WILL I BECOME THIS ECCENTRIC OLD LADY? WILL I BE HER, OR SHE, ME?

This lady clearly loves flowers but her yard is slightly overgrown and there are odd pots strewn here and there.  Her house is a little run down and I can relate.  Once I got joy from doing the gardening and my daughter even bought me special  garden knee pads to help me with my work.   But my knees now hurt and I am afraid that if I go down on them, I may never get up.  Besides, I can only do a certain amount in the day, and writing and doing art has replaced my love of gardening.  I can see letting the house go a little at a time because that is how aging happens, a little at a time.  And at this point in my life, I became Cindi Lauper:  I JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN!

Nonetheless, I am very fond of this lady and her house and her garden and perhaps I will get a dog!

THANK YOU FOR A WONDERFUL AFTERNOON!

There are benefits to publishing that no one really talks about.  It opens the door to a whole new world of networking.  You have put yourself out there and others who have done so, recognize it.  THANK YOU to CARYN ISAACS, Patient Advocate, who invited me (and my husband by default), to a networking party of SUN-Q.  I learned a whole new vocabulary yesterday  – the vocabulary of SUN-Q.  There are people in place, out there, to help with elder care- all the different resources that are available – in Queens but they exist in Brooklyn, on Long Island.  They are a phone call away.

My book RAGING AGAINST AGING  was the raffle prize.  And I was there, as its author.

THANK YOU AGAIN!  Your parents do not need to age alone.  And our generation put in place a safety net so that we will not have to age alone, either.  Let’s hear it for the Boomers!

 

This excerpt was just accepted to be published in MSK’s anthology 2018.

Our grandson and granddaughter spent a few days with us while our daughter worked extra hours to make extra money that would pay for her family vacation. My husband and I took the kids to the local pool and split up to take turns monitoring the little one at the kiddie pool and the older one in the big pool.
I was in the 3-foot deep section with my grandson, who although he thinks he is, is not a real swimmer yet. He jumped in. He swam three strokes. I high-fived him. He got out and jumped in again. This time he swam five strokes. He repeated this again and again and again. I held my breath when he swam his first 12 strokes on his own. TWELVE! Sure his form was terrible but a few lessons would fix that.
We went to get ice cream to celebrate. Graham saw his mom first. She had come to pick the kids up. She lifted Graham up, and kissed him and then congratulated him. She put Graham down and asked where June was. I told her she was with her grandpa and she started walking toward the kiddie pool.
Graham remembered something he wanted to tell her. He started to run after her. His clogs were wet. He was tired. The inevitable happened. Graham fell on the concrete and skinned his knee really badly. He got hysterical. (He is at that age when he worries that the blood will drain out of his body like the water empties in the bathtub.) He needed a Band-Aid to hold the blood inside. My daughter scooped him up and carried him to the First Aid Station, where the lifeguards cleaned his wound and covered it beneath a big Band-Aid.
But Graham is intense and he was overtired and generally does not do well with transitions and he had a great time with us and he loves his mom and it was time to leave and the booboo hurt and he cried and cried and cried.
We let him sob it out because we all know you cannot logic it once the emotions have crossed a certain line. You just have to wait it out.

To be continued…

SO WHO EXACTLY IS THE LUCKY ONE?

Should I be thankful I had polyps the last time I had a colonoscopy?
When you get to be a certain age, you are torn between a rock and a hard place. Take the routine colonoscopy for example.
When Phil had his colonoscopy the gastroenterologist declared that he was clean as a whistle.
“That was it,” he announced, “no more colonoscopies necessary.”
Phil was delighted…at first…Till I figured out the reason.
Medicare pays for a routine colonoscopy every 10 years. In ten years, there would be no reason to even check…
So am I lucky that I need to do a colonoscopy in 3 years? Does that make me more “relevant?”

16 days to CHANUKAH and people who DO NOT KNOW ME are buying my book!!!

(I can tell because I get the stats).  THANK YOU FOR RECOMMENDING MY BOOK!  THANK YOU FOR YOUR WONDERFUL COMMENTS AND REVIEWS.  AND PLEASE REMEMBER, I DONATE A PORTION TO MEMORIAL SLOAN KETTERING.  LET’S DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO FIND THE CURE!

 

THE DOLLHOUSE

I spent many years redoing and upgrading our small house. We did it room by room so we were under construction for what seemed like forever. Then – we upgraded and added a closet, an office area and another closet, and finally a second full bath. As a retirement present to myself, we got rid of the commercial carpeting and horrible linoleum floor that was covering our main living area and had light maple wood flooring installed. Now whenever something has to be updated, and doesn’t something ALWAYS have to be updated when you have a house, I try really hard to ignore it. I don’t want to do that anymore. BUT just as I am giving up on my house, I have a NEW PROJECT to fill that void. It is more affordable and I still get to pick out furnishing and decorate. Thank goodness for GRANDDAUGHTERS!
I am buying DOLL furnishings! See the photo? I tiled around the bath. I made the shower curtain and I found scrapbook paper with a water theme that I put in the tub and toilet bowel. I know the bathroom needs a paint job but this is a paint job I do not have to stand on a ladder to complete. I ordered battery operated tea lights and am going to try to hang one upside down to serve as a light fixture. Once the paint is dry, I will have to decided whether or not to tile the floor.
When I finish the bathroom, I will go onto the kitchen. I already have a brick wall for the living room because, hey, I would love to live in a NYC loft. I am going around collecting carpet samples – not for myself but in order to find the perfect color and style for this NYC loft space that belongs to HABA 4-inch bendable dolls!

 

IT ALL STARTED HERE ON WORDPRESS WITH ONE LITTLE BLOG!

THANK YOU TO MY BLOG MASTER FOR PUTTING ME ON WORDPRESS.   I blogged a little blog.  A few people read it.  I blogged again – another little blog. People visited and viewed it.  I found I had an outlet to my voice.  I blogged again and again.  All little blogs. Now I have a book.  It is available for circulation in my local library.  One of my clients ordered a book and donated it to her local library.

“My father would be so proud,” my mother would tell me.   He revered books. My mother revered crafts.  As you can see, I had no shot at being a big business person from the very beginning!  But, I have already been on one podcast, one radio talk show, am scheduled to do a book talk, am scheduled to be on a local public access t v interview show, and will be on a podcast radio show -that operates out of Durham, NC.  And my book just debuted Oct. 6th!   “Not too shabby,” my friend would say.

If YOU WANT TO BUY A COPY FOR YOUR LIBRARY, THAT WOULD BE A FABULOUS CHANUKAH GIFT TO ME AND TO OTHERS WHO ARE AGING.  AND 18% of the proceeds goes to Memorial Sloan Kettering – if not for our sakes, then for the sake of our children.

p.s.  I AM FIVE FULL CHAPTERS INTO MY NEXT BOOK!