Thursday, February 22, 2018
and no, I'm not breaking into a rendition of the Beatles song.
My story of Yesterday......
It actually started out at around 1:30 am with Miss Lively Ivy's sweet face pushed up against mine.
She seems to feel the need to go out and explore during the night, well or at least perch herself on the Farmer's Porch and sniff the air. Most likely she would wander but she's scared of the dark, thankfully for me. I let her savor the air a bit and then get her back in and on her bed.....yes "her" bed, although she did beg quite heavily to be let up on ours.
So it's 1:45 by now let's say. I snuggle back in and of course, I can't sleep. Tossing, turning. Up, down. The night was long. At 4:20 Big Pops alarm sounds. He hops up...well, that's stretching it a bit. He doesn't hop, most especially in the morning. He doesn't talk either, his first hour or so he mainly grunts his answers. He is not a morning person. Anyway.....he is up and the Girls get to join me on the bed, usually one on each side of me. Snugged up. I am kind of like the sausage in the bun.
I fall asleep, hard. When I wake I realize I need to get going as I have the Cellar Stitchers arriving.
I jump out of bed, I do jump. Take the Girls out and get them breakfast. I grab a cup of coffee and take it to the bedroom with me to savor a bit while I get ready. In my haste at getting out of bed I failed to grab my glasses. Can't see much of anything without them. I attempt to sit my full cup of hot coffee on the night stand, I miss it completely and the floor is flooded with coffee as are my slippers and pajama pants. I grab a bath towel to sop up my mess and then go to check on the Girls. Kick my slippers off and slip on my ankle Mucks and out the door I go. They come running.
I turn the door knob. Locked. No problem, I have a key right here. Well, I usually have a key right here, someone used it and didn't put it back. I try all the doors, but of course they're locked. I lock them. My only option at this point is to attempt a crawl through the pet door, which thankfully is open for the Girls to exit after breakfast. I've done this several times in the past, mostly at the old house but once here. I wasn't almost 63 when I did it the last time. It gets harder. You need to go arms over your head first and then wiggle through. I do manage to master it and we're in.
This is when I notice that laying on the counter is the deposit that I thought Pops had made on Saturday, that needed to be made on Saturday. It wasn't. I rush to slap some makeup on, get dressed and run a brush through my hair. Figure if I'm out the door in less than 10 I can be at the drive through and back home before 9 to ready the Studio for the Stitchers.
I get to the bank at 8:45, drive up to the window. Amy and Shelby turn and look at me....and I will have to say, sweetly smile and wave. That's when I see the sign that say the window opens at 9am.
It use to open at 8:30. Now I wonder how many times I've driven up there before opening and they've always kindly tended to taking my deposit and giving the Girls a treat?
They must think I'm nuts. Which maybe isn't that far fetched I'm thinking.
I get back home and it is only when I jump out of the Blazer that I realize I still have my coffee drenched pajama pants on and my Mucks. I was perfectly dressed from the waist up.
My Lord, what if I'd been stopped for speeding?
This all before 9am. I was still a bit helter skelter when the Stitchers arrived but their sweetness and understanding quickly turned my day in a much better direction.
It seems as if I might be leaving something out but for the life of me I can't remember....
that might quite well be a good thing.
And there you have it......
Here on YellowDog Lane
Nothing but blue skies and sunshine today....
A good nights sleep and lots of stitching awaiting me.
Wishing you all a day filled with all of that and more.
From the Lane,
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
sharing the words of a husband and father
These words, handwritten on a simple piece of paper
Words of love and devotion to his Wife and his Children
Simple paper, priceless words
Truly my last thoughts will be of you ~ and the kids ~
I first read this note a few weeks ago at the memorial for Big Pops Mom and Dad.
His Mom, Ione, passed on January 2. Dad Jack, passed five years ago
The memorial was for both
As I read these words my first thought was, what a gift this simple note was not only to Ione and the kids, but to all who are connected to them and to Jack.
It confirmed to me where my husband got his huge heart and gentle spirit
His devotion to his family and those he cares about
How lucky I am to call him my Husband
How lucky others are to call him Dad, Grandpa, Brother, Friend.....
Wishing you all a day of love...
and may you all find yourselves as loved as these simple words are meant
From the Lane,
Monday, February 12, 2018
our trip to the Social Security Office.
Okay, so I'm thinking to some, this wouldn't be anything major. Just another thing that you schedule, do online or make a simple phone call. To us, it seemed rather monumental and a definite life decision (probably the same to most if they would admit it) so we decided we felt more comfortable making an appointment to go in a do a face to face.
I guess as I continue this story of a day in our life, you need to remember that it's me and Big Pops.
We are both from Small Town America. He's a Yooper. I have spent the better part of the last 45 years working from my home, Pops in the Oil Fields.
We live in the country, on a dirt road up until a couple years ago, now we live on tarvey.
We really wouldn't have it any other way. We are common folk and to us that's a good thing.
So, we get to our appointment. Both of us excited and nervous at the same time. Luckily we got the kindest, most patient young man to help us. He didn't act as if he thought any of our questions were dumb. He explained everything in common folk terms and within about 45 minutes time he had walked up through making what to us was a huge step in our life.
We make our way outside and hand in hand walk to the Blazer. I say, "well guess we just did it". He replies, "yup" and gives me a smile and a kiss. Then I make the mistake of saying, "gosh, I could hardly keep from crying in there, that's when the dams broke. Both of us, Big Ole Pops and Me, both standing there crying like a couple of crazies. We decide to take it to the car and pull ourselves together before those who can see us begin to wonder.
We need to make a stop at the Grocery just up the road a piece so we dry our eyes and manage the short trip. It was snowy and rather nasty but we managed the lot, got parked and with some small comment by one of us, we both started crying again. We gathered ourselves together once again, made it into the store and got what we needed. Outside we head. Obviously we hadn't gathered ourselves together quite enough because now, we can't find our vehicle. Finally after much searching we locate it about three rows over from where we thought it was waiting. Now we can't get the cart through the snow, so Pops pushes while I pull. We get the hatch open to transfer the groceries, he hands me the key and I promptly set off the car alarm. It took us close to a minute to figure that out at which time we finished the transfer and went into hiding in the Blazer.
This time we actually laughed, but in all honestly we both cried a bit more several times on the trek home and then cried like babies when we got home.
Most of our tears were joyful, happy to be making this transition to a new chapter of our lives.
A bit of sadness mixed in as we thought of our Dads, mine who passed at 62 and didn't reach this point of enjoyment. Pops Dad who did reach the age of 89 but because he was cheated out of many years of his SS earnings wasn't able to enjoy it at a younger age.
It seems almost surreal to both of us. Thinking we would never get to this point or when we did would we be able to swing it.
We have worked hard and tried most often to spend wisely. We aren't high maintenance and pray for good health so we don't become that way.
We shan't live like Kings and Queens but of course we don't want too...
we're Common Folk and proud of the fact.
Some of you might be rolling your eyes at this tale of our Life on the Lane and I hope I haven't bored you all to tears with it. I just felt a need to write about it.
The moral of my little tale....
If you should ever see a couple of common looking folk leaving the Social Security Offices only to break down in tears. Don't assume it's because they were denied or given bad news.
Remember our story and assume that they're crying tears of joy and relief and looking forward to this next chapter in their lives. A chapter that might seem a bit scary to step into but one that we're hoping will spell out a real adventure!
Follow along for the ride!!
Just Common Folk,
Big Poppy and Me
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