Transformation is something I’m familiar with, but certainly not fond of. Well, parts of it, I guess. I was overweight, on 24 hour oxygen, addicted to pain killers and couldn’t walk without help. My husband passed away in a hospital I couldn’t get to, and the world lowered the boom on me. So a transformation was necessary.
I had to change everything. My body, my mind, my health, my home, my lifestyle, and my location. No hill for a stepper, right? But I had no choice. I had plenty of family support but was also reminded that I needed to be more independent; especially when health problems occurred after I moved. The higher altitude caused an improvement in breathing, so off the oxygen. Things were looking up! The new surroundings made me do more things for myself. The changes in my health resulted in learning to put my body first, whether I liked it or not. That was three and a half years ago.
Again, no choice. I’m not completely independent, rely on others or a bus if I want to leave the house. That’s the most irritating part of it. But I have survived so far, and plan on sticking around a bit longer. Change can be abrupt and discouraging, but in the end, it’s usually rewarding. The hard part is realizing it.
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Discovery challenge: In the Style of
Black Canyon of the Gunnison, Colorado. This was my favorite site to take our out-of-state visitors. They have a road nearing the edge and trails leading you down to small edges of the cliffs. There is also a road accessing the river below. Quite a sight from either view! We have taken numerous pictures of this beautiful area. My dad was afraid of heights so when we drove there, he practically climbed in my lap to not be by the car window. Another time my mother-in-law parked right up to the edge when we were visiting there. When we left, she put the car in forward instead of reverse, and I thought I was going to have a heart attack! But we survived. A lot of nervous laughter filled the car on our way home.
This photo was originally in color, but I thought I would show it in an Ansel Adams style.
Ansel Adams, 1902-1984
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Daily Prompt: Tart
There’s one thing especially close to my heart
When the Prompt is fixed on something like tart.
It’s yellow and white, pleases the eye.
Of course you know, it’s a lemon pie!
The filling for me is a tart lemon curd
Not feeling it? Cause I used that word?
We always say filling, it’s the chefs and the cooks
Who besmirch the pudding in all of their books.
But, as usual, I tell this with TMI
I remind you it is my favorite pie.
The crust has to be specially prepared
So it doesn’t absorb lemon juice there
Without being…..dare I say soggy?
You’d need to feed it to your special doggie
Have to use real lemons, not juice from plastic
There’s where the flavor comes, truly fantastic.
To top off this marvelous delight
A meringue, sweet, fluffy and light.
So that’s my story of making a pie
Tart and sweet both, I tell you no lie.
Adult Dating
Occasionally I look in my junk email filter, being the curious person I am. Today I had to laugh out loud seeing this title: Adult dating, get laid immediately!
I’m not what you might think of as the usual grandmother, hence the laughing. It amazes me how many dating sites come to me through email. I just delete. Trying to unsubscribe fuels more of the same ridiculous ads.
It is Monday. If you had a hard day at work, I hope you read this and get a laugh out of it too. If you take it seriously, maybe we should have a talk…..😄
Matters of the Heart
I earlier wrote about being a dolt
In matters of heart I’m not very smart
I risk it all, not stopping to question
You’d think I’d finally learn my lesson.
I try again, my heart on my sleeve
Hopeful, romantic, need to believe
It wasn’t only a small affair
It was real, and lasting, the pair
Of lost and lonely, we two
You loving me, me loving you.
Daily Post Prompt: Vegetal
Years ago I likened family to the flowering vine. Each leaf and flower represents someone in the family. It has strong roots, and is always climbing to new heights, looking for the sunlight of the day. It grows even during cloudy times. Heavy rain, loud thunder, and even lightning strikes which might cause a bud to fall or even destroy parts of the vine, but it climbs on. It is a resilient vine, and loves the addition of new leaves and encompasses them with a loving curl. A gardener may try to intervene in the vine’s path, but it is steadfast to spread further, gaining more structure, and strength. This metaphor reminds me of the Spanish word, familia.
Share Your World: Week 46
Traveler or homebody?
I used to love to travel, go camping, walking in the woods, and seeing beautiful clear lakes in the mountains. Now I’m a homebody. Circumstances rule sometimes, but I am so grateful I enjoyed the adventures I did when I could.
TV commercial?
I rarely watch regular TV because of them. I usually record a favorite program and skip them. If I had control over making them I’d present the product honestly, and with comedy. Ref: “Crazy People” featuring Dudley Moore
Describe myself using C?
Curious -if I had to pick one, if not, contrary probably a good one?
Rainy day fun?
Games, games and more games!
Grateful for last week?
I am thankful that my grandson behaved himself while spending the weekend with me. His parents needed a break😉
Looking forward to this week?
Hmmmn. Hoping the election hype will diminish.
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Daily Prompt: Fish
I have no comment on the subject of fish
Except they certainly aren’t my favorite dish.
Give me can of tuna if you insist
I’ll turn it to something hard to resist.
Fish and chips featuring cod
Is acceptable to my bod.
But anything resembling bugs?
No! Not even accompanied by hugs.
So basically this is the plan
Talking most fish, I’m not a fan.
Veg-o-matic or Coffee Grinder?
Apartment living takes some getting used to. After two years here, I’m no longer bothered by the daily noises. It’s actually a matter of convenience. There’s no need to look at the clock. Every evening around 12:00-2:00a.m. the motorcycle guy rumbles in, maybe he’s a bartender. At 3:00a.m. another neighbor uses a Vegomatic, or a loud coffee grinder. They either never have a day off or like an early day at the gym. On Tuesday, Thursday and even Saturday, the garbage pickup trucks roll in at 6:00a.m. I’m conveniently located about thirty feet from the dumpsters. Some time in between 5:00 and 7:00a.m. the people above me drop a shoe, baby bottle or large dog toy on their floor, my ceiling. They have a large dog, or maybe they sleep with their boots on? Headlights light up the bedroom window at various times all night because it’s against the rules to back-in to the parking spaces. We’re supposed to be quiet between 10:00-8:00a.m. Optimal sleeping is between 7:00 and 11:00a.m. Everyone has left for work, or school, late shift workers are sleeping, and my family wonders why I sleep in till about 11:00. Maybe I’ll forward this blog to them.
Response to Daily Post: Lofty
Up there in your lofty tower
Thinking you have all the power
You’ll not turn all of us sour.
You may loathe and cause to cower
Others, as you look and glower.
But we’ll not be your vicious plower
Of hate, distrust, or be your vower.
Or act upon your visions dour
You need to heed the reckoning hour
When we fight until love flowers
Once again in our country’s bower.
I hope this is my last post on the outcome of the election, but I make no promises.
The Bag Lady 
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