-03-06T16:55:00.000-06:002012-03-06T16:55:32.488-06:00Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee. Exodus 20:12<br />
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Rick and I will be married thirty seven years next month. We have lived close to his family and worked with them all of our married life. I have watched this commandment in action all these years, but never as much as the last few months. Rick, and many of his family, are demonstrating what this commandment really means.<br />
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Last summer we witnessed the slow decline of his parents. Up to that point, they seemed to be the picture of health. The two of them ran a successful business. Rick's father invented a tool and a few other items that they made and sold on a regular basis. At the age of 87 and 84, the two of them were quite independent, yet dependent at the same time. Many of the required tasks had become too hard for Rick's father, so the sons took care of the job. Rick's mother continued to help full time with tool production, as well as the bookkeeping. <br />
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We could see it was getting to be too much for his mom, and her back was giving her fits. Yet, she continued to work like a woman twenty years younger. Last August, the pain took over and she was relegated to her couch. We were gone for three weeks on a trip and upon our return, we wondered who took his mother and who was this imposter? Her physical decline in three short weeks was frightening.<br />
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One morning in an attempt to help herself, she slipped and fell, breaking her hip. Within twenty four hours she was in surgery. The doctor recommended rehabilitation facility. As hard as it was for Rick's parents to move into the center, they accepted it as their lot in life. Rick's family was amazing in their support of their parents. From the rehab center, they moved quite willingly to an assisted living home. The siblings pulled together as they helped them move, get settled and clean out their former home. <br />
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Rick's mother suffers from Alzheimer's and his father has dementia. Anger can arise at any given moment with his father. I know, I have been on the receiving end of it. For this reason, the best way I can honor him is to allow Rick to do what ever is needed for them, and for me to help when needed. So most of the time I am in the background supporting my husband by listening. I have given them rides to appointments, church and meetings when Rick is unable to go. I have learned to hold my tongue when need be. This is my way to keep this commandment. And I do it with love, compassion and kindness for several reasons. First, it is just easier to avoid a confrontation. Second, God has commanded that I honor him. When I married into the family he became my father as well. Third, it is the right thing to do. He has worked hard his entire life and I must respect him, my elder. His brain isn't functioning properly, so therefore I cannot hold him responsible for everything that he utters.<br />
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Honor thy father and thy mother. Some days it is really hard and some days it is a joy. But no one ever said life was going to be an easy walk. I just know it's worth it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-54375622590373671962012-03-05T16:44:00.000-06:002017-10-03T13:37:44.637-05:00The spirit is willing but the flesh is weakUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-60648026969211599892012-03-02T17:30:00.000-06:002012-03-02T17:30:01.224-06:00FriendshipFirst off, let me apologize for letting you down yesterday. I promised to post a new thought each day during lent, and I failed to do that yesterday. Each day I pray for inspiration. Yesterday I had a hard time grasping an idea. I tried to write late in the afternoon, but I found the creative juices dry up at that time of day.<br />
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<b>Proverbs 17:17 </b>A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.<br />
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Today I feel especially blessed. I have been pondering on this verse. A friend loves at all times. At this time of the year I think of my BFFs. For those unfamiliar with the abbreviation, it stands for 'best friend forever'. And I made mine plural because I am surrounded by many such people. How can a person have more than one best friend? <br />
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First and foremost, I have a someone who is with me 24/7. I often find myself having a conversation all day long. I can tell my someone anything on my mind or in my heart. I complain, make requests, praise and most of all worship this friend. How wonderful it is to have a companion all day and night! I know everything I tell will never be revealed. My friend is the first one I think of when I wake up and the last one before I fall asleep. I imagine you have figured this one out, my friend is Jesus.<br />
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Another best friend has been with me for thirty-eight years. We met on his birthday and my true personality was not hidden from his view. He must have liked what he saw because before the night was over we had a date. But that is another story for another day. Two years later we were married and he has been there for me ever since. To let you think it has been rosy all the time, well, that would be misleading. But over time our relationship has grown stronger and it's nice to look back over thirty-seven years and the experiences we have shared.<br />
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I am also blessed with a group of women I like to call my besties. There are seven of us and we gather once a summer to have a slumber-less party. We are all old enough to be grandmothers, and some of us have the privilege of belonging to that club. But when the seven of us gather for one or two nights, we turn back into junior high girlfriends. We tell stories and giggle half the night. But we are much more than that. We love at all times. We have raised our children together. We had overnights, camping trips, day gatherings with sometimes as many as two dozen youngsters. We have a bond that goes much deeper still. Our faith is the glue the cements our friendship. We support each other in prayer and there has been plenty of opportunities to fulfill that pledge to each other. I know if I need anyone for a shoulder to lean on, cry on, a buddy to laugh with and most importantly a friend to pray with I can call one of these gals and I will not be alone.<br />
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I have sisters, sister-in-laws, sisters in kind, sisters in Christ, aunts, cousins and neighbors, all who I feel I can call friends. What a blessing that is to me. And I know there are more friends I haven't met, more kindred spirits to keep in my heart.<br />
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And as for the second part of the verse, brothers are for adversity, well maybe when I was growing up. My brothers and I did fight, but they were also my playmates, my first friends. I have eight brothers and I consider all of them, along with their wives, my friends. So I don't think that part holds as much truth for me. My family helped make me into the person I am today.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-50690024217329438022012-02-29T19:15:00.000-06:002012-02-29T19:15:14.159-06:00gifts<a href="" name="48007011">If you then, who are wicked, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good things to those who ask him.</a><br />
Matt: 7:11 <br />
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One of my favorite things to do each week is pick up two of my grandchildren after school. We drive to a neighboring town where my granddaughter participates in dance class. <br />
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I was asked by someone yesterday, "Why is dance class for a five year old so important that you are responsible for taking her all the time? Why don't her parents?" My answer, without hesitation,"I volunteered for this job. It is my choice. As a matter of fact, I suggested it last spring. It is her birthday gift from me. Rather than spend money on a toy that she probably doesn't need, I decided to give her my time. Her parents pay for the classes and I take her there each week. Her gift lasts all year long."<br />
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If truth be told, I am the one receiving the gift. This grandma job (Grammie, as they call me) is one of the best positions I have held yet. Where else could I show up for the job on my schedule and be loved just for arriving? My presence hasn't been this exciting to another being since we had a loveable dog named Snoopy. He was ALWAYS glad to see me! I have been told she looks forward to this weekly outing as much as I do. At first it was just my granddaughter and I each Wednesday afternoon. But since she switched schools this semester, we have expanded our twosome to a threesome to include her older brother. <br />
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One pleasure is the car ride. We usually keep the radio off and talk. We discuss what is on their mind. Sometimes I hear the best secrets on that stretch of highway. They know their thoughts are safe with me. Last week we were talking about secrets. I told them unless their secret harms someone, I can be counted on to keep it to myself. My eight year old grandson picked up on that. He commented that if an adult is being mean to a kid and asks them to keep it a secret, it must be told. Sort of like if an adult was being a bully. He went on to exclaim that could never be me. And that I treat people nice. And the icing on the cake, "Why Grammie, you are one of my favorite people in the whole world." See what I mean. I get more than I give.<br />
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We make up games we can play while we drive. Sometimes it's math, spelling, rhyming, synonyms, antonyms, etc. We talk about books, sports (soccer) and their friends. We usually find a reason to get silly. Last night it was bananas. Who thought that yellow, crescent shaped fruit could be so funny? One of the best sounds in the world to me is the sound of my grandchildren enjoy a huge belly laugh.<br />
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While dance class is in session, my grandson and I use that time to play hangman, Yahtzee or tic, tac, toe. The last few weeks we have invited other siblings waiting for their sister to join in the fun. It is so fun to sit on the floor, play games and give high five congratulations to each other on a successful game. Last week we multi-tasked. We colored a poster and played Yahtzee at the same time. I think we all look forward to that forty-five minutes.<br />
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Gifts, we give them, we get them. I have found, the more I give, the more I get. I love gifts.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-54885808189019693572012-02-28T09:21:00.000-06:002012-02-28T09:21:15.133-06:00To forgive<h1>Luke 6:36-37 (New International Version)</h1><div class="passage-updatetranslation page-translation"> </div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "> <span class="woj"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25183">36</sup> Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.</span> <span class="woj"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25184">37</sup> “Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.</span></div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><span class="woj"> </span></div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><span class="woj">Sometimes I get so upset with others. I can't understand why they do the things they do. Or why they say the things they say. I feel the pain that has been inflicted on a loved one. Sometimes I want to grab them by the shoulder and shake them. 'STOP IT! Can't you see what that is doing to them?'</span></div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><span class="woj"> </span></div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><span class="woj">But that is not my job. I must learn to first look at myself. I must examine my own actions and remember the times I have hurt others. And ask first for forgiveness for myself, with a resolve to not be a repeat offender. I must think before I speak and act. This will take a lot of self reflection, and self control. I must also not beat myself up over my mistakes. Do my best to correct them, learn from them and move on.</span></div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><span class="woj"> </span></div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><span class="woj">Next, I need to pray for myself, for the grace to forgive them. Jesus gave me the example to follow. Forgive them and pray for them. It was a command, not a recommendation. So I need to pray for them, forgive them, treat them with respect and compassion as I encounter them in situations. It is pretty hard to stay mad at someone when I pray for them each morning.</span></div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><span class="woj"> </span></div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><span class="woj">Do not judge. Forgive. Pray. I think there was a book and a movie called, 'Eat, Pray, Love'. I haven't read it or seen the movie, but I will try very hard to 'Pray, Love, Forgive'</span></div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><span class="woj"> </span></div><div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><span class="woj"> </span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-29741054966091629892012-02-24T17:07:00.000-06:002012-02-24T17:07:26.580-06:00The Resting Place<span class="crossverse"><a href="http://bible.cc/jeremiah/31-25.htm">Jeremiah 31:25</a></span> I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint."<br />
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For some reason my sleep habits have reverted to BS.(Before Surgery). I attributed my lack of shut eye during the night was related to the stress I had from work. I was overworked through no fault of anyone, but myself. Since my bunion surgery on January 5 of this year, I have been closed to business. The first weeks were wonderful. I slept in (until 6 a.m., sometimes even 7:30) most mornings. The last week the old habit of waking around 2 a.m. has resurfaced. To coherce the sandman to return, I moved to the couch and the television softly lulled me back to sleep. A week or so of that routine left me feeling exhausted. <br />
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Today I sprawled on the couch for what I thought was a short afternoon nap. Two hours later the door bell brought me back to the land of the living. I guess I was really tired. <br />
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I am so grateful for the position I am in life. I was able to rest when I needed without a guilty feeling. I let no one down as I refreshed my weary body. When my body is rested, so is my soul. And for that I am extremely thankful to God.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-82806337063077617122012-02-23T07:08:00.001-06:002012-02-23T07:13:43.551-06:00Listen and ActWhat I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs.<br />
Matthew 10: 27<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"> Seven years ago I found myself in the most difficult situation I had ever faced. My twenty-four year old daughter was in a hospital in the psychiatric wing. Her mind left our world completely and she was living in a world of her own. My efforts to reach her were unsuccessful. She retreated to a place I couldn’t go and no amount of reasoning could convince her that the thoughts she had were not true. I felt completely defeated as my husband and son took legal action to get her committed in a final effort to restore her health. We learned she had schizophrenia.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"> I turned to my faith, and found myself spending additional time in prayer each morning. I tried to make sense of what had happened. At first I was very angry at God. How could he do this to our family? Hadn’t I been a faithful servant for many years? And my daughter had been employed as a youth minister when mental illness struck her down. I felt God had slapped us in the face in spite of our efforts to do what we thought was His will. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"> I knew very little about mental illness, getting my information from television and movies. Through a series of phone calls from one concerned person to another, a phone number for help soon reached my ears. I called the number and learned of a class for families in similar situations. I signed up immediately and began a journey into love and the understanding of brain disorders. The education I received gave me a glimpse of the world my daughter had entered, but more importantly I was given tools to help me cope. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 276.55pt;"> I continued to pray for God’s guidance. I came to the place where I was able to give my child back to the Father in my heart and to vow to follow Him in spite of the pain. Through research and prayerful reflection I felt God was instructing me to work every day with my daughter to keep her brain engaged. Each day I printed a word search game that we did together, and I played games with her that involved the addition of numbers. Some days she was too exhausted to complete them, but she tried. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 276.55pt;"> Over the period of four years, with intensive therapy and the proper medications, my beautiful daughter got her life back together. This journey was a series of baby steps and each accomplishment was celebrated. Eventually she was able to be employed and live on her own. And I rejoiced. I knew my prayers had been answered and I had witnessed a miracle.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 276.55pt;"> The classes I took were an important part of my transformation. I signed up for training and became a teacher for the organization that educated me. I found myself on the opposite side of the table, guiding other families into the world of acceptance, love and understanding for mental illness. I share with families my own pain, but also my hope in the Lord and His ability to be glorified in all situations. <br />
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<div class="result-text-style-normal text-html "><div class="heading passage-class-0"><h3> Philippians 4:13</h3><h3> </h3><h3><b> Today is the beginning of Lent 2012. </b> As long as I can remember we have been encouraged to do something during this time. As a child we gave up things. Now I like to concentrate on positive things. Something that will further me along on my journey of life. If my life was a book that concludes on my death, I want each chapter to show growth in me as a person. So I think Lent is a good time to write some new, interesting pages.</h3><h3> </h3><h3> This year I will focus on Mind, Body and Spirit. These last weeks have not been kind to the body. I felt hungry most of the time and even though I tried to keep my diet healthy, a few pounds managed to sneak on my body. I don't mean to sound ungrateful for plenty of food to eat, but in reality, those pounds have to go. But more importantly, I need to work on muscle tone, bone density and stamina. That will be accomplished by moving. So each day I plan to exercise using hand and leg weights.</h3><h3> Next is my mind. I see memory problems around me. It saddened me this past Monday when my mother-in-law forgot my name. We've known each other almost forty years. I knew it was coming, but was shocked it came so quickly. Anyway, research has learned that flexing your brain helps ward those maladies. So I have enrolled in a creative writing class on line. I plan to learn new things about the craft, which in turn will help me write a better blog.</h3><h3>Spirit, probably the most important of my goals. I will continue to read my devotionals, prayer time will be longer and examining my own spirit with additional reading is part of the change I hope to see in me these next six weeks. </h3><h3>But as every New Year's Resolution, I imagine I will falter. There will be days I feel too tired to do all the items on "Improve Mona" list. But I will continue to turn to God for the strength I need to stay on the path. And when I fail, I will forgive myself, ask for forgiveness and begin each day anew. In the words of a fictional character from one of my favorite series, Anne of Green Gables, "Each day is a new day with no mistakes."</h3><h3>Happy Lent Everyone. And may the "force" be with you as you journey to the final destination, eternity with Christ.</h3><div class="txt-sm"><br />
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Fat Tuesday. It's the last day before Lent begins tomorrow, Ash Wednesday.<br />
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As I child we were encouraged to give something up for Lent. It was to be a time of self sacrifice. <br />
Many things we did as a child are no longer appropriate as an adult. Mini skirts might be adorable on trim, athletic teen age girls, but the thought of this grandmother donning one makes me gag! So the idea of giving up food seems just as silly to me. My diet may be viewed as a sacrifice by some. Things that I avoid on a daily basis: chocolate, eggs, chicken, turkey and alcohol in any form. This includes foods cooked in wine. What happens you may be asking? All trigger migraine headaches. Figuring this out has been a process of over 20 years. So I avoid them if at all humanly possible. <br />
And don't forget french fries! The biggest reaction of all - they make my backside swell and I outgrow my blue jeans. :)<br />
Giving things up for lent isn't a self improvement item for me. I already try to do this each and every day. Instead I prefer to tackle a change in me on a different level. Our homily last week encouraged us to form a habit during this lenten season that we can keep for life. Mine? I actually have several items on my 'improve Mona' list. If I acknowledge them in this public forum, I feel more accountable.<br />
1. Write on this blog each day. It may be early morning, late afternoon or just before bedtime, but write each day. Dwell on a Bible verse and apply it to my own life. <br />
2. Exercise each day. Strive for 30 minutes of floor, strength training. With Lucie unable to pull her weight yet, I can't do aerobic this spring. No 5K training for this gal.<br />
3. One spot in my house will be re-organized each day. Start a St. Vincent de Paul box, a Stuff, etc box and use them! It can be a drawer, or one book shelf. <br />
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And there my blogging friends are my plans for the next weeks. I may fail some days, but I will pick myself each time and start again. <br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-6114022564170375262012-02-16T19:14:00.000-06:002012-02-16T19:14:30.702-06:00Bye, Bye Bunions week 6When I started down this road I thought I would be ready for surgery number two by this week. Now I know I was wrong. Today felt like a victory. I went to the local town, visited my mom, drove to my son's office and picked up the grandchildren and transported them to school. Afterward I returned to the office for a treatment and returned home. I felt like such a winner because I had accomplished all of this wearing a tennis shoe on Lucie! And I have continued to wear the same shoe all day long. I stayed awake all day with no nap. I AM making progress. But there is no way that I am ready for a repeat on Rosie. Lucie is not ready to bear all the weight while Rosie takes a break. As of now de ja vu will take place in late March. That is if everything goes as planned. The way I feel tonight, it should be right on schedule. I am putting fifty percent of weight on my left foot when I walk. Next week it will move to 75% and the last week I will work my way up to 100%. I look forward to walking 'normal' again.<br />
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I have to smile when I am with two of my grandchildren. The same two children that 'Grammie-sat' with me that first weekend. Each time we walk I see them limping exactly as I do. It is really cute, and I encourage them to be themselves. I'll be glad when I walk with a normal gait so they will as well.<br />
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Other than that, I don't have much else to report on bunion surgery. I am pleased with the progress and look forward to a repeat performance in about six weeks.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-26788374049431765462012-02-14T17:47:00.001-06:002012-02-14T17:58:48.475-06:00Upcycling T-shirts to skirtsNot much new to report on my bunion surgery recovery - gradually putting more weight on my foot until I reach 100% at week 8. I rest when I feel weary, put my foot up when it starts to let me know it is there, and basically follow Dr. C's instructions. I have put away my crutches and Nellie. No more getting pampered.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxUf3YHE9JcbTdQjK6NAK9TIoe90ke9_BxRg-qcgZKF07iIeFUivt9FSAq8qnMjVoU9PBpzJ73yM9cloCXuvCcx-E8CSbnZsJjZE7UWzMJpPIBLuKyn753JNmkuNMLY-AxWguFJKBB-s/s1600/IMG_5574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxUf3YHE9JcbTdQjK6NAK9TIoe90ke9_BxRg-qcgZKF07iIeFUivt9FSAq8qnMjVoU9PBpzJ73yM9cloCXuvCcx-E8CSbnZsJjZE7UWzMJpPIBLuKyn753JNmkuNMLY-AxWguFJKBB-s/s200/IMG_5574.JPG" width="200" /></a>Instead today I will share my recent endeavor at upcycling. Last fall I had a stack of t-shirts that didn't meet quality control. I re-ordered and reprinted them. But I couldn't bear to make them into rags. Our local school gathers items for shoe box donations each fall. So I put on my thinking cap to come up with a process to upcycle the discarded T- shirts to skirts for young girls. I wanted to make a fun donation to the project.<br />
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I turned the back of the t-shirt with wrong side down and marked two 2" strips the full width of the back. I again cut the strips with my sewing shears.<br />
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Next up, matching t-shirts using scraps gleaned from the cast offs and parts of a white t-shirt that also failed my quality control inspection. I enjoyed making a silk purse out of a sow's ear.<br />
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What a great day yesterday turned out to be. I woke up late, 6:15 a.m. when Dean called to wish me a Happy Birthday. Why so early, you may be asking yourself? You have to understand my non-competitive children. It is a contest between them to see how can wish "Happy Birthday" first to the family member on their day. Rules: It has to be on their birthday, can't be the night before. Can't be by proxy. It has to be reasonable, such as not at midnight. Did I say my kids were not competitive.<br />
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FYI - 6:15 is reasonable for me. Most days I am finished with my coffee and on to something else by that time. But I guess turning 57 made me extra tired and I was still snoozing at that time. So that made Dean, number two in our line-up, the winner! Adam, number four, was next, but alas, by the time he called I was at Mom's drinking coffee and eating blueberry muffins. It still counts. First runner-up goes to Adam. Kathy, third in line, came in a close third, dialing my cell phone and catching me in a wonderful chat with my mom. Eric, our eldest, knew he would see me in the evening and doesn't join the melee. He has two kids to get off to school before he goes to his office. It's okay, Eric, I know you just aren't the competitive type!?! In reality, Rick won grand prize, wishing me a happy birthday at 4:30 a.m. before we both passed out again. We had gone to a concert at church the night before and it was TOO early to get up.<br />
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My mom is my mentor and I owe so much to her. So I feel spending my birthday with her is top on my own list of birthday priorities. And since I have been unable to drive until today, I had only been to see her twice since surgery. She almost jumped for joy when she saw my car and me walk up her wheelchair ramp unattended. Being almost 86, I think she thought better of the idea. We had an amazing time and it was hard to leave. But I knew my dear friend since 1969, Joan, would be waiting for me at my house. And she was.<br />
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The next three hours were spent in more chat time, taking down the Christmas tree in the living room (Yes, you read that correctly!). We also did a bit of organizing and found the missing pieces of the portable infant crib I had loaned. It was a great morning.<br />
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I had intended on joining the school Mass for Catholic Schools Week at one, but after lunch was inda belly, I had a sudden rush of exhaustion. I barely made it back to the couch from the kitchen sink and the next two hours were spent in la la land.<br />
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Again, I was awakened by a phone call. When I turned to answer it I saw Kathy, my daughter from Missouri, sitting in the chair. My eyes nearly popped right out of my head and I gave a squeal of glee. I don't even remember who called, I sure hope it wasn't important. The surprise of having her home and the foggy brain just waking up was a bad combination for my memory.<br />
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It wasn't long before Karen came. My friend through Kathy had come to share our afternoon. We three chatted in between all the phone calls that came in to wish me a "happy birthday." One of them was my granddaughter, Lauren. She sounded a bit down when she whispered her greeting. Dean racked up double points by making sure I talked with her. He explained why she was down. She couldn't understand why they weren't jumping in their car and coming to my party. (They live two hours away.) Next year, little Lauren, next year. My birthday will fall on a Sunday and I will invite you to a party. :) Soon, Rick was in, and it was time to head to the Texas Roadhouse.<br />
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Eric, Trela, Kile and Cavanaugh had planned to meet us there. Hobbling through the crowd waiting for their tables I felt like Moses parting the Red Sea. It sure was cool to have kind people offer me a place to sit! Unfortunately, Trela felt under the weather and opted to go home. Kile and Cavanaugh arrived with their daddy proudly waving their handmade greeting cards. Those two are steal my heart. Cavanaugh, age 5, had decorated a paper with lots of hearts, candles, a birthday greeting and a picture of her and I with carrot cake. Kile, age 8, also created a card with lots of candles and balloons and wrote me an original poem. I asked his permission to share and it was granted.<br />
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Grandmie, Grandmie, your the best.<br />
Your the best of all the rest.<br />
You are fun, you like to share.<br />
I hope you get off your wheelchair.<br />
You soe(sew) and you can drive a car.<br />
Playing with us is a golden star!<br />
Grandmie, Grandmie, your the best,<br />
Your the soewer to get us dressed.<br />
Love, Kile.<br />
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It also included his artwork, a carrot cake with a 57 on it. Can you guess my favorite flavor of cake?<br />
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Cavanaugh and I shared a meal of steak, baked sweet potato and vegetables. She pulled her weight and ate almost as much as I did. A friend from church, Lisa, was at work last night at the Roadhouse and made sure our waitress knew I was a birthday girl. It wasn't long before the saddle appeared at our table and I mounted the brown leather. After a mighty "Yee HAW!" I was given a small chocolate cake for my birthday. You should have seen Cavanaugh's eyes dance when she realized she could share the cake with Rick. FYI - I'm allergic to chocolate. Cavanaugh cut the cake, gave her Papa about a fourth of it, ate a few bites and promptly boxed the remaining cake. The leftover bites of steak and sweet potato on her plate soon landed in another box, along with the few morsels on my plate. Both boxes were claimed by her as she wrote her name on each. It sure made me smile.<br />
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During the meal, Kile talked with me non stop, barely stopping to eat his favorite meal. Cavanaugh sat next to me and snuggled as close as humanly possible. I soaked their expressions of love deep into my being.<br />
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The best birthday ever ended with a good night hug from them and a trip home. Who says getting older is bad?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-31291441943008350022012-02-02T06:17:00.000-06:002012-02-02T06:17:31.666-06:00Four Weeks and countingFour weeks ago today I began the journey, Bye, Bye Bunions. The twenty-eight days flew by with amazing speed. I kept myself busy by writing, deconstructing items for their pattern or notions, and I created a few new items. Daytime television was tolerable when I kept the channel set to "Do It Yourself" programing . I did some reading, but did not like I thought I would. All in all, it was a good four weeks.<br />
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Yesterday was my four week check up. I left the office with a smile. 10% sure sounded like a wonderful number. The hours and hours I kept my foot elevated paid off. I was given permission to step on Lucie with about ten percent of my weight. Ten percent? - think of it as a light kiss, like a peck on the cheek, I was told. In an effort to illustrate the idea my doctor asked me, "Did you ever kiss your grandmother passionately?" <br />
"I don't kiss and tell." I quipped.<br />
He rolled his eyes, "I don't want to know anymore!"<br />
"If you had said my father-in-law, I would have known what you meant," I grinned.<br />
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I was given instructions - heel walking is okay, and the ball of my foot should kiss the floor briefly. Step. Kiss. Step. Kiss. No, I'm not a newlywed out for a walk with her new spouse. I'm just a gal on medical leave recovering from bunion surgery.<br />
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After the appointment Rick took me to Hobby Lobby. I looked for hand made paper, but I didn't find what I wanted. I purchased acid-free glue sticks. Scrapbooks with photos of our trip to Zimbabwe are next on my 'while I sit here' agenda. The albums Jane and I purchased in a shop in Harare, Zimbabwe will be really cool when filled with animals from a-z that we saw. I have a brown acid-free marker to write messages to the three grandchildren. My goal - Valentine's day gifts.<br />
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Goal number two: independence behind the wheel.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-39763991344669331902012-02-01T14:51:00.000-06:002012-02-01T14:51:28.776-06:00How a Sew-n-Sew spends her days after bunion surgeryI admit it - I have an addiction, and I am proud of it.<br />
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My favorite store to spend an hour or six is a fabric store. My eyes feast as I browse the rows of rainbow colored silks, cottons, flannel and anything I can cut up and construct something from the pieces. So I have spent several days sitting on the floor doing my thing with scissors and thread. Later this week I will be moving to my workroom and will be thrilled to post photos of finished projects.<br />
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My next item on the list "waited forever" was a beautiful hand crocheted doily, a gift from my brother and his wife several years ago. After searching through frames at every thrift shop I entered for two years, I hit pay dirt. It was the day I stopped at the St. Vincent de Paul with a few donations. As I carried the bags and boxes in the crowded hallway used for incoming items I spied the perfect size frame sitting by the door. "Is that for sale?" I asked the worker.<br />
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"SOLD!" and I smiled all the way back my car. Unfortunately it waited an additional year for me to take the time to block and frame it. It needed new fabric and a good dusting, I knew I could handle both.<br />
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Rick brought my ironing board and iron to the front room and placed it on the floor. No legs were needed for the floor work I had planned. I pressed the scrap of midnight blue velour.<br />
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I think I hear large wooden hearts calling my name begging to be covered with quilt batting, fabric, ribbon and hooks. I guess they want to hold jewelry in the bedrooms of some of my favorite people.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-52666338430722660612012-01-28T18:55:00.000-06:002012-01-28T18:55:32.939-06:00what not to do Thursday I felt pretty good. And so I did the inevitable - I overdid. The morning was my usual schedule - removing myself from the couch to get something to eat or use the necessary room. I puttered around the house off and on, just to get some exercise.<br />
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"There's a lot of white ink in the lines." Rick informed me after lunch, as he referred to my digital garment printer in my workroom. "I'm concerned about it."<br />
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I had intentionally stayed away from that part of our house. I knew the draw to stay in there would be too strong for me to resist. The thought of a problem with a piece of my business equipment was enough to lay my resolve aside and roll to my workroom. Weeks earlier I had finished my final order minutes before I left for the hospital for the "Bye, Bye, Bunions" surgery. Before I left I replaced the ink cartridges with cleaning fluid and flushed the lines. I noticed there was a bit of white in the lines so I left it on for auto cleaning to finish the job.<br />
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When I was able I checked on it and noticed several cleaning fluid lines needed a refill. I quickly replaced them and hurried back to my perch on the couch. "That should keep the Diva in line until I am better" I thought to myself as I plopped in my permanent spot.<br />
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</tbody></table>Rick's concern about the Diva brought me back to reality. I perched my bum leg on a chair as I began the process of a thorough cleaning. After an hour of frustrated exploring I discovered the problem. In my haste to refill the fluid I had grabbed the wrong thing, white ink! So instead of cleaning, Anna, as I call my machine, had white ink pulsing every eight hours through her veins. I immediately put in the correct solution, and flushed the lines. It was a quick solution to an avoidable problem, but I had been up for over an hour and a half.<br />
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As soon as I was satisfied with Anna's condition, Rick and I left to attend a visitation at a funeral home. By the time my exhausted bones melted into the plaid of the couch, the big hand had passed twelve on the clock four times.<br />
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The doctor's words of warning resonated in my mind, "One day you will feel well and you may go shopping or something. You'll feel great while you are out and will be up too long. Later your foot will swell and you will realize it was too much. Don't do it." Oh, Doc, I wished I would have listened! Sleep was hard to get that night with a throbbing foot. Words spoken during that appointment were tattooed in my memory.<br />
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Friday was spent in apology to Lucie. I retreated to the behavior I exhibited the first week after surgery, glued to the couch. I dozed periodically through out the day in an effort to reclaim the lost sleep. Ice packs became my closest friends once again. Late in the afternoon I propped my foot on a stack of pillows positioned with care on the floor and charted the A-Z photo books on my 'to do' list.<br />
Self worth returned again as I accomplished one thing on Friday.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-4814622876596029502012-01-26T15:37:00.000-06:002012-01-26T15:37:01.493-06:00Guilty as chargedWow! Can't believe this blog has been silent since Sunday. No excuses except for the fact that I discovered Pinterest on Monday! Thanks to my darling DIL.<br />
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Monday was actually a very busy day. We had a snowstorm that day, school was called off which meant only one thing - Grammie DAY for Kile, age 8 and Cavanaugh Anne, age 5. Old age or maybe boredom invaded so I can't remember what we did. I just know we were busy! <br />
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Nook Book - got one, love it. I downloaded "Heaven is for Real for Children" and we had an amazing discussion about heaven's possibilities. My grandson blew me out of the water with his ideas. Yes, Jesus loves the little children! Their love is so pure.<br />
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I spent several days on the floor of my front room this week. No, I didn't fall and not get up. Instead I began hauling sewing items from my shop to a soft floor. The list of things to complete has shortened a bit. A crocheted family name doilie was blocked, mounted and framed. Blue denim fabric was made ready for jeans with my old favorites used as the pattern.<br />
I cut up a twin bedspread into pillow shams for our master bedroom. Why? I found two matching spreads on clearance, but no shams. It is now re-purposed, and ready to sew. Zebra print fleece pillows for the granddaughters now sport black blanket stitching. The decoration also served as seams, and it kept my hands from becoming the devil's workshop.<br />
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I continued to work on organizing photos for my website and decorations in the house. I also enjoyed surfing for new ideas for infant and toddler clothing. Pinterest saw me for too many hours. <br />
The foot continued to heal all week. Lucie enjoy skinny dipping in the tub for the first time in three weeks. Added to the daily routine is light foot tapping and the lotion massage. I ran out of the wrap and Rick forgot to get it so I went to the web. I found they make it in all sorts of fun colors. Note to self - talk to Dr. C about this. Beige is so boring!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-32889464170634906992012-01-22T15:28:00.001-06:002012-01-22T15:36:21.100-06:00Just another day in paradise...I'm taking a break today from talking about my bunions. Not much new is happening with them. For the next ten days the routine will remain the same. Keep Lucie elevated 85% of the time. Rick and I calculated 10 minutes per hour is the in allowed time to be an upright position. But I took ten minutes each hour I am asleep and figured I had seventy or eighty minutes to be redistributed throughout the waking hours. Bonus!<br />
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Yesterday was a busy afternoon. I took the extra minutes per hour in the morning and fixed a pork roast with potatoes, carrots, and cabbage, It felt so good to be cooking again. Rick's brother and sister-in-law joined us for our noon meal. I had just plopped on the couch with my feet up when the doorbell rang. I felt like it took an hour to pry myself up, roll to the door and answer it. It was my niece in the mood for a nice, long catchup session. After several hours we both were spent and the door reopened. In bounced Kile, age 8 and Cavanaugh, age 5. Two weeks had passed since we were together and the hug meter was on empty for all of us.<br />
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Over the next several hours I was educated in the art of watching Phineas and Ferb. I learned how to tell them apart, their pet's name, the good guys, and the evil ones. The more I learned the less educated I felt.<br />
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During the course of the afternoon, we also explored t-shirt ideas for both of them. When I suggested Kile's next shirt must include a platypus he replied, "You sure know what I like." with a smile that engaged every part of his body. Best Compliment Ever!<br />
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Rick and I finished off the day watching a romantic comedy, my favorite genre of flick to watch.<br />
It was a great day, filled with people important to me. More Saturdays like this - bring 'em on.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-20560728714542349092012-01-20T12:46:00.000-06:002012-01-20T12:46:27.168-06:00Week Two: Bye, Bye Bunions!I am no longer a gremlin.<br />
Dr. Cervetti informed me at my two week post op check up that Lucie can wet. Gone are the days of no eating after midnight or never, ever get it wet.<br />
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Back to life as normal. Well not quite yet. Weight has been restricted for an additional two weeks. That will be a total of four weeks without walking like the majority of people. But seriously, it has not been a royal pain. It only sounded bad going in.<br />
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He also gave me step by step instructions on the proper way to wrap it, again! I guess the nurse who took off the one I had applied tattled on me. Epic failure!<br />
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I graduated to Week Two Post Op Instructions:<br />
1. Keep foot clean, dry and dressing intact, but can get it wet for short bursts.<br />
2. Non-weight bearing. Heal may be used for balance only.<br />
3. Elevate 85% of the time, approximately all but 10 minutes per hour. The first week this was easy - I didn't feel like it. The past few days I banked my night hours and used the time to cook, work at my desk for an hour or so at a time.<br />
4. Ice pack the foot for one minute on, the one minute off for ten minutes twice a day. I massage and lotion it before icing. I finish up by wrapping it again as detailed in my photos.<br />
5. Gentle toe tapping, only touching the floor lightly.<br />
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The bunny ears behind my foot belong to Dr. Cervetti. He made our visit productive and fun.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-66897440077107570692012-01-18T09:24:00.000-06:002012-01-18T09:24:34.664-06:00Bye, Bye Bunions Day 14Day 14 following bunion and tailor bunion surgery.<br />
I decided to reflect on if this was a good idea. <br />
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1. Less pain in Lucie (left foot) since surgery than I faced daily in the months leading up to the big change. The last few weeks my left foot was aching by noon. I was happy to sit at my desk and attend to the never ending paperwork. My toes felt like they were in a vice grip. My gray and hot pink tennis shoes, the only shoes I could wear all day without sharp pain in the ball of my foot, were tiresome, at best. <br />
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2. I have received lots of great attention. Phone calls, visits, cards,and meals delivered have been great diversions. I received loving care from 8 and 5 year old grandchildren, and panini sandwich from Eric and Trela. The Best Nephew Ever award goes Jordan. He stopped several times last with his Mom and came bearing gifts of roast beef, potatoes, vegetables and homemade dinner rolls from their family. And I can't forget to mention fresh cookies. Monday afternoon he came again and made lemon baked tilapia, warming ham (from Marlene & Dennis) for Rick, and cleaned the kitchen before heading home to do it all again. Last night four of my BFF slid into our yard toting chili, vegetable soup, fresh whole grain rolls, vegetables with dip and cheese cake bites. The best gift of all was their friendship and conversation. Yes, I have been spoiled. Love IS a verb.<br />
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3. Sleep derivation left my body. The first week is a bit of a blur, due to the amount of sleep I had. Didn't know I had it in me. I watched television and movies through my eyelids. The dark circles have not disappeared, maybe I should sleep more.<br />
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4. Time to write this blog. I have not had time to put my thoughts on paper, or in cyberspace for years. To spend part of my day in thought has been a blessing. I also put Christmas/New Year/Valentine's day photo and letter in the mail. As a result, I am getting more phone calls.<br />
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5. Rick had the opportunity to hone his domestic skills. He discovered he COULD manage meals, stack the dishwasher, and even empty it. Granted, my kitchen has been rearranged somewhat, but no complaints have escaped my lips. I am grateful.<br />
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6. My laptop computer became my constant companions. New techniques, skills and ideas have been absorbed by watching tutorials that were always too low on the totem pole of priorities.<br />
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7. Create TV garnered a new viewer. I enjoyed watching DIY programing. New ideas found their way to embed my computer.<br />
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CONS:<br />
1. Pain. See number #1 under Pros.<br />
2. Center of attention. See Number #2 as above.<br />
3. Exhaustion the first few days after surgery. See Number #3. <br />
4. I have spent the last 14 days parked on the couch. As you might guess, refer to # 4,6 and 7 under pros.<br />
5. Unable to do much housework. Duh! that's NOT a con. See #5.<br />
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In addition I have learned some new exercises. This doesn't come under Pro or Con. Just under Life's Necessary Things.<br />
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1. One routine is stair climbing - on your bottom. Going down a flight is a piece of cake. Left leg held high (good for upper leg muscles) right leg was strengthened when used a segment of the tripod, arms second and third legs. Huh? Returning to ground floor was a challenge. Again the three worked together to simultaneously raise body one step at a time. Lesson learned - three repeats - too much for the first day.<br />
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2. Sit ups. In the bathtub is a different venue, but still effective. Highlight was getting a nice shampoo.<br />
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I visit the doctor this afternoon. I hope to see the x-rays and compare the before and after. Opinions on pros and cons may change later today.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-20766231660119960042012-01-16T11:22:00.000-06:002012-01-16T11:22:24.132-06:00How to take a bath...Sunday was a long day. We had attended Mass on Saturday afternoon instead of our usual Sunday morning. We were both up bright and early so Rick could head to Missouri to visit our daughter. He had decided I am trustworthy and could leave me on my own. I have really graduated to independence.<br />
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I had visitors late morning. During the conversation we discussed bathing and the process for me. <br />
"Shall I blog about it?" I inquired with a smirk.<br />
Her answer hit my ears in spite of her giggles, "Sure, why not?"<br />
For those who are modest, you may wish to close your eyes.<br />
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Step 1. Remove the inert object from the couch. (That would be me.) This involved putting the black boot on (to protect my delicate parts from any bumps), adding a shoe and sock to my 'good' foot (to prevent slipping), and grabbing a crutch. Why only one? To grab TLC, renamed Nellie, and then to steady myself as I went from reclined to upright. Nellie was in position, brake on and I saddle up. Knee in place, hand brake released and I'm off to the bathroom.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__v2unuDXvfmU10IbvJCpWppS4Rx-0flVdWsiVQl1Spoe_6SOMt6oZfTejuapIdG350Bb0hzt3rqddQBEm7xHUOAInOjCwfON5WgRGmyD8-wJoAOR-9Nnj6tS84YH97-Vhcq8BOqlBWA/s1600/Flamingo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__v2unuDXvfmU10IbvJCpWppS4Rx-0flVdWsiVQl1Spoe_6SOMt6oZfTejuapIdG350Bb0hzt3rqddQBEm7xHUOAInOjCwfON5WgRGmyD8-wJoAOR-9Nnj6tS84YH97-Vhcq8BOqlBWA/s200/Flamingo.jpg" width="179" /></a>Step 2. Once Nellie and I are in the necessary room, I again apply the hand brake. "Whoa! Nellie." This keeps her in place while I dismount. I resemble a flamingo as I steady myself with my boot resting on the bottom of the throne until I sit. (Close you eyes). I remove the boot first, so it is easier to remove the clothing on the left leg. Once that is done, the boot goes back to it's appointed spot, my left foot. I think I will name my left foot, Lucie, for ease and from now on, my right foot is Rosie. Once Lucie is covered, it is easier to take care of Rosie and everything else. It's not long and I'm ready for the plunge. But first I must prepare my environment.<br />
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Step 3: With the heater keeping the bathroom toasty warm, I assemble everything needed for this project to be a success: Towels, bathmats, cleaning junk. Now, depending on the size of the anatomy a towel, bathmat or washcloth is placed on the tub edge. This is where I will sit before I can enter the tub. I'm not telling which terry cloth item I use, it's best to leave it to your imagination. This step is not necessary, but let me tell you this: Cast Iron Tubs Are Cold IF YOU DON"T. Hang all towels within easy reach.<br />
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Step 4. <br />
The Plunge. First I turn on the water and then I place my right arm on the far edge of the tub, rotate my body until I am parallel with the super sized basin, still sitting on the side. I swing Rosie and my leg follows and I place it in the tub. Meanwhile, Lucie positions on the side as I lower the remaining body part into the mini waterfalls at my head. I lay my back on the floor of the tub as the cascading water rinses my hair. I do a sit up each time I need shampoo, conditioner or soap. It actually works very well. Once my hair has had it's final rinse, I shut off the running water and continue to bath as usual, with Lucie hanging outside the tub. <br />
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Final Step.<br />
When it's time I reverse the process. Again, the right hand grasps the side, left hand on the opposite edge, stand on Rosie as I raise myself up, out and to the terrycloth still residing on the tub. (thought I was gonna let it slip which one I used, didn't you?) Once I am steady, I grab the towels placed within reach. First hand towel is placed on the toilet seat (the lid was closed first) and I move to the larger location. This is where I am grateful for a small room. Everything is so close together. I am able to finish towel drying from my perch. I remove the big black boot, hereby dubbed, BBB, to enable easy dressing, replace BBB and continue as normal. It is not long before I apply the brake to Nellie, mount my trusty steed so I can go to the next project on my list.<br />
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Bath and Shampoo. Check.<br />
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And now you know.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-21076774433310000932012-01-15T11:24:00.000-06:002012-01-15T11:24:11.841-06:00Weekend: Bye, Bye BunionsWow! These last few days I experienced lots of new things. I have kept busy with TLC, the house and on my couch.<br />
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Friday, the 13th is a superstitious day for some people. I barely noticed, and that was because news commentators informed me. It was a day of new independence for me. So I consider that lucky! I was allowed to take a bath all by myself. No spectators, no interference, just me and warm vanilla sugar. (My favorite Bath and Body Works scent.) My excellent behavior convinced Rick I would not do anything stupid and I could keep my balance. Actually, I think he really knew this all along, but wanted to enjoy the sight.<br />
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As the bathroom door shut behind me and I indulged myself in the peacefulness of the occasion, I couldn't help but revisit a time long ago. In my child rearing days the bathroom was the only place I could have any type of privacy. I remember my shower as my favorite time of day. I usually tried to sneak it in between early morning feeding of the current infant and the pitter patter of the current toddler's feet as they made a dash to the kitchen table for breakfast. Many days those precious few minutes were the only silent prayer time I eked out of my marathon day. I recall more than once getting spiritual direction as I prayed and washed simultaneously. You might say "I was washed clean."<br />
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These past few months Rick has taken on additional responsiblilities with his parents, their health and business. When those are added to hisonw business, community and family obligations, it makes him one busy man. So I spent most of Friday just being on the couch with minimal help. I nearly completed the Christmas card mailing that morning. My life long friend since 8th grade came and spent the afternoon. She came to work, but I much preferred her company. So we mostly chatted the afternoon away. We did accomplish making up the guest room beds with the clean bedding that had waited for two weeks. TLC was an immense help as I wheeled myself from the head to the foot of the beds. The rooms looked finished once again. Thanks, Joan! <br />
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Extreme Makeover: Home Addition. A program that I have watched on occasion, so it was no effort on my part to spend Friday evening with my foot in the air for their series finale. Pretty incredible the impact they have made in lives over the years. The houses they built in Joplin, MO appeared to be appropriate. Some of them in the past seemed over the top. Blah, blah...<br />
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Saturday morning was greeted with a cup of coffee and a friend at the door. She had come to clean the house for me. But I noticed her leg was bandaged and she explained she had surgery earlier in the week. That was the end of floor duty for this week. Instead we sat and exchanged ideas and had an awesome 'girl to girl' conversation. Mindy helped me get our laundry started so I could wheel myself to the utility room as loads completed their weekly 'now wearable in public' cycles.<br />
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The conversation with a former TLC rider gave me the notion to try skills at bulldozing, rider style. I soon figured out the most efficient method of moving laundry baskets from room to room. All those years of tractor/grain cart operations came in handy. I can add laundry service back to my list of things I can do for myself. In the last 10 days, every day chores have gone from almost impossible to manageable, but slower. I can live with that.<br />
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Rick and I attended Mass in the afternoon. The weather was nice and I enjoyed the snowmobiles and the excited enthusiasts I saw along the drive. Rick packed the TLC and I was able to make my way to the pew unassisted. Our parish priest raised his eyebrows a bit as I rolled myself down the center aisle after the majority of the congregations had exited the church. Wish we had a church calender, I think I could have made one of the month's pin up parishioners. :)<br />
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NO, I did not watch Miss America. But am glad Miss Wisconsin won. Way to represent the Midwest.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-88414435699833138922012-01-13T19:56:00.000-06:002012-01-13T19:56:07.341-06:00Progress continues bye, bye bunionsIt seems I have initiated a new routine. . Thursday morning found me bright eyed and bushy tailed before five. I wheeled to the kitchen and made my lazy latte. Early morning is my favorite time of day. After devotions, I began reading a new book, Papa's Wife, copyright 1955. (That was a great year!) My mom loaned me the series of three. One of my goals during this recovery was to read more.<br />
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I found too much wheeling and dealing with TLC, gave me back spasms so I spent the majority of the day on my perch. Rick, my favorite fix it man, adjusted the height on TLC and it helped some. Thursday became one of the days before Christmas because I spent the majority of the day writing notes on our annual Christmas letter.<br />
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At noon I ventured to the kitchen. Withdrawal had set it. Out came my cast iron skillet, an onion, chef knife and cutting board. It didn't take long to slice, dice and saute the onion. Oh the smell that tickled my sniffer as I stirred and smiled. It felt so good! I finished one of my favorite ways to fix spinach and popped the dish into the oven. <br />
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Rick ran business errands all morning and came in hungry for left over roast and vegetables, courtesy of sister-in-law, Sally. That was fine with me. "No problem, my spinach can be my supper." The meal of roast beef, potatoes, carrots, and cabbage tasted as good as the first time around<br />
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I wheeled myself to my shop for a bit in the afternoon. My booted foot rested on my desk as I answered the phone and caught up on a bit of paperwork. Soon, the couch called my name and I was quite happy to answer it.<br />
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Thursday was a pretty quiet day. The snow sprinkled whiteness all day and the wind was intent on spreading the love around. It was a good day to stay inside and be glad I had no reason to go outside.<br />
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I enjoyed my evening meal of spinach casserole, followed my dessert of fresh apple dipped into my favorite fruit dip: low-fat vanilla yogurt blended with peanutbutter. <br />
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I had a bit of pain in my left foot in the afternoon. Probably because I spent more time in a vertical position than previous days and also I began my foot exercises. Bend, rotate, repeat. It wasn't enough discomfort to pop a pill, just enough to let me know to 'go slowly'.<br />
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After such an exhausting day, the sandman came for a visit shortly after eight.<br />
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Spinach Casserole:<br />
15 ounces fresh spinach<br />
1/2 onion, diced<br />
1-12 oz carton low fat cottage cheese<br />
2 eggs, beaten<br />
4 ounces sharp cheddar cheese<br />
Olive oil<br />
Saute onion in small amount olive until softened and brown. Add spinach and stir until it is wilted.<br />
In a small bowl, combine eggs, cottage cheese and shredded cheese. Add spinach/onion mix and pour in an oiled casserole dish. Bake for one hour in a 350 degree onion or until set. Enjoy.<br />
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Fruit Dip:<br />
Three Tablespoons LowFat/Sugar Free Vanilla Yogurt<br />
1 heaping teaspoon natural peanutbutter.<br />
Blend until well mixed. Enjoy with fresh apple wedges, banana slices, or your favorite fresh fruit.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-46895993290502007502012-01-12T06:47:00.000-06:002012-01-12T06:47:36.643-06:00Bye, Bye Bunions Day 7Seven days ago I was at the hospital preparing for bunion, and tailor bunion surgery. The last week has been much easier than I anticipated. Pain level - little to none, certainly nothing to write about. Treatment from my husband, Rick - A+. He has done things around the house that are out of his comfort zone and I am grateful. Dishes washed, floors swept, food prepared and my needs attended. What more could I ask of him?<br />
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Wednesday morning was a big outing for me. I had an appointment with my podiatrist to check the progress. I felt like a rich babe with a chauffeur as I sat in the back seat and Rick drove me around town. Rick had packed TLC, so I wheeled myself into the building. Once my name was called, off I zipped, only to be told to slow down. Oops, sorry nurse.<br />
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The big black boot came off, along with the dressings and for the first time I saw my foot. It actually looked better than I envisioned. Parts were bruised, I expected that, but swelling was less than I had imagined. The coolest thing - my foot was straight. This was a new experience for me - to look down at a pretty foot. It doesn't look like my left foot belongs to me.<br />
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Dr. Cervetti came in, said everything looked good. My foot held no surprises for him. He explained in easy terms what he did. Basically, he cut bones on both sides of my foot, realigned the bones, and screwed the bones back together. I would have expected more pain than I experienced. I must have chosen the best podiatrist in our area to fix me up. :)<br />
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After we exchanged jokes, and I gave him the address for this blog, he and Rick got into a discussion about Rick's feet! Rick may be next...<br />
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Generally, I followed instructions for recovery well. If grades were awarded, I received a B+, maybe an A-. What did she do wrong you must be asking yourself. <br />
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I stayed off my foot, no weight on it, didn't bump it, iced it several times a day, took medicine if needed, used crutches or TLC, BUT I didn't take the big black boot off at all. I thought I was supposed to leave it on for protection, support, etc. Wrong! I should have removed it several times a day so it didn't sweat. The boot was damp. Gotcha, Doc! <br />
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My next adventure was Walmart. Rick needed some things at Farm and Fleet, so I convinced him to let me get a few craft supplies and groceries. TLC was great. I wheeled myself to the craft department, sauntered through groceries and was checking out when he called to say he was finished. Along the way I visited with a kind gentleman who stopped to inquire about my 'ride'. I able to carry all the purchases in the bicycle basket attached to TLC. It felt good to be on my own, if even for a few minutes. But I must admit, I was exhausted when I parked myself in the back seat and was grateful for the chance to just be still.<br />
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The rest of the day was spent resting with my foot up, boot off. I worked on Christmas cards, looked on my Nook to find the next book to read, and took a nap. Rick picked up Cavanaugh and Kile, my normal Wednesday afternoon routine. He had a meeting in the evening, so I was on my own for my evening meal. I reheated a bowl of California Vegetable soup, spread a homemade roll, from Sally, with peanut butter, and managed to make it back to my perch on the couch. <br />
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Sleepy time came early for me on Day Number 7. It was a big day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-92204157980643788492012-01-10T16:33:00.001-06:002012-01-10T17:14:20.808-06:00Bye, Bye Bunions Day 5 & 6The Good Fairy still exists! She visited my home yesterday morning shortly before ten. And she brought a gift! It is a TLC, meaning Turning Leg Caddy, more commonly known as 'the leg scooter'. Phyllis, you are a dear! It is so generous of you to loan me the TLC. It has made my life easier. I made Rick pretty nervous several times when I zipped around to get my coffee or use the necessary room.<br />
"Be careful on that thing!" he scolded, " you are going to run over your good foot."<br />
"No problem," I retorted, "I'm having surgery later on that foot. Might as well get my money's worth." <br />
In reality, I did run over my right toe a few times. I have learned better control. And crutches are no longer this gals best friend. It is the TLC.<br />
The pain level the last two days was quite bearable. I had twinges every once in a while, but as long as my foot remains propped, it is far less pain than I experienced before surgery. I am not taking an pain medication today.<br />
Why did I wait so long to have this done?<br />
A. I didn't have time before Christmas.<br />
B. I wanted to wait until the pain from my feet would be worse than the pain from my surgery.<br />
C. I wanted to wait until Rick was finished with fall field work so he could wait on me.<br />
D. All of the above.<br />
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If you picked letter 'D', you are correct.<br />
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I had a wonderful visit on Monday afternoon with my sister-in-law and nephew. Before they left, supper was made and all Rick had to do was reheat. We feasted on spaghetti, green beans and toasted garlic cheese bread.<br />
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Lest you think I am turning into a sloth I will share my goals for this recovery time. <br />
1. write something every day.<br />
2. mail my Christmas photo card and letter before January is over.<br />
3. Play around with my design software and learn more techniques.<br />
4. Scrapbook our trip to Zimbabwe.<br />
5. Read lots of books.<br />
Today I finished "Dare to Love Completely" by Janine Roberts. It is a memoir of her journey to Fairfield Childrens Home in Mutare, Zimbabwe. I had the pleasure of meeting her and the seventy five plus orphaned children there. You can read of her work at www.hopeofzim.blogspot.com<br />
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Today I also learned about the papa bear syndrome. I was quite familiar with the mama bear syndrome and not to mess with baby bear. But I didn't realize how the papa bear can rear up on his hind quarters and roar when he thinks mama bear has endangered herself. Interpretation: Don't sneak into the bathroom and think you can take a bath by yourself without his approval. Boy! Did I hear the riot act. In reality, his love for me shone brightly. He was concerned that I might slip as I entered or exited the tub with only one leg for support. "Mary gets to take a bath by herself!" fell on deaf ears. So when I was finished I waited patiently for him to return and was very grateful he was there to assist. I knew I should have lost 20 pounds before I did this. Too much weight to maneuver. And to think I used to be a fairly decent athletic. Those were the days...<br />
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Back to the Christmas cards...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722368040058233715.post-3965345809746330102012-01-09T17:37:00.000-06:002012-01-09T17:37:39.024-06:00Bye, Bye, Bunions! day 4Sunday was an interesting day. I awoke full of energy. I imagine it was due to the great night's sleep. I decided it was time to clean, my body, not my house. Thursday until Sunday was too long to go without a bath or shower. But I remembered the doctor's instruction on how to treat my foot - never, ever get it wet. I guess I was still in the 'gremlin' instruction. You know, no eating after midnight, no water. So I postponed the ordeal until it was way past necessary. <br />
Of course, Rick volunteered for the job of helping. When I mentioned that I could probably handle it myself, he seemed so disappointed, that I quickly changed my mind on my independence.<br />
I hobbled into the bathroom while he ran water into the tub. I found that laying with my leg dangling out of the tub, resting on the toilet, kept it away from the water. I parked my head below the faucet so the incoming water acted as a miniature shower. I washed and conditioned my hair in this manner, and the rest seemed like a piece of cake. Soon I was ready to move to step two, finding clothes that fit over my boot. In no time at all, I was ready to make the trek to Sunday Mass. I wanted to arrive early, not to practice with the choir, but to be in the front pew before many people arrived. Rick wheeled me up in the church's wheelchair and then returned it to the lobby in case anyone else needed it.<br />
Attending Mass felt wonderful. It is usually the highlight of my week, so I appreciated the chance to go. However, about two thirds into the Mass, I began to loose steam. Exhaustion set in and I was grateful for the wheelchair to get me back to our car. The couch looked might good and I spent the afternoon sleeping. <br />
Pain medication was needed in the afternoon. I guess I overdid taking a bath AND attending Mass in the same day. (Sort of think I couldn't go to church unless I had done the bath thing first). I took a pain medication two times yesterday, once in the afternoon, and a second tablet before bed. I kept my foot elevated for the rest of the day, leaving my couch only to visit the necessary room. At this time, my shop is NOT considered a necessary room. That only leaves one other room. You figure it out. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1