No Strings Attached

I woke this morning wanting to paint. I have been writing my life story and seem to be in a creative mode. I hope it lasts a while and I can paint something worth keeping. As for the life story, it’s too late to change history.

I bought a nurse styled pullover top size XXL so it would cover me when I paint. I think I will buy the pants to go with it because Ms Kitty loves the strings on my paint apron and she is constantly pulling them. This battle of wills has been going on for years, and I know when I’m licked…she can have it. I give up!

Maybe I Can

I painted this morning! It’s not good but I finished a painting I started over a year ago. I was thinking about throwing it out when two people said they liked it. I have come to the conclusion that I have to change style. I can no longer do small detail, because of the tremors. I had stopped painting but I’m going to try again.

Medical Weight Loss

I was worried about my increasing weight but putting off doing anything about it, when I begin to think about a medical weight-loss establishment I had investigated briefly while on the Lindora weight loss program. It offered about the same thing for a fraction of the price, but Lindora already had my money and gives NO Refunds!

I completed the Lindora program with good results, but that was in 2007 and now I need help. I had stopped by the office of the Medical Weight-Loss Clinic and liked what they had to say, but I had a LOT of diet food from two other diets. I left without signing up, but I kept getting the re-occurring feeling that I should go back. Again I stopped by on a Thursday, and found they were closed on Thursday. The feeling persisted that I needed to go back. On Saturday morning I awoke with determination to get on the program today! They don’t take new patients on Saturday, but I made an appointment for the following Tuesday.

I met Dr.Lundahl,MD. He is the owner and he is only there on Tuesday. This is when I realized what the sill small voice was that kept sending me back. He is my age and is LDS. We had a long consultation, most of it personal. We both had served a Stake Mission and were athletes in our youth, and now suffered aches from old athletic injuries. We belong to the same Stake. He and his wife like to travel and so do I. I told him I had been mothers care giver.

When I started to leave I put out my hand to shake hands, and he pulled me close and whispered in my ear that he was going to give me a discount because I was so cute?
He has a sense of humor. The discount is 50%, costing me $20.00 per week instead of $40.00 per week for three visits to get vitamin B shots.

I am counting carbohydrates, 45 per day, and proteins, 120 per day, and getting good results. I am down five pounds for one week. I know it is mostly water weight and will slow down, but I’ll take what I can get. I’m very pleased.

Gold is Just a Metal

Gold is just metal and metal is hard and cold. The golden years we all work so hard for is a time for evaluating life. It like the metal can be hard and cold. I am seventy-eight years old and the loved ones that share my childhood memories are either gone or going at an alarming rate.

The electronic age is difficult for me to understand. I try but as soon as I partially master one thing another is on the market and I’m in the dark again. My head remembers how to do many things that my body can no longer master.

My younger family members are loving and kind but their life is on a different time table and the cares of family, work and school are demanding their time and attention and energy. And that is as it should be.

I have become obsolete! The talents that I once possessed (dancing, painting, athletics) that gave me much pleasure are difficult or imposable to perform. My energy and mobility level is better than many my age but it is limiting my participation in life.

The dinosaur was not meant to live forever! With that in mind I will count my blessings and thank my Heavenly Father for them.

I can do this!

Yesterday Sister Harry and I went the Bishops store house and entered data on the computer. They are in need of volunteers for this work and it is something I can do. I am thinking about volunteering on one day a week. I was told to wait a week and phone to set up a schedule or just phone when I wanted to come in. There are only two computers and they can only use two volunteers at a time.

I have a new ping-pong playing Elder. Elder Larkin wants to play at 6:30 am for his morning exercise. This morning I won the first game and lost the next two. We are evenly matched and it was great fun and good exercise. When I told him that I am 78 years old he said, "I lost a game to a 78 year old women!" He is a fine young man and I am blessed to have him here.

Sonic Purr!

I’m just back after a wonderful ten day vacation in Hawaii, and Ms. Kitty’s welcome home celebration is going strong. I have trouble doing anything within her reach. I can’t write without her bumping my hand, and she walks across the keyboard when I use the computer. This is all in an effort to be petted.

Last night, when we went to bed, Ms. Kitty insisted on being loved. After I closed my eyes she butted me between the eyes with her head. This morning she dug at the blanket to locate my hand, and while purring at high volume, she struck her nose deep into my left ear. This had the effect of a sonic boom, and I jerked my head away and said, “No.” Now no to Ms. Kitty means, “Stop only if you want to do so.” She continued to purr (not in my ear), and later groomed my left eyebrow with her tongue. I gave up and got up for the day. This didn’t stop the love fest, but I am now up and awake and better able to defend myself from Ms. Kitty’s unconventional love gestures.

Hawaii was lovely, and visiting with family and holding my two-month-old great-granddaughter Clara was sweet, but there is no place like home, and only one Ms. Kitty!