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Saturday, September 22, 2018

A matter of perception

looking for something new to add to my life I joined a couple of Facebook groups. It is always nice to communicate with others who are dealing with similar situations.

The first group I joined was Chronic Pain Fighters & Friends, which is a closed group. That means only members can see the posts. I thought it was an interesting group and I learned things I didn't know about ways to deal with chronic pain. I decided it was time I admitted that I actually have it.

An MRI I had last November showed that I have a lot wrong with my back, which causes nerve problems in different parts of my body. Through this group I not only learned that I am not alone, but there are people far worse off than I am. In my case I try to accept what my body is doing without focusing on it. I also do everything I can to make the symptoms I have behave. Some days it works some days not so much. I refuse to let pain take over my life. I also am learning to accept the fact that there are things I simply can't do anymore. It's time to move on and enjoy the things I can do.

The second group I joined was one called Chronic Pain the Funny Side. This is also a closed group, but with a different approach to pain. A friend suggested it and I am glad she did. After checking out some of the posts I decided to google "chronic pain funny quotes". One caught my eye and I decided to post it as my first contribution on the site.

The quote was, "In the old days the best painkiller was ice; it wasn't addictive and was particularly effective if you poured some whiskey over it".~ George Burns. I couldn't have picked a better quote! In the first 24 hours it had 90 positive responses. It seems I did the right thing in joining this group and checking out a different perception. 

I will probably stay a member of both groups, at least for awhile, because it adds interest to my current life. It is always good to tune into other minds to find out what they are offering. 


Saturday, September 15, 2018

Warning

As I was reading a book last night I came across a line that not only made me laugh, but made me think of my own past decisions. In describing a failed marriage the line was "destined for disaster".

Yup that's me! Not once, but twice.

I knew before the ceremony even got close to the "I now pronounce you man and wife" what was no doubt going to happen. Why in God's name did I do it anyway?

Lately I have run into several friends who were married for years and now are not. I wonder if they had similar thoughts on their wedding days, and if they did why did they do it?

I suppose sometimes it is fear. Fear of not finding something better, fear of what people would say if you just walked down the aisle and out the door. Fear is a terrible reason to do anything!

Refusal to admit that we made a mistake is a big reason. We never seem to pay attention to the signs that the universe puts up right in front of our eyes. I know someone whose car conked out a block before she got to the place of the ceremony. She walked the rest of the way and the marriage lasted less than a year.

I suppose that's life and is just part of the journey to evolving.


Friday, September 14, 2018

On my mind

Do you ever get something stuck in your mind? I mean for years! That is happening to me and I am going to address it so I maybe can get it out of my mind forever!

When I was in high school I distinctly remember my English teacher asking a question. I am not sure if she was just trying to drive us nuts or if she really wanted to know the answer.

The question was : what is the difference between continual and continuous?

I have no idea what I answered then, but today I looked it up in the dictionary just to see what it said.

Continual: continuing indefinitely without interruption.
Continuous: unbroken, steadily recurring.

So there Miss Mrs. whoever you were. I'm quite sure she is deceased by now.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

What do you pray for?

I found this question very interesting. I really don't think it matters to whom or what you pray to. What matters is what you pray for.

I just saw a quote that led me to write this post. It was, "Don't pray for an easy life, pray for strength to accept anything that comes your way".

We as humans think we know it all and especially what is best for us. Try taking that attitude and see just how far that gets you! Someone is going to come along and  teach you who is in charge.

When I have a serious problem I usually pray for guidance and to be led to an entity who can help me improve my situation. Again, I don't believe it really matters who you direct your prayers to. There is after all only one entity in charge. I picture it as Santa and his elves. Santa couldn't possibly be tuned into everyone's request all of the time.  He would have a continual giant headache!

Just as the elves are there to help Santa, angels, Archangels, guides, guardian angels etc.are there to assist our Commander in Chief. He/she will get the message from someone. That's called faith; believing in things we can't see.

Whoever you pray to and for whatever reason just be careful what you pray for. I have personal knowledge that the universe has a unique sense of humor and we might get exactly what we ask for!

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Decisions decisions

When you own a house it seems there is always an unexpected expense that occurs. I just paid someone to repair a leak in my roof that was causing a problem with the ceiling in my living room. I have been putting off getting a new roof for some time due to continuing plumbing bills. That's what happens when you live in a mobile home that was built in 1977.

Since my divorce in 1999 I have worked my tail off trying to keep my house in the best condition possible. I wouldn't get much if I sold it and I couldn't afford to rent on a Social Security income. I am grateful that I can say that I owe nobody anything. I would like to keep it that way too as I hate to owe people.

I just got an estimate on a new roof. I need to come up with $4,333, including tax. I told the roofer that I will have to wait until next spring or summer to get the job done. I technically could do it now, but what if something else comes up? My intuition is telling me not to take that chance and use the next year to save everything I can get my hands on. I keep hearing my guide say, "you can do it!"

As a first step I will be opening a savings account earmarked for a new roof. It is the only thing that makes sense. I don't expect anyone to die and leave me money and I certainly can't count on my adult children to help out. Two of them don't even speak to me. Through trial and error I have found the best person to count on is myself and that is exactly what I am going to do.

Saturday, September 8, 2018

A gift of encouragement

For my grandson's 17th birthday today I gave him a gift to encourage his natural creative talents. Someone once said he is a natural born athlete, which may be true. I look beyond the obvious and try to find his other talents. I believe he is also a natural born artist and will someday prove that to the world.

The following is a finger painting he did when he was about two years old. To me it looks like an abstract turkey, but that's just my opinion. What do you think?


For Christmas last year I gave him a selection of new paints that were on the market and he used them to paint me two rather unique pictures. The first is my favorite because it displays his natural creative ability. When I asked him to sign it he wrote "Leo". I said that's not your name and he replied, "That's what my skater friends call me". Perhaps that will be his name when he becomes famous!






The second picture he painted for me was also a mountain. When I asked him what was inside the tunnel he said, "I don't know". It made me laugh.





For his birthday I gave him everything he needed to try out alcohol painting. I asked for a picture to be added to my current collection of his art work. Perhaps someday my gifts will hang in a gallery.

Missed it

Seventeen years ago today my youngest grandson was born in Oswego,NY. He was due to arrive on September 11, but missed the terrorist attack by three days. Smart kid!

This is one of the first pictures I took of him when he was a month old.



This is one of my favorites taken when he was at Small Wonders. I used it as as the cover of a little picture book I made for him several years ago titled, Ready, Set, Grow! 

And this is one I took about a year ago. Notice any change?
Anyway today I wish him a happy 17th birthday!