Welcome, September!

beach walk

I started the day with the best intentions. Ignoring the rain, I headed out to a local beach to take photos. Oh, did I mention the rain? It had stopped by the time I got there but any plans of taking beautiful photographs of the sunrise…..well, that wasn’t happening. (Rain. Clouds.)

before the fall

I was excited to explore and since it was early morning (and crappy weather), I didn’t encounter many people. As I walked down the pier (is this considered a pier?), I stepped down to the lower level on the left side to stay out of any shots that the folks down the stretch were taking. Please note the water that pooled into puddles, because I did NOT. Two steps later and my feet flew out from underneath me. I did not have a chance to save myself and seconds later I found myself flat on my back on the concrete in a puddle.

I casually got to my feet and straightened my hair and pulled my soaked hoodie down to cover my sand- coated, wet bottom. I turned and strolled back from where I came, secretly rubbing my hands on the front of my jeans to wipe them off. My back side was dripping from head to toe and as people would approach, I would stop and lean against the railing, angling my back to the water so they wouldn’t see what a mess I was.

friend on the beach

I made my way down the beach, feeling a new ache or pain with each step I took. I must have been a pretty pitiful sight because this feathered fellow kept glancing over his shoulder (do birds have shoulders?) at me as he strolled along.

My posts have been sporadic and my writing non-existent. This month is not off to the greatest start and while I struggled to stay positive, the best I could come up with is- at least I didn’t break anything or knock myself out when my head hit the ground. All I can say is bring it on, September!

Ragtag Daily Prompt- Sporadic

Photo a day challenge

Stay dry and on your feet!

-Kat

L is for Landscape

spring backyard

It’s snowing today. I would like to say this isn’t typical April weather in the Midwest, but I would be lying. Tracking the progress of the daffodils in front of the house, any weather is typical weather. In the past week we’ve had everything from rain, sleet, wind, sunshine, and snow. But in my dreams, I’m in my happy place and the landscape is green and sunny and warm. I’m sure those days will be here before long, but until then I’m dreaming about them while I wake up each day wondering how to dress.

A to Z Challenge- L

Photo a Day- Happy

Ragtag Daily Prompt- Picture

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Happy weekend!

-Kat

A Little Silence

Ragtag Daily Prompt- Temperature

The sun is shining- it’s almost blinding it’s so bright. And the air is cold and crisp- nearly single digit temperatures despite the March date. It’s most definitely a day that is better spent inside cuddling nice and warm with your favorite blanket and person. Unfortunately I don’t have that luxury and I found myself outside the school waiting with the other freezing parents/grandparents waiting for our pre-k kiddos. It’s the first day afte a long weekend because of the holiday yesterday- you know, the big one? Oh, maybe if you aren’t from around here you’re not familiar with it. Pulaski Day*. I grew up thinking it was just a street name. Go figure.

The big holiday must have been too much for little… okay, not so little Beej, and he dropped like a ton of bricks on the ten minute ride home. After I deposited him on the couch, I got as far as removing his hat and unzipping his jacket before he put up a fight, all the while sleeping. One thing I’ve learned is if it isn’t going to totally screw up your entire day and night- let sleeping kids sleep!

And this is how I find myself sitting in a “silent” house in the middle of the day. But the silence? That’s a matter of opinion. We replaced the old worn siding on our house about a year ago and along with a beautiful new appearance, our house acquired new creaks, crackles and groans. I’ve been told it’s due to the new siding and should subside in time but I’m not so sure. This house cracks, snapples and pops at the slightest change in temperature or weather system, with the wind, of course, causing the most eruptive of noises- mostly late at night.

While I’m sitting here taking in the silence, the furnace joins in the competition to break it. Our furnace, located in the center of our house, has always sounded like a rocket launching. Lately, just to add to the fun, it has started making ticking noises at random. And now, today, as the rocket is firing up for take off, just as it ramps into overdrive, it fizzles out, as if a great wind just blew out its fuse. Not to be one to give in too easily, it gears up to launch again and this time it is successful.

And then it’s quiet once more. Well, okay, quiet except for the clock ticking, refrigerator humming, plane flying overhead, twigs and branches falling from the trees and hitting the house (not to be confused with the crackles and other noises caused by the siding), and Ari tip tapping her way through the room, reminding me that she’s due to get her nails cut.

And Beej completes a refreshing hour and a half long nap, oblivious to it all.

Happy Belated Pulaski Day!

-Kat

“Casimir Pulaski Day is a local holiday officially observed in Chicago, Illinois, on the first Monday of March in memory of Casimir Pulaski (March 6, 1745[1] – October 11, 1779), a Revolutionary War cavalry officer born in Poland as Kazimierz Pułaski. He is praised for his contributions to the U.S. military in the American Revolution and known as “the father of the American cavalry”.” –  Wikipedia

 

Lost

I wanted to find a few quotes to go along with this post- not that I know where I was going with it at all. And the opening lines to this song came up as a quote on Pinterest.

“How can I go forward when I don’t know which way I’m facing
How can I go forward when I don’t know which way to turn
How can I go forward into something I’m not sure of
Oh no, oh no”

-John Lennon, How

I had forgotten about this song. Somehow all of my John Lennon songs did not make it on to my phone when I switched over to my new phone. I haven’t been around the blogging world much. Honestly I haven’t been around much of any world other than caring for my loved one and when I’m not there, I’m taking care of the little guys and squeezing in a few other obligations. I’m surprised Target hasn’t called to see where if I’ve gone missing, since I can count on one hand the number of times that I’ve been there in the past six weeks.

As I listened to this song I felt a connection. My days have taken on a sort of unfamiliar yet becoming more familiar each day pattern. Most days I don’t know where I’m going or how I’m feeling and yet I end up where I need to be. It’s a very strange sense of feeling lost but knowing where I am.

And honestly, maybe it has nothing to do with feeling lost and everything to do with the word I accidentally typed as the prompt- sad.

-Kat

Ragtag Daily Prompt- Sad Lost

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday Drop In

If I could be doing anything right now….anything, what would it be? I do think about this in those quiet moments. I would love to sleep but for some reason my brain is not hard-wired to sleep. I’ve always been this way….. I’m not a sleeper. I need to write. Like, I really need to write- the words are swirling around in my head. And they are getting louder and louder. Unfortunately the voices and sounds outside my head are even louder still. Sitting in a beautiful garden reading a book would be pure heaven. I’m sure there are so many cool finds at the thrift stores that I could wander their aisles for hours. I have a kid (okay, he might be 23 years old but he’s still my baby) who I desperately want to visit at his new school. And my little guys aren’t so little anymore. CJ is creeping up on me in height and Beej is creeping up on me in vocabulary skills. I miss my hours, my day-to day- ness with them. I just want to sit at a table with my best friends and talk and talk and talk and then laugh about something completely silly and then talk some more.

I’m bone-weary. It takes every ounce of effort I can muster to make myself move each morning. But something funny happens when I step inside the doors of the facility where my loved one is regaining her strength. I am able to tap into a super secret supply of stored energy and I get through the day. Those other things- those things that I took for granted two months ago…. they just fade away.

And my loved one and I catch up on what’s been going on since I left (sometimes less than 12 hours ago). She tells me the night time happenings and I fill her in on my walk to her room, who I saw, what they were doing. We discuss the day ahead. And we dream about the near future when she’s back home where she belongs and desperately wants to be.

At meal time we arrive early to get prime seating in the dining room. It might be the highlight of our day- seeing what happens next. Since the facility is both assisted living and post-acute care, the residents are an interesting blend. And one of our favorite things to do has always been to people-watch.

When we aren’t hanging out in the dining room, we engage in another of our favorite past-times. I recently dug up past magazine anniversary issues of our favorite long time running television show. We pour over them, asking each other, “Do you remember…?” This activity keeps us entertained for hours. “How old was X-character then?” she might ask. I reach for my phone or iPad and look it up. One question might lead us on an endless number of further questions. And we laugh at how little we remember or just the opposite- how we can recall what a character was wearing when they said something memorable.

Some days others come and visit and/or help out, and I squeeze in other responsibilities. Free time is a distant memory. But those times when we are at lunch or dinner, angling for the best view overlooking the entire dining room, enjoying the antics of our fellow diners or when we are huddled up in my loved one’s room desperately trying to remember when a character who is now in their possible mid 30’s was actually born and shaking our heads at how much times has flown, I don’t need anything more to affirm that I’m right where I should be.

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SoCS- Affirm

Ragtag Daily Prompt- Effort

Fandango’s One Word Challenge- Anything

Have a great weekend!

-Kat