Maintenance Work

Thursday, April 28, 2011

“Staying out ahead” is the phrase of the week.

My hands have raw, broken blisters from hand- raking and de-mossing the lawn during the last few days. (They remind me of my youthful gymnast days after uneven parallel bar workouts!) Our Northwest extra wet winter along with two years of neglect left me a problem lawn. Last year and the end of the previous year, I left the yard to dry out (brown lawns are known as “just sleeping” around here) to save water, money and maintenance. Now, patches of dirt and thatch dot the lawn. Last year I envisioned and was given a bid to tear out the front half of the lawn for a low maintenance rock and heather landscape. That would solve the problems associated with the required drainage culvert. That would give us a unique appearance in the row of our neighborhood development houses.

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Resiliency

Saturday April 23, 2011

I am really happy for the sunshine this morning. We’ve had almost of week without rain. Although cold, the mostly clear skies have helped the entire county population feel better!

I am skipping cycle class this morning to work in the yard. I really haven’t done much in the last two or three years. The physical exertion has seemed too much. I don’t know if it is the weather, the acupuncture I’ve been undergoing for headaches, dizzy spells and high blood pressure stuff (may have to admit stress here), or that I am filtering my activities to be productive in terms of the future (as in, resell value on the house). Likely it’s all three.  Regardless, some heavy yard work of dethatching is good for both me and the yard. I’m sure the neighbors will appreciate it!
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Jump Shift 2

Thursday, April 21, 2011 (con’t.)

Jump-Shift. That’s the term Dave and I use when we have a conversational change of topic.  It lets the other know that the next thing said probably has nothing to do with what was just said. Today I have spastic thoughts doing jump-shifts in my mind.
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Jump Shift 1

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Jump-Shift. That’s the term Dave and I use when we have a conversational change of topic.  It lets the other know that the next thing said probably has nothing to do with what was just said. Today I have spastic thoughts doing jump-shifts in my mind.
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A Point in Every Direction*

Monday, April 18, 2011

The heart of my life can be found in my home office. This is where I spend the most time of the day. I am just steps from the master bedroom as Dave sleeps longer and longer through the daylight hours.

I look around and see that right this minute this room is a mess!
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The Waiting Room

Monday, April 11, 2011

Too many thoughts again. I want to take a break from writing sometimes but all that does is pile up the stories in my head. I have friends tell me that the blog makes them cry and I sometimes feel bad about that. This is not my intent. Yet, I have become addicted to shedding my tears and words on virtual paper… in a good way, for me, at least.
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Falling Slowly

Saturday, April 9, 2011

“It feels like dominoes falling in slow motion.” Cancer. Terminal cancer. Dave can still turn a nice phrase. Words, puns, language are part of our attraction to each other. He is one of the few who catches my dry, subtle and often cynical humor.
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Who’s in Control Here?

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Who’s in control here? I am having a bit of Spring fever, clean out, decorate, remodel, find a way to control my surroundings moment!

When Dave had Hodgkins’ Lymphoma and was on chemo for a year, Leah as only 18 months old at the onset. His treatments were started on October 31, 1998 and completed on October 13, 1999. I was thankful to have a child that required a lot of my time to focus on her well being, maintain a routine and give me plenty to do. But I also needed an outlet for what I couldn’t control. So I remodeled the kitchen. Competely! I stripped the varnish from the cabinets and refinished with oil-based paint, had a new stove installed, extended the countertop and had an eating table built in, and then changed out the flooring. So Dave practically went to bed one year and awoke to a new kitchen the next. We’ve laughed over this many times because this was just one of the things in my life I could control at the time. So I did.
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