Five weeks ago I wrote that I was suffering from a funk-ish mood and was verging on depression. Deep down I truly know that bad days come and go and the that the-sun-will-come-out-tomorrow. It's a little tough when things are going badly but if we just keep putting one foot in front of the other the path gets less bumpy and we can walk out of the forest.
So where am I today? The market and our retirement nest egg have recovered and the prospect of me ending up a bag lady is once again off the radar hahaha. I feel a little better about my looks or maybe I have just accepted that what-will-be-will-be (gee I am chock full of time-tested affirmations today). And most amazing, I feel that after several months of daily devotion to my Bat Mitzvah workbook, I am finally doing better, maybe even OK.
My gratitude meter is UP. I have so much to look forward to and be thankful for.
Life is Good.
;-)
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Nostalgia
We put in a new pantry in the kitchen. It's gorgeous.
I got to chose the pantry door and the flooring. I picked a decidedly old-fashioned motif etched on the frosted glass door. It goes well with my other furnishings which is a good thing since the kitchen is visible from almost everywhere in our open-style home.
I knew I'd never get the pantry floor to match the existing tile so I decided to get something completely different. My thoughts drifted to the bathroom floor in our first apartment (built circa 1925) - those ubiquitous small hexagon white tiles that seemed to be the only tile flooring offered for several decades. Still to be found almost everywhere, only now they are labelled "vintage". You guessed it, that's my new pantry floor.
Hubby suggested we get a step stool for the pantry to reach the high shelves. Again my thoughts wandered to our first apartment when my mother-in-law insisted that a Cosco chair with fold out steps was a necessity and gave us one for a gift. Oh yes, they too are still available (from the same company!), now labelled "retro" and oh yes, they have it in a beautiful shade of deep red. You guessed it, that's my new step stool.
It occurred to me that the "new" dishes I purchased for this home are also vintage - Franciscan Apple (see blog entry). Hmm, I am thinking that I am perhaps slipping into a nostalgic haze where I seek comforting tangible goods from bygone times.
OK, I can live with that!
;-)
I got to chose the pantry door and the flooring. I picked a decidedly old-fashioned motif etched on the frosted glass door. It goes well with my other furnishings which is a good thing since the kitchen is visible from almost everywhere in our open-style home.
I knew I'd never get the pantry floor to match the existing tile so I decided to get something completely different. My thoughts drifted to the bathroom floor in our first apartment (built circa 1925) - those ubiquitous small hexagon white tiles that seemed to be the only tile flooring offered for several decades. Still to be found almost everywhere, only now they are labelled "vintage". You guessed it, that's my new pantry floor.
Hubby suggested we get a step stool for the pantry to reach the high shelves. Again my thoughts wandered to our first apartment when my mother-in-law insisted that a Cosco chair with fold out steps was a necessity and gave us one for a gift. Oh yes, they too are still available (from the same company!), now labelled "retro" and oh yes, they have it in a beautiful shade of deep red. You guessed it, that's my new step stool.
It occurred to me that the "new" dishes I purchased for this home are also vintage - Franciscan Apple (see blog entry). Hmm, I am thinking that I am perhaps slipping into a nostalgic haze where I seek comforting tangible goods from bygone times.
OK, I can live with that!
;-)
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Back To The Future Day
Well, it doesn't look like the Cubs will win the World Series this year although they have come closer than they have in a long while. A lot of the other things envisioned by the 1985 movie are also still waiting. But things certainly have changed for me since 1985.
My career was still in its infancy in 1985 and now I am a contented retiree. I don't obsess about finances or my weight nearly as much (they seemed to be my driving forces in 1985) as both are stable and in good shape. I don't worry about where to live or getting more stuff or feeling the need to compete for well, anything.
I still love my hubby and we still have big fun. We have more friends than ever and thankfully, our health is good (poo poo poo). I love where we live and our pretty house. Our "problems" are little (actually minuscule).
Yes, Back To The Future Day turned out pretty well.
I wouldn't go back thirty years even with a time machine... except to spend more time with my parents and BFF...
;-)
My career was still in its infancy in 1985 and now I am a contented retiree. I don't obsess about finances or my weight nearly as much (they seemed to be my driving forces in 1985) as both are stable and in good shape. I don't worry about where to live or getting more stuff or feeling the need to compete for well, anything.
I still love my hubby and we still have big fun. We have more friends than ever and thankfully, our health is good (poo poo poo). I love where we live and our pretty house. Our "problems" are little (actually minuscule).
Yes, Back To The Future Day turned out pretty well.
I wouldn't go back thirty years even with a time machine... except to spend more time with my parents and BFF...
;-)
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Be Still
I turned off the TV. I shut down the noise and listened to the quiet. I calmed my mind.
I erased thoughts of housework, problems, money and schedules. I gave myself permission to skip the concert at the Temple tonight, the craft fair, reading the next book club selection and the birthday party.
I pretended I am retired in Tennessee and rocking on my front porch. I folded up the paper without reading it.
I sipped my coffee. I refused to obsess about things out of my control.
My motto for today: Be Still and Know That I Am.
Happiness! And Peace...
I erased thoughts of housework, problems, money and schedules. I gave myself permission to skip the concert at the Temple tonight, the craft fair, reading the next book club selection and the birthday party.
I pretended I am retired in Tennessee and rocking on my front porch. I folded up the paper without reading it.
I sipped my coffee. I refused to obsess about things out of my control.
My motto for today: Be Still and Know That I Am.
Happiness! And Peace...
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Gift
My Sisterhood Cruise roommate and friend is celebrating 16 Cancer free years! Her doting husband is throwing her a party but because she has been under-the-weather lately (nothing to do with cancer, Thank God). It's going to be short, only an hour. Never fear, he said, there will be platters upon platters of all kinds of tasty food. Don't eat all day and make no dinner plans he cautioned.
My friend Maxie asked me at services last night what I am giving her for a gift. I said it was something from the heart, a personal possession.
When my BFF was diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer in 1996 at the age of 45 I bought us matching Patricia Locke breast cancer pins. She loved hers! I guessed she would as we were both huge fans of Patricia Locke jewelry.
My BFF fought her cancer bravely and when she passed away in June 2006, she was cancer free. Her death was caused by medical malpractice and radiation poisoning, not cancer. As you know, Dear Diary, we were "besties" for 40 years and I still miss her everyday and always will.
Tonight I am giving my pin to my new friend to celebrate her own victory. I hope she likes it and wears it as proudly as Sheryl, my angel, did.
My friend Maxie asked me at services last night what I am giving her for a gift. I said it was something from the heart, a personal possession.
When my BFF was diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer in 1996 at the age of 45 I bought us matching Patricia Locke breast cancer pins. She loved hers! I guessed she would as we were both huge fans of Patricia Locke jewelry.
My BFF fought her cancer bravely and when she passed away in June 2006, she was cancer free. Her death was caused by medical malpractice and radiation poisoning, not cancer. As you know, Dear Diary, we were "besties" for 40 years and I still miss her everyday and always will.
Tonight I am giving my pin to my new friend to celebrate her own victory. I hope she likes it and wears it as proudly as Sheryl, my angel, did.
Saturday, October 3, 2015
My Sukkot Sermon
Last night I gave the sermon at the Friday night services. As promised, I am posting it here.
All the time I was growing up, my father and mother never had the same day off, except for Christmas, when we had our once a year breakfast of lox and smoked fish. They never went out to eat, or to a movie.
I got a bit verklempt at the end and kind of faltered. It was hard to get out the last couple of lines.
Everyone seemed to like it (again, I think its greatest attribute was that it was short). I hope Dad was listening and that I made him proud.
Our Temple "Sermonator" Marlene asked me to speak about Abundance because this
week is Sukkot, or Sukkas as I learned it, the joyous festival that celebrates
the Great Abundance that fills our lives. Jews forsake their normal dwelling
places to eat, and even sleep, in humble sukkahs. This contrast reminds us of All
Our Blessings and the open night sky makes us feel closer to God.
A few years ago a Facebook friend posted one of those
quizzes that promises to tell you about yourself. This one asked “Is your glass half full or
half empty?”
My friend’s sister quickly replied: “Glass?? What glass? Did everybody get a
glass?? I didn’t get a glass!” Haha
I did not have to take the quiz to get my answer. I wrote:
“My cup runneth over and I never forget it”.
What I know about abundance I learned from my father
whose Yartzeit happens to be this week.
Although he was a Yeshiva Boker, a learned man, my father did not feel
the calling to be a Rabbi or Cantor. He was content to lead the prayers, sing,
and blow the Shofar on the High Holidays.
Dad worked in a jewelry store six full days a week.
Wednesday was his one day off. He would
pick me up from school for lunch between his many errands. We feasted on canned sardines, bananas and
sour cream, and maybe a kichel from the Jewish bakery.
All the time I was growing up, my father and mother never had the same day off, except for Christmas, when we had our once a year breakfast of lox and smoked fish. They never went out to eat, or to a movie.
When my folks finally retired, they bought a one bedroom,
second floor walkup condo in Kings Point in Delray Beach Florida. Kings Point was a precursor in concept to The
Villages, except it was almost 100% Jewish.
Oh how happy they were! No more cold winters waiting at bus stops! They had a clothes dryer instead of a line
strung in the basement, and cable TV!! They
had time to run errands, or read, or take a nap. They took an exercise class called Slimnastics,
ate the $1.99 breakfast special every day at the Bagel Tree, and lounged by the
pool.
Best of all, my father could finally go to the synagogue as
much as he wanted. He could show off his tremendous knowledge and beautiful
voice, and he quickly became a Big Macker. When he passed away, the entire
congregation came to mourn.
If you asked him, my Father would say he was the richest
man in the world.
Khag Sukkot Sameach!
Abundant Blessings to all of us! And Shabbat Shalom!
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