Hear Ye, Hear Ye?

When our kids were younger, we used to watch nighttime TV all huddled together in our bed. We did this because my sister-in-law, her husband and their 6 children, lived upstairs and our living room was below the kid’s bedroom. Kids, being kids, are naturally loud and even more so when there are 6 of them sharing one room. So, we migrated to our bedroom and made cozy memories as a family. 

One of our favorite shows was “Boy Meets World”. One of my favorite episodes was when they portrayed the four teenage characters as senior citizens. In that episode they were all having lunch in a diner, dressed like they were in their 80’s and talking like they couldn’t hear and had no teeth. Their conversation went something like this…
“So. How’s the fish?”
“Niiice…”
“What?”
“Who?
“They want you to take the rolls!”

Some of us in my original family, the one minus my husband, kids, and grandkids, have hearing problems, namely, my Dad, and myself; though my sister in NJ said she doesn’t hear well either. Dad’s hearing loss was due to many years of working around very loud, heavy machinery. Dad was a mechanic. So, his is not hereditary. Mine and, most likely my sister’s, was a gift from our Grandma Moon. Nothing to do with the outside world. When I went for my first real hearing test to see if I actually had hearing loss, the doctor assumed that I’d gone to a lot of loud, heavy metal concerts in my teens. I told her I’d only been to two concerts in my life and I was pretty sure that the Osmond Brothers and Johnny Cash didn’t exactly qualify for the “heavy metal” category. She agreed and asked about older close relatives with hearing loss. That’s when I first realized it was my Grandma. Grandma Moon lived with us and our daily afternoon tea times consisted of all of us girls, Mom, my sisters and I, shouting so Gram could hear us even with her hearing aid.

I first realized I was probably losing my hearing when our first grandchild, our only granddaughter, started speaking in her adorable, little, high-pitched voice and I couldn’t hear her. Around that same time, I began teaching middle and high school classes and realized I couldn’t hear most of the boys either. And so, I bought and began wearing hearing aids, every single day. I love them. My Dad, who will be 86 this March, has a pair of hearing aids that he got from the VA. He doesn’t wear them every single day. He doesn’t wear them at all. He hates them. 

Erma Bombeck once said, “If you can’t make it better, you can laugh at it!” A wonderful truth. Case in point…

The other day Mom came up with a brilliant idea to communicate better with Dad. 

“What about this, Rox? What if Dad and I learn sign language?”
Mom is 80. Dad will be 86 in March. I was going to laugh until I realized Mom was serious. All I could picture is Mom trying to sign to Dad and Dad thinking Mom was having some kind of an arthritic seizure. And so I told Mom I didn’t think it was a good idea.
“What if I get a small chalkboard and write things out to him?”
“No, Mom, I don’t think that will work either.”
We decided she should just move closer to Dad when she talks. Problem solved…at least for now.

One of the perks of hearing loss is that, since I don’t hear very well,  I sleep very soundly. Rain, thunderstorms, hurricanes, sonic booms (remember I live in Florida)…no problem. My husband, on the other hand, is a very light sleeper. The hum of a fan can keep him awake. Personally, I consider his excellent hearing to be somewhat of a curse at night.  He may not agree, especially when he’s trying to talk to me from across the room and I am already hearing aid free. I always try to guess what he’s saying. I never get it right. Our conversations usually end up sounding something like this.

“Do you find your key?”
“Yeah, I have to pee.”

“I’m feeling much better.”
“I know, I brought my sweater.”

“Do you think you can cut my hair soon?”
“What happened to the chair in the room?”

You get the idea. Further proof that getting old is not for the faint of heart. But it sure can be fun because, depending on how you look at it, it’s really not that big a deal! 

 

 

 

 

 


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A Little Bit of History…

Hello Everyone,

First, I’d like to apologize for last week’s post. Though I posted it in full on my blog, it ended abruptly when posted and, as my Fairy Blog Mother said, “so did 2020.” 

This week I am copying a post that I received on facebook from the Accidental Talmudist called The Silent Holocaust Hero. Here it is in full, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. A little history, a lot of goodness in humans during difficult times…something we all can use! Thank you for reading my blog. I appreciate each and every one of you! Many thanks to accidentaltalmudist.org 

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Hair Today…Gone Tomorrow

I have hair.
A LOT of hair.
It has been decided, by my mother years ago, and more recently by my husband and I, that I have too much hair for my face.

It was, kind of, always this way. When I was a little girl, I was given a pixie so my mother could continue to care for my siblings and retain her sanity without having to deal with my hair and it’s almost too many to count cowlicks.

Have you ever thought about the origin of the word “cowlick”? I know its definition is “a tuft of hair that grows in the wrong direction,” but where did the word come from? According to Google, “The term ‘cowlick’ originates from the domestic bovine’s habit of licking it’s young, which results in a swirling pattern in the hair.” Hmm…I may need to have a talk with my Mom.

But, I digress…

Since moving to sunny, very humid, Florida, I think it’s safe to say my hair has grown. Now, of course, everybody’s hair grows vertically; but, not unlike my body, my hair has grown horizontally. It has grown horizontally to the point that, when brushed out, I have a good old fashioned, 1970’s “fro”….Remember Rosanna, Rosanna, Danna?

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It’s the Week Before Christmas…

And all through our home…the boys, oh, the boys…how they run, how they roam!

Our family is unique in many ways. One of those ways is that both my husband and our son own UPS Stores. My husband’s is in the town we live in, our son’s is the next town over. Not only that, our oldest daughter, Rachel, is the manager of my husband’s store. Christmas, as you can imagine, is unbelievably busy. Everyone is working everyday. Eric pulls in Kylene, his wife, for a few days; our granddaughter, who blatantly expresses her hatred of work, goes in to earn some extra cash; and I am put on Nana duty.

I don’t mind Nana duty, it’s fun and it’s gotten much easier now that the boys are older. This week I only had Eric and Kylene’s two boys, Colby and Sawyer for two days. Of course, if Colby and Sawyer are here then Rachel and Thomas’ two boys, Caleb and Gavin, have got to be here, too. Four boys, lots of noise, lots of guns, lots of hide and seek, and me. I turn down my hearing aids and let them loose. The only room off limits is my bedrooom. Everything else is fair game. The only catch, they have to clean up after themselves. In years past, Nana duty was much different. In years past Nana duty went like this…

December 16, 2015 ~

~Day Two is now over.
‘Twas as easy as can be.
I’m enjoying my days of my four boys and me.
This day brought new fun and at least one surprise.
A giant, fun fort that lit up all their eyes.
But that was not all, no there’s more to be said.
Fat Cat found a lizard, it wasn’t quite dead.
I squirted the cat, which released the poor guy.
I put it outside, but it was missing one eye.
“Stella puked in our fort!” was another new phrase.
But that wasn’t the worst of Day Two’s fun time ways.
“My sock’s on the wrong foot!”
“I have to go pee! Quick Nana, come into the bathroom with me!”
The pee-pee dance was in full swing as I came to assist.
As I helped on my foot I could feel a few ‘drips’.
“I got some on my pants and my underpants, too.”
I had no heart to tell him it was also on my shoe.
And so ends Day Two, it was really a blast.
Just a fun, busy day and it won’t be the last!

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Five years later, I still enjoy Nana duty because, after all, it’s really not that big a deal!

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A 2020 Thanksgiving

I’m not gonna lie, there have been times throughout this year when, in my head, I can hear Barbara Walters saying, “This is 2020”. I can’t help but think that she was somehow warning us all those years ago. Every week she said the same thing and did we listen? Nope.

Thanksgiving preparations this year began with a decision to divide and celebrate in smaller groups. We did this for our three elderly family members, who were somewhat uncomfortable with our normal gathering of 24. Being considerate of us, they had said they’d stay home. Being considerate of them, we divided into three, much smaller celebrations. It was still Thanksgiving, just not what we’re used to.  But, this was just the beginning…

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Days of Parents and Refrigerators

As a rule, I really enjoy Thursdays. Though our weeks tend to get busy with life, Thursdays are usually our day with my parents. A day when we get them out of the house for a little bit. It is usually a relaxing day because they don’t do anything fast. One of the perks of being with them is moving at their pace. It is a good thing. Sometimes the date is moved, but Thursday is usually their day. However, one Thursday last month we did not get together with my parents. One Thursday last month something else happened that day.

She was old. I did my best to keep her clean, but when things get that old, it’s that much more difficult. There are cracks, breaks, leaks and unidentifiable build-ups. Things that can’t be helped when you’re old, especially when you’re an old refrigerator. (I bet you thought I was talking about my Mom. Just so you know, she may creak a little, but Mom would never have unidentifiable build-ups.)

In her day, she was very pretty. A big, black, side-by-side. I don’t know what it’s called but her exterior was “bumpy.” Her ice machine always gave her trouble and then, finally, just froze up and died. She had survived a family of five, three of them being teens into young adulthood. The constant opening and closing, the opening and staring, the opening and slamming…light on, light off, light on again, while they try to make up their minds if they wanted something or not. After they got married and moved out, she survived the short-term return of the now-marrieds-with-children. After almost 20 years, she had done her time and, I could tell, she was looking forward to retirement. However, I am married to a man who was raised by parents that lived through the Great Depression. He was taught to fix rather than replace. Personally, this has worked in my favor. He’s fixed my feet, my teeth, and my jaw without the slightest hint of looking for a better model and, for that, I am grateful. But, when your refrigerator shelves are held together with wide-band clear tape; well, I think it’s time. Still, I held my tongue. My hope was for one of those shiny, french-door, bottom freezer models. Of course, I made sure Cliff knew that, just in case he found some great sale that he couldn’t pass up.

After 41 years, I know how the man works. I ask for something and then, if he declines, I ask him if I can manipulate him in any way. (I am an honest manipulator.) He tends to say, no, as in this case; but I feel like I at least made the effort. We’ve been doing a lot of house renovations and spending a lot of money and so, I did understand and tried my best not to complain. He, on the other hand, was sneaky. He came across a great deal at Home Depot, realized he had a coupon to add and bought it, all while I was sleeping. The next thing I knew, he was talking about how our Thursday plans would have to change. That happens so I thought nothing of it. A little while later he was on his laptop and showed me a big, beautiful, shiny, french door, bottom freezer, with all the bells and whistles and said with a smile, “It’s coming on Thursday”.

When it came we just stared, not because it was absolutely beautiful, which it was; but because having only owned one side-by-side or another for the past 30 or more years, we had no idea how to put things in it. Cliff had always lived with “condiments on the door”. I had no idea where things went and cared even less, so condiments went on the door. That didn’t look very plausible with this model. The freezer was also a bit of a conundrum. After a few minutes of complete confusion, we started to finally figure it all out, found a place for everything, and put everything in its place…even the old fridge.

Since we don’t just throw things away around here, the old fridge is living a quiet, cozy life of retirement in my parent’s garage. A life where she can rest and her doors are only occasionally opened and nobody really cares that her shelves are taped together. My parents understand all of that and realize that old age is really not that big a deal.

P.S. ~ In case you’re wondering, there are pictures. I can’t figure out how to show them to you because my site is not cooperating. It’s done that a lot lately…

I wish you all a Very Happy, Very Blessed Thanksgiving! In spite of everything that is bombarding us these days, there is always something to be thankful for…

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Kindness…

Our family loves Yellowstone National Park and we have visited there more than once. It is breathtaking. All of it.

Amidst the angst currently visiting our world, I came upon this story. It made me cry happy tears. It is a story I recently came across on facebook on their Yellowstone National Park page. It is a story of kindness. It is a story to be remembered. It is a very big deal…

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“On July 23rd, 2020, three lives were changed forever. Long-time friends Joe Wheat and Dane Coles took a last minute trip to Grand Prismatic in Yellowstone National Park. Coles, an outdoor photographer, wanted to do the overlook trail to the hot spring. 

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“Kids Say the Darndest Things”

Erma Bombeck once said, “When humor goes, there goes civilization.” In the early 1950s, America was still reeling from the effects of World War II and dealing with the current threat of the Cold War, while sending our men to fight in Korea. In the early 1950s a man named Art Linkletter joined our nation’s radio waves and television screens to remind us of the importance of humor. He hosted shows called, “House Party” and “People are Funny” but, is probably best remembered for his interviews with children on, “Kids Say the Darndest Things.” The idea for the show came to him during a conversation with his own son, Jack, after his first day of kindergarten. He told his father he would never go back. When his father asked him why little Jack responded, “Because I can’t read, I can’t write, and they won’t let me talk.”
Personally, with the looming election results, which at the time of this writing are still not in, and the suffocating effects of “you know what,” we could all use a little child-like, unadulterated humor. And so, without further explanation, I give to you our grandchildren, 1 girl and 6 boys, in all of their very little, unfiltered glory…

~ I notice our ever-so-serious 5 year old granddaughter putting her hand on her chest every once in awhile. I, jokingly, asked her if she was checking to see if her heart was still beating. Her serious response, “Yes, I thought it stopped before, but it didn’t.”
~ Our oldest grandson learning to ride a two-wheeler bicycle with training wheels. Me leaning on the bike behind him teaching him how to pedal and steer. I think I’m being helpful until I hear him say, “Nana, you’re just adding more weight to this thing.”
~ One of our favorite worship songs at church…”Glorious and mighty, you’re awesome IN BEAUTY…” Our third grandson’s version, “Glorious and mighty, you’re awesome AND NUDIE.”
~ While watching two of our grandchildren, the younger one has to go potty. I get that fateful call, “Nana, I’n d-o-n-e…(not a typo).” I go in to do the dirty deed of clean up and hear a pathetic little pleading voice ask the following question, “Nana, can you wipe ‘nice’?” This poor child! What did I do before?
~ A grandson falls asleep on the way to the grocery store, a one mile drive. I wake him up and tell him he can’t fall asleep right now because Nana has to shop. His response, “Nana, only one of my eye’s is sleeping.” As I carry him into the store, he has an epiphany, “Nana, look my shadow isn’t smiling.”
~ Our granddaughter at the age of 5 had a physical for kindergarten and had the following interview with the doctor as part of her physical.
“What do you do when you’re hungry?”
“Eat.”
“What do you do when you’re tired?”
“Go to sleep.”
“What do you do when it’s cold outside?”
(Our granddaughter hesitates. The answer the doctor was looking for was ‘put on a coat’. The response she got from our ever-so-practical little girl…)
“Stay inside.”
~ A grandson, watching me attempting to do a yoga video, makes an impressive observation. “Nana, you’re not smiling.”
~ A new children’s table and chair set for the four oldest grandkids. A new coloring book and set of scented markers for each. A new look for our grandchildren as each has smelled their markers so much they look like Hitler.

Kids and grandkids truly say and do, “the darndest things!” It really is the little things that bring us so much joy. We can’t do much about the rest of it. But, we can live with the realization that in the light of all eternity, it’s really not that big a deal!

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Happy Birthday! Happy New Year!

“I’ve been thinking.”
Whenever I say those words to my husband, he immediately responds with, “Uh-oh!” I realize that the thought of me thinking is a pretty big “Oi-Vey;” but, there’s a reason that I’m thinking.
I just celebrated my 61st birthday. Have you ever noticed that birthdays inspire lots of questions? When my husband asked me what I wanted for my birthday, aside from the very-timely-right-now answer of, “World Peace,” (i.e. the election to be over and Covid to be gone) I honestly had trouble thinking of something. I dabbled with the idea of a tattoo, but when I think about it, I really don’t like self-inflicted pain. I also can’t help wondering what tattoos will look like when you’re 80 or so because…you know…wrinkles. I don’t need anything which is a gift in itself. And so, the thinking began. What do I want? I settled on a new screen door. Fall and winter in Florida, which barely exist, are the time when you open your windows and doors. Being a Northerner, it has taken me years to get used to this, but I think I’ve finally conceded to this fact, and so, I got a new screen door. I’m very excited about it!
Anyway, all of that thinking got me thinking.
Most of us think of the worldwide New Year of January 1st, as a day of new beginnings, new promises, new resolutions that we’ll make and, most likely, break. But, if you think about it, January 1st is a world wide new beginning. It’s corporate, in a sense. Everyone all together making new choices for their lives.
Here’s my thought. Individually, our birthdays are the beginning of our personal New Year. A time to reflect on the year that’s passed. A time to think about the year that’s ahead. A time to make changes and decisions in our lives. What do we want to be when we finally grow up? How do we want to be remembered?
And then I had this thought…
Every day of every year every one of us gets a chance at a do-over. Every single day is a chance at a new start!
And so ends my “thinking!”
Happy New Birthday Year to us all!

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.” ~Lamentations 3: 22-23

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Phoebe and Scrubs

Officially, his name is Oliver. Personally, I call him Scrubs and not for any reason you would probably guess. Like all of us, Scrubs has a beginning; unfortunately, nobody knows what that beginning is. And so, Scrubs’ beginning starts with our dog, Phoebe.

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It has been a very long time since we’ve owned just one dog, but here we are. In fact, the last time we owned just one dog was in early 1999. From that year on, we’ve always owned at least two, and at one point four, which quickly dropped to three and then back down to two. I love dogs. I love this dog, though I have to admit she is kind of weird. She’s a whiner and a complainer. If she doesn’t get her morning walk, she acts like she’s going to die. If you dare to leave the house without giving her a morning walk, she throws a temper tantrum that the entire neighborhood can hear. She is exceptional in the very worst sense of the word. She is Phoebe and being part coon hound, she is a nothing more than a fifty-pound smeller.

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